Tourniquet
Sikla
Sikla Male of Koran
We have been here before
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Post by Tourniquet on Sept 21, 2007 18:22:36 GMT -5
The darkness was most unusual, it was also unnerving, but to his silent tormentor it was like a sort of evil paradise that would forever exist, the dark creature that resided ever so cruelly within his mindset lapped greedily at the inky blackness all around like a beast quenching it's terrible thirst, the sounds of his disgusting slurping reaching the varg's ears, making him grunt in distaste.
Suddenly those ears perked and swiveled forward like radar while he lifted his nose to the wind, the sounds and smells of fellow pack members fell upon his senses in such a soothing manner, slowly driving away the sound of the beasts horrible feeding. Long he had lived with the creature, the thing haunting his mind and sometimes appearing in the blackness of the night like a vengeful and murderous spirit.
But the sounds of his fellow pack mates drove all that away, strangely driving away some of his pain but not all of it. Quietly the silent sikla moved forward, paws landing silently in the soft earth leaving no evidence of his presence as he was downwind, quietly approaching the wolves nearby almost like a ghost himself.
Slowly he slinked out of the darkness and into the group, his brown gold eyes flickering in what little light there was, he recognized most of the wolves but one he did not know. Silently Tourn settled himself just outside the circle, watching silently as the sound of the beast's slurping faded to the back of his mind, ever present.
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Tarmalo
Sikla
Warrior-Bum of Koran
Where art thou? In a roastacalous roast, of course.
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Post by Tarmalo on Oct 1, 2007 7:51:31 GMT -5
I'm going to go ahead and wait for phantom's reply...then i'll type up mine
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Post by Phantom on Oct 31, 2007 13:50:33 GMT -5
Phantom stood still as Tarmalo respectfully answered her question. She looked down at the youngster carefully, her keen eyes slicing through the unnatural darkness and drawing in his every movement, even the subtle rippling of his fur in the breeze. Around her, she felt the presence of more Koranians joining the gathering. Tourn, the gentle yet troubled Sikla, and Sabla, a fairly new addition to the pack.
“Well said, Tarmalo. Your worth shall be proved in the seasons to come.” she addressed the newcomer, letting a small grin appear on her maw. “We welcome you into Koran.”
The Drappa looked up from Tarmalo and to her surrounding pack briefly, then lifted her head to the star-spattered sky and howled the song of welcoming. Phantom cracked open an eye and glared up at the evil darkness above.
Try all you might, whatever you are, she challenged. You may darken the world, but you will never darken this pack.
//very bad. Sorry for the wait, guys.//
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