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Jun 9, 2005 22:14:24 GMT -5
Post by André on Jun 9, 2005 22:14:24 GMT -5
The touch of soft pine on the air was what brought it home to Andre as he returned to his old pack-lands. That scent of what had been his territory a long time ago. It seemed as though lifetimes had passed since he had last layed paw back in the Koran lands. And a lifetime for him it had been. The red-pelted wolf that plodded slowly down the hill towards the dens was not the same wolf he had been. This wolf was scarred. This wolf's pelt was tinged with an ominous shade of gray. And his head hung low.
Many who had met Andre on his path back to his old lands had not recognised him. And if they had, they had been shocked. It was not his missing left eye, or the great limp he had on his left side. Nor was it the long scar down his flank where fur refused to grow. Nay! It was simply the fact that he hung his head low. This Andre was not the father who had run with his pups happily. This Andre was not the Andre who had spent hours of joyous time with his eldest son, Bryrpaw, who was now Dragga of his own pack. This Andre was the Andre who had learned the true meaning of torture, pain, and suffering.
Only the brightest ear of the youngest pup would have heard the slow crunch of the needles beneath the old Dragga's won pads as he continued his path towards the centre of the territory. Andre thought quietly in his mind how foolish and spoiled his pack had become not to notice him as he entered. But as that thought crossed his mind, it shifted. Were they the fools? Or am I? One dull eyes stared at the ground beneath his feet. One dull eye void of all emotion.
Although it often seemed to Andre that others around him were fools, as he had thought of his pack, it also occurred to him that perhaps it was better that they had not had to learn what he had been forced to. Perhaps it was better that they had not had to learn the art of stealth. Perhaps it was better that they didn't need those skills, for they lived in relative peace, and happiness in their valley. Perhaps Andre was the fool for leaving that valley, that had been his home, in search of a life beyond. And perhaps Andre, in his quest for knowledge and revenge, had stepped over the boundary of mad, and had killed off whatever part of him had lived peacefully next to a prosperous family, and a loving pack.
As with the fate of all fools, and those who are not, only time can tell. And as Andre lay down in his old den, alone, it occurred to him that time would just have to tell. And perhaps time might also be able to heal the piece of him that had most assuredly been mortally wounded.
Fool? Why of course. But what would the world be without fools?
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Jun 9, 2005 22:50:47 GMT -5
Post by Tarkah on Jun 9, 2005 22:50:47 GMT -5
A golden ocular danced across the evening horizon. A blanket of sweet perfume, lifting from the delicate nectars of the pink and the white blooms. The eyes of the beholder dissappeared, behind a flutter of eyelids that curtained the golden pool. Ebon nose wrinkled as it took in the humid air that surrounded the valley. High above the green canopy a brown hawk soared, its wings of massive glory, its all seeing eyes scannign beyond the horizon and perhaps even more.
But below the forest canopy and the lush leaves of oak, birch and needles of pine and aspen the all one could see was the step they were to take infront, or so it was how it was inthe mind of a ivory femora.
Talons clicked as it swepted over the rocky terra. the valley of Koran alive with the twitterings of song birds and rodents of all sorts, but all this loud noise deamed faint and far awa in the eardrums of the she wolf. Acute auds perked as if it were swimmign for an answer, a call of a reply, a response to a long awaited question. But so far she was to have none.
A growl emmited randomly from the depths of her throat. A piercing orb casting a mutrid glance as she watched a small rodent scurry by. Tarkah growled stalkign it. Her talosn outstretched as she swiped at it and cuahgt it, her relfexes still sharp. "Thought you could get away, didn;t you?" Tarkah exclaimed pullign herself closer to the ratty thing. She strokd it with her other paw. "THere there, now why in Tor would I hurt you?" she said with a malicious grin. The mouse squeaked in terror as Tarkah held its neck down with her other paw, her tail erect. "Don't trust me?" she smirked and let go of the mouse only to snap down with her paw on its tail, on her of claws scorching into te flesh and drawing sweet blood. She chuckled ewhen she heard somthing. Tarkah growled, her lips twisting into a devious smile. "Is some one there?" Tarkah asked, her eyes were pinned to the den. Unknowingly the white varg had walked al lthe way to thhe dens. Tarkah laughed. "WEll lets just see shall we? Unfortunatly, some of us will nto see" she said and swiped her talons across the mouse, its tiny breath nonexisting as it lay limp on the ground. Tarkah picked it up in her jowls and padded towards the dens.
