From the Blood of my Veins

[Tarkah]

(I haven't posted in forever! sorry guys! this is for moon crypt, Lily and Kiora and all others who want to join)

Summer air swallowed the Koran territory, a lush growth of vegetation embosed in a rich perfume as it envoloped the territory known as Koran. A horde of flying insects terrorizing the peaceful plants that surrendered its sweet nectar to the busy flyers that harvested the substance. The air was growing hot and humid, a sure sign of the approaching summer season.

A tainted paw clawed the ground as it sweped the ground. steel coloured talons outstretched as the wolf padded through the all too familiar territory. Though it seemed as if this was a foriegne zone. Had she been away that long? Tarkah had been away from the Koran border's after the night of Demon and Phantom's fight for co drappa. The ivory wolfess had been disturbed innerly and breached out of the territory to brood by herself. But that was not the only reason. She had held in her stomach a secret litter of puppies. Tarkah did not know why she hid them. She just did. But it hurt too much to think of their father right now. With a flick of her tail she remembered when she had left. When Andre had returned only to dissapear once more, without a mention nor word.

A growled escaped the ivory muzzle that encaged a set of glassy canines. Two months after her rencounter with the crimson dragga she had birthed pups in a empty kerl's territory. Bitter she was for the male had left. She swore to Tor tha his last pups would not be born in Koran. She had regretd it for her own insanity and corrupt had infected her pups, unbeknownst to the ivory drappa. For months she had mysteriously disspaeared to feed for her pups and for half the season dissapeared all together. Her excuse was that she was waiting on the ridge, her favourite spot, for her lover to return.

Tail flickered as she thought. Her pups were now old enough to wander out of the den. But abnormally, her pups had grown quickly and were mature for their age. Tarkah paused at her ridge. It was time to reveal her secret, show the world and Koran her making. Three wolf pups, tainted in colour, modelled out of Tor's finest clay and mixed was the arctic wolf's own blood. This made the the three youth's. Moon Crypt, Ember Lily, and Kiora

Tarkah threw her head back her muscles straining. Power returning in her glden eyes as her song reached outwards and touched the valley. Callign to her new blood daughters. The devious, and the mischivious bundles of snow white cotton.

(bad post, I'm tryingto get back into posting Tarkah style!)

[Moon Crypt]

An ear the color of an ashen white gave a solemn twitched as an orchestra of tones swirled along the calm early summer heat. The cord of music struck an inner most mechanism signaling the momentarily peaceful MC to awaken from her state of slumber. Giving a lazy yawn and a few slaps of her top and bottom jaw the fea rose to the calling of a distraught mother, a sneer wiping her muzzle clean of any lookings of a happy varg. But what was more confusing was the tone in which Tarkah sang, clearly her mother did not seem at war with her on going emotions of her father as she sang proudly thru Koran. What was the meaning of this sudden change?

MC's nose wrinkled in distaste for the melody but she would not linger on such a disapproving subject. She gathered her rested energy and pushed off the ground to reach her normal height. Standing tall Crypt did not bother to look back for her sisters, either they weren't there because they had decided upon a early hunt for the festive of bugs that had accumulated or they were still laying quietly in their warm spots on the packed earth. Never the less she wasn't going to wait for them to rise, her curiousity got the best of her and she was compelled to reach her mother first.

Galloping thru the forestry, her paws lightly tapped the ground ever silently she met with her mother.

Emerging slowly from the bush her eyes narrowed in suspescion, "You beckoned for our presences?" she coldly asked.
There was a pause....
"You DO know you woke me from my sleep?" MC selfishly snapped to break the silence.

[Red February]

The hellish fiend, the flirtatious succubus, and the derailed cannibal. Also going by the monikers of Moon Crypt, Ember Lily, and Kiora. They were not the spawn of Wolfbane, but rather, a very irritable she-wolf with too much responsibility before her. Some would say, she bit off more rabbit than she could chew. All her foul moods had chafed the impressionable young cubs, who were been destined to be the most intelligent leaders of all time if everything fell into place. Yet these “everything” was already crumbling beneath their mother’s onyx mitts, and she was taking them with her.

Beneath dropping willow branches, a petite ball uncurled into an off white pup. It was nap time for the nightmare trio, and the familiar soaring of the octaves had awoken her with a jolt. The ivory mug of the cub parted in a yawn as it swerved to each side. Kiora’s senses palpated the environment as she mused up reasons for her older sister’s sudden evaporation. She had thought that MC rather disliked it when she didn’t get enough rest. To Kiora, MC was one of the only vargs she could really appreciate. Sure, her other sister was sometimes just as callous and bloodthirsty, but usually Ember lusted for different things. Moon Crypt was a tainted little soul who relished wicked things…

When Kio stood up, she shook her mane twice and then walked in three tight clock-wise circle, tail to nose. She did this every afternoon before leaving the den and as soon as she entered it. A compulsive action she took to ward off any demons that may have followed her. Shortly thereafter, the pallid whelp padded out from the nest of pine needles and twiggy kindling. A warm breeze shot through the thin grove and Kiora was obliged to break into a steady lope ensuing the thick musk of her sister. It was recent and easy to follow, as there was also a howl melting from the same end site.

[Emberlily]

[glow=lightblue,2,300]Weaved in a tight ball was a bleached hued pup. It's body unravelling into a slender form. It's eyes of golden hue blinked as it gazed with a searching motive. unfurled its ivory tassel curled, black tipped auds flickering as it shook out its pelt of white and speckles of amber red that was hand painted onto the back of the youth. ebon lips curled into a grin as it awoke. Lily yawned and padded forwards, paws sweeping the bed of needles that she was sent to ly on as bedding.

Her desaturated muzzle turning compensating on the two missing femoras that were titled sister. A smooth growl flowed forth from her windpipe paws outstretched as it brought her towards the summoning. She would take her sweet time.

She paused and sat and looked at nothingness, just wasting time. Her back arched as she stretched and one again her paws brought the wolfling on.

She was the younger one. One who placed her traps, baiting it until hence you come close enough and fall into her grasps. Innocence was her leisure, a mask she exploited on her main display case, shadowing the inner core that dwelled beneath.

Casting a wary glance she sighed and pressed on. Her head was held high in a cocky manner as she broke through the foliage and out into the clearing. Her golden orbs met with that of her mother as the form of Crypt dawned before her. She growled eyeing Tarkah for she was the summoner of the trio. Ember looked, bored. "Why are we here?" she asked half heartedly as she eyed her mother with a wary eye. At times her mother was dreadfully kind to them. As gentle as a kitten and at other's she was corrupt, goign on about betrayal and her mouring song. One that Ember heard much too often. Some times Ember even feared her mother's glare for she swore it held that of a snake's poison.

Ember slumped to the ground, without much care, "Yet another boring day in the oh so boring Koran" Lily groaned bitterly as she eyed her paw and wriggled her toes watched as each talon stretched forward when that toe wriggles outwards.


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