How Long Would You Wait? [Tarkah, Demon]

[Dimitrii]

[glow=orange,2,300]

Don't wait for me
Cause I won't just sit by
While you just bleed
Myself and others try
Don't wait for me
To be there in the end
When you don't see
The truth you just pretend
Don't wait for me


Early eve crawled over the forests as the day shifted its light to the darkness. With darkness came the storms of early spring. Clouds cut the setting sun off of its glorious retreat. Distant thunders echoed the valleys, signaling the life below to find decent shelter for the wrath of its rains and winds. Deers, rabbits, all the flying putnar, were no where to be found. All was deceased, except a lone raven, a lone wolf, and a stormy nocturnal sky. The forests seemed lifeless otherwise. The reconstructing trees appeared dead and cold as ice. Its branches fluttering aimlessly in the strong drafts. Powdered snow fluttered around the forest's base, chilling the lands to below freezing.

The raven stood solid, on a downed spruce. Her eyes locked on the resting wolf that lay but a few feet away. She was silent, unlike many in such weather. Her tail feathers shifting in the frigid drafts, yellow eyes like the autumn yellow leaves. The wolf before her lay motionless for quite sometime now. He had stopped to rest a long few hours back. He lay on the thin layer of snow by a small conefer, sheilding him from early winds. The winds has shifted to north bound, and the frosty drafts russtled against his black fur.

The raven had been his companion for some few days now, watching and following him from above, observing his travel without sound. She didnt make much sound, and she was unusually quiet. Eriely quiet almost. He didnt know why she followed, was she hungry? was she just lonely? For sometime he didnt care, for she did no harm but provide him company.

The wolf slowly awoke, slow to move. Fenris like optics slowly slid open to see the oncoming lighting and rain to the distant south of him. It wouldnt be long until he'd be drenched in its trail. Looking around aimlessly, he observed the small raven sitting on the downed tree, just a few feet front of him. " A loyal putnar you are... I'm glad." He wispered softly. The raven tilted its head sideways, and then turned to face the oncoming storm. She then hopped from the tree on to the snow before him. "Your are like my sole companion on this aimless journey of mine..."

He was slow to rise to his feet, feeling slightly sore and strained. He turned to face the small raven, and bent his head down to the front of the raven, watching it in slight amusement. After a few minutes, the lightning stuck just a few hundred metres away, shaking the lands, and scaring the small putnar into flight. She flew south bound, straight toward the storm, and the direction he had come from. She flew low to the ground, dodging the trees as she did so.

The black wolf, started to pad after the creature, with no aim or reason, but only to find why such a graceful creature is not afraid of flying into a lightning storm. His slow pace led into a fast break, as the creature began to outrun him. His felt is feet throbbing, his icy breathe running short, and his vision distorting slowly, the more energy he wasted on such useless game.

The rain soaked the two putnars, as they moved through the forests, well bonded with one another, dodging trees and gaps in the snowy terrain. His amber optics fixed on the scavenger, as it flew swiftly, soaring through the grey skies.

He found himself slowly, his breathe racing, and his eyes no longer perched on the bird. Instead they looked in somewhat shock. Before him layed emptyness. A gap in the forests. The Koran Plains. The place he saught refuge from, many days before. A place that his heart refused to let him enter, to return to. Yet he knew well that this was the one place that he could call home, the place that he was raised in, by the great drappa. The drappa was a very close friend of his, one of the four vargs that he had been able to establish a relation with. He didnt like to be a friendly person, and he didnt care for the suffering for others, yet the four vargs had always looked after him, no matter how he treated them.

There was another faemme that formerly was a solid part of his life. The beautiful faemme was his mate for some long time, yet his mind grew more and more corrupt, and he began to spew cold heartless words to all of his close friends, the faemme aswell. And then there was anger, and he was forced away from all of it, and he was forced to turn from these lands.