Her tail flickered playfully as she stried towards the den. It smelt horribly of Andre. No wonder, it was after all his old den. Tarkah stopped slumping to one side. "Ahh memories" she said as she glaredat the little den her ad her mate has spent time in. But then she caught a form in i, "What is this?" sher eyes flashed dangerously but with the hint of poison, one found in her half sister's green glare Demon's. Tarkah smirked and padded into the den. There she saw the body of a red wolf. "Well well what do we have here?" she said padding towards the beaten up varg that hardly looked like one at all.
Tarkah prodded the form, "Well? What have we got here?" she said her eyes flashing with excitement. Her mind had cleared for a bit and she blinked. Andre
Tarkah's body shuddered as she let out a soft hiss. She looekd down at the unknown varg. A devilish thought crossed her mind. She would have fun with this one. Play her games and see if the male would join in her fun.
(i know sucky, but I'm working o nmy english summative aswell ARG)
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Jun 15, 2005 15:59:26 GMT -5
Post by André on Jun 15, 2005 15:59:26 GMT -5
The red Varg's eyes remained closed as he heard a varg padding through the underbrush at a distance. By the sound, it was a female. One could always tell by the weight. She was coming towards the dens too. Andre smiled very weakly and forcibly, then resumed his resting state. if she should come, let her. She would most likely be a member of Koran, and perhaps said fem would recognise him. Or not.
As the female emerged into the clearing, her scent struck him immediatly. It was Tarkah who had come to the den's, Andre's mate. Deep inside him his heart urged him to stand and great her happily, but his mind told him otherwise. Her smell was different mainly. Tarkah smelled angry, and perhaps a bit creul. Most definitly not the same high-spirited varg he had mated and led Koran with for years. But who was Andre to think of changes? He had changed by far more than he expected her to have. Plus, She might be angry that he had left to attack the humans. He had returned once, semi joyfully, and they had planned to have a second litter. But then Andre had left again to hunt. His heart was restless, and no longer could he dwell in one territory. Andre had been a lone kerl for so long, he didnt have the heart to settle anymore. However, he hoped that might change, and he might live to his death in the koran, and perhaps renew a sliver of the happiness he had treasured in his old life.
The red varg waited for Tarkah to speak to him.
Short, I know. Im sorry. Im just having trouble rping Andre right now. He seems too flat to me. Not alot of character. I supose i shall do my best to change that, and perhaps become active with him again. *sigh*
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Jun 15, 2005 16:25:07 GMT -5
Post by Phantom on Jun 15, 2005 16:25:07 GMT -5
Ebony ears lifted at the soft sound of footsteps. Phantom's keen nose picked up two sents, one of which belonged too an ivory Drappa. The other... It seemed familiar. The dark she-wolf knew that she had met this varg before, but it felt so long ago, so far away.
Wait...
She sniffed the breeze again. It was him. Koran's rightful Dragga had returned.Andre... Phantom broke into a run, sprinting as fast as she could to greet him. Then, abruptly, she stopped a few yards away. Her yellow eyes widened in horror at what she saw. The wise and caring leader Phantom once knew, the one who rescued her from the river when she had been shot with man's arrows, looks very, very different. Tired, sad, defeated, broken. It hurt Phantom's heart to see him like this.
She dared not to approach. The Dragga and Drappa were facing one another. One tired and sorrowful, the other angry and cunning. Her pelt made her almost invisible against the trunks of the pines. She made no sound as she looked on. Phantom would be a ghost, silent and unnoticed, until the time was right. Then she would show herself, and welcome her leader. But, for now, she would take a silent watch...
