Amaroq
Sikla
~I remember~Proud Healer and Emmisary of Koran~
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Post by Amaroq on Jun 6, 2005 20:39:32 GMT -5
~An ebony fae stalked silently into Koran territory, large golden eyes piercing through the forest. Amaroq had passed the borders of Koran many times in the past, and had no fear of any vargs she might meet, despite the fact that now she knew few of them. But if she wanted answers, she had to get them here; from either Tarkah or Markaz, the two she knew who were closest to her friend Demon. Unfortunately, here on the border Tarkah's scent was faint, and this both worried and disappointed Amaroq. She would have liked to get her explanations from someone she knew and trusted. However, what she guessed to be Markaz's scent was strong here, though carried few traces of Demon. For some reason this also disturbed the Kerl, and her hackles unconsiously rose as she trotted on. The fae put it down to the fact that she did not know Markaz, but would still have to get her answers from him. But there was something else...a sense of <I>wrongness</I> that hovered like an elusive black cloud over the pack lands. The fae shoved it to the back of her mind, wanting confirmation that the image she was slowly piecing together was right. Letting her trot become a ground-eating lope, Amaroq went on.~
((Hey all, I'm sorry bout all the redundancy of "answers". Does anyone know a synonym?))
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Post by † Demon † on Jun 7, 2005 12:33:46 GMT -5
This is a sucky post; woo hoo? [glow=black,2,300]
Something seemed different today. Very different indeed. It had been this way before; not so long ago, just a couple of suns ago, if Demon remembered correctly. Yet, the reasons for this were unknown; and for now, were best left to rest in pieces. The blazing sunlight tore down upon her ebony fur, flies buzzing over a corpse just seconds away from her form. Poisoned green orbs passed over the rotting masterpiece, leaving a smug smile across her dark facade. Shaking her head, the femme began her journey, her paws hitting the ground silently; clouds of dust departing as she did so.
With her auds fully perked atop her crown, every sound echoing in the silence of Koran, the she wolf's senses increased ten-fold. Smiling cruelly to herself, a quivering scent floated into her nostrils; recognizable in an instant. Amaroq It was then it hit her. Smacked the jaw of her beautiful face. Smiling, an icy glitter shone deep within the stronghold of her eyes. Glancing up with sickly glee at Fenris' palace of light, she could feel the burning heat; a sinful feeling trying to be warn onto this female; once of which she obviously ignored.
Lifting her maw, she let out a small whine, tracking where the sound went to. She could feel the vibrants of paws on the earth she stood, female paws that weren't her own. Sifting into the darkest shade, and thorny bushes; each stem reaching to tear her glittering pelt with unseen jealously, her optics searched for another black-painted femme. And, that be what she found.
Smirking, she was half tempted to let her presence be known; yet reminders of her friends visit popped hastily into the shadowy corridors of her mind. Markaz. A low growl erupted from her throat, her claws digging into the ground. Whenever that name was mentioned, conversational or mentally, she seemed to tighten with rage; it was not understandable in Demon's nature. After all, she had loved him, hadn't she?
Giving up with the questioning of her intentions, Demon surpassed her body unto the ground; her tassel wrapped silently around her sweltering body- flies beginning to attract to her. Just like all those males... whispered the cold females mind, as this came to her attention. Suddenly, a noise of cracking twigs and rustling of male paws came to her attention. Looking up, her optics narrowed, her muscles tightened. It had to be him, it had to be the traitor of her crumbled heart... and, if it was; this she wolf would watch in glee. Cold-hearted insane glee.
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Post by Dimitrii on Jun 7, 2005 14:29:51 GMT -5
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At the very edge of the Koran borders, was the best view of the lands of freedom, and the lands of the enemy. Seperating them was the river, that forever provided the resources of the Koran lands. From the cliffside, it was the best view in all of Koran. Yet he payed little attention to detail now.
Atop the cliffside, he rested by the cover of a large maple tree, its leaves swaying with the breeze, provided the shadows that protected him from blistering rays of summer heat. It was his least favourite time of the year.
A crackle of a downed branch awoke him with a jolt. He lifted his head of the ground, and peered into the shaded region of the forests just behind him. Yet the blinding rays of the sun, distracted his view. He was annoyed by daylight, annoyed by the sun, and the heat it brutalized the lands with. His guard felt tested, his hackles slightly rised, yet nothing would be seen through the thick brush. He growled slightly, and turned back to see the rivers and foreign land before him.
