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Post by Synrath on Sept 28, 2005 9:56:24 GMT -5
An ebony shape walked through the packlands of Koran. It's mercury hued eyes were downtrodden, holding a broken look within them. He had failed. His pack was no more, and he had left, a failure at what should've been his greatest triumph.
He glanced back, checking on the pair of smaller shapes that followed behind. How could they look at him now with anything but disgust? He pondered this, wondering if they could.
Silver eyes raised up to the heavens, and his call echoed outward, calling out o the Dragga and Drappa of Koran.
The broken Dragga had returned.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 28, 2005 20:34:51 GMT -5
A golden sun was just beginning to creep over the horizon, casting an unearthly glow on the canopy. The trees, mostly pines, were still in the windless dawn. A few larks chirped ushering in the new dawn. Below them lay a light mist, common to this time of year, weaving in and out of the trees in the chilly air.
Far from the densite, Phantom woke from a dreamless sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing bright yellow orbs that seemed to glow in the first rays of light. She lay where she was, feeling the normal confusion and uncertainty of awakening. After a while she pulled herself to her feet, arching her back as she stretched her hind legs. Then, yawning softly, she shook out her dark pelt, and trotted toward the border.
The she wolf seemed to float as she trotted through the mist, her steps quick and never faltering. Her name suited her well; she truly looked ghostlike.
Phantom paused as her eyes caught the faint silhouettes of three travelers, one looking very familiar. Phantom approached them, appearing suddenly out of the fog.
"Bryr...?" Her voice teemed with worry as she got a better look at him. Something was terribly wrong. Phantom bounded toward him and his two young followers.
"Bryr! Dear Tor, you look awful! Are you allright?"
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Post by Synrath on Sept 29, 2005 16:30:43 GMT -5
Bryr grinned a humorless smile. "I'm just... great." he growled. "Phantom... thats you, isn't it?" His silver eyes seemed flat, no longer the pools of molten silver they had once been. "It's been quite a while. Last time I saw you... I was still Dragga of Ge-rad." his eyes hardened instantly at the very mention of Ge-rad. He hated the name now, hated it as much as he hated his brothers murderer.
He smiled, and nodded to the pair of cubs. "These two are the only part of my family left." he growled quietly. "Ric, Liam, say hello to Phantom."
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Post by Kahuri on Sept 30, 2005 9:12:46 GMT -5
Paws fell gently upon the ground as the limpid hued fae padded along. Through the mist she walked silently, taking care to keep the solem silence of the woods. She raised her head as the first warm rays came through the canopy and settled upon the earth and her face. The femme paused to admirer the scene, so mystical and almost unreal. It was these mornigs that she enjoyed roaming about, while the others still slept. However, suddenly from the quiet of dawn a howl rose into the sky. Quickly the young she-wolf turned, ears scooping the sound from the air. Who may this be? She pondered, for she had never truly meant one with such a sorrowful call. Yet, there was a familair hint to it, reminding her almost of... Finally she simply made her way towards the cry.
Kahuri peered from behind the thick trunk of an old pine. Her emerald hues fell upon a gray Dragga. His eyes were a striking meticlic-like silver while his pelt was the deep color of ash. There was a sad sort of aurua to him, a mourning sort of look that swirled about him. Her eyes shifted to another, Phantom, she semed to know this stranger. However, Kahuri simply stayed where she was. Not wanting to interupt but it felt quite wrong to be eavdropping like this. But her paws remained rooted to the ground, refusing to budge.
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Amoria
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Post by Amoria on Sept 30, 2005 9:31:04 GMT -5
Amoria was taking a daily run through the morning air. She felt the cool breeze brush against her shoulders. The leaves and pine needles strown across the forest floor. The sounds of life. She noticed several vargs, one was Phantom as she knew partially, the other 3 she did not know. She saw Kahuri near a behind a pine tree. She snuck closer and asked,"What is happining over there?"
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Post by magic on Sept 30, 2005 20:38:09 GMT -5
Ulric frowned, his strong creamy muzzle following the movements of his father, he was concerned, yes, but Bryr had become very dishearten since the downfall of Ge-Rad. Truthfully he and William hadn’t stayed long enough to get attached to the pack, instead they’d only been there for about a month, and the lands were just as deserted then. When his father stopped, so did he, he looked up as his dad cried to the territory that he and his brother didn’t even know of.
William was just as dishearten, he had been looking forward to being the son of a Dragga, and he was for a while, but now they were homeless, the lands that he knew so little of now were just as foreign to him as the territory that he was traveling into now. Koran was one he’d heard of once, but he had never mentioned it to his brother. He’d never felt the need to. His slender white body traveled slowly and in sleek contrast to Ric’s muscular and bulky form.
The two brothers were introduced to a she-wolf, Phantom, Bryr had said. “Good day,” the two murmured in unison, neither of the two really felt like making pleasantries one a day like this.
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Amoria
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Post by Amoria on Oct 1, 2005 13:52:49 GMT -5
Amoria crept towards the group of wolves. The light of dawn gleamed brightly off the vargs pelts. The whitish vargs looked not to much older, but they were still pups. Amoria sprinted towards the group of varg that seemed like they had lost something,very close. She aproched them with cation and asked,"What are you doing here?" She waited for the vargs response...
