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Post by † Demon † on Feb 3, 2005 14:42:11 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]Something snapped. The clientele of Tarkah's legendary Koran pack hushed for a heartbeat to glance in the general direction of the sound. A she wolf had come into the clearing. Instantly the chatter and laughter of the wolves resumed; wolf cubs running about and play-fighting or adults sitting around lazily in little groups discussing the latest gossip of the valley. The ebony she wolf Demon stepped silently across the short distance from the somewhat creepy and shadowy woods to the busy clearings. Glancing round, Demon suddenly felt extremely out of place. She hardly remembered any of these wolves. Snarling under her breath, she kept her form tightened, and her muscles clentched together like she was one giant fist waiting to punch something. Flicking her tassle lightly behind her, she could feel the new winter winds whipping at her pelt. Tiny crystals of snow had clung onto her pelt, holding on for dear life. Smiling to herself, she slowly began to relax and shook away the white specks from her raven-black pelt. As she began to walk away from the crowd of wolves, a scent towered above the rest. Pausing, she felt her claws dig into the frosty ground with a slight crunch. Looking up, a snarl deepened in her throat. She remembered it, but couldn't place it. "Who.." breathed the she wolf under her breath, eyes darting and teeth glinting. No mercy would be given today. None what so ever.[/glow]
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Post by damien on Feb 3, 2005 17:23:07 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]Shadows began to flicker behind the ebony she wolf. A small pair of amber optics darted over her form. Etched on the muzzle of this small wolf lay a cruel smirk; one very similar to what usually was presented on the maw of the she wolf. Stepping silently out from the shadowy pit, the male cub smiled and let a ray of faded sunlight wash over his pelt. Pure black, with a single streak of grey washing over his back and between his ears. Pointed at the ends like a stretched diamond. Eyes of a radient amber flame, and a lean body. He seemed almost too much like the female; words couldnt begin to describe the similarities. "Well," growled the cub finally, strength in his voice despite his age, "I have finally found you again..." Pausing, his tassle brushed softly against the ground, causing a slight crackle of dry leaves. Looking around, he smiled darkly. "So this is the place you kept telling me great stories of?" mocked the cub lightly, "not much of a paradise is it...?" Smiling, he walked upto the she wolf, and stared up into her poisoned optics. "So now that I have found you.." he breezed coldly, "where's the rest of my so-called family..mother...?" [/glow]
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Post by Tarkah on Feb 3, 2005 17:37:11 GMT -5
It was morning, the Koran pack all resting lazily near the dens, conserving energy since the winter had begun. It was harsh not just for the Koran pack but for all, since the food was scarce.
Ebony tipped auds flickered upon an ivory crown. THe snow white she wolf was lying unconcerned for much, at leats not now. Her golden optics blinked calmly, expressing hoe tired she was btu he could not get to sleep. Tarkah licked her dried lips and yawned. She shook her muzzle and lied back down, closing her eyes when a scent surprised her.It was that of Demon's, but that was not shocking for since the return of the elegant she wolf, her scent had been made present all over Koran. But what reached Tarkah's nares was the scent of another wolf. An unknown stranger.
Growling Tarkah lifted herself up onto her feet and began to trot towards the bringer of the scent. Leaving a plain trail of pawprints Tarkah bent her muzzle down, spottign the pawprins that clearly belonged to Demon, they were fresh too.
A few more paces brought Tarkah to the east. Her golden orbs blinked as they fell onto a ebony he cub. Tarkah's hackles rose instinctivly her eyes glaring, "Who are you?" she barked as her sight swerved over to Demon. A frown appeared on the drappa as she looekd to her dear sister, "Do you know him?" she asked sideglancing at the young black male and saw a deep hatrid burning in his eyes. Was it hatred? or somthing else...
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Post by † Demon † on Feb 3, 2005 17:46:01 GMT -5
sorry for the crappy post! I couldn't think of anything to put [glow=black,2,300] Demon smiled as Tarkah's instincts were spot on. Although he was a stanger to the terrains of Koran, Demon knew him all too well. Blinking slowly, she listened to the words of Tarkah carefully; yet still proceeded to place her paws over the cub, as though protecting him. "Yes, Tarkah; i know this wolf before you..." growled Demon finally, only just letting it sink it that her surposedly dead son was actually alive. Smirking at her Drappa, she couldnt resist the next comment to follow. Parting her lips, she rose her tail high, like a banner of something to be proud of. "I mean, c'mon sister... do you not see the resemblance?" Sneering, she paused and watched the expressions on the she wolf's face, hoping to absorb some sickly shock and horror in the optics of the white fae. "This is Damien, my son..." [/glow]
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Post by Tarkah on Feb 5, 2005 0:50:34 GMT -5
The arctic fae stood there, her tail wavering back and forth slowly as she cocked her auditories. Eye brow raised she gave a weary eye to Damien. So Demon knew this cub. Tarkah thought to herself though she could feel some of the tension rising away from her shoulders. But still Tarkah waited, for more explination of the whole situation.