His chest burned, with pains of all sorts, pains of anger, pains of physical wounds, pains of her. With each day, his mind brought him back to think of the one he once respected, yet each forthcoming day, he found it easier to forget. And that was all we wanted. To forget, to remember nothing, for with the little love, comes more fierce pain.
He rose to his feet, and turned forth to the forests, heading to the river's cool liquid. The trails of Koran were imprinted well on the back of his mind. He'd been part of the lands since he was a mere pup, a distant form of a son to Tarkah, although, through that time, he lived by such a mother, and Tarkah's name only passed as the leader of the lands he lived in. It was true that with her, he didnt get along well lately. Almost as if he was tearing back at the past of his life. First Demon, then Tarkah too, the two closest wolves he knew.
Leaning forward he sipped the liquids from the river, its water cooling his body quickly, as he felt the tranquil run through his body. He lifted his head, feeling the water rush against his submerged forepaws. He saw the jaged rocks of the rapids that were down the river. It was the indicator of the territory edge. Beyond it, he never really bothered to venture, but all that could be seen was the trees and rocks that borderined the river, as it curved past his view into the forests.
Yet with constant breezes that swept along with the rivers, came the scent of two wolves, and this time, his guard wasnt dropped so quickly. He turned quickly, a snarl etched his throat. He slowly padded out of the shallow waters back into the maze of trees a few feet away from where he was. His amber eyes searched through the woods, shadows of the tree tops covered the floor of the forest, hiding was easy.
He padded slowly, each foot moving to replace the other, as he ran his fury-lined eyes along the forests. His hackles rose and sank, his viens swelling with adrenaline. No wolf could be seen.
"Dare you to test my senses, Only death will follow your foolishness." He snarled aloud, ivory teeth were visible between is maw. The scent of the closest wolf was foreign, the other he could not tell. "Bloody Trespassers..." He wispered to himself..
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Amaroq
Sikla
~I remember~Proud Healer and Emmisary of Koran~
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Post by Amaroq on Jun 7, 2005 16:51:19 GMT -5
~Amaroq paused at a slight sound from within the woods, nostrils flaring as a familiar scent reached her. Emotions warred in the young fae...she was happy to know her friend was here, but she also wasn't sure if Demon's prescence would affect the coming conversation between her and Markaz. So she hesitated, twitching her tail back and forth in agitation until another scent came her way. This one she paid closer attention to, for it was, she suspected, Markaz. Closing her eyes, Amaroq drew in several deep breaths, then growled slightly. This would obviously be more difficult than she anticipated; judging by his smell he was angry that there were trespassers. For another moment she wavered, torn between two directions, then turned resolutely and trotted away from Demon, and toward the Dragga of Koran.~ ((Hon, some of us would trade our lives for posts like that. No worries, it's great.))
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Post by Dimitrii on Jun 7, 2005 20:39:57 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300]//Kept It Short. Im Sleepy.\\
As he slowly moved forward, the faemme showed herself, her black coat and golden eyes reflecting the rays of the sun that pierced through the tree tops. A snarl etched his through his throat.
He stood solid infront of the faemme, his amber eyes watching her closely. A trespasser who presented themselves quicky was one with courage. " A faemme with guts, how pleasant." {/i] He said to himself, not knowing if she could hear. He padded slowly forward again. His hackles rose and fell with his steps, his veins filled with blood, the corner of his eye, still locked on her. A soft breeze, the scent of another faemme drifted in. Demon. He could tell easily. Yet he ignored her presence, for it was the faemme before him he did not know.
" You drift into my lands alone like a stroll through a field of flowers. And if you dont leave, soon enough, your stroll will be one to remember, I promise you. " He snarled at the faemme, passing her form, and turning to face her again.
" I don't know you, and I don't wish to trade names." He said, padding close to the faemme. He was in no mood at all to deal with a trespasser, hadnt it been Tarkah's territory, he'd deal with the traitor, by leaving their flesh out for the raves.
