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Post by Bila on Feb 13, 2005 20:36:48 GMT -5
//No one of List is to post here except the one who is supposed to. =) And Koran can come, but wait until Tarkah posts please, and don't interfere with our battle! Thanks all. Nobody is to say a work to me beause me and Tarkz are gonna battle.//
The sloping foothills bounded for the sky, the mountain peaks behind them already lost in the gray heavens. A cold wind blew steadily in between land and sky, tormenting or playing with the brown auditories of a tall, shaggy Lera, standing on a rock that jutted from the steady hill. The dark chip was layered in snow, but most had been rushed away by the wind after the blizzard. The huge Lera, the Varg, sat with restless, wild eyes that looked into the meadow lands below. Her multicolored pelt hung loosely from her skin, the white of her legs, throat, muzzle, and belly a dull, unhealthy white. But a bushy silver ruff tinged with a dark brown warmed the back of her neck, and made her proud face look prouder. But she looked deep in troubled, rash thought.
The words of Black Aspen ran through her head, angering the Drappa as she recalled them. “Tarkah saw me…threatened the cubs…” Before had the cubs of List been threatened, and before she had taken little action but to bring the culprit to Leohlic. She felt as if she was letting List fall into a small whole, and she felt every day she grew farther away from them and more into her dreams of being a brave figure, like Fren, or more so, like Larka. She was only a Drappa, she hadn’t done anything to be brave, and she hadn’t done anything to help her pack. She wanted to go and spit in Tarkah’s face, and claw her eyes away. She wanted to throw the arctic Drappa to the ground. The more she thought of the List cubs and the white Drappa, the more restless she became, and the familiar lands behind her seemed a prison more then a home.
Finally, Bila jumped up, her single eye glaring with determination and excitement. She would no longer brood on her territory; she would now go to Koran and kill Tarkah. She couldn’t stand the threat left alone, and she couldn’t stand to stay still, feeling as if a slow poison was welling into her body all the time. She rose onto her back legs and pushed off the rock, sinking more than she normally would have into the thawing snow. And then she began to descend, limping on her front right leg that was still bleeding from the moose that List had killed only suns before. She didn’t think that the wound would stop her from winning; all she thought of was the fierce determination and excitement welling up inside her and streaming silently from her maw.
As the she-Varg passed the invisible line between Koran and List, a wind began to pick up, and on it was spring, fresh and warm. It played with her auds and wafted up her nose so that she felt enlightened with the Chinook on her back, and she began to run faster, finally only on three legs as the wound throbbed. Her tongue rolled from her mouth and she knew she would win; she couldn’t fail when the wind blew so nicely of seasons to come. Suddenly swiftly a freezing wind picked up, but she did not notice, for the scents of Vargs were growing stronger in the barren land. Finally Bila stopped, her eye glowing with courageous malice as she lifted her throat to Tor and let a cold song be caught by the cold breeze. She was ready to win, but the Gods were ready to kill.
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Post by Tarkah on Feb 13, 2005 21:17:41 GMT -5
The winds picked up through the still white lands, the frost heaves still piled up and unmoved by the sharp rays of the sun. Though srping was certainly in the air. Amongst the vast air currents there hung the snippets of a spring breeze, a perfume of new life to come and the scent of the lera that were returning from their retreat of the cold. But amogst the winds a new fragrence was detected, the fume of a little war.
A large heap of white fur lay, sprawled upon a snowy ridge. The creatures golden orbs burning with a different light. She felt pain coevil one through her as she smacked her lips. Her gaze moved along her paw but then stopped when she saw the large scar that marked upon her right shoulder. The varg hissed as she remembered where she had won the scar. The battle with List. How they had come into Koran threatening to kill them and take their land. Tarkah's ebon lips curled into a silent snarl. And how they had killed her daughter.
The scar had also remined her of an ebon varg whom had visited not too long ago. It was Black Aspen, and how she had entered the Koran with such a high voice and strong pride. How Tarkah had wanted to break it.
The ebon varg had stood before Tarkah and the white fae snarled eyeing the varg. She was of List. Tarkah had felt the anger rise onto her like the demons possesed her. "Leave now varg or I will not hesitate to rip you to shreds," Tarkah had come closer wanting to taste the vargs blood but then she had smirked, "The next time varg I pass by List, I will visit, and there I will rip open your cubs throats and leave them for the scavenging crows!" Tarkah had spat. Though Tarkah had not cared nor listened to a word Aspen had spoke, if she did anyways.
