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Post by luna on Jul 16, 2007 13:09:03 GMT -5
quellen Sie, das nicht gesund ist hervor, um zu irgendjemandes Selbst zu halten she said under her breath which was sticking in her mouth like the bad taste of carrion. Ick. Now she spoke up, Don't you get bored, being alone....well...you know what I mean. Scout stumbled over her words trying to let him know her intent. The she wolf yawned again and noticed how heavy her lids were, but she fought to keep them open. Tourniquet continued to confuse her, even thought she had traveled all over Europe learning different languages of both the wolves and the humans, observing how each one behaved but she had not seen many like the daemon before her. Tor's light began to dim in her eyes not that Fenris was waking but her battle of fatigue was not going well. Scout brought out the heavy artillery leaping to her feet. The black-pawed femme ran to the closest river, her huge paws carrying ever closer. Then she plunged into the freezing waters. Tor now was so vivid that she knew, or thought she knew that fatigue was gone for the night. 1,2,..3, a pair of white ears popped out from underneath the water line and then the rest of her head floated out of the water. The white she wolf started to swim to shore. Each one of her long legs kicking, her heart pumping warm blood to her appendages. Scout's run back was easier, with her being cold and wet. The ivory and ebony varg returned to the demon's presence hoping he hadn't left.[/size] W00t MUSE *dances*
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Post by Tourniquet on Jul 16, 2007 13:18:34 GMT -5
Tourn blinked in slight surprise when she bolted, tilting his head slightly before shrugging and lowering himself to the ground. He silently rested his head atop his paws, ears tilting forward to listen to the silance around him until the sound of running paws caught his attention.
He blinked as the female returned, soaked, he decided not to question it. He kept silent as he lay there, tail wrapping around him as he thought for a moment or two.
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Post by luna on Jul 16, 2007 13:36:41 GMT -5
As soon as Scout saw that the demon was still there, the varg sighed, she did not know why though. Maybe it was that she just sprinted like mad to the nearest river and back but what the hell. The ivory wolf tiled her head to the sky thanking Tor of the freezing waters. Scout imaged her mother eying her suspiciously, thinking she was up to no good. The she varg could see her mother's face so clearly. Stop it Scout, you know what will happen. she thought as she shook the memories but not before soft tears began to form. Lightly she layed down and covered her face with her black paws, muffling the sniffles that had started to come. Scout rolled her damp fur in the dirt and held her belly to Tor. The varg's skull turned away from the daemon. Her purple eyes, still filled tears, closed and she started to listen to the music of the night. The crickets, toads, young lera, all contributing to the soft sound.[/size]
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Post by Tourniquet on Jul 16, 2007 13:43:06 GMT -5
Golden brown eyes blinked, he could smell the sorrow on her but again he deciding not to say anything or move as such emotions awoke the demon within him and made him take control, he would rather avoid that.
Ears flicked back as he closed his eyes and thought quietly, wondering what the night would bring as it went on. He could only wonder now if it would bring anything good or any bad omens as it so often did before.
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Post by Wolfbane on Jul 16, 2007 13:49:12 GMT -5
Alright, kids, this is mostly for Luna Moth but serves as a general reminder - let's try NOT to put lyrics and their translations in our posts to make them longer! Wir sprechen Deutsch hier, so please don't post a translation! You may, however, PM someone the translation if they want to know what whatever you've said means. But you should be posting in ALL ENGLISH anyways, seeing as it is the dominant language of the forum. Send me a PM if you have any questions. Cheers, Wolfbane
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Post by luna on Jul 16, 2007 14:00:39 GMT -5
Scout realized want she was doing she wiped the tears in the dust and sank her jaws into her left for limb, letting the pain take her mind off of her mother. Scout tightened her jaws on her leg, sering pain shooting through her leg but she didn't mind it. After holding her jaws there for a few moments more the she wolf let her muscles relax and her jaws open. Her own blood dripped from her fangs, then with her pink tongue, Scout licked away the liquid. The saltness and the metallic tastes lingered. Slowly The ivory and ebony she varg layed her head on the dusty earth. Heavy lids started to cover amethyst eyes that should be bright with happiness but were dimmed with eternal sorrow. After over some time the she wolf let fatigue set in, and Scout soon was asleep. Dreams started to set in but there wernt any clear pictures just flashed of light and two wolves dancing to another one of mother's songs. But it wasn't sad, it had a moderate beat and cheerful cords, the lyrics were all muffled, but the beat spead up leading the wolves into a wilder, less, gaurded dance. With out her noticing her ears and paws twiched softly in the dirt. k wuff thanks for the tip
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Post by Tourniquet on Jul 22, 2007 15:25:21 GMT -5
Tourn watchd her silently from his spot nearby, wondering what could be going through the she wolf's mind as she slept. He noticed her slight movements in her sleep and it only served to peak his curiousity.
