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Post by Dimitrii on May 14, 2005 22:19:15 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300]
///Pardon my entrance\\\
The frigid crisp air in the shaded forests were silent. . The lunar rays were stolen by the old trees of Koran. These forests were dead. Everything was gone with the night. Nothing stirred. Nothing visible. From such darkness, could be seen the Koran dens. Infront, lay a worthless quarrel between domestic wolves. A common and constant battle of supremacy.
Trees rustled slightly with the winds. Old leaves brushed between the view of the dens, and the amber eyes of a observer layed hidded in the darkness. He's presence was a secret, his scent gone with the winds. He'd been there awhile now, watching the crimson fly, and smelling the lust of torn flesh. Intimidiating words were thrown back and forth. Each trying to place one above another. Even though he had let this fly as long as it had, domestic violence was not tolerated by him.
A slight smirk on his maw, he rose to his feet, and turned away from the dens, moving silently along the treaded paths of the woods.
A closer vantage spot brought him a clearer view, and concentrated sound. He was quick to notice the three highest ranking faemmes of Koran. Co Drappa Phantom, The drappa herself, and , well,none other than... her.
"Isnt this just beautiful. " Said the cold voice from the shadowns. Stepping into the clearing of the dens, the lunar rays luminated his smooth black pelt, and scarred maw, and a pair of fiery amber eyes. "Such a glorious eve, and I find the three of you tearing one another apart? And these are the three sweet faemmes by daylight, I guess you all change by nightfall." A smirk rested apon his maw, as he padded slowly.
He halted his pace, and toyed with a small old herla bone between the claws of his forepaws. " And no dragga is here to fix this, so all restrain is out of order? And you" Markaz said, switching his gaze to the drappa. "Just gonna watch blood fly today are we?"
///just dropped a knife on my foot, so im gonna go tend to that\\\ [/glow]
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Post by Tarkah on May 14, 2005 23:20:59 GMT -5
(hey THATS why I DONT open mail with knives or maybe next time use plastic knives to open em! heehee dont hurt mee! I wuv you! EEYI! Scuttles away)
Tarkah watched in vain. She did not like to look of the battle. She saw as each femmora took turn to lunge at the other. Each having an equal chance of pulling down the other. Tarkah stood at wits end, terribly stressed at the sight. The scent of faint blood travelled to her nose and at one point she had let out a harsh bark but of course it went unheard to the occupied femmoras.
She whined as she saw Demon lunge at Phantom and Phantom strike at Demon. THe white drappa took her gaze away. Couldn't there be a better way? She knew that some where somehow it was instinct it was the way but perhaps there was another way? Tarkah's hackles pined and she kicked a rock.
Only then did she notice hwo serious the fight was getting. THese femmores were not only fighting for the rank of co drappa, but fighting for their life. Tarkah stood on end. Tail high and head rising above. She snarled talons digging into he soft soil. "Have you two gone mad?" she barked. Tarkah growled, perhaps the drappa herself was mad, in permitting these two to do battle. "I said no one is to die in Koran! Especially a death by thier own Koran sister!" Tarkah howled harshly.
That was when she heard the footfalls of another varg. Eyes contractign Tarkah swung her head back, her top row of canines baring. But it was only Markaz and her tension eased a bit. She nodded to the large male, what was once smaller then the drappa now stood larger and taller then the arctic alphess. Tarkah scoffed, "Perhaps you need to count better deary" 'm not tearing anything apart..at the moment" she said eyeing Markaz teasingly.
The drappa cleared her throat now a serious tone in her voice. She was somewhat glad that Markax had made an appearence but also she was annoyed at the males presence. Tarkah smirked. "Draggas. pfft" she said growling at the thought of Andre. She eyed Markaz, "Yes Markaz good observation" she stated stand up and flicking her tail to the side so that it would swat Markaz on the muzzle.
THe Drappa leapt to the top of a boulder and stood eyeingthe femmoras. Perhaps Markaz would find a better resolution. She looekd at him curiosity burning in her. Why was he toying with her.