Tarkah curled her tassel and stood up a smirk upon her lips. Yes she would get revenge, She could not go back in time to save Istas, but she would have her revenge. She would enter List, if death was riding upon her back, then so be it! Tarkah descended from the ridge, her glistening optics glaring out at the horizon, and at that moment the eyes did not seem to belong to the Drappas. Steel gray talons sliced the icy frost as she padded back to the dens, but then a howl, loud and clear rung throughout the Koran. It was Bila. Tarkah though was shocked at the sudden visitor, and how she had wanted to visit List. Tarkah smiled, "perhaps I would get my revenge sooner then I thought."
With light footsteps the arctic fae pounced through the forests and stopped when she neared the borders. Halfly hidden amongst the shadows Tarkah let out a low growl. Excitement runnign through her veins. Tarkah let out a deafening hiss, and eyed Bila. How proud she had looked, Tarkah smiled slyly. "Why hello Bila, come back so soon?" Tarkah sneered her tassel twitching back and forth in slow motion. "Never knew you liked this land so , much." Though Tarkah was a bit smaller then Bila, her arctic pelt was thick and puffed out making her seem larger then she actually was. Tarkah padded out silently, her shoulder blades rising up and then falling back after every step she took. But then she stopped, only a few meters away from the dark hued varg. Golden orbs met with Bila's one eye. Silence stole between them as tension grew. They were alone, or at least so far they were, the only observants were the two Drappas and the gods above
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Post by Bila on Feb 13, 2005 21:30:18 GMT -5
Silence stole over the land as the shadows grew and the air began to taste of snow in Bila’s sensitive mouth. Her breath rose icily from her maw as mist in front of her face as she looked around warily, her auds swiveling as her heart beat against her rib cage. She was nervous and the idea of invading Koran alone seemed now to be folly. But she couldn’t turn away, so she looked across the snow with burning eyes. Tarkah’s scent came like a bite in the dark, and immediately her tensed hackles bristled as she wheeled to face the smell. Slowly her auds bent backwards as her lips wrinkled up into a silent snarl. She could hear the soft crunch of light footfalls; she could almost here the heart of her enemy beating with steady hate. That was the heart she would tear out and eat, spitting it up again for Shatila, Orion, and Denisha to eat. Her eye locked on Tarkah as she appeared from the trees, her white coat carrying not a trace of yellow like Bila’s. This only brought out a fierce snarl.
She tensed as Tarkah began to stock closer, and her snarl deepened with hate. The arctic Drappa sneered viciously, and Bila stepped forward, another deep rumble of rage tumbling from her white maw. “I hate these lands,” she snarled through gritted teeth, her body heaving with meaning. “I hate them because I hate you. You with your pack that can be fed through the winter while ours suffers! This isn’t about luck of the land you chose, it’s about you and your evil! How dare you threaten the cubs, filth?” Her body was filled with anger as she stepped forward again, longing to lunge and bite off her enemies muzzle.
High up in the heavens, beyond the God and Goddess, resided the Red Meadow, where gray ghosts stalked, their red eyes matching that of the bloody poppies springing from the colorless land. They were waiting for the new edition, they were waiting for one of the Drappa’s below to come. Only one would survive the battle, and only one would be aloud to continue her life below the orb of Fenris.
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Post by Tarkah on Feb 13, 2005 21:55:42 GMT -5
A malicious snarl appeared over her once grinning lips. Tarkah eyed Bila, every fur rising on end and her body burning with a strong hate. She snarled at Bila," Ha! Do you think I control where the herla roam? Though it seems like they prefer my lands over yours, I can see why!" Tarkah growled her golden optics burning with dancing swords.
"You Bila, you had brung your clan to my territories, trying to raid our lands and steal little of what we had! You are not the only ones who have starved! And it was so by coincidence that the herla had chosen our valley! But you! You brought her hate! Your evil to my lands. And you still ask why I threaten your pups? Have you not forgotten that you, on that day killed my own daughter? Did she have to die? No but she did because of you. And what is the solo difference?" Tarkah spat her hackles spikign up and stiffening as she spoke anger bubblign inside her as she glared at the List Drappa.