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Jun 15, 2005 17:06:29 GMT -5
Post by † Demon † on Jun 15, 2005 17:06:29 GMT -5
couldn't resist the event. *smirk* hey Andre btw. remember me? =P[glow=black,2,300]
Something strange was lurking in the atmosphere. Something weird. The ebony femme couldn't place a paw on why, yet for now she left the feeling unquestioned. Strolling along an abandoned pathway, her poisoned optics absorbed the mixture of light, the blended colors in the shadowed part of Koran. Smiling to herself, she did not recognize the scents floating through her sensitive nostrils. First Phantom. Then Tarkah. The Andre. Yet, as the last scent mixed in her twisted mind, she was shot back into reality. Pausing her steps, she pulled her dark lips into a fierce snarl; gleaming canines peering from their hidings. As muscles clenched, and her body became somewhat streamline, a light breeze pushed past her pelt. Glaring into the horizon, she knew, from memory, the dens were not too far from where she stood. That was where any Sikla's would be. Trying to escape the pain of reality; the agony that life could cause within the space of a second. Letting a cold smile steal her facade, she pressed on; her tassel held high, a banner of her deepened insanity. Soon, the shadows began to melt, yet before they were faded into nothingness, two wolves caught the midnight seductress's eye. One female, unmistakably Tarkah; a proud smirk rolled onto her maw as she caught the same glitter in the Drappa's eyes. The same glitter of insanity, this wolf did so possess. The other, from scent would appear to be Andre, yet from appearance, it was hard to tell. Tempted to make an entrance, Demon took one step closer to the duo. Her head spinning with cruel words and broken hearts. "I wonder why my dear Tarkah is speaking to such filth," mumbled the femme coldly, an icy glance replacing that once calm gaze. "I wonder why..." Sitting atop coal-colored haunches, she tipped her head to the side; her deep-red scar visibly evil in its own way. Yet, as she did this mere movement, another wolf caught her eye; one lurking silently by the pine trees. Snorting quietly, she recognized this beast without thought. "Phantom.." she breathed sickly. "The one that got away..." Yet, Demon was in no mood to cause a fight between this femme now; curiosity had gotten the best of her pretty face. Watching the duo, she kept a placid smile on her ebony muzzle, an aud perked toward their conversation. She was protecting her sister, nothing more. No harm in that really... is there?
[/glow] haven't changed much have i? =P once a crazy seductress, always a crazy seductress.. its true. its true. =P
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Jun 16, 2005 23:32:09 GMT -5
Post by Tarkah on Jun 16, 2005 23:32:09 GMT -5
A silent gaze hushed onto the eyelids of the koran drappa as she stood, facing the red male. Was he red? or was that just the caked on mud and dried up blood that had soaked the male, still in his prime. Tarkah watched with ever still eyes. Her ebon tipped ears flickered as they caught the faint sound of pawsteps behind her. Tarkah gave her tail a swish, a motion of ignorance towards the koran femmes that had coem up with curiosity of the pair of wolves, both in the den.
Tarkah waited though, she was curios on whom the two were. One scent, blowing from the wind had told her that it was her sister. Demon. A sly grin carved onto her ebon lips as she scented the obsidian femora. The other, Tarkah could not yet scent for she was up wind from her placement.She guessed it to be one of her other faithful femmes, Phantom.
Tarkah gave a growl but then her attention turned back to the varg that lay before her. She eyed him with curiosity. And stepped closer. A seductive glare stealing before her fiery eyes. "So vargy why do you come onto my lands?" Tarkah asked in a kind tone, it almost sounded sickly as it spurted from her maw. She padded forwards and circled the sprawled male. She felt sympathy for him but was too turned over to do much about it.
She cooed in a soft manner and brought a pw to his chin, "poor baby. How did you get hurt deary?" she asked in a caring tone. With her paw she lifted his head up and brought her own muzzle down. Gently she licked the varg's nose affectionatly and a wide grin cracked from one corner of her maw to the other. What an odd sight it was too see. For the Koran Drappa. She had sworn never to fall in love again, never to let another male steal her missing heart. Never to take in her hands another male's heart and lure it to her cage. But here she was cooing over this beatened up varg. But somthing told Tarkah it was right. It was fataly legal. and Tarkah payed no heed to disobey her feeling.