(ack sorry with all the typoes.. Tired and hand and eye coordination is lacking at this time 'o night)
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Post by † Demon † on May 16, 2005 16:31:46 GMT -5
crappy post, eh? LOL. im a dork! woo woo. Markaz is a spoil-sport! I was enjoying myself!!!! =P *prod!!*[glow=black,2,300]
Whilst Demon heard the words escape Phantom's maw, she could not see her farcade. Her ind was warped in memories of what Tarkah, and herself had done so many suns ago, in their long forgotten cubhood. Sighing, she turned and looked into the shadows; a flickering movement catching her eye. Another wolf? This thought passed her mind briefly, yet it was disorted by the sudden growling rages of Phantom once more.
Turning, she saw the insanity blinking straight back at her. As Phantom leaped towards her, she heard the forth-coming footsteps. Briefly distracted, Demon leapt to the side, her claws slicing the earth, her breaths heavy. Looking over to Tarkah, she caught his glance. Those fiery optics, that shadowed hue; it was him...
Dropping her head in shame of his words, she walked over slowly. Reaching out to nuzzle him as apology, she suddenly remembered Phantom, the words Markaz and Demon had said to each other not so long ago, and stopped herself. Growling, she took two steps back. "Why have you come here? Trying to pull of the old Kanis trick?" spat Demon harshly, trying to hide the guilty pain in her optics, blood still spilling from her ripped scar. "This is not your place Markaz," pausing, she had to look away; tears beginning to form, she felt so evil, yet she wasn't one to let her guard down now; she had to be strong. She had to prove she wasn't weak, or nice.
Walking away, she stopped in front of Phantom, her gaze fixed with pure rage; one only a few had seen in her. With her breaths getting heavier, and her muscles clenched, she could hold it no longer. Leaping pyschotically, she gave the most vicious snarl; one signafying her pain, "Taste this fire b***h!"
Putting her claws out tightly, and her jaw aimed for either the back of her neck, or the lower spine, she was eager to break every bone. Even if she died fighting, she would cause this wolf great pain; and she would prove herself worthy doing so... I hate you all... thought Demon as she approached the form of Phantom, half suspended in mid-air. It was just like Shato's fight. The argument, the eye, the male interupting. First her father, now her lover... who next? Her son? Curse you Tor...
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Post by Dimitrii on May 16, 2005 17:12:38 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300]
Stepping forward, he snarled deeply. It wasnt in his usual nature to anger both his drappa and his mate, but this was one stubborn varg, and once he tasted anger, he loved to share it.
He turned his head to the drappa, a sharp glare of anger lined his eyes. Intensity flowed well through his blood. Oh how he longed to be dragga. He said to himself. "Even no dragga we've seen could keep you all in line. Do you enjoy watching your pack turn on their own ranks Tarkah?"
Turning away, Demon approached him, a soft nuzzle at first, then more crucifying words. Another deep snarl etched his throat. " Don't dare tell me where to be. Who do you take me for Demon? Have you forgotton? Am I just some wanna-be hero, who tries to save the day?" He said, breathing heavily. His eyes glowed, a tearing-apart anger lined his forepaws and jaws. " Its too much for you, to see that I care.... To see that even your father cared. He cared because he loved you. But is it different for me?" He said coldly, turning away from the faemmes, and finding a nice seat near the deceased herla frame. So I guess I'm here now, to watch you die, since it didnt even matter to you anyway... [/glow]
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Post by Tarkah on May 16, 2005 23:34:11 GMT -5
Tarkah yed Markaz with disbelief as she rounded on the anger that distorted his orbs. She snarled rising from her haunches as her hackles bristled with gleam. Golden pools harnessing a fiery blaze. But she found Markaz's talk of Dragga's amusing. The arctic drappa padded forward and eyed Markaz with a bold glance, "Dragga? HA! So its always like that eh? THere must always be draggas there to keep us femmes in line? Must we need draggas to be able to live? But have you seen a dragga here in Koran? Well I've seen None. I do not need a dragga to be able to put myself in line!" she snarled. But she could not hide the pang of pain that streaked her hardened heart. She remembered with pain, anger and dissapointement of the so called dragga f Koran. Tarkah snarled wanting to rip him into shreds, for deserting them, for abandoning her. But out of it all she wanted to cry. She wanted to howl for all eternity on her loss and pain for though over the seasons her heart had hardened. She had faked herself, hiding from it in her own protective state.