He stood solid, watching the koran forests, as memories of the faemme and drappa floated back to him. "Demon...". Slipped from his tongue. His heart felt pierced from the thoughts of the varg, pinches of pain, as he remembered the moment he turned away. He wanted it to end, He wanted to call it even, to be friends once more, atleast. Possible? He didnt think so.

He drifted forward, moving slowly, silently, not wanting to draw attention until he knew what he was doing. But attention couldnt be avoided, as the vargs of the koran lands knew them inside out, and he'd be a glowing target.

"Demon, where are you..." He wispered, "I dont want this to be over...Demon, theres no bitter end"


Maybe nothing else will ever be so clear
Or maybe thats only my fear
And just for one day i wish i could disappear
And take me far from here
Maybe i find nothing new
Maybe i'd end up just like you

The constant pressure that keeps hanging over me
It makes me feel so empty
Its more than anything that i could ever be
What else could you take from me
Its getting harder to relate
Dont want to make the same mistake

It took me so long to find out
Its right there in front of me
Too close to see
What I thought was true
I see right through
Whats killing you

Theres no solution
Give me truth to my conviction
Is my own confusion
Reality or fiction
Am i out of my mind?

So maybe nothing else will be so clear
Or maybe that's only my fear
And just for one day i wish i could disappear
And take me far from here

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[Tarkah]

They told me that it would be fine,
They told me that it would be alright
They told me i would win the gods heart
they told me I was on top of the world

But they didn't tell me that I could fall.
Didn't tell me that I could have lost it all
So I did, and it came took it all away
And now I'm crying under the pouring rain.
Following nothing but shadows, they lead my way
Knowing nothing could ever save me from this escapade

'I thought everything haoppened for a reason and I also thought that fate determined your future. But I never thought that fate was your future. How one little thing could change everything. Like how one rotten apple could ruin the rest, not that I liked to eat apples. But to think that maybe, just maybe if you could have changed one thing, then everything else would have been different.' Tarkah padded on her mind buzzing with thoughts unknown. Sometimes the ivory varg would think that she thought too much, spent too long with her head in the clouds. Clouds. Tarkah looked p into the night abyss. Nothing there except the stars twinkling and smiling back at her. Or so she thought. Frowning a bit Tarkah continued her stroll, But somthing grabbed hold of her thoughts once again. The spring forests were quiet come nightfall. The deer were coming out of velvet, which meant that they were begining to rut, challenging one another making loud echoing clashes made by their entwined antlers.

Much thought had plagued the drappas mind that night. Tarkah pondered, how everything had changed. Sometimes she wondered why this happened, or why that couldn't have happened. Tarkah sighed, no path was ever straight.
The ivory drappa trekked forward, most of the snow had long gone dissappeared but here and there lay rugs of white frost determined not to lose the battle to mother nature and her call unto the spring. Tarkah let out a long breath watching as faint whisps of visable breath curled around her muzzle then vanished, blurring into the air around her. Uptop a ridge she stood, overlooking the valley that she called Koran. She did not own it though, for a varg such as herself could never own a place. She ruled over a pack yes, cared for them but here she lived harmonicly with the lera.

Tarkah shook her pelt and sat down, the night sky was cloudy now, masking the stars that could have been seen before. Ear pricked as if she had heard thunder, butshe dismissed the ponderings. She chuckled though, so suddenly so mysteriously for in her mind swam the rememberance of how this came to be. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and saw a young pup, a small pup, a white pup. It was her. There she tumbled around through the young territories of Gerad, And there she would wander off exploring the rest of the land with the Frecne she pup, Demon. Tarkah watched more, with her minds eye. And watched as if it were a slide show, the two pups grow. One black one white, so different in everything but also so identical. Then she saw a cave and in it a red wolf. Young he was, a mere adolscent. He was Andre, her mate. What she saw then were days of gleeful memories. Tarkah smiled as she resaw them in her mind. Then she saw herself on that very ridge, looking down upon the now Koran valley. But then her mate was beside her.