Tarkah layed the males head down and snarled at the thought ofthe red wolf. She growled. He came back. Yes he did. Injured and wounded. She had mended his wounds as if nothign had happened. Her heart felt as if it were healing. As if she were hanging on a thread, above a deathly drop and then he came back. Took her hand and commenced to pull her back, save her from her insanity. But then just as quick as he came he left. He let go of her and she plunged. descended o a realm of darkness, inside the confinment of her own tainted heart, the only light that she could see where the little light of hope that dangled so close yet so far away, through stained glass shards.
Tarkah looked ot the male. He reminded her of Andre. A sickened snarled soon overcame the bloodlusted Drappa as she padded over to the male. He was in pain from his wound, she could tell. She growled and brought her paw to his throat. How she could end his pathetic life in one swipe. She growled and looked at his emerald orbs that stood almost lifeless. Something held her off. She growled aggitated and brought her paw from his throat to his chest sliding it down in a pampering way. Her talons tickling his flesh as if she were carressing him in a loving manner. It felt right.
Tarkah snarled, her claws digging a bit too deep as the thought of her loving mate left that day he sworn to return. Tarkah had been in season. Lost in the lust and the heart break, her own foolishness blocked away all right sense to be angered nor to be vengeful of the red dragga's late return. Yes they had mated and then he was gone, again.Now Tarkah had birthed three cubs nearly four months ago. The Nightmare Trio they called themselves. Tarkah laughed at their silly pup games. Corrupted her mind was she had birthed them, awa from the Koran. Away from any sense or reminder of her red mate. All that time she had mourned. Cryed in the middle of the night but sworn by day that she would wear her cunning during the wake of Fenris. She looked to the male, And sighed a sad face now attached to her ever changing mood. She slumped down onto the males chest and bent down to lick where she had caused him pain, where she had dug her claws into him. Tarkah's golden eyes ran to his muzzle as she leaned forward and gripped it within her own jowls and bit at it gently but forcing pain at times. She let go and ran her wet tongue over it tenderly. She let go, inches away from his muzzle, "Now tell me about yourself. Or are you just an amble kerl trying to steal warmth and love from a tainted mistress?" she said in a cooing way as she looked with a smile of coy. "Who are you oh handsome wolf" she said staring into his void as she leaned ever so close to his muzzle as if they touched. She pulled back easily, half her weight fully on his chest now.
(sorry too lazy to reread! sorry if some parts have spelling mistakes!)
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Jun 17, 2005 0:13:13 GMT -5
Post by André on Jun 17, 2005 0:13:13 GMT -5
Slowly, Andre's single eye opened as the Fem circled him. He felt odd and lonely as she studied him, and seemed not to recognise his features. And then he felt betrayed as she began to coo him, even though she knew not who he was. A tremble of pain fluttered from his heart and gut into his muscles, and as she began to lick his neck tenderly, Andre placed a paw on her chest, and pushed her back a pace. Slowly, the red varg stood to his feet, and with one eye, looked at her.
In a harsh tone, he bagan to speak, and it became all too real that the wound he had recieved on his throat had directly effected his voice box, giving it a dark, scratchy tone, not far from a wheeze when he spoke in soft tones. "I am Andre. I used to be the Dragga of these lands, and mate to a wonderful and incredibly beautiful varg. Now, I am just a sad old varg hoping my pack and my mate will accept me back, even though I have been gone long. I left to fight to keep these lands free of humans, and I became obsessed with the goal. I forgot about the true purpose of the venture, to keep my family safe, and I have forsaken them in my bloodwrath. I came back expecting no more than a quick death, though inwardly wishing I might be accepted, and my wounds might heal, mainly my spiritual ones. It is your choice, my fate." And with the last word, the crushed Dragga raised his head to the sky exposing his throat to his mate. The day was silent except for a lone owl far in the distance that cooed mournfully, as though he were witnessing the humbling of the varg that had once been a grand and strong Dragga.