Tarkah turned to Markaz, anger now ablaze. "Tell me Markaz, what has a dragag ever done for you?" she said almost choking on silent tears. She wanted to lunge at the ebon beta, perhaps it could solve her pain. But the ivory alphess turned her gaze away, her eyelids closing as if in defeat. For once Tarkah looked old. As if she had lost her energetic kindling her flame. As if her candle was blown out by the cold winter wind.
She turned to Markaz and saw distantly in his desires. Tarkah eyed him and barked. "THen if you want it to be so, then I will step down. All your talk of needing a dragga to put us in place? I see what you want and since you want it so badly then here take it!" Tarkah snarled taking a step back. "THis pack, this pack. this so called family is all I have left. But I see I am no longer needed here, either that or I am no longer wanted? Perhaps you are right Markaz. A drappa like me could have never held a pack together. Perhaps we really did need a dragga." she loked at him, her anger in her eyes subsided long before. She looked to the forest floor sadly. "Maybe your right, Korans own rank has turnd against each other. My dear sister and Phantom, a wolf that I have watched and raised since she was a pup, dear enough to be called daughter, has turned and fought towards death and all I b doing is standing by the sidelines. And to be able to get you, dear Markaz to be so angered at me is a first. Then I must be doing somthing wrong."
Tarkah sighed and got up and turned her back. She started to pad a few steps. "I think I've stayed long enough then, Most of y life was dedicated to waiting. Waiting for the pack to come together, for everyone to greet, for te pack hunts and for Him to return. All this waiting and still nothing. Would waiting longer make any difference?" Tarkah asked and shoock her ivory muzzzle.
Tarkah then turned facing them. "If you all want power that badly then fine, I will leave." Tarkah snapped and turned padding off and dissapearing into the thistle and bracken bushes where she was out of sight. There she collapsed onto her side sighing heavilynd looking up at the twinkling stars. "Zephyr, I will never be as good a drappa as you" she mumbled and layed her head on her paws. THough hardly noticable a droplet of tear manage to escape the corner of tarkah's eye and fell hitting the dusty ground making it turn a darker hue.
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Post by † Demon † on May 17, 2005 6:11:28 GMT -5
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As she landed her leap, she felt the rage seep from her; the words of Tarkah echoing through her mind. "Tarkah..." breathed quietly, her eyes fixated on Markaz, hoping he would run after her; but he never moved a muscle from what she could see anyway.
Looking at Phantom, she growled. "I'll be seeing you again..." she threatened angrilly, before running towards the direction of her sister. Yet, she couldn't resisit it. Halting when opposing Markaz, she glared at him for a second or two, yet felt her soul breaking. Glancing over to Phantom, she frowned guiltily. Returning to face her lover, she dipped her paw towards his, showing that despite earlier events, she still loved him. Dipping her head, she went to nuzzle him. Sighing, she parted her maw, "Markaz..." she whispered, tears mixing with blood on the floor beneath, "I.. I.." she was choking on her words. Shaking her head, she glanced into the direction of Tarkah, "I have to find my sister... wait for me? Please?" Dipping her head again, she watched him briefly with pleading optics, to hope he'll wait here so things could be resolved...
And, with a flash, she ran in the direction of her former sister, and STILL her Drappa. "Tarkah," she yelled into the darkness, thorns scraping her pelt. trust me to take the difficult route... "Tarkah," she screamed again, "where, in Tors name, are you!?" Slowing her pace, she whined slightly, "Curse Phantom. Curse Love. And, Curse Me..."
Rising to an ultimate stop, she arched her neck. Howling loudly, she called out to her sister, the message so loud and so clear. Where be that sister, sister of mine? The one made of ivory, a pelt so divine... With optics so lovely, and a heart of gold Do'nt avoid me, Tarkah, don't turn so cold...
As the words danced in the dark skies, she sighed and waited. Rocking on her paws, auds perked so high. She was restless, guilty and angry. i love you markaz... she thought, as she remained in the silence; only the awoken nightlife calling back to her cry.
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Post by Phantom on May 17, 2005 16:09:30 GMT -5
As Demon's teeth flashed, Phantom managed to catch a glimpse of her glittering jaws. She hit the ground hard and, rolling to the side, just barely missing Demon's bite. She got up, quickly, her yellow eyes flashing. "Go back to hell, Demon! It's where you belong!"