Tarkah reopened her eyes and saw the same image, but it had changed. The forest had grown, along with the ivory drappa. Tarkah squinted for in the corner of her eye she spotted a single oak tree, a bit apart from the rest. There wa the Koran whelping den and there was where her pups had been beared. She smiled, rememebering their bright faces looking up at her for the first time. Now most of them had moved on, and to Tarkah, she did not know where. But a growing pain grew inside her heart. Everything had change and Tarkah disliked changes, but she had no power to stop them. Everything whirled to fast and sometimes she wished she could slow it down, stop in time.

Tarkah sighed once again, intaking the fresh spring air, yet it was still cold and crisp but fresh and sweet. She pondered about her oldest son, Bryrpaw, how he was doing i nthe land of Ge-Rad and she thought of his mate Talla aswell with their young but growing pups. With that she thought about Andre. She felt pain beyond compare. Head lowered as she wondered, but became of him. She had saw him but then he went again, said he had somthing to do or somthing, Tarkah growled. How clueless she was.
With that she thought about her brother Maverick and her sister in Tor Keechak. Where did they go? Frecne was nowhere to be found. Tarkah whined. The drappa shoook her head and a black varg came to her mind Markaz. Where did he go? Tarkah whiend once more. So many dissappearences. Tarkah began to lose faith. The drappa stood up tired and had enough of her thinking. 'Tarkah my dear, you think to much, when have I become so troubled. What is to come?' Tarkah spoke softly before turning and briskly she began to pad slowly down the ridge, her paws grippign the side as tiny remnants of dirt and rock tumbled down. But as Tarkah began to descend she did not know that the male wolf, by the name of Markaz strode near. She had no idea.

So here I go again
Looking for answers
There I go again
I didn't see what was right
although it was clear, in plain sight

I searched for endless suns
Wandered for endless moons
Trying to get back to you
and then I realized here it was,
couldn't believe i couldn't see
Cause there it was right in front of me.

[† Demon †]

[glow=black,2,300]
Simple thoughts could not rest in her mind. Too much poison had seeped into the darkest corners of her sanity; the panic and curiousity of this meeting had pierced her somewhere deep inside; her heart maybe.
why does his name bring comfort? Each night I stay awake thinking he'll come around the very corner of the cave I weep in- But he never does... Maybe this is really the end... And if so... I don't think I could surv...

Yet as her thoughts grew deeper and more souless, a scent floated hastily through her sensitive and quivering nostrils.
At first, she couldn't place it, the scent of the land was too thick in her path. But, before she had even taken the next step towards the grounds, her eyes began to water, and a tight lump formed in her throat. "...Markaz..." croaked the she wolf under her breath, letting tears slide.

It had been a while since that name slipped past her ebony lips, but she had never forgotten the face of whom it was. Her love. Her mate. The one and only.

Increasing her pace to a run, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. The hard earth beneath the pads on her ebon paws smashed relentlessly against it. She wasn't going to loose her family again. Never again... she had told herself.

Suddenly, skidding to a halt, there he was. In all his beauty. The same glowing eyes, the same shadowed pelt. Just as she had pictured. Staring for what seemed an age, she just wanted to remain in the shadows, staring, becoming overwhelmed with the memories they shared. But, deep down something drew her towards him. Follow your heart whispered something unseen but comforting. follow it now..

Blinking casually, she washed the fresh tears away, and placed a brave and misleading smile on her farcade; only the eyes showed her pain. Dipping her head towards her mate; for a reason unknown, she slowly and nervously took a place a few paces afar from him. Watching silently, she could feel her body slipping into lonesome and unearthly thoughts. The pain of what she thought in her depths killed her hopes little by little. Please don't leave me, she screamed in her mind, one or two tears parting from her optics as pain freshly made its present known, please dont go!!
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[Dimitrii]

[glow=orange,2,300]
Eve naval skies crept closer as the time passed. With each step, he felt the memories of these very lands surge through his head like a dream, reliving all of the good, bad, and worst memories that stained his mind for eternity.