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Jun 17, 2005 0:49:00 GMT -5
Post by Tarkah on Jun 17, 2005 0:49:00 GMT -5
Tarkah gazed as the male pushed her off. The drappa came up on sturdy feet as the wolf glared at her. As he ambled to his weak feet. Tarkah looekd to him and raised an eyebrow as he barked at her. She looked to Andre. Her face blank and emotionless, though her insides were being mixed together, churning with a sad look. Somewhere inside of her told her to care for him. To tell him to lay down or else he might injure himself even more. But Tarkah looked away, not knowing if it wwere i shame nor was it in ignorance.
She hadded a few steps away fro him, "Don't be bland varg, I knew who you were." she said simply. "Just wanted to knwo if you knew yourself, or who you were." she said simply and took her seat, her back leaning against the wall. As his words flowed ever so slowing to her ears which hung like a sickly web. She looked at him in disbelief, "Perhaps my acceptance has expired." she spoke in a sad tone. The only thing, Tarkah was truly sad. She turned her gaze away from him, she could not bare to gaze at the dragga. "Yes, and loose your obsession for the pack. You don't know how long I have waited, praying to Tor that I didn't have to go and search to find your dead carcass" she growled. "Praying to Tor that she'd keep you safe" she said in a hushed tone, barely audible to the red male.
Tarkah tore her gaze towards Andre and stared at him. "I don't care if I die. I am already dead since the day you journeyed away!The time we were apart, left me to shroud in a wonder. Those times and forever now I was and am dead" she hissed her eyes forced into a tight shut from the pain of those words.
She looked to the injured male, his words had drilled into her protective outer and were fishing inside her delicate inards where she hid her heartbreak, and her wishes. A wilting flower she was, needing the light and the hope.
She shook her head, and looked to Andre. With the strength she could muster she got up from her sit. Her paws sweeped as she padded forwards to him as he raised his neck to her. Tarkah looked to him blankly. For a moment his words had affected her. THey reminded ofthe memoriesthe shared. Of the happy times and the love that each varg shared. How she wanted to love him again, how she wanted to embrace his warmth again. But Tarkah jolted back. How she was afraid he would place aside her heart again. Grind and erode her shattered glass heart into an even finer grain of sand so that it was no logner possible to mend.
She brought her muzzle to his throat and nudged it as if pushing him back from her. She glared at him. Her eyes steady, "I've been true to you varg. I've stand by the side of an invisable varg waiting for him to reappear. I've sworn to love no other and have lived up to that promise and somewhere, you can still find my burning passion for you." Tarkah turned from him and began to pad back to her corner. His wounds? Everytime he had returned she had unkowingly thrown herself at his feet. Love stricken and head over heels.
She paused and looked back at him over her shoulder, "Perhaps it's time that you mend my wounds.
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Kahuri
Sikla
Sewn Together but so Broken up Inside
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Jun 18, 2005 11:12:46 GMT -5
Post by Kahuri on Jun 18, 2005 11:12:46 GMT -5
The cry of a hawk gliding upon the warming thermals above brought the the blue hued varg from her rest. The she wolf raised her head, gazing with soft emrald eye at the bold form gliding above. Golden brown feathers shimmering like bronze and a rust tinted tail gleaming. Her optics followed it's every move as he dipped down near th ocean of pines, then risingnce more. Smooth flaps of copper wings kept him afloat with ease. Her uds perked as a noise brushed against her auds. A frist she thought it maybe the sound of footsteps, but only proved to the simple hiss of the wind through the leaves above her. However on the breeze that swept over her almost navy coat carried a scent on it. Her muzzle wrinkled slighlty, the smeel of another passed over her nares, another wolf. She growled quietly, something was so familair about it, yet so... different. Green hues flashing sh arose following the trail with her muzzle to the ground.