A few inches away from the faemme, he lifted his forepaw, and extracted his claws, and softly raised it to her neck, wanting to slide the back of the claw along the scruff to show his point. " Tell me why your here, or leave, and maybe I wont have to use these today." His voice was deep and cold. He didnt want to stick around, and he didnt want to have someone sticking around with him. He'd been given jaws for a reason, it would be nice practice for them to be used. [/glow]
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Post by † Demon † on Jun 8, 2005 12:10:19 GMT -5
now this post really does suck; its a bad case of writers block I'm afraid... forgive me [glow=black,2,300]
The scent was strong. Too strong. Snorting slightly, she rubbed her nose with the pad of her paw; the scent of him soon going in changed winds- her scent only briefly blown their way. Watching coldly, her hackles stood on ends; no longer floating in unison with her breaths, for they had increased with the rage drilling into her soul. "How dare he talk to her like that..." mumbled Demon, so quietly, not even the closest varg would hear such words. "I'll kill him if he touches her, I really will...."
With eyes blazed in anger's fire, she only just restrained from lurching at her ex mate, and ripping his throat to shreds. Flicking away the flies with a bushier part of her ebony tassel; she finally began to feel the full heat of Fenris. Every ray seemed to be absorbed into her pelt, every blazing light blinding her shimmering optics; they hated her too, just like everyone else it seemed.
Shifting her body, due to a restless heart and an icy lust to live up-to her reputation, she kept her muscles clenched, her body turned into a sneaky position. With her gleaming canines bared, she gave a low, rumbling growl; her claws deeply scorning the earth she was upon. "Curse all of this..." she snarled angrily; her attention now, back upon the scene; this last remaining thought echoing in her head... one step; your screams ring out two step; kill you now without a doubt three step; laugh as you bleed & cry last step; watch with pleasure as you die
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Amaroq
Sikla
~I remember~Proud Healer and Emmisary of Koran~
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Post by Amaroq on Jun 8, 2005 12:26:38 GMT -5
~"Tratto's Blessing, Markaz." Amaroq said, keeping a wary eye on the raised paw. "I've only come to talk, not to harm you or Koran." She felt Demon's presence at her back, maybe the other she varg could convince her mate not to harm Amaroq. The fae knew she couldn't beat the Dragga in a fight; she would have to try and prevent one with words. Keeping her golden orbs trained on the male, she waited for the sign that would tip the precarious balance one way or another.~
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Post by Dimitrii on Jun 8, 2005 20:47:47 GMT -5
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An untrusted eye remained on the faemme as he lowered his forepaw to the solid bare soil. He found it strange that one so unfamiliar like her knew his name. Very well she must know more than just a name if she came to talk he thought.
The faint smell of Demon left with the breeze. And he was beginning to feel that the presence of Demon had very much of something to do with this stranger, either that, or she'd be one couragous or weak wolf.
"How does such a faemme like you know my name? Seeing as I've never met you before. And my first impressions are never good ones." He said coldly, at a softer tone.
He turned from the faemme, quickly looking around the forests for another wolf. He turned back to the faemme and padded past her again.
"And if you know my name, then you know more. Speak your terms, then i will decide if your worthy of such a blessing."
Markaz spoke coldly, turning to face the golden optics of the ebony faemme. Any foolish action made by her now, would definately end with blood. He didnt want her to be here now. Of all times for the borders to be breached, this would be the worst, the darkest moments his life have seen.
"And if your terms are foolishness, I'll return your blooded corpse to who ever sent you here, personally. "[/glow]
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Amaroq
Sikla
~I remember~Proud Healer and Emmisary of Koran~
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Post by Amaroq on Jun 9, 2005 10:38:28 GMT -5
~Despite the fact that he had lowered his paw, Amaroq didn't relax. Turning to keep the other varg in her sights, she replied, "I know your name because you are Demon's mate, and Demon is one of my closest friends. And no one sent me." she growled. "I came of my own accord. Something strange is going on; I simply wanted answers to my questions. Koran must have sunk low to be this inhospitable to visitors." A small voice told her that with the Dragga this angry, provoking him was not a good idea, but now Amaroq was defensive. Why were all the vargs so on edge lately? It was one of the things she wanted to know from this wolf, if he would let her ask anything.~
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Post by Dimitrii on Jun 9, 2005 14:51:26 GMT -5
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A snarl etched within is throat. The name brought seasons of pained memories. He hated it. He hated the entire relationship. And he knew that the only way he'd be living, was if he abandoned it all. Leave it all behind, and move to a place where no one knew his name.