She realized, with shock, that another wolf was there, a male. Markaz. What did he want here? Phantom watched with horror as Tarkah ran off. She saw the tears in her eyes. She didn't answer when Demon spoke to her. Phantom didn't even hear her; she was lost in her thoughts. As Demon finally sprang away, Phantom stood there, her body rigged with despair. This wasn't the pack she had come to as an orphaned cub. It had turned against itself.
She remembered Tarkah's anguished look as she left. "I am sorry...Mother..." Phantom felt a wave of guilt rush over her at what she'd almost done, she could've killed Demon. Phantom had no idea she could get so angry, or fight so viciously. But it wasn't for a mere taste of power, or the chance to become Drappa later on, it was a bigger purpose. She had finally found a place she felt where she belonged, a place where she knew who she was. Phantom, Second Drappa of the proud Koran Family. But it was no longer proud, the past seemed so far away...
Phantom shot a resentful glare at Markaz. "Why in Fenris's name did you come here?!"
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Post by Dimitrii on May 17, 2005 18:09:26 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300]///Great. Ive already caused more harm than good. Look out world, I'm on a roll.\\\
The words of the drappa had changed things now. No dragga I've seen is true to his tag. No koran male would be able. Not even me, no ever how much I had ever wanted it. I set foot here, a weak wolf. A gleam was held in my red eyes. No one has seen the same from my eyes. A year later, I find my eyes a faded orange, my dream, just a childhood wish. No dragga I would be, and I remember, my father told me that I'd be no leader in my lifetime. I hope your happy, dad...You got what you wanted...
A low growl etched through his throat, a burning anger within his chest. Anger, potential energy with nowhere to be. He rose to his feet, his tail slightly raised. "You Fool! You think that I would want this? You think that I am mentally built for this?" He said coldly, hackles moving up and down. " Do you even remember how we met Tarkah? Two nearly fully grown feammes finding a washed up, mere sikla from the forests? That I was just flesh and bone, and I had known nothing? For Tor's sake, I had no clue what 'Hide and Seek" was! I didnt know, what exactly was 'Playing' was!. " He said more softer this time. His breath was heavy, his pace was halted.
" I DAMN WELL remembered it! First day of my life, I had a goodtime! The two of you spent more time raising me than any other one I have known in my life! And do you know how much it hurts to say that?" His voice dampened slightly, his eyes holding a forming tear. " I've grown up here, you've raised half of me, and many others. You were the guidance of many. Its what you were born to do."
He lowered his head slightly. Taking notice of the parting drappa. "You are right. No dragga has done anything for me. Useless it seems. Yet I see from the same eyes. Its what I wanted as a pup, to prove someone wrong. But even they were right. I havnt been raised to do this. Maybe Andre wasnt either. I'm just a castaway. Andre gone or present, you've done well. Maybe I dont see it well, but I know, that I'd be dead hadn't those fields have brought me to you and the Ge Rad Drappa. "
He turned from the parting drappa. The other two had stopped there battles. Somewhat a good scenario again, but at what cost? The anger he had once had, spread into his body, causing outbursts of short pain in his muscles. Demon approached him, and left with the drappa, yet he could barely nod.
He approached a downed tree, its shell rotting away with its life. His eyes fixed om the surface, seeing its old, dying layers, that even it held stories. Yet contractions of pain led to a gain of adrenaline. Lifting his right forepaw, he moved it to the side, and extracted his claws. With a quick movement, he contracted his forepaw muscles, send a quick, strong slash to the tree layers, the wood tearing and flying off with his paw. A large deep roar of anger escaped his maw. Birds left the tries in fear, the forest went silent.
The silence was appreciated, yet over his right shoulder was another voice. Phantom. He did not know if he even wanted to deal with her, yet now, it didnt even matter, Damage was done, nothing of importance would be lost. " I came with the intention of saving Koran blood, following the oath that came with the job of warrior. And now, it seems that my presence is being thrown back at me. I've caused more pain. Internal blood was spilt. First time in my life, I am questiong my belonging in my own home. It sickens me..." He said softly., turning away from the faemme.