Tarkah mused, Filth filth was what she had called her, but Tarkah cared not. She could have called her filth, she could have called her a sikla but all Tarkah wanted was the taste of revenge, dyign for it woulnd't matter as long as she held it. She could almost feel the gray spectres, resting near them waiting watching for the new addition. The cold wind blew waiting for the battle to begin
(I'll be back in half an hour, though i wont log out.. too lazy see you in a bit bila)
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Post by Bila on Feb 13, 2005 22:36:26 GMT -5
Bila rose to her full height with a roar so sudden that birds flew into the air with terrified screeches. Her eye was filled with crazy anger and hate, and her stomach was almost in her throat as fire pierced every nerve in her body. “I invaded here to feed my family,” she snarled, her teeth flashing dangerously. “Would you do the same, or are you as heartless as to let them starve!? Would you let your sister and her brand new children die because you don’t have the guts to fight for them!? I love them, and I’d do it again, and if the Balkar was the only other pack alive I would invade there too. Your daughter died because she opposed us, and it was lucky no one else did! It was a war, it happened, somebody had to die! But that is all perspective, isn’t it?! Well someone will die today too!”<br> She sprang to the side, lashing forward at the white wolf with wrinkled lips and glinting teeth. She jumped quickly away, letting an armed claw snake towards Tarkah’s shoulder. She had put her full weight on her wounded paw, and suddenly it gave away below her, and with a yelp of pain she collapsed in the snow. Confused and terrified that she was so exposed and helpless, she began to scramble backwards, until she could jump up, favoring the injury. She stood, catching her breath, her one eye proud and angry. Tarkah would die, no matter what she would settle this.
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Post by Tarkah on Feb 13, 2005 23:08:06 GMT -5
Tarkah snarled her eyes fixated upon the tri hued varg. She could hardly hear Bila's taunting voice over her beatign heart now and an anger that buzzed throughout her eardrums, like a wasp stinging her with utter hatred. Tarkah growled, "You hadn't known one of my own members had birthed her litter, But because of the shortage of food, the others died. One was left. So do you think I would just stand around watching you steal our land? Steal our food? Our Life?" Tarkah felt her talons clench the snow her muscles tensing, counting down the seconds till they unleashed her lunge. The ivory femmora gave a sharp snarl. She would fight for her dead daughter, fight for Koran and Phantom's dead pups.
Tarkah braced herself, her ivory canids gleaming as her maw stood ajar. Hackles rose over her shoulder blades and ears pressed forwards. Pupils contracted leaving a slender oval as she starred hard at Bila. "Yes you are right Bila, someone will die tonight and that is you!" Tarkah snarled just as Bila let go and lunged.
Tarkah growled and pinched backwards trying to throw herself away from the attack, but she just fell short an inch or two and felt the painful blow of Bila's talons. Tarkah hissed as she felt the knives slink into her flesh, over the scar that had once been opened earlier in the battle between the two packs. Tarkah dug her back feet in trying to counter the blow she snarled and Bila was lucky that she had hit Tarkah for when the ivory drappa raised her crown she had faintly caught Bila, upon the snowy ground favouring her wounded leg. Tarkah eyed the leg, with one leg gone limp she then eyed her others, three good legs. Tarkah snarled, soon to be two. The drappa advanced once more, feeling the pain in her reopened cut. Tarkah breathed hard, her heart pounding wildly. She howl-barked and lunged aiming for one of Bila's good paws. She could almost feel the fur clenched in the vice of her jaws as Tarkah propelled forward, nothing would stop her tonight in revovering her revenge.
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Post by Bila on Feb 14, 2005 13:48:44 GMT -5
//Okay, you can kill her now!//
Blood dribbled from her paw and mingled in the snow as needle sharp pain swept through Bila’s body. She stumbled, trying to blink away the pain, trying to look at Tarkah with a steady eye. There was movement, and in horror Bila looked up to glance Tarkah aiming low for her paw. Instinctively she pushed off of the snow, curling her front legs into her body. Tarkah’s jaws instead grabbed just above the paw, biting down with razor canines, a jaw that crunched bones into powder. Bila yelped as she landed on the snow, helplessly crying out as the Drappa bit harder and deeper, staining the ground with the warrior’s blood. Her leg snapped through the air with a crack, and Bila’s eye was blinded by red as she screamed. The scream rent the air, filled with pain and weakness; it chased away the birds, and it chased away hope and life. Death settled on the Fire Drappa, and she knew now, that she would die.
