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Post by Keechak on Sept 6, 2005 18:54:43 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]The black varg sliped threw the trees near the Koran border. She could smell a familer scent there. A scent that was filled with great memories. It was the scent of one that she loved like a sister.
It had been so long since last she had seen her dear friend. The raven varg only hoped that this drappa would welcome her graciously.
As the she-varg drew closer to Koran land thoughts flooded her mind. What had her friend been doing since the great distruction that had racked these lands so long ago it now seemed like nothing but nightmare. Did the white varg know what had become of The great Arctic wolf, her brother. The raven varg had searched all the land for her beloved mate but now found no signs of him. It was as if he had never exsisted. And lastly what had become of the pround Frecne wolves? Her old Pack, As Drappa of the Frecne she had failed terrably lossing every member because of the great distruction.
The varg finally reached the Koran border and lifted her head in a mornfull howl full of love, friendship, longing, and fear of the unknowen. [/glow]
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Post by Phantom on Sept 10, 2005 21:00:55 GMT -5
While Keechak padded along, another she-wolf patrolled the Koran borders. Her lean body stiff with concentration as she paced, gracefully, amongst the trees. Her muzzle was low to the ground, picking up the usual traces; members of Koran, a rabbit, a fox ... everything was sound.
Phantom paused and shook herself, her dark brown pelt gleaming in the sunlight. A scarlet tongue lolled out of her lips, panting in the heat of the day.
"Quiet today, isn't it?" She asked to nobody in particular. "Ah well. We haven't had a peaceful day in a while."
The Co-Drappa was about to head back to the dens, when a howl sounded. Phantom's auds twitched as she listened. The note was pure, sending a message of friendship and peace, with just a slight hinting of worry.
Phantom sprang towards the call, then, suddenly, she saw the intruder. A ebon drappa, withered by travel and time. Phantom's hackles rose defensively at the sight of the stranger. Even though her call had been peaceful, Phantom remained cautious. With her tail lifted, a dark banner symbolizing dominance, she began padding to the trespasser.
"Why have you come to our territory? What is it you seek here?" she asked, in a both friendly and wary manner. "What do you call yourself?"
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Post by Tarkah on Sept 21, 2005 20:24:34 GMT -5
Tarkah padded through the brush of Koran, her black auds flickering as she padded swiftly through the dense copse. Golden eyes flickered as she looked about in wonder and pause to note that the aspen and the oak, the birch and the maple had all grew a bit taller that season.
With a content smile Tarkah continued her stride and padded deeper into the Koran territory.
She then paused when she heard voices and then a howl. Ears cocked to the side in curiosity. Auds then pricked upwards in caution as she lifted her nose into the air and scent the particles. She wrinkled her nose and wondered. One of the scents she could clearly see to be that of Phantoms. But the other was unknown to Tarkah. Yet somehow it was so familiar.
Tarkah padded closer, her tail erected high in the alpha pose as the fur along her spine and neck stood on end as she padded through the dense bracken. Golden eyes scorched the land and saw Phantom. Her attention pinned on an older raven black femme wolf. Tarkah cocked her head. The azure eyes of the she wolf knocking some recognition in Tarkah. Then she remember Ge rad. "Keechak?" Tarkah barked out loud.
Her eyes searchedthe ebon pelted wolf in wonder. Where in Tor had this wolf gone? "Keechak..is that really you?" Tarkah asked in wonder. She then looekd to Phantom and smiled, "Not to worry Phantom, Keechak does us no harm."
The ivory she wolf said and padded towards the co drappa with a warm smile and nuzzled her affectionatly. "This here is Keechak. I grew up with her, well she watched over me I guess you could say. We both belonged to Ge rad, and she is my sister by Tor(law)" Tarkah said smiling but at the moment her face fell. Where was her brother? Surely the two would have been together and yet here stood one of two pieces. Tarkah whined. She had hoped and prayed that they would be alright.
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