Kahuri, at a steady lope, padded after this stranger, or was it? At times her eyes fell upon some figure in the trees, but then it would dissolve into the shadows cast buy the many trees. But at times the streams of sunlight that ushed their way through the canopy trickled down on a crimson coat. Her hackles raised ever so slightly at this. Memories from so far ago... Kahuri didn't even realise that she had stopped. Andre? Was it possible was he back? Her light pace quickened but he had already gone far ahead of her. Lowering her muzzle to the earth she only ound that the delicate fargrance of pine sap blotted out all other scents. A was a cave that gapped in front of the she-wolf when she finally paused. Something, was inside. Two forms shifted about in the darkness. The gallant figure must have been Tarkah for her coat was, even in the black, glimmered a light shade. She was speaking to someone. Kahuri went rigid. It was him. The long lost dragga. It was by instinct to greet an alpha but suddenly her legs where stiff, glued to the earth. But it was Andre. He had returned, but was it for reall this time?
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Jun 19, 2005 18:25:26 GMT -5
Post by André on Jun 19, 2005 18:25:26 GMT -5
As the Female's white muzzle pushed his exposed neck away, Andre felt a bit of regret deep in his heart. A part of him had wanted her to kill him right there and then. Andre had almost wished for it to be over. But it had not ended. He had been accepted back... sort of. The red varg sat once again, and lowered his head as Tarkah spoke her words of inner pain.
"Perhaps it's time that you mend my wounds."
The Dragga placed a paw gently on hers, hoping she would not draw away from the gesture. Andre desperatly wanted to love her again, and have their life back to the way it had been, but he knew it would never quite be the same. Perhaps time would heal some of their wounds, but scars would always remain.
Quitly, Andre spoke to Tarkah. "I am sorry for all the pain I have caused you, and I hope to Fenris that I can heal your wounds. For I sense that it is my turn to be the healer, as you have said."
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Jun 19, 2005 20:44:31 GMT -5
Post by Phantom on Jun 19, 2005 20:44:31 GMT -5
Two more faces appeared: a friend, Kahuri, and an enemy, Demon. Phantom nodded politely to both of them, making sure Demon saw her. She wanted no fight here. Now wasn't the time or place.
She watched as the Dragga and Drappa conversed, barely hearing what they where saying. Her eyes became slightly wet with the beginnings of tears. She felt a terrible pity for Andre, and she felt a bit angry at Tarkah for treating him like this, but Phantom knew not to interject.
Sorry. Terrible post.
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Jun 25, 2005 0:27:29 GMT -5
Post by Tarkah on Jun 25, 2005 0:27:29 GMT -5
Tarkah looked to Andre with a raised eye brow.She had expected him tp perhaps fight back but instead he had padde to her and placed a paw onto hers. It had been a long time since the ivory femora had last felt her mate's touch. Tarkah eyed his emerald orbs, her own livid gold ones seeking through his mind.
She did not pull away her paw but let out a tired growl, instead she swung her muzzle away from him and averted her gaze from the red dragga.
The sweep of a warm breeze blew her way, tellign her of another arrival of a koran varg. A smile warmed Tarkah's lips that her little pack had shown up. But the red dragga's words had struck the mesmerized arctic fea from her reverie and so she turned to look at him, her facade alive with a hard stare.
So he agreed to her but in the end Tarkah scoffed and turned away. She gave a slow nod though, "What is done had been done Andre." she spoke but then her voice turned hard, "Then I send you my luck and I will pray that you will follow through, but there are wounds that I'm afraid you might not even be able to heal" she said her voice cracking as it became soft with mourn.
The dragga's scent was now overwhelming as she breathed in her every breath. How her instincts told her to go nuzzle and embrace the varg she fought her instincts, fought hard for a piece of reality and what Tarkah thought as a piece of common sense. Maybe everything could go back the way it was? Tarkah silently smiled upon that idea. Back to those joyess memories! No. Tarkah thought again. She was finished in believing false lies. It would never be the same. She vlosed her eyes but turned to look at her mate. She breathed out slowly as she made up her mind. She would give him a chance and one chance only. Takah sighed as she thought it over. She would give herself a chance aswell.
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Jun 25, 2005 11:55:11 GMT -5
Post by André on Jun 25, 2005 11:55:11 GMT -5
Andre's face was calm, and solid as a stone even though his mate, the varg he loved, growled at him and turned her head. As she began to pad away, in the direction of Demon and the others, Andre too took a step, then stopped. Her words cut him deeply. Perhaps she was right: some wounds could not be healed. Who to know it better than he himself? Andre slowly fell to his haunches, then back to a laying position. Part of his mind rejoiced that she had let him live, and another was shocked, confused, and didn't have a clue what had just happened. The third part of his mind ached with pain as he knew just by her scent the type of thoughts that were going through her head.