She would never see the end of winter, and she would never not know hunger. She wouldn’t ever feel what it was to be healthy and strong. She wouldn’t be able to return to her family, to see their familiar pelts and smell their sweet scents. She could never walk to the borders of List and feel the presence and welcome of home. She could not run across the rocks when she had to let go, when life grew too bored and she grew too restless. But as she thought of that between the pain, she realized she didn’t care. Her whole life she had been waiting this moment, to die bravely, with all the honor she could hold. And now she would die bravely, she wouldn’t look behind, where List beckoned to her pleadingly and her family stalked. She was in Koran now, and the cold breeze would make up for the mourning of her pack, and the snow for their weeping. She looked up at Tarkah with steely fire, one she had never possessed before. She had never felt such power and courage; and she would use it.
Bila slowly rose onto three legs, the broken one stiff and painful, and the bloodied one wobbly and lit with fire. But she was already dead. “Tarkah, I didn’t come here for the sake of the cubs, I came here to die. So kill me here, on these lands of evil, and I’ll go to my peace.” She lunged forward, tripping on her two pained legs, and she fell slowly towards her, neck exposed.
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Post by Tarkah on Feb 14, 2005 17:49:05 GMT -5
(NEEEUU! *cries* but but but Bilaaaaaaaaa)
Tarkah felt it, her jowls clenched down with instinct as she impacted upon the paw. Though she had missed her target Tarkah had still been able to grab just enough of her leg. Her canines lurched, stabbing easily into the flesh. The crimson blood, still warm that trickled out from the wound had gotten into Tarkah's mouth. The blood tasted sickly and though some wolves loved the taste of blood, Tarkah highly disliked the taste of her own kind. With a cough she let loose as the ear peircing shriek of the List Drappa stung her eardrums. Tarkah winiced her canines detatching her long stilt but before she let go, Tarkah heard a sick snap. One that she would never forget. Tarkah let go forcefully pushign herself away. She had had enough. She wanted the blood out of her mouth as she landed heavily upon the snow. Her own blood trickled down her shoulder and from other wounds that Bila had inflicted. Tarkah panted as she heard another hard thump. It had belonged to the dark hued drappa. Ivory pelt dyed red the arctic fae staggered upwards. Her golden optics staring at Bila's determined face. It was bold, not even the pain could deterialize it. Tarkah panted her tongue hanging out as her eyes flickered.
Tarkah watched as Bila jumped up, her pride never broken. Tarkah growled lowly her gaze pinned on the wolf bracing for the next set of attacks. Tarkah had twisted her ankle when she had fallen but she could still fight. Though she was never a strong fighter and if Bila was in fact healthy, she could have taken down the white wolf. Tarkah's ears pricked as she heard the sharp words of Bila.
Tarkah panted Bila had ordered her to kill her. Tarkah growled lowly, her head lowered as her tail lifted. She stalked forwards her paws weighed like rocks as she made her way slowly to the she wolf sprawled upon the crimson dyed snow. Tarkah hissed bringing her jowls and her four canids into close proximity with the throat of Bila.She could see the veins and arteries that was covered by the thin layer of skin. But Tarkah could not. She growled her tail curling. She stepped back removing her gaze from her exposed throat. "I cannot kill you" Tarkah spoke her head turned away from Bila. "Don't think that I do not want to and do not think that I cannot" Tarkah spoke with a harsh bark, "But your pack needs you and as you have said your pups do." Tarkah said though it was very hard for her to even say these words and especially to Bila. "just go and get out of my lands return to List and don't ever show your face in here again." Tarkah hissed still her head was turned. But she had a feelign that Bila would not go, her pride was to strong just to let this one go, or let Tarkah release her. Tarkah knew she would want Bila to finish her off, even if she liked it or not.
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Post by Bila on Feb 14, 2005 21:29:42 GMT -5
Bila screamed in agony as she smacked against the snow, her broken leg twisting gruesomely. The color red blurred her eye as her nerves rebelled and writhed while her mind burned in her head. She rolled onto her side, weakly panting as her tongue, filled with her own blood, rolled silently from her mouth. The shaggy, tri colored femora’s body heaved with each breath, her eye rolling slightly from the pain. And then came the moose, bile, and blood from her stomach with a sick scent as it washed over the snow and her paws. She began to panic as it kept coming, leaving her no time to breath. Suddenly it stopped, and she took deep, racking breaths, looking defiantly at the Drappa with a pained eye. The harsh bark slammed against her ears, and she cringed backwards slightly before looking back up to Tarkah, who began to leave.