Wait for me, Please? The words crossed him again. He didnt want to wait where he didnt want to be. Maybe it was for the best. He looked at the moon, its glorious light, slowly fading with the oncoming clouds. "What a beautiful night."He said softly to himself, a sarcastic twist lined his words.[/glow]
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Post by Tarkah on May 17, 2005 22:51:22 GMT -5
Take me up on wings of glory as i seek a way for time to stop churning It seemed as if this was all a bad story just bring me back those mid summer mornings
Tarkah breathed in heavily as she coughed, sending dust particles to swirl in the air. She looked upto the skies, dawn was near. Golden hues blinked and slowly moved. She looked to a gleaming star and sighed. "Zephyr what would you have done? They wanted me to choose. To choose between my sister and my daughter. How could I have chosen? How could I have thrown them into a fight? Is this what Koran has come to be?" She spoke softly in a hush as if talking to the silent grasses and lichens instead. She sighed golden orbs hidden behind eyelid curtains before reopening them again. Black tipped ears swivelled as she heard her name being called and she recognized the all to familiar voice of Demon. Tarkah opened her maw but stopped. She did not want to be found, not just yet.
But as the ivory drappa lay there she heard the defeaning words from Markaz as they replayed in her mind over and over again. In a way she did not want to hear them. It brought back the past and it pained Tarkah to remember. She felt dissapointment. Was Markaz dissappointed in her? Has she let him down too?.
The ivory drappa though smiled, as she spoke but only in a whisper to herself, "Oh how could I ever forget? Dear Markaz I could never forget. A litte black puppy you were when we found you.How we teached you the ways to hunt and to linger. To play those childhood games, never did those memories ever fade away. How you have grown into a varg fit to be a dragga. I would never forget dear Markaz, not even Tor could wrench them away from me." she whispered, hardly any sound even escaped her vocals.
"What I was born to do? All I have done, does it all end like this?" . Tarkah mouthed. In turn she had watched and raised many a pups and watched them all grow into fine vargs. perhaps it was her desire to give them a hope, a dream somthing that Tarkah never had when she was once a mere pup.
Tarkah sighed and shook her muzzle her eyes able to pierce through the miniscule gaps between the bush to see the faint blur of Markaz. Tarkah looked to the ground "You see I wanted you to have the best life, for you to be happy, prosperous. To fulfill your wildess dreams. But maybe it was me. I wanted those so bad, that I didn't know what I already had. And now I have caused a great deal of pain, not only for me but to you. How could I have ever asked for more?" she spoke now audible to those around her.
THose long nights and hardened days of waiting. Waiting for somthing good to happen. Tarkah remembered. Ever since Andre had left she had been at the top of her ridge, looking down over the valley, waiting as if she waited long enough the red dragga would rise above the horizon and come to her. But he never did, and still he never has. Tarkah scoffed as she realized how weak she really was. Throughout these years all she had lived for was the hope that one day he would return. She was nothing. nothing but false hopes and dreams. Why was Tor toying with her? Tarkah growled but shook her muzzle. Maybe YTarkah was just toying with herself. Tarkah swung her head upto the skies, "I am always afraid of change. I always want everything to stay the same. But now everyone else has gone. I think I have stayed on this ledge for far to long. Let myself fall for far too long. Perhaps its time for me to see the change, and to accept it. Yes accept it" Tarkah spoke and turned her sharp gaze.
Slowly Tarkah got up, her legs trembling as she looked around and heard the treacherous howl of Demon. It reminded her of their past days of pup hood. Tarkah sighed, "Must I always look to the past? Why can't I see to the future?" Tarkah felt like screamin her lungs out, maybe it would make her feel better to let it all out. Tarkah heaved and winced, shutting her eyes as tight as she could, clenching them until her eyelids hurt and she let go. Her talon had sunk into the soft earth leaving deep dents in the soils. It was now or never. She couldn't hide here forever.Slowly she turned her muzzle to the direction of where Demon's howl had arose. First her front paw shook and swept the ground forwards landing softly. Slowly and sluggishly Tarkah began to move. Her body was swaying deathly as if she had little conrtol of her balance. Tarkah growled and shook herself as if trying to wake herself up. She took in a deep breathe and concentrated on the reality that unfolded around her. She began to pad towards Demon.