The small sikla drifted toward the territories of a pack, and tension occupied his mind, not knowing what to find, what to expect. The forests were dense are lush, and he scent the presence of many wolves, a thriving pack it was. His ebony coat was easily spotted in the autumn forests. Unexpectidly, he found himself facing a large ivory faemme, strong and bold. He found himself moving backwards, feeling, nervous, scared. "Your.....Your the Drappa?"

Markaz blinked, and he found himself returned to a normal state. He remembered brightly, the day he confronted the drappa to join the pack, he was only a growing sikla. His frame was still small, weak, his eyes, more of a reddish tone, darkened with youth.

He crossed the cliffside dens, his amber eyes searching for anyone inside. Nothing. He felt himself sigh. He didnt know where he would look now, and he thought that the search was useless. He left the lands as a decision of his own. Why was he backing down? Why did he remain here? His amber eyes still looking at the dens, as if he opened that she would just...appear.

The rainy evening rolled in, a storm well on its way. He made his way through the tall grass, his ebony coat well drenched, yet he didnt bother to shake it. His reddish orange eyes peared through the darkness, spotting a cave up ahead. His main intention was to find cover for the storm, somewhere to stay overnight. Yet, also, there was someone he was told to meet there, a faemme. He stopped infront of the entrance, looking around one last time at the rainy eve, then moved in, shaking his coat as he did so. Emerald eyes waited silently in the darkness. "Hello Demon..." He wispered...

Markaz blinked and shook out his head."Why must you taunt me." He wispered softly.

Turning and pearing around aimlessly, a familiar scent crossed his nose. The ivory drappa. Markaz nodded greeting to her, not knowing where to start. "Forgive, my leader, I shouldnt have gone..." He started softly. "Think theres space for one more varg in Koran? I can refrain from the dens if needed..." He said, a slight smirk on his maw.

Yet, another scent crossed his maw. One even more familiar. One that he had been with for a long time, one that he knew very well. One that he loved, and missed terribly. "Demon" He wispered, slowly padding toward the shaded area, as if he was in a trance placed by his own mind. His mind want to say so many things, and thoughts rushed his mind faster than he could percieve them. Im sorry, I didnt want to leave, I still love you, I dont want to leave you ever again.... His mind roared. Instead. Nothing. Leaning forward, slowly, almost unsurely, he gave her a slight nuzzle, his head slightly bowed, showing respect. "Demon...." He wispered in her ear softly. Its not over! Its not the end! His mind still screaming thoughts. Nothing slipped.

Nothing but the same word, once more.

"Demon...." [/glow]

[Tarkah]

TIme flies by quick and takes most by surprise. Regret plagues those who want to race to the end, but praises those to takes every second a treasure to bestow upon. A flower will wilt and die but one will neveer know its true beauty without seeing its true form. One of such stature may never be seen ever again...

Auds prickled as northenr winds blew her way, sweepign through her coat of white. The long strands of fur flying in the wind as she began her pace. Paws dug into the ground as she reached flat ground. A voice spoek to her. Stay slow and wait. Wait for what? Another voice told er. I have waited long enough. Waited for things that I knwo will never become of, things that by now I do not know what of. Why do I stand atop that ridge, waiting watching, like the ebony silhouettes that dances upon the grounds, waiting for the sun to set and make hast of their chance before they once agai ndissapear amongst the light. Tarkah turned her head away from the though as if thropwing it away for good. So many a times she had done so, and so many a tiems it had ricocheted back into the caverns of her mind, plagueing her until she could bear it no more and ocne again start over. Play.End.Rewind.Play.EndRewind. It was a familiar pattern to her now.