She couldn’t make it home, and she didn’t want to. Life had already started to grow restless, and her longing rent at her belly until she couldn’t bear to see another familiar thing. Now she didn’t want to go back, even if she could. “Wait,” she snarled viciously. “Come back and fight! Don’t turn your back like a coward just because I’m lying here weakly!” She couldn’t get up, even though she tried, finally falling back onto the snow with a strangled yelp. Gulping in air, she glared at her enemy. “I couldn’t live after this anyway, so come back here and fight!” She wished she could lash out at Tarkah, she wished she could stand and battle. But she couldn’t, and she hoped she could convince her. Bila stared at her, only seeing another.
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Post by Tarkah on Feb 14, 2005 22:32:46 GMT -5
Tarkah stopped, her ebon tipped ears erect and keen. Tarkah turned swiftly on her heels, her golden optics eyeing Bila. Tarkah growled and turned swiftly back. Her head lowered until it was eye level with Bila. Did she really want to die? Tarkah did not understand. But she had everything and yet she had spoke like she was suffering, suffering in her own lands. Tarkah wanted to know what happened but did not raise her voice to command it. Instead she raised an eyebrow in questioning.
The ivory drappa growled lowly, trying to ignore the pain all over her body. "I don't understand Bila, you come here to kill me, but now you come here wanting to die. What is it that you really want?" Tarkah barked her eyes boring into the dark hued feamme. Tarkah turned her gaze away from Bila for a split second not wanting to stare at her, not because she was submitting she just did not want to see the pain i nher eyes. Tarkah growled devishly, "You want me to fight so you call me a coward?" Tarkah scoffed, "Fine.....fine I'll fight. But why should I fight when you can't even get up?" Tarkah inquired taking a step away from Bila to give her space. "If you want to fight then get up, and show me what you got cause I don't see no reason to carry this on if you can only just lie there." Tarkah sneered her tail curling. "If you can't even regester a blow on me, then I might as well think you are already dead."
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Post by Bila on Feb 14, 2005 23:00:59 GMT -5
Bila snapped at the air as Tarkah looked into her eye, feeling challenged as she lay in her own filth. But the Drappa looked away, and the pained eye began to take on a sharp look as tried to stifle her labored breathing. Angrily, she opened her maw to spit out at the arctic femora, but closed it tight, now ashamed. She was acting weak, and she couldn’t rekindle the just feeling she had once carried with her. She had changed for the worse, and she could never be as brave and honorable as she once had been, and Bila did not want to act like her emotional son Rage. She couldn’t say any of this to Tarkah, so she looked back up at her with her pained eye, cunning now glinting in it. “I’ve made up my mind,” she growled in a slithery snarl barely aduible. “And I’ll leave it to fate. You better just hope you can beat me even when I am injured.”<br> Bila took a deep breath and shakily began to try and sit up. She panted heavily as she supported her weight on her mauled leg, and it shook fiercely. Bila squinted in pain, and she thought she would fall again, but she fought to stay up, and slowly the shaking died into a small quiver until slowly she stood up. Her broken leg was a worthless limb that was bringing her down, and she couldn’t even curl it up to hop on three legs. Instead she let it drag on the snow, ignoring as best she could the pain. Bila lunged unevenly, a battle cry on her lips as she fell on the back of Tarkah. She hit her leg hard on the snow, and to bite back the pain, she dug herself deep into Tarkah.
//Sorry for the bad post, and I hope you don't mind that I god moded?//
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Post by Tarkah on Feb 15, 2005 16:28:16 GMT -5
(nop not at all ^^)
Tarkah prepared to pad away leaving the crippled drappa to return to her own lands but instead she had heard shufflign and then a scream. Tarkah snarled and turned but was too late to react when the full force of Bila knocked her down to the snowy earth. arkah scrambled her talons scrapign the snow tryign to throw Bila off her. But Tarkah had been unprepared. Though if she had not turned around when Bila lunged, the List drappa would have only been able to grab hold the back of her neck but now, when Tarkah had turned Bila was able to clamp onto the side of her throat.