"...Formerly, Demon's mate..." He said softly, the taunting orange glare of his eyes like the fire of his fury. No happy wolf he'd be as long as that name was brought in his presence time and again.
"...Koran has gone nowhere. Till the drappa returns, I am in charge, and this is how it will be. These lands well not be breached by kerls or emissaries. This is how I would run things, if it was MY choice. "
He said softly. It was not in nature for him to want to be a dragga. But he was more than a stubborn wolf. He was a reserved one. And lately, he'd been charged again and again for his dictatorship. By both the drappa herself, and Demon. He knew he didnt want to spend time babysitting the pack. When the drappa would return, he'd retire from the ranks. Be his own wolf once more.
" Cut the small talk, what are you dying to know?" He growled, dragging his claws along the forests floors, amused by the valleys and cravasses they created in the soil. [/glow]
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Amaroq
Sikla
~I remember~Proud Healer and Emmisary of Koran~
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Post by Amaroq on Jun 9, 2005 17:11:43 GMT -5
~Her ears shot forward and eyes widened in surprise. "Formerly? You aren't mates anymore?" A slight frown knit her forehead as she contemplated this. It wasn't a complete surprise after all, but harder to contemplate than the others. Her friend had seemed so happy....this one had seemed so right. "Why?" Amaroq tilted her head to the side, ears cocked curiously. Demon had not mentioned this; in fact she had said that she was happy in Koran.
Amaroq thought for a moment before eventually saying, "What I originally wanted to know was what this thing I have been hearing about called "Koran's Revenge" is, and how it involves Demon." She paused for a moment, then continued: "But I also wish to know why you and Demon are not together anymore...why you are not at odds when formerly you loved each other." ...and perhaps do still, she thought to herself.
"Why would you deny all entry to these lands? Why would that be your choice? What if something had happened to one you loved and the messenger could not get through?" The fae was in full curiousity mode now; she had not gotten where she was by keeping her mouth shut, and the foolish and couragous part of her saw not reason to stop here.~
((Why why why. Ammy's an annoying little bugger. : D))
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Post by Dimitrii on Jun 10, 2005 19:00:12 GMT -5
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So you've come to taunt me and drive me insane. Your worse than a murder of ravens. He thought, a cold glare remainin in his amber eyes. Why, Why, Why. You dont do anything better.
He continued clawing at the forest floor, swiping the decayed leaves and soil to the side. " Your one to know so much. All this Koran Revenge was your closest's friends selfish idea of getting her revenge at the Balkar. And I refused to let such foolishness pass." Markaz snarled, remembering the anger that Demon brought out, and how, at first, she had him going, until he saw all that would be wasted.
" If it was my choice, you wouldnt be alive. Why would I believe a wolf I've never met, that someone I love in in trouble. Besides, No one that I care for is out there, so that messenger would be slayed for being foolish. You don't know me, and you wouldnt know how hard it would be to win my trust. But its not my choice, is it?" Markaz snarled at the wolf.
He knew he didnt have to be so cold, but the fact that the question was asked by someone he didnt even know, made him think it didnt matter what he said. The fact that the drappa wasnt around, made him think that he was in charge, and he began to feel the power and command flow through his blood and mind. He felt the aggressiveness of his claws as they teared at the surgace before him.
"And Demon..." He said softer now, a still twisted angry voice. " It was off the wrong foot from the start. The way I see it, it went no where. I'm the same wolf that I was before. In the end, Demon, The entire thing...Its all just slowing me down." He snarled coldly.