The Femmora cocked her head as Demon stepped a paw forward, clearly she was protecting him, as if her paw infront of the cub could sheild of any force that came its way. A chuckle emitted from the deeps of Tarkah as her gold optics hovered over the small figure of Damien.
Tarkah then raised her eyes to the ebony Fae, that looked much like her as Tarkah heard the words that struck her, "....do you not see the resemblance? Tarkah blinked and starred closer at the cub. His sheek ebony pelt as shimmering as Demon's own peltage and their farcades almost as if they held the same smirk, Was this her son? But why haven't Demon ever mentioned him?Tarkah frowned but as she meet eyes with this cub Tarkah wrinkled her nose. His eyes were not of emerald green, but of a fiery red orange. Tarkah bit her lip, where had she seen those same eyes before? Tarkah almost hit herself at the realization. Those eyes it had belonged to another ebony varg. Tarkah tok a step closer to the cub and Demon but still stood confused. Until the words fell into place, like a puzzle finally fitted together. This is Damien....my son" Tarkah looked up at Demon. A some what shocked glance evident in her orbs, but most of all came the confusion. Tarkah looked from Damien to Demon, she had never seen nor heard of this son and by the looks of it, she had had him when the other cubs were born. But yet Tarkah still did not understand. Tarkah opened her maw, her eyes still makign their comparison from Damien to Demon, "Your son?"
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Post by † Demon † on Feb 5, 2005 6:28:40 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]Demon smiled slightly. She had thought it too easy if Tarkah had left it at that, yet her questioning gave her an irrisistable urge to tell the tale. Smirking, she sat on her haunches gracefully, watching her son carefully. "You remember when the humans came to Koran?" she asked, the memories stronger than she thought. "You remember when I went to rescue Keechak?" Pausing, she flicked her tail slightly and let her cold optics run over Tarkah's white pelt. "Well, Markaz joined me there; and as we tried to rescue her, the humans turned on Markaz...." Feeling her eyes well up with tears, she swallowed them back. She couldn't, and wouldn't appear weak in front of her son. It wasn't allowed in her mind. Shaking away her stubborn side, she continued to stare lost-like at the Drappa, over-whelmed by memories. "Having freed Keechak, I distracted them and helped Markaz escape. But, even after I reached the valley's borders they didn't quit. They followed me everywhere. " Pausing, she took a deep lungful of air and looked sadly at the ground. "Damien was born late, yet grew faster..." she breezed, tears flowing from the memories. "...He is lucky to be alive, natural and human causes threatened his life when he was born in the strange land I had discovered," Hesitating, she tried to remember what the human's called it. "I think," she continued, "They called it a city..." Rolling her eyes, she yawned and gave out a long stretch. "So that's all I have to tell you sister..." she sighed slightly, and slowly pushed into a laying stance. Resting her head on her over-lapped ebony paws, she slowly closed her sleepy optics, auds perked ready to hear the she wolf's reply, if there was one.[/glow]
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Post by Tarkah on Feb 24, 2005 22:33:49 GMT -5
Tarkah lifted her head, eyeing Demon with a questioning gance. Tarkah could not understand how Demon could have kept Damien a secret for so long. If that was the intention anyways.
The ivory drappa after listening to Demon's explanation still felt confused. Though she wanted some more questions to be answered, the arctic femmora thought it best to leave it at that. Lifting her front paw she stepped forwad, beginning to pad towards Demon. With a heartfelt whine Tarkah licked Demon gently on her ebon muzzle. But soon retreated to her sittingposition a few feet away. Tarkah woul not let Damien think indifferently of his mother nor would Tarkah let him think that he could dominate a drappa. Though Tarkah could see the waverign thought in his eyes, or so it seemed.
Tarkah eyed Damien, his little ebony bodice and his erect auds takign in the sounds emittign from the two femmoras. and Tarkah wondered. What in Tor was he thinking? What was goign through the young wolf's mind.
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