Burning optiics of gold flickered as if dozens of candles were set afire in them. The ivory drappa snarled, her four canids glistening with malicious. Suddenly the wantign to just leave Bila in her state had vanished as the femmora dug her razors deeper and deeoer into her soft flesh. Her hot blood trickled down her neck dying her pelt bright red.
Tarkah felt her grip loosen in the snow, slip. Slowly she felt harder and harder to breath and realized Bila was clinging onto her wind pipe. With struggle to flip Bila off, though she could not, Tarkah tried to turn her jaws around to snap at whatever was in reach.
(sorry I have to go now >.< augh... Don't mind the bad post put together roughly)
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Post by Bila on Feb 15, 2005 23:05:08 GMT -5
Blood tasted in her mouth as she bit deeper into the loose folds of skin, letting it dribble from her jaws as she clawed and scratched at Tarkah’s back. The proud Drappa felt her victory as a cold, moaning wind grabbed at her shaggy pelt and flung it about. Veins and arteries were just below the skin she would rip out along with her fate. If Tarkah was to die by her jaws, Bila would die soon after. Bleeding wounds and broken bones would not help her last the remainder of the winter, and like a bitter sweet story, she would painfully fade like Shatocwnn before her. She bit deeper, tasting the flesh of her own kind on her tongue, nasty and bitter. She stared at each white hair, each cut off breath of the living life below her. And then she thought of the life of Tarkah, horror welling up inside her as she thought of killing a strong Varg who deserved to live. The she-wolf was evil, but did she deserve death? Did Bila deserve to kill her? Why should she deprive another of life when peace could be made? What was she doing!?
Bila let go, spitting out the blood as if it were poison. She let herself fall forward off of Tarkah, to ask for peace, to surrender like a coward. List still needed her, and Koran still needed Tarkah. How could she have ever thought of depriving the two packs from there only leaders? Flashing teeth began to hurtle her way, and instinctively she tried to thrust her head upward and shout out for her to stop, for an alliance to be made. But she was falling towards the needle sharp bringers of death, and she hit them forcefully, gasping as they sank through her skin and she fell in front of the Drappa, her throat ripped open. Spittle and blood fell from her maw as she coughed; searing pain she had never felt before. Her one eye began to roll into her head; her mind began to whirr before she gained control, silently writhing in front of Tarkah, struggling for life as it slipped away. She didn’t want to die yet; she wanted to be with her family, to smell the greenery of spring, to breathe fresh air, to be a clueless Varg. She started to move less, and her eye glazed as her chest heaved. Slowly Bila gave in to death, but her mind stayed with List. “Peace,” she choked, unable to think or talk in full sentences. “Peace! Don’t fight with us…anymore…peace…please!?” Her own voice was weak and shallow to her ever proud mind, but she began to slip into red and black, seeing only the Drappa’s swimming face and the cloudy heavens. She tried to catch all of the thoughts rushing through her mind, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t think of the ones she was leaving behind, nor what was ahead. She was trapped and slowly slipping away. Her life had been small and simple, but affective. Slowly, a shuttering breath racked her body as her heart stopped beating, and the echo of List slowly reverberated on her mind. The large bulk slowly stiffened as the sightless eye looked up at nothing. Bila had past on into the dark question of death.
The chill breeze let out a whisper as it slowly descended upon the body, and it swept over it with a rush. The long fur that covered the wolf’s body rustled as the air began to softly prod around her, until it pushed off with a satisfied moan into the sky. On its sightless wings it carried the fragile, proud spirit of the once fiery Drappa, flying across the sky with speed no Lera possessed. Far from Koran the wind settled on tall peaks, and there, deep beneath the snow, a tree began to grow, with sharp evergreen needles. The spirit began to fade deep into the tree, but she found her mind clear, and beside the new seedling a small spruce began to sing in a rustle of needles. “You’ve been gone to long.” It whispered. “I know.” She whispered back, before her mind slowly went into that of the tree. Bila had passed on into Fenris’s forest. Back in Koran, the snow began to fall.