The ivory fae paused and noted an owl. She watched it. Its catlike eyes glaring at the fae. The tufts of feather atop its head bending back by the force of the wind, stroking the thin and weightless blade. But Tarkah heed no mind to the bird and continued her trek. The lands of Koran all too familiar to her. But soomthing more dear and familiar crossed her senses. She turned and met eye to eye with a ebony varg. Dumbstruck and shocked the fae could just stand there blinking as she heard hisvoice of greeting. It held an apoligy and a voice of reasoning to her. tHe drappa could only blink bad and turn so that her ful body was now facing the ebony wolf. She could not look down upon him anylonger for he had grown to his full size and stature. A fine wolf and regalmess writtin in his eyes. Tarkah eyed him carefully. Her mind told her of this varg, analizing him remembering him but she could not yet soeak to him. She heard his speech. Accepting him back. Accepting him back? Tarkah chuckled, he had even thougt himself off leaving koran? Tarkah had never saw the title of Koran ever leave his essance. as if the pack name was sewn across his chest. Tarkah sat down starring at him still. Remembering back then. Her midn was racing. Racing back, back to a time long ago, a time well remembered and kept as a memory of happiness always to be treasured. She saw an ebon wolf, could have been called a mere pup if dared. Sikla he was as he strolled ino the koran lands, bravely and with cunning in him. Accepted intthe pack he was and now reached the hierarchy of Beta male. Many had said hat a dragga was born into the male wolf at birth. That Tarkah was unsure. The drappa was thrusted back into reality when the scent of another awoke her.. The drappa swung her gaze to Markaz a smile now lined her lips. And she spoke "Dear Markaz, I have not have even set a path along the lines of you ever leaving the path, now do I intend to. You have been welcomed into this pack long ago and welcoem you shall stay." She spoke nuzzlign him.

But mind sure moves fast and Tarkah brought her atention to the scent. It was Demon. She waited though. Always waiting was this ivory shewolf.

[† Demon †]

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She could feel her body weaken, tears forming in her usually cruel-tainted optics. Her hackles trembled with nervousness, and the sudden wave of crimson memories caused her last thread of strength to snap.

"Look at the sunset.." growled the small cub-like she wolf to no one in particular, "its so pretty..." She danced around, leaping, bouncing- a happy smile on her farcade. "Yes," came a voice, causing the young Demon to pause in shock, "yes, pretty it is..."

Letting not one, but four more tears slip past her strong figurine, she devoured the scent around her; lusted his body to be next to hers- yet the mere nuzzle to her form was enough to cause a hope to appear. "Markaz...." whispered the she wolf finally, her voice broken by tears of joy, and sadness in one. "Markaz... I..." she began, stuttering slightly. "I.. thought you had gone... f... forever..."

Swallowing down her emotions to try and not appear weak, her tatics did nothing. She was overwhelmed by the heartfelt moment of seeing her love once more; feeling his body close to her, and having his scent drifting relentlessly through her sensitive nostrils. "...Please say you are staying...?" blurted the she wolf suddenly, more tears flowing, as she brushed up against the male's form, her tail tangling to his, "....don't leave me..." she begged quietly, eyes glowing as they remained on his gaze, body tingling as they touched, mind racing as paranoia slowly settled in.

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[Dimitrii]

[glow=orange,2,300]Markaz lifted his head from the bow, tears forming, but he managed to hold them back. Leaning forward, he nuzzled Demon, and licked away her tears. "I'm here Demon..." He said softly, bringing his amber gaze to his mate. "I'm...I'm here now, it's alright..." Markaz said softly.

All hues of brightness had left the skies now, the lunar glow lighting the tree tops, peiaring through the clouds, and disappearing, as the night grew darker and darker. His return was certain for now. Yet he knew there was a time, that he would have to leave, to continue his lead, before he stumbled upon these forests. He would rest until he was home... It was an uncomfortable word to use, for he knew it may not exist, let alone, he didnt know where to find it. Eventually he'd have to leave it all behind. The pack of is royalty, his youth, his friends, his...mate. Of all things that would be the most difficult thing, and the most difficult thing for Demon to percieve.