As the arctic Fea turned with her eyes closed, Andre felt a glimmer of hope that stuck in his heart like a glowing splinter, and burned with a bright fire. It was a small chance, but perhaps Andre had not been entirely lost to his mate -- or himself for that matter. As Tarkah turned and walked back up the hill away from the den's and to Demon, Andre closed his eyes, and blocked out a tear. It had been long since he had cried, and the moisture in the corner of his eyes felt so alien to him. Slowly, the red varg descended into sleep.
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Jun 27, 2005 22:21:06 GMT -5
Post by Tarkah on Jun 27, 2005 22:21:06 GMT -5
Tarkah began to pad off, her tail hung low as her head dipped, eyes closed as they curtained her dim gold orbed eyes. Leave him be, a voice told her in the back of his mind. But everypart of her shook with a tremor urging her back to his side.
With a flicker of her tail she turned and began to pad towards Demon. She wandered close to the ebon fae but did not speak with her. She didn't have anything to say anyways.
Instead Tarkah slumped to the ground and she closed her eyes tight turning her head away fro mthe den. Again he had come back. Tarkah whined silently, she had been waiting forever for him to come back, waited from dawn till dusk. She remembered her favourite spot in kora, atop a ridge where she could see the whole pack's territory, beyodn the orange gold horizon as she watched the sunset. But every sunset was always half the glory for a cold wind alwways blew by her fragile form.
Winter's were lonely and the summer's felt cold and a less desirable place to be. In time loniness and grief had eaten away at the drappa's heart, convincing her that her life would never be full again, that she was only half of one and that someone had stolen her heart and would never return it.
Tarkah layed her head on her paws, the red dragga only a hundred meters away. It was funny, how the drapap had griefed and cravedfor the male when he were thousounds, perhaps millions of miles away yet here, when he was within reach and sight she refused him, his touch and his love. Tarkah growled at herself. Memories never faded within her. She looekd to Andre and saw the look on him, Both hearts were torn. Yet once upon a time, they were one. Perhaps time could sew back the torn shreads of that ever lasting love.
Tarkah thought, her head started to hurt. {i]Give him a chance[/i] Tarkah caved in. She would. So there was her desicion. She turned her gaze away once more, she will give him a chance, what more could she offer? Seconds past and Tarkah was once again lured to gaze at the once proud Dragga. Something aggitated her and she made up her mind. She got up from her position and began padding quietly towards the male. If she was goign to give him a chance, she would have to let him, so he actually could fix what he had broken.
Tarkah looked down, an emotionless look slated in her eyes as she looekd at the male. She found that he was deep in sleep. She brought up her paw, extactign a claw and brought it inches away from his muzzle, its stance as if it were ready to slash but instead Tarkah pulled it away and dipped her muzzle and ran her pink tongue across his scared and battered muzzle affectionatly and ran her muzzle across his but a defeaning hiss comign from her throat as she puleld away from the sleepign male. [/color]
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Jun 27, 2005 23:00:21 GMT -5
Post by André on Jun 27, 2005 23:00:21 GMT -5
Andre rose from his light sleep quickly as he felt the warmth of Tarkah's tongue and muzzle on his flesh. Slowly, he rose to his feet, and opened his single eye, and gazed into her's. Gently, the dragga leaned forward and nuzzled her along the neck. Something told him it was going to work out after all. Just maybe.... maybe... something could be mended that had been long broken.
Lifting his muzzle to her ear, Andre whispered quietly to Tarkah in a soothing voice that quivered ever so slightly. "Tarkah, I love you and I always will. I don't know what I can do for you to mend the heart I have torn, but I sure as hell will try." A single tear rolled down Andre's scarred cheak.
Sorry for the shortness and crappiness. Im out of brain juice. *points to post in "Risen from time" I wasted it all on that. lol
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