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Post by Tarkah on Feb 16, 2005 23:27:35 GMT -5
(NEEUUU BILA DON’T DIE!!!GRR your not suppose to die! I was suppose to stall. *growls* and your post is so sad! It makes me cry! )
Tarkah felt herself collapse as the weight of Bila was flung onto her. She screamed. The List drappas long canids digging into her soft flesh. Hot blood trickled down her neck and her other wounds as Tarkah began to lose conciouesness. Panting Tarkah coughed, and suddenly noticed that she was choking. She gaged, unable to breath properly, Bila was so close, so close to her windpipe. Tarkah growled pain seething through her like a nail. Sudeenly her head flung back in instinct. By that time Tarkah did not know what she was doing, her sight had already gone fuzzy. She did not hear anything else for a while except the pounding of her own heart. Then suddenly a thud. Tarkah coughed realizing that the grip on her neck was loosened. But she had also realized that her own jaws were grabbing hold of Bila’s neck. Tarkah growled instinct had driven her this far. Bila’s warm blood trickled into her mouth again as Tarkah began to wobble on her feet. Spitting and dropping Bila to the ground Tarkah collapsed as well. Her leg was broken on impact with the list drappas jaws and her neck was cut open and bleeding. The pure white snow now dappled and stained a bright red aswell as Tarkah’s ivory coat now blurred and smudged with red. Tarkah groaned and turned her head. All was silent and Tarkah’s breathing was slowled as if she was not breathing at all. She did not know what had happened at that moment when the two drappas had lunged at eachother and Tarkah did not really want to know. But still all was silent, except the random hissing of the winds. Were they the winds or were they the lurings of the spectres, calling the drappas to the red meadow lands.
Tarkah coughed and she woke up when she had heard the words spoken by Bila. “Peace… I’m sorry. I was blind.” Tarkah managed to whisper though the pain racked her bodice. Tarkah squinted not knowing what had taken over her but now it was as if her midn cleared. Then a sound stugn her eardrums. It was a sound so lively and brought life back to the wolves. It were the stampign of fast hooves. Tarkah knew what that sound was. The herla were returning! “Bila! Bila… we do not have to fight now, the herla they are back. They have returned, we can now feed our pups and thrive once more. Life has returned..” Tarkah whispered not knowing if Bila could hear her.Suddenly Tarkah felt herself shudder as the rest of her energy was wearing out. She was dying. Blood was leavign her at a fast rate and she felt herself losing the fight. All she saw was black and then she blackedout
Time passed and Tarkah began to stir. She felt dizzy and weak unable to move. She remembered where she was and though with little strength Tarkah turned herself around pain seething her as she looked over to Bila. “Bila?” Tarkah spoke pullign herself forward and yelping in pain. She brought her muzzle to hers and paused shocked. She was cold. “Bila? Bila no!. What have I done?” Tarkah tried nudging Bila but nothing happened. Tarkah whined. The last words of Bila had made Tarkah come itno realization. “Bila no! We still have to fight remember! You still have to fight! You’re my rival! I need you, List needs you. No you can’t do this! GET up and fight now!” Tarkah cried but it was no use. Tarkah shook her head and licked Bila oon the muzzle. Tarkah shuddered herself and fell once again her head on her paws. She had done this. The ivory drappa closed her eyes she was shivering. “Bila, I’m sorry.” There both of the drappa’s blood mized in the snow into one bright red substance. If only they had mixed earlier but it was too late now. There they were alone. There it seemed cold, no one was there to see them to aid them. But then again as the two drappa’s lay there side by side. They weren’t so alone. There they had each other.