It was often that Markaz wished he didnt have to explain his reasoning. Always, no one understood. No one understood the life he lead, because no one would want to take the time to percieve it. No one spared a moment for him.

"I'm not going anywhere" He said softly, turning his eyes to the misted forests, and then back to Demon. It hurt him to see someone cry like this over his presence. Yet, for once, he felt that his presence was important, and for that, he was greatful. "Dont cry, I won't leave here'.[/glow]

[† Demon †]

[glow=black,2,300]
Hearing his words brought some comfort to the she wolfs doubting heart, yet tears still fell. It was like she wanted to drown in her pathetic little sorrows; and no longer burden Markaz with her presence.

Smiling weakly, she glanced up at the male and felt their gazes join. "For suns I have waited to see your face again," she finally whispered, her body strengthening once more, "And now that it is as clear as the water in a lake, I feel the need to keep you ever so close; maybe its fear. Maybe its paranoia..." she paused, her smile widening. "Yet, I, personally... think its true love..."

Feeling herself grow somewhat shy, as she used to do when they first met, she could not help but hide her muzzle under her paw; just as a cub would do if scared of a punishment or a nightmare just before. "....I love you..." she whispered, hoping that Markaz heard her words; she was quiet yes, but not completely insignificant- or at least she hoped she wasnt.

Flicking her tassle lightly, she waited, and watched; the bashful, shy behavior that Demon possessed, giving her the innocent, youthful, playful look; the one that always seemed to draw Markaz closer- or did when they had first met.
[/glow]

[Dimitrii]

[glow=orange,2,300]Markaz dipped his head slightly, his bright amber gaze fixed upon grass beneath him. His vision blurred and distorted by thoughts and memories. A slight burning feeling arrived in his upper chest. His claws gripped the floor slightly, as he attempted to ignore the feeling.

A burning sensation was accompanied with warmth, a comfortable warmth. He layed himself down underneath the shades of an evergreen. Blinking slightly, he found himself taken away from reality for a moment.

He saw all of it. Every moment he spent with Demon he recalled well. Yet all he could clearly focus on was the distance that always had been left between them. The constant disagreements that put them further apart. It was all still there, present and clear reminders of unintentional harms that he had caused. He could feel it though, as if all the anger in himself had risen up. His cold heart surrounded by warmth of anger. Muscles tightened burning on adrenaline. His claws preceeded him, and his anger resulted in blood. Blood of...

Markaz blinked once more, a slight blinding white blurring his vision, before coming into focus. His saw his claws beside an imprint of dragging them in the dead grass.

He released his claws tightened grip, and looked up, to see Demon. "I'm Sorry,....." He began weakly. "I'm sorry....for everytime I've caused you pain...everytime these claws have slashed at your heart. It wasnt....intended..." He said, his voice a mere whisper, unsure if the drappa would hear or not.

" With my actions...come reasoning...but they say....somethings aren't meant to be said....they're kept secrets because you don't know...entirely...who I am...they're kept secrets because, behind a pair of eyes, .... is a legend...that is only told again and again to one's self, because....no one understands..." He breathed, unsure if Demon even heard it, but a part of him, hoped that she didnt.

" But you ...waited...for me. And...I am truely grateful to that...yet...I wish to know, Demon...."Markaz whispered. " What lies in me, that is worth waiting for, Why wait for something like me, thats hardly worth...your time?"[/glow]

[† Demon †]

[glow=black,2,300]

Demon sighed as the words floated through her mind. She had seem the expressions on her true love's face, she could sense the anger and pain he felt. Yet, what bothered her most of all was why he felt it. She knew little of his past, only the recent present days had she known about him. Lifting her body lazily from its position, she let a placid and relaxing smile pause onto her maw.