But Tarkah barely moved. She padded forwards closer towards Demon and lifted her muzzle and slowly a song weaved through the clearing. It was soft and pleading.The notes rising into the morning air.
From my hiding i come forth to you Back to reality a tale so true Dear sister call me Misery broken hearted as I stand before thee.
Tarkah let her muzle fall as her golden eyes gazed at the ebon femmora. "Have those days of frolicking really gone?" she asked blankly refering to their child hood days of trouble making and such.
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Post by Phantom on May 18, 2005 15:00:10 GMT -5
Phantom listened to Markaz's growling voice. What he spoke of, not feeling like you belong in your own home, she felt the same thing. Was fighting with Demon the same as treachery to the pack? And what of Demon? After all, it was she who had wanted to lock tooth in battle in the first place, not Phantom. Was Demon a traitor? Was she?
"No," Phantom said outloud, not caring who heard her. "We are all betrayers here. All of us have forgotten what Koran stands for..." She swung her dark brown muzzle to Markaz.
"Markaz, you have done your duty as Second Dragga. Somehow, you helped to stop the fight. Demon and I... we could have killed eachother tonight. You stopped us, for now, at least." She sighed, trying to remember exactly what had happened. It all seemed like a dream now, something that had happened in a fraction of a second. But Phantom knew that it only seemed that way, for the sky was beginning to brighten. They had been fighting all night.
"But I... I failed in doing my work tonight. I should have stopped the fight before it began. Maybe that was Demon's trap all along. Maybe...maybe she is right. she probably would make a better second Drappa than I would..." Phantom caught herself, and stopped talking. She knew that all she was saying could get her run out of Koran. And Markaz was right here, listening to her talk. He was Demon's mate, and he would surely tell Tarkah all that she was saying, to vouch for his mate. That was the last thing she needed now.
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Post by † Demon † on May 18, 2005 15:34:30 GMT -5
meh. this post sucks! I am such a lousy roleplayer... the end.[glow=black,2,300]
After, what seemed like an age of silence, Demon sighedand flung her body guiltily tot the floor, her tassle floped lifelessly over a few broken twigs. Whining to herself, she glanced to where she had left Markaz, her one and only. "So many suns have passed, and we have stuck together in so much. My insane rage, our forbidden love, Andre's hatred... even Tarkah's sorrows... Yet, now I find myself thinking it was all for nothing? Maybe I am the one causing Koran to go downhill... Maybe I am the one causing all this wretched heartache and misery..."
Trailing off, she felt her heart sink into her paws. As moonlight filtered over her, she felt her guts twist into knots. It sickened her to remember the faded memories of her raged moments. It seemed more like a blurr, yet the angry words screamed out in her head; the words of two packmates with bloodlust in their throats.
At the thought of this, she swung her paw coldly against the earth, sending clouds of dust and debre into the misted air. "Forgive me father," she whispered, looking into the shadows, "I have shamed you in the most. I promised you I would keep my rage controlled, my heart followed... I have broken that... will you ever forgive me?" For a brief moment, she thought she could hear Kanis' voice on the breeze, yet all soon surpassed.
Yet, to her deepest surprise, Tarkah was close on the horizon; her scent thickly lining her nostrils. "My dear Tarkah," she spoke, seeing her sister approaching, "My actions were inexcusable... I forced you into making a choice, one that was not meant to happen..." Pausing, she rose and stood in front of Tarkah, seemingly towering the Drappa, as she blended into night. "I will accept any punishments given. Even if it means death... I cannot forgive the pain I have passed to you... I am truly sorry..." Dipping her head, she began to turn; swallowing her tears away. If death was to come, so be it. She had lost everything. Her friends, her family, her lover, her sons... Even her sanity. Everything had gone into a trash can. She just wanted to scream, scream her cares away....
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Post by Dimitrii on May 18, 2005 16:38:01 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300]///What good would it do for me to get rid of you from Koran phantom? Stop thinking that way. Relax....\\\
Sometimes I don't even remember reasoning behind my own actions. What did I see with war? What did I see with power? With still a small frame, I brought out all my intensity, and power, to show that I am the of Koran. I managed to prove myself worthy. That war was about the one standing next to you. Who stood beside me?