(*sigh* its not as good as the one I had before but it got deleted.. i hate my comp. *kicks and hurts toes*
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Post by Fiory on Feb 18, 2005 15:21:06 GMT -5
[glow=purple,9,000]((I hope you don't think this as an intrusion....Bila asked me to come and claim her body when your fight was over....*sniff sniff* )) Inside List's border, the young mother waited. She waited for so long with your children, asleep in the large pack den. Breezes played with her fur, as the statue of the storyteller held fast to the frozen ground, unmoving in their midst. "Where are you Bila?" The same question buzzed in her head over and over again, after every passing minute of silence it would resurface to break it. After the longest time, Fiory finally stood in the snow, her rump half frozen with waiting. Finding another of List to watch over her cubs, she set off, at a brisk trotting pace. Over the hills and through the forests that seperated the two packlands of Koran and List. But she would not stop to ask of Tratto's Blessing. Her pace never slowed, and those golden orbs never flashed more brightly. Snow was falling in the enemie's territory, and it clung to the raven black femora's fur, though she seemed not to notice it and not to care. The agile femme's tanned gold auditories were strained foreward as far as they could go, listening intently for anything that would suggest of her sister being here. Her scent slowly filtered in from everywhere, and yet Fiory never stopped. Her ebony nose twitched and for the first time in a while, she halted her steps. Blood was on the air. "Bila..no.." The first words to exit her trembling maw in the longest time. Her paws lept foreward unable to be controlled and they carried their owner swift as night's shadow to the clearing where Bila and Tarkah had fought it out, and now where Bila lay dead. Her body froze, her mind went blank, and she trembled all over in anger and in greif. But her eyes kept moving, and they stopped upon Tarkah, the drappa of Koran, who lay beside her sister in a pool of blood. She was torn up just as badly as her sister was, and yet here she was still breathing. A growl escaped the young femora's maw and her lips curled back in a dangerous snarl, those ivory fangs glinting in the falling snow. "You have murdered my kin!" She barked viciously, springing foreward and landing but a foot away from her sister's lifeless bodice. Anger and hatred for the Koran drappa coursed through every vein, every artery, every blood vessel of her inner streams and she snarled angrily at Tarkah, trying desperatly not to lunge upon her already torn up body. Only words of hatred spewed from her hurtful vengeful maw, like daggers upon Koran's Drappa's ears. "You murderous wretch! Kin of Wolfbane himself! Back away you vile thing from my dear sister, or I shall finish you off like she could not!" Her hackles were raised and her paws gripped the snow angrily, her tail risen up into a dominant stance as the tall agile femme stared down uncaringly and spitefully upon the falled Drappa before her. Her ebony fur stood on end as the breezes played with it, no tears becoming shed to freeze them back to the skin again. No amount of sorrow or anger had been mixed to this degree before in the female. Never had so much hatred surfaced in one blow towards only a single varg, except perhaps one other time so long ago. A varg named Morrow had her name etced upon these canines, as Tarkah's name was placed there now. Fiory's form was not her own. No longer did it stand before Tarkah, a mysterious storyteller awaiting to share news that may help in the future. But now it stood before the Drappa, shivering in the snow, as an angry sister, blinded by the blood or her kin spilt upon the frozen land and ready to sink her own canines into the perpatrator. Before the agile stargazer, full of hate and loathing, could pounce upon the weakened Tarkah, a breeze blew up her nose. It wafted through her senses and it shook away her hatred. Her eyes cleared and her fur slowly fell as her head rose up to greet that gentle blowing wind. It was Bila, or at least, Fiory thought it to be her newly deceased sister. After a moment, the storyteller sighed, her head lowering once more, and her golden optics staring at Tarkah's weak and bloody body next to Bila's. The storyteller shook her head, and a tear sped toward the ground through her ebony cheek fur, splashing upon Bila's lifeless chest. "She is in a better place now....with Tor.." Fiory slowly whispered, her eyes gently shut as her muzzle pointed toward her sister. Her words were calmer now, they were more subdued and relaxed. Her voice was airy again, mysterious to the ears yet soft to the touch. Slowly Fiory's tanned auditories flicked backward and her sharp golden orbs peiced the eyes defiantly of the Drapp of Koran. "Never set a paw upon List....lest I finish you, like you did my sister." It would be her only warning. Slowly, the agile femme lowered herself to the ground, tears streaking her face in silent whisps, and she grabbed the stiffening scruff of Bila's neck fur. With all her might, her head raised up high so that the least amount of her sister dragged upon the ground, and she walked out of Koran, her dead sister limp and stiffening in her jaws. The snow continued to fall upon Koran but it was soft and slow, as if time was stopping. Behond the thick snowfall falling so silent to the ground, a long black tail swung lightly from behind a bush, before disappearing completly. Bila would be taken to List, for all of her family to mourn over, before her body was finally put to rest. The whole journey home, Fiory's heart sunk with the guilt, with the hatred, with the sorrow, and the same statements as before with her omnimous question, echoed in her empty head... "Bila, watch over us with Shatocwnn and Bristol at your sides.....I am sorry, my sister...that I was not there to protect you, to help you, to care for you as Sisters should....I am sorry...forgive me.."[/glow]
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