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Post by Tarkah on Oct 1, 2005 16:41:32 GMT -5
A white wolf was floating through the bushes, her tail swishing as her paws whipped across the land. Her tongue hanging as she ran through the valley.Her steps began to slow, falling into a trot. Tarkah lifted her head into the cold wind, the air stinging her eyes as her eyelids curtained her golden orbs of sight. The ivory drappa padded on banking the bend of a river and climbing a low rolling hill. The winds brushed past her makign her fur sway in the wind's dance. Eyes blinking as she admired the silent beauty of the autumn skies. Summer had spread her wings and flew, across the land, chased by the force of autumn. Chased to the other end of the world where she coudl finally rest, and don her wings.
Tarkah watched as an umber hued leaf snapped and began to slowly float toward the forest floor, where a carpet of sand colored vegetatino began to form as the treetops glimmered with hues of red,orange and yellow, though thw twinklings of deep forest green still speckled the scenery.
Another rish of cold wind rattled Tarkah's frame, but along with the wind clung a traveller of scent. Ebon nasal's upturned into the cold breeze and picked out the perfumes of the varg's of koran. And also a far away scent of a neighborign pack. At once golden eyes expanded and head was thrown back as jaws unlocked to reveal a melodic howl as it merged with the winds barren screeches.
Paws snapped as the proud ivory drappa broke into another fast paced run. Her paws slicing the forest floor as the muscles in her haunches worked tirelessly to reach her destination.
Not long till later Tarkah slowed her pace and her screeching howl was heard filling the amber skies as she approched the clearing filled with wolves alike. Tarkah nodded to the three she wolves of koran with a smile and lowered her head, golden eyes searching through the crowd and falling onto a dark hued he wolf. Tarkah padded over towards him, her golden eyes returning to that gentle and serene gaze, one which had described the young white wolf seasons ago. But now it seemed as if it had returned. That nothing would be different from those days. "Bryrpaw?" Tarkah asked in exasperation. "My dear son, how have you been?" Tarkah asked. Now in another case Tarkah might have been terribly worried. But since the ivory drappa had been brooding for the past season she did not take enough care to visit her neighboring packs, nor felt the need or desire to exchange messages with the alphas with the use of howls.
"Dear Bryr what brings you here?" Tarkah asked in a low hushed voice. As her golden eyes travelled onto the two ivory he pups. "Oh and who are these two?" Tarkah said edging a few steps toward the Ge rad wolves and scentign the two pups with a smile. Tarkah then bent low and licked her son's muzzle. Golden eyes fillign with warmth
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Post by Amoria on Oct 6, 2005 19:07:14 GMT -5
"They have been here a while", Amoria smirked, "They've been here a long time." Amoria turned to face a varg that seemed strangly familiar and asked, "Why are you here anyway? You don't look like a Koran varg! So why are you here?" She turned to the other two, "And who are you might I ask?" She knew she was way to nosey and should stay out of other vargs business. But she just wanted to know...
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Post by magic on Oct 6, 2005 20:01:53 GMT -5
Ulric became indignant with all the questions that were directed to them. “We’re Vargs of Ge-rad!” Ric growled with pride, his chest puffing as he made himself look bigger, but he’d noted his acting out of line and retreated to his father’s side. “Aren’t we?” he looked unsurely to his twin, then to Bryr.
William seemed to have the same sentiments. Though a little more shy to enter the conversation, Liam nodded and also looked to Bryr. The only family that they’d truly known was him, and the only pack that they had cared to investigate was Bryr’s own. Both the brothers were confused as to the reason why they were here, but the recent events led them to believe that Ge-rad was no longer existent.
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Post by Shakó on Oct 6, 2005 20:45:59 GMT -5
A large white and faded silver male padded on the foreign grounds of Koran, his nose close to the ground. Finally, after many suns, he had caught the scent of a Ge-Rad, the unmistakable scent of the ebony male known as Bryrpaw.
Bryrpaw was the Dragga of the Ge-Rad pack, and Shako's father. Adopted father, that is. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't forget his birth father, the Dragga who Shakó once looked up to. But the memories had faded, with good times in his present life. Closely followed, by the bad. The Ge-Rad boundaries stood strong, but within it, it was empty and lonesome. It was because of his loyalty to his Dragga and father that he enter the unfamiliar territory.
Sounds alerted the young male of nearby Vargs. Shakó peered forward, and saw several other Vargs grouped together. A defiant scent of Koran, but it mingled with Ge-Rad. Shako could see the familiar whit pelt of Ulric, and the identical pelt that must belong to his brother. Among the two cubs, was Bryrpaw, and four other unknown Vargs.
With a feeling of hope, Shakó emerged near the group, looking a bit confused. It wasn't until now that he pondered why the Dragga had wondered here, along with Ulric and William. "Bryrpaw?" the young male asked from the back of the group. "What happened?" His voice quivered a moment when he caught sight of his broken father.