"Now, if your done, return to your pack, before I bring your blooded corpse to your pack mates. Or better, ... To Demon herself. "[/glow]
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Amaroq
Sikla
~I remember~Proud Healer and Emmisary of Koran~
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Post by Amaroq on Jun 12, 2005 13:03:11 GMT -5
~ “Selfish?” She said softly. “I wonder.” There was a long pause while Amaroq considered what he had said, rearranging what she knew about him, ideas taking shape in her mind. Then she gave a quick smile and said, “Yes. Of course. How very very foolish of me. I can see how you could not trust any on sight. Why would you need or want to? If you trusted them, then they might get in your way, and then you would simply kill them or turn from them, no matter what it did to that one you once cared for.” The smile twitched, then died. Angry at herself for letting emotions get in the way of what she wanted to find out, she swiped at the ground with a paw, sending up a small cloud of leaves and debris. She was starting to not like this wolf very much. He seemed to want power above all things. This fact made things slightly more complicated. Golden eyes became thoughtful instead of mocking. And yet....despite all this he and Demon were remarkably similar, except for the fact that she had no reason to doubt Demon. This varg troubled her, but not enough that it would wreck her new plans. Finally coming to some solution, she shook casually, thick ebony fur rising, then falling back into place. Then she sat, giving a silent answer to his question of whether or not she would leave. Quietly, head held defiantly high, she said, “I have no pack, and all my pack mates are dead and gone, except for Demon. And doubtless the dead would welcome me home.” Sadness pricked her heart, but she continued. “So no, I won’t be leaving yet. You probably wouldn’t live very long if you delivered my corpse to Demon.” That said, she met his amber gaze and waited. “Tell me about your time with your...former...mate.” It wasn’t a question.~
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Post by † Demon † on Jun 12, 2005 15:56:53 GMT -5
Oooh, don't I have a lot to catch up on... [glow=black,2,300]
The ebony femme had laid completely still through most of their conversation, yet when Markaz's attitude had done Demon's tolerance enough, she couldn't remain hidden. Standing upon her paws, she dug her claws deeply into the ground, her muscles bulging under her ebony color.
Treading around the circling terrain, she rustled leaves in the north, then in the south, and then in the west; loving the effects of her eerie behavior. Once silence had blended into the atmosphere, plumes of dark breath parted from her maw. Walking strongly from the shadows, only a mask of shadow covered the right side of her face; the scarred eye tinged with a cold-evil tinge; her pelt beautiful in its matted set. "Greetings and salutations," she breathed coldly, a smirk stealing her darkened muzzle. "How lovely to see you Markaz," she threw him a sexy wink, before turning coldly to face the smaller female, Amaroq. "Good day, my friend, I hope Wolfbane is treating you well... "
Smirking once more, she walked completely out of the jaded shadow, "Oh dear," she mocked cruelly, watching Markaz's expressions, "haven't you missed me?" Smiling, she walked past Markaz, her body pushing near his, her tassel purposely flickering seductively near his farcade, "Well," she breezed finally her tone dripping with passionate desires, "I have to say I've missed all your fiery passion in the caves... deep at night, warm, fur sticking together, the sweet smell of given lovings..." Smirking, she held his gaze constantly, her insane glitter so strong in the green orbs; and with a last drawling chuckle, only three other words passed her lips "I love you..."
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Post by Dimitrii on Jun 15, 2005 14:56:18 GMT -5
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" Ha. I love your sense of humour." Markaz snarled, a sarcastic tone twisted his voice. " You see it like plain reasoning. I guess I am just a murderer who kills for pleasure. Cleans his problems by all mean necessary, primarily by fatal force. Cares only about running the world around him. A dictator. Arn't you just the smartest wolf I know. "
The second scent passed through again. And he remembered. A smart wolf. Not Very. He could see what Demon was aiming for. Trying to bring him back to her, trying to make him collapse like he always used to. Making him blame it on himself all along. One wouldnt like long like this. He'd try Tarkah to do it too. It wasnt the first time.
" I feel that I'm begining to know you too." He said softly, retracting his claws from the soil. "Close friend of Demon, like sisters you could say. Deprived of a family, a pack, and grow angry with those so harmful to close ones. Your here on your own accord of curiousity. That why would I hurt your sister. He looked up to the she-wolf. A snarl etched his throat "Yet you slowly drive the same dager into my neck. The one she drove so far. Sisters tend to stick together, cause I know, you did lie. You didn't come on your own accord. Had I let myself go to Demon, I'd still have never even know that you existed. Now I know how much I can trust you."
Turning to the side, he noticed the devil herself stride in ever so casually. He felt his claws tighten with anger. The way she looked at him, treated him, acted like nothing ever happened.
" I love your humour too, Demon." He snarled at the faemme. "You act so merrily, like you and I are the strongest, most beautiful couple. Like nothing has EVER happened between us. It's amusing, it really is. " Markaz snarled at her. "Have I missed you? Not really, but I'm sure you love the feeling when you used to make me collapse at your paws. I'm suprised that only now, my conscious has reached me."
" Your friend was just asking Demon. Why dont you tell her about how perfectly we got along? I'm sure I'd love to hear the romance once more." He snarled sarcastically.[/glow]
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