"My darling Markaz," she began, her optics shimmering like the midnight starlight. "The questions you ask are a mere quiz to my deep and bleeding heart," pausing, the ebon female nuzzled him softly, giving him some comfort in the anger she sensed within. "The reason I wait, and forgive what happens in our path is because when I look at you, I see strength. Strength of a million painful memories that have made you the wolf you are today. Unknown to me, the anger is still visable, and being who and what I am inside, I have learnt never to judge a wolf without knowing the full story..." Hesitating once again, the she wolf stood tall and lean; her veins pumping hastily, her heart pounding so heavily in her cheast that a sickening, tight feeling formed in her gut.

"Markaz," she breathed, ready to continue her speech, "...I do not wish to pressure you into telling me of your distant times, yet I do not wish to judge you wrongly either..." Smiling lightly, she licked his nose playfully, tapping his ear with the pad of her forepaw. "So, I guess the answer to your question is many... Just the one that stands out the most is love. No matter how many times my heart is hurt; it is a mere scratch compared to how much I love you... I would wait a million suns for you if I had to..."

[/glow]

[Dimitrii]

//wow, really nice post\\\
[glow=orange,2,300]

Markaz dipped his head slightly. The words were heartwarming. He dug his left talon deep into the soil, the words of Demon sinking into his mind.

"Then truely noble you are Demon. I am ever greatful that you've never judged me like this." He said softly, a slight bow with his speech. " Hardships we've been through, yes, and pain i've caused, your truely faithful for all this, and I love you, and nothing I will let stand in the way to cause this to fall. I may not have much to offer in return, but I'll give you this word..." Markaz said, stepping forward, nuzzling her softly. " I will let no one, to cause you harm, no balkar, no mere warrior, great or tiny. As long as I live, you will live in peace. I am yours, here, now, and for eternity. "

Markaz returned back now. " I will not leave you in the dark, Demon. " Markaz began once more, his speech, slower, and more solid. "If you wish to hear my such worthless legacy, then, I will, a small payment, in all you've offered me." Markaz said, laying down once more. A darker tone lined his eyes. It may have shown that he did not wish to tell his story, but nothing would be left in the dark forever. Theres always a time, where little secrets and stories are told. And this is why he'd be let off alone as a mere pup. He did not want to be adandoned again.

He ran his claws over his maw feeling the scars. "If you wish to know, then you shall know. "[/glow]

[† Demon †]

icky post compared to my last one, but im suffering with a slight case of writers block. sorry hunni.[glow=black,2,300]

Sighing softly, the black female shook her head. "Only tell if you wish to tell, I will not pressure you into spilling a lifetime of hurtful memories if the anger is too deep..." Pausing, she smiled with an angelic glow; her tassle flicking high behind her.

Taking a leaping pounce towards her love, she gave a light yelp. Licking his maw, she stared longingly into his fiery amber orbs; the hypnotising rays drawing her ever closer. "Yet, if it is closure you seek, I am willing to give..." Grinning, she laid herself closely beside Markaz. The warmth of her body passing through towards her mate. "I know it may cause you great pain to go through the memories, but just remember, I am here and always will be. I will never leave you... I give you my word..."

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[Dimitrii]

[glow=orange,2,300]//no prob, dont worry bout it\\\

Markaz gave a slight sigh, and leaned his head toward the moon. Its bright reflection struggled occasionally with passing clouds; the lands having a bright glow, and pure darkness once more.

His claws dug deep. He knew he was hesitating now, his blood boiling as his mind replayed the dreaded past. Why can I never live without reliving this...nightmare. His mind roared. He lowered his head to the floor once more, smirking slightly with Demons playful antics. He truely could ask for nothing more. He was lucky, and he appreciated that more now than ever before. "...Thanks Demon, ...Its heart warming to know that theres someone who doesnt entirely hate me for this dreadful varg i am..." His whispered, leaning forward and brushing his muzzles along her coat.