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Post by Tarkah on Oct 6, 2005 20:56:30 GMT -5
Tarkah watched the two young vargs. of white. both brothers and both identical to a point. Tarkah smiled. She knew them as her son's adopted sons. So she was their adoptive Granddam.
Tarkah smiled, "do not worry, you two you're safe here, nothign is goign to happen to Ge rad" Tarkah said with a definant spark in her eye. She grew up in Ge rad, but now she knew what was happening. Something was breaking down in Ge rad complex society and she was watching it crumble , but what could she do? Koran wasn't steady under the lone drappa's care.
She then turned to gaze at amoria and smiled "Not to worry" Tarkah said and side stepped a few feet and nuzzled the young she wolf. "This is my son," she said, motioning to the large dark hued varg, and these two his sons," she said as she blinked at the two young ivory males.
But before Tarkah could say anytthing else another white wolf had emerged from the dense forests. Tarkah eyed him, her eyes tunign into a death glare as she watch him shuffle through the group. But the scent of Gerad thick on his pelt calmed Tarkah and turned her fornw into a smile as she watched the male. "You must be another ge rad wolf?" she asked in wonder as she watched Shako pad over to Bryr. Though this was another grandcub of Tarkah, she had not learnt of the information yet. Tarkah let out a whine, "Dear Tor what has happened to my son's dear pack?" Tarkah whispered so quielty that only the wind could hear her words.
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Post by Kahuri on Oct 7, 2005 9:08:18 GMT -5
Kahuri stood behind the tree still watching the small group. Yet still to shy to come out. Phantom was there, and Amoria who was still asking questioned in which she could not help to smirk at. Tarkah suddenly walked by, the white Drappa going right up to the little meeting. Shifting from one paw to another, then finally stepped from her shelter and approached the others. Here was great unease in her belly, but it subsided as she came closer. There were too pups beside the storm gray Dragga, they looked no better than she felt. She had always had a soft spot towards young ones. That was why she became a story teller. Standing alongside Amoria, the limpid hued she-wolf sat gazing at the others. However remembering it was rude to stare she began to lick at her paw, pretending to try and remove a thorn wedged in her pad. Yet cold not help to glance up at the strangers, suddenly realizing whom he was! Tarkah’s son! No wonder his howl sounded so familiar! No wonder Phantom and Tarkah were so surprised! For a moment she faltered, now she did stare. Yet suddenly another pup wondered into up. He as also the pale color of white, like the other two... Maybe they were his sons? Yes, now that she paid more attention to there features she could make out some similarities. Finally Kahuri spoke, her voice smooth and kind; “Well hello.” Her tail wagged slightly and emerald eyes danced. They were from another pack, her eyes widened, Brypaw must be an alpha! How could she miss it? Maybe it was his sorrowful looked that hid it, or was it something else. She did not hear what Tarkah had whispered.
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Post by Synrath on Oct 10, 2005 21:46:11 GMT -5
Bryr gave a laugh. It wasn't his normal laugh, nay, it was the laugh of the damned. His eyes went up to his mother. "I am no Alpha. I am not even fit to be an Alpha's son. Ge-rad is no longer under my guard. It is... taken by another." Bryr's eyes flashed as he thought of the amber upstart who had takne his pack from him.
He turned to his sons. "Mother, these are my sons. I... I want you to take care of them." He couldn't meet their eyes. "There is something I must do...and I can't protect them wher I'm going." He met his mothers eyes. "It has to do with the river. I'm sure you remember Ice? I will follow her."
He looked heavenward, and barked another laugh.
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Post by Phantom on Oct 11, 2005 22:47:41 GMT -5
This has to be short. I'm not supposed to be online, and I have a ton of homework to do.. *slaps self*
Phantom could only sit there, silenced by shock. Her awareness left her. Her body became ridged as her old friend spoke, but she wasn't paying attention. Bryr... no longer a Dragga? What had become of Ge-Rad? Had they been wiped out by man, or sickness? Or had they simply walked away from the coal-pelted Dragga?
She gave a half-hearted greeting to Bryr's sons. Then, her eyes became blank once more. Lost in memories that swirled through her head. Then, she slammed back to reality when Bryr mentioned something about the river... and a pup named Ice, who had perished there months ago.
"It has to do with the river. I'm sure you remember Ice? I will follow her."
Oh, Tor...
"No!" Phantom leaped onto her feet, her yellow eyes flashing angrily. "No, you can't! I won't let you!" She paused, shocked at her outburst. Shaking her head, she glared deeply into the former Dragga's steely eyes.
"Throwing your life away, when you have so much to live for! Look at those two cubs! You took them in as your own kin, and they need you! Are you honestly mentioning suicide in front of them? Are you willing to abandon them, so you can drown yourself? How do you think they'll take it? Have you gone mad? You, Bryr, you of all vargs, should understand how it feels to be abandoned!"
Phantom lowered her head, growling. Her eyes still bore into Bryrpaw's, flickering with the fire of emotions; anger, confusion, threatening. But beneath the hard shell, deeper feeling lay hidden; worry, friendship, and determination.
"I won't let you."
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