Yet, with the name tag, comes responsibilities. The cold, dark days I'd be sent to battle. Yet, no two pairs of eyes see the same view. The one who gave me orders, doesnt see the job being done. And I don't see his orders. With war, I've seen conflicts over great ordeals, and some, just over who is the better pack. Only one battle meant something to me. One battle that was won. Yet every other time, all I am seeing is blood flying in the air, to place one on top of another. Why throw life away like that. Now I know that I will never be able to take life to the edge, that the minute I made that decision, there'd be no winner. Beautiful. I wasted my life.
He lifted his maw slightly, staring aimlessly into the clouded night skies. Splintered wood dag deep in his forepaw, and small amounts of blood ran in between the claws. "There is no perfect world Phantom. You cant control what happens, and what doesnt, who dies, and who lives. Its just reality. Dont throw away life like I have. Dont worry about what lies ahead. Live the unexpected, and learn from your mistakes.. Koran was a well bonded pack. What happens when bonds break? We fall apart as a team. We see opportunity in another's failure. We lunge for the open window. And this is how worthless fights like these happen. There is place for improvement, and this thing between you and Demon will be over soon. You just concentrate on whats ahead of you. I will worry about Demon. " Markaz said softly, a slight wear in his voice. With his right forepaw, he swiped a rock into a small puddle, its waters splashing about.
"Tell who ever it may concern, that I've decided to take a stroll along the borders. Until then, get some rest Phantom. You seem tired..." He said, his tone attempting to lean on the bright side. Slowly, he padded into the darkness of the silenced forests, and out toward the rivers. His old home. Thinking needed to be done. With clouds of the mind comes depression to the wolf. Warrior and Co-Dragga, soon to be thrown away, so he could enjoy the little time he had left. The moon could be seen through breaks in the clouds. Its bright reflection luminated the waters below the small cliffside. Across, lay the lands of freedom. Its fields swaying with the soft breeze. "A beautiful night indeed."[/glow]
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Post by Phantom on May 18, 2005 17:19:35 GMT -5
Phantom nodded silently to Markaz, promising that she would tell her packmates about his absence if they asked. But now, the Co Drappa sighed deeply. Her mind began to knaw at the Co-Dragga's words. Everything he had said was true. She would remember them for the rest of her days. His words of wisdom were forever burned into her memory. And, with much relief, Phantom felt a new understanding of Markaz
She slumped to the ground, whimpering. The scratches that Demon had inflicted on her chest had begun to sting terribly now. In a painful effort, Phantom pulled herself to her feet, and looked down at the three parallel wounds. They had been torn open, and Phantom could feel just how deep they were now. Her ears cocked with surprise as she noticed where the wounds were positioned. Right over her heart. Phantom knew that the livid slashes would heal in time, but they would forever leave deep scars. It would be an eternal mark of her scarred heart and soul...
Everything she had ever experienced was taking a final hold on her mind. And it was making her stronger. She threw her gaze to the heavens, to the fading wolf trail. It was time. Phantom bowed her head, and began to pray. "Tor, Fenris...Sita...I need your help now, more than I ever. Help me to make the right decisions for the pack. I need your guidance, your spirit. Help me to let go of all my friends that are now gone. Help me...to let Kadin go... Help me to remember them, but at peace..."
With the last of her strength, Phantom threw up her muzzle, and howled. The note was pure and true, strong, and sad, but full of hope also. As her call began to vanish into the fading night, Phantom let her body fall to the ground. She was very tired, and she thought nervously at what lay ahead for her. But another feeling came upon her too. As Phantom passed into dreams, she felt at peace with the world. She felt free.
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Post by Dimitrii on May 22, 2005 15:07:27 GMT -5
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Isnt this just nice. An entire life lived in misery. And I never managed to breathe a word about it. An entire life, I ran on things people said to me, that there always was a silver lining in those dark clouds. That the roads smoothens just beyond the next hill. Its always nice to have someone to talk to. About anger, happyness, things in general. An entire life, I kept it in, told no one. Who cares anyway. Who cares, that there is someone I'm not happy with, who cares that I'm angry. No one, it doesnt matter to anyone.