Suddenly throbbing pain began in his skull, forcing him upon his fours. Grunting in agony he closed his eyes tightly as the pain intensified and a dark shadow, built up of black flames, began to form nearby. Yellow eyes glared evilly at Tourn as the black muzzle opened in a twisted smirk of amusement.
"Well well, Tourn....It's been far too long." the demon hissed in the darkness toward his host. Tourn could only glare at the other, fangs at the ready in case they were needed. Why was he here now? It had been so long since he had shown his face.
Tourn snarled as the beast turned it's glowing yellow eyes to the sleeping Fae. Tourn growled, he didn't want other's to get involved in his problems. The other's eyes soon turning back to him and his smirk grw wider.
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Post by luna on Jul 24, 2007 3:32:50 GMT -5
Flashes of light consumed her mind, she jumped over beams of color in her dreams. The music turned in tone and beat, it became that of a horror awaiting for the exit of the main character in a story. The fae screeched to a halt with the change, she did not like it and refused to move another step. Pictures came forth flashing to horrors that lay within their ink. Splashes of red and black covered each image, but beneath the uncured ink, an image of a mother varg leaving her pups to die. More of these images came forth each one more heart-ripping than the last. Scout did not deny the true of her past that had been so plainly been painted out before her in her mind. No she had accepted her sad fate of being pledged by nightmares that would consume her for hours under Tor's beautiful ruling from the sky above. The bi-colored fae slept on her mind drifting into a dim and dark vortex of her nightmare. Letting her mind slip away from reality,as she remained oblivious to what was partaking in the real world around her.
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Post by Tourniquet on Jul 26, 2007 14:46:03 GMT -5
Golden brown eyes glowed in anger at the beast that moved so smoothly it seemed to almost glide across the earth, but that was not surprise as this was a phantom in all factors of life and reality.
The shadowed demon stood over the fae, smirking evily as it began to think and plot to itself on how to torment his host more and more as the seconds went on. He turned those soul piercing golden eyes back to tourn as that sickening amused smile curved his dark muzzle once more.
How easy it would be for him to kill this fae in her moment of repose, but where would the fun in that be? Gone, no fun at all really. The creature smirked and lunged, jaws clamping around tourn's throat and knocking him onto his back, his back paws kicking helplessly to get the demon off of him. So simple it would be to end this miserble excuse of fur, but he simply could not decide if he wanted to kill him slow or quickly, so hard to choose.
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Post by luna on Jul 27, 2007 10:26:18 GMT -5
her black nose breathed in cool air of the night but something was wrong. Why does the air smell tainted with death? Scout though to herself. Her amethyst eyes opened slowly to see a battle being taken place. Scout started to think of ways to help Tourn. A thought appeared in her head, it was throwing her self at the daemon, maybe it wound surprise him enough to relax his jaws so Tourn would be able to wriggle free. Her purple eyes glistened. The varg liked this plan since she knew she did not poses the strength to rip his head off or pull him off. Tor lend me your speed and strength a well as your courage. Quickly she rolled over to her feet and started to run toward the daemon and his victim. The white fae became a white streak, her paws seemed to barely touch the ground, but when they did masses of earth went flying into the still air. Then the fae launched herself into the air aiming at the daemon, hoping she would be able to do some damage.
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