He curled his tail in, and released his grasp of the tender soils. "Then I wish not to waste this moment, I will not tell you now, but you will not be left in the dark for long. Being here like this, I should at least tell you, before you over estimate me." Markaz said, brushing his tail along her, as he did so. He turned to face the clouded full moon. "Soon enough, dear. Soon enough. "


///Mines far from better, dont stress it\\\[/glow]

[† Demon †]

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Demon snorted disaprovingly. "Dreadful?" spat the she wolf coldly, "you are far from dreaful believe me..." Smiling, she dropped the angry, and somewhat dissapointed tone, nuzzling her mate with a warm and loving nudge.

Poking his seemingly perky auds, she gave a small, bubbly giggle; which on some levels even surprised her. Stunned for a brief moment due to her weird, and strange laughter, she soon shugged it off and forgot its mysteriousness.

Looking into the fiery optics of her lover, she could make out some twitches of a hoping-to-be-forgotten past. Feeling guilty about bringing certain bits of the subject up, she drooped her head, a frown forming on her ebony maw. "I am sorry Markaz," she whispered lightly, not finding it easy to apologise, or let her guard down for that matter, "I am sorry for bringing back your unwanted memories.."

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[Dimitrii]

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"Didn't plan to keep it a secret forever. Though no one has cared to know before..." He said, smiling weekly. Rising to all fours, he padded in small circles, as he felt his blood heating. He remembered the days. Days of injustice and mistreatment. Days where he'd be forgotton, or starved. Then came the days where he was stronger, and able to protect himself from harm sent from his own packmates. But it went downhill from there. He didnt like his life. His past brought such poor reputation on him. That no one wanted to be around him anymore. "Well, unfortunately, my life isnt as pleasant as my stay in these forests..." He began slowly.

" I was born late. My pack was starved. Naturally, i was just another annoying mouth to feed. I was told that I didnt wine or talk much, and I was blind longer than my brother and two sisters. We resided in a cave in the mountains, and the hunters had been off a long way an hadnt returned with the food. Our pack started falling apart. Little food that was found was kept secret and hidden from the pack. Naturally, us little ones didnt get much out of it. " He started, a weak, soft voice.

"Before we knew much, our mother sent me and my brother out for food, and said that for everyday, a kill that was not brought home, means a day that we starve. Between my brother and I, we grew better and better, but we grew weak, and mistrusting for each other. A kill brought by him, meant that I starved. In time, we all hunted for ourselves. My brother and I slept further down the mountains. Until the unters had returned..."

"They forced us back up the mountain, where our father and the warriors attempted to harm us, over and over again. My brother got the worst of it, since he was older. There came a day, that warriors and hunters were sent out again for food, and the pack was once again weak. My brother and I decided to make a break for it this day. I told him, i'd meet him at the base of the mountain, deep in the forests. I didnt keep my promise."

"Nightfall that day, I turned back to the top of the mountain, and met the pack while they slept. WIth each one of them, i found my blood boil, to have such a miserable childhood of starvation. Such selfish wolves they were, I'm surprised that we survived. My rage consumed my mind totally, and ..." Markaz took a deep breath, stopping his pacing.

"Eleven wolves were slayed that night. I....I had killed them. Only my sisters were spared. My..my mother and father, the emissaries..the single warrior... all of them. I hadn't realised the innocent harm i created until i was in the forests. I had waited, and with waiting, found my self thinking deeply. That even the mistrust in our pack, that what I had done was completely pointless. Everyone starved equally, and all harm done to me and my brother, was just the driving insanity of hunger. The same insanity that drove me. Funny, I even find myself eating less today than I did then..."

" I took me awhile to realize that my brother wasnt coming, and that, now, i'd be worse off than before. I hadnt learnt much. I was just a mere sikla. With time I got better, and my strength increased. But i still couldnt manage myself. I grew sick with time. Dizzyness, and headaches drove me mad. I wasnt well at all. Hadnt it been then I found the drappa of Koran. I'd be liberated from my dieing body....'
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