I'm here now. Found a place to rest. Where the mind is at peace, yet the more I think about this stupid life I lead, the more it kills itself. The mind brings more terror to me, than anything in this world. Its the face that no one gets to see beneath my skin, but its always there. The face that I hold inside, the face that awakes when I close my eyes, the face that watches everytime I lie, the face that laughs everytime I fall. So when I know its time to sink or swim, the face inside is hearing me, right beneath my skin.
Markaz drifted quietly, moving along the shores of the river. Its waters were realitively still, moving slower than ever, as the night crawled by. A reflection of a full moon could be seen in breaks of the clouds. All the stars were barely visible. It was like everything was asleep, except the moon and him. And even the moon came and went when it pleaded.
And when you thought about it. Theres a world of friends out there. These forests are far from dead. Faces he seen again, and new faces would come and go, paying little attention to him as he came and went. And out of all them wolves, I've managed to make, what....3 friends? and even those 3 have been thrown out the window. I have a family, that choses not to respect me, a son, who used to have a good time when I was around. And a mate....
He halted his pace. He lifted his gaze from the rocky shore at his feet. His amber optics seemed blank, and dulled. Again, the moon broke through the darkness. The forest gleamed for a moment, the waters reflecting the natural beauty of his surroundings, that he failed to notice.
How I missed the old times, where, nothing did us apart. Today, a simple complication between the drappa and I, and I find myself at the border of home and freedom. Simple complication, finds me choosing between my mate, and death. Am I this suicidal?
Markaz climbed the rocky shore to the small cliffside, to the place where he spent many nights watching the rivers as a pup. WIth a slight sigh, he layed himself down on the tall grass before the waters. He rested his head apon his paws, and shut his eyes. It was best that he got some sleep, before he found himself making another unconscious mistake.
"I miss you, but the days dont seem to change."
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Post by Tarkah on May 22, 2005 17:56:09 GMT -5
THe truth from you, the truth from me Why is it always meant to be? I'd rather live in a world of lies then just lay here and watch it die
Tarkah kept her tainted gaze on the ground. Her eyes diggign through the layers of brown and auburn leaves that littered the ground and the speckled roots that lay about, highlighted by the soft glow of the morning sun. Moments of silence seemed to flow over the slow ticking of time. The seconds it took for words to finally be pulled from the ditch and brought to the ears.
Tarkah looked to Demon and shook her head, her eyelids curtaining her golden optics, shielding her damp tears. "Don't be foolish. " Tarkah said letting silence engulf the atmosphere once again, only to be broken by the words of the arctic drappa. "Many things in this reality should not happen, but it does anyway, doesn't it?" Tarkah swatted at a pinecone that lay just inches away from her front paw. "We live, strive for survival, but in the end we just die anyway. Why should that happen?" Tarkah spoke softly. Tarkah looked to Demon. Death? Tarkah almost flinched at the thought. She couldn't bare to lose her sister. "Your being foolish again." Tarkah said plainly.
The white femmora began to walk slowly and delicatly towards a large boulder. She couldn't keep herself to stand still at one spot. She leapt, her back feet leaving the firm terra last as she landed squarly onto the boulder. She turned and looked to Demon, her gaze softening. "Look sister. I have taken many paths. Had to chose between forked roads,Tripped and fallen on trails that had been so luring. I have taken those paths just to reach the end. To finally reach my destiny, finish the journey, but now I fidn that the paths are a maze. Sometimes I get lost, only to find myself back to where I started. Slowly I find my way back. Where is the end to all this? I am still finding it Demon. Do you understand? LIfe is a maze itself, a never ending journey made of forker roads, with hidden traps and unknown mysteries. If that road has a ditch, take the next. You can't change the fact that you had walked on the path, but you can always change the path you take"
Tarkah dipped her muzzle now and jumped off the boulder landing a couple of feet away from Demon. Tarkah let out a silent sigh.
How it made so much sense, how it was so clear when I explaiend it to Demon. But why can't I follow my own words? I take these paths, and fall. I stay there, I'm lost, I can't move on. I try oh so hard to find the other path, the path that will lead me i nthe right direction. But it always looks so far away. Maybe its just my own curse. Tarkah blinked and looked around. THe rising sun had highlighted everything into a soft gold colour. Tarkah looekd to Demon, even her pelt was highlighted with a tanned caramel colour.
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