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Denial
Jan 20, 2005 18:20:03 GMT -5
Post by Shiyune on Jan 20, 2005 18:20:03 GMT -5
((just starting off from where we left off))
Winds swept the harsh land, a torrent force that had no backing down as it sweeped the powdery snow everywhere. The land seemed deserted as the air crackled with bitter cold. All that was audible was the constant howling and shrieking of the winds and the rattling of gnarly and bare trees. The herla migration was taking place but the weather did not always permit a good day for a hunt and for some odd reason, this season’s herla population seemed to dwindle.
Upon a ridge trekked a femora. Her back against the wind and her head dipped avoiding the wind and snow from stinging her façade. Sakita snarled and shook her pelt once more, ridding it from the thin ice particles, slowly freezing and clinging onto the thin hairs that carpeted her bodice. Her pelt a ravishing ivory with a layer of tan brushed upon it and her eyes a burning hue of icy cyan. Sakita padded on not knowing where she was going but still she crept on. Her stomach was clawing for a taste of flesh, anything as long as it got it. The young pup was growing thin and had not eaten well for the whole winter.
Sakita was a loner. She was alone since her late pup hood. No her pack was not killed, no they did not kick her out and no she did not get captured and taken away. Sakita smirked her black-rimmed eyes scanning the winter terrain. She eyed a trio of vargs; though they were specks from afar Sakita could tell that they were of the same kind as her. Sakita continued her pace, this time she had somewhere to go, she would scope the trio of vargs, perhaps the would have gotten food.
The mind of Sakita swam as she remembered back in the days and how she had gotten to be a lone Kerl. She was young and had not learnt how to hunt yet. Her mother had died, from a hunting injury or whatever, Sakita could not remember. But as soon as she was able to wander out of the den her father had gotten a new mate and then had pups. Sakita kept on wafting further and farther away from them until the point where she had no feelings for her pack anymore. One night she came upon one of her step pups and crouched low. A sense of anger piercing through her. She wanted to kill this mere pup. This worthless being. Though she hated the pack, she still loved her mother and if her mother had not died then this little scoundrel would not be here. Sakita had lowered her jowls ready to hear that ear splitting snap but for some odd reason she had stopped herself from doing so. Instead she gave the young pup a scar and watched it bleed as the pup howled and scampered away. Sakita smirked the next morning her father would see this and know what he had done. Silently, Sakita stole away and headed for the new lands, over the mountains and into the Carpathian valleys.
Sakita paused her walk, as the wolves were now a few yards away. She could see them clearly now even their thin wispy breath upon the pinching cold air. There was two faes and one Mann. Sakita cocked her head and advanced. Her tail straight out behind her as she entered the area of where they stood. Sakita growled a greeting and froze a few feet away. Would they be hostile and chase her away? Sakita blinked awaiting the next action drawn to these vargs. Sakita relaxed her muscles. At this time of harshness she could expect the harsh chasing and hostility over such a kill for it was a rare one. But Sakita waited still, incase, just maybe they would let her in.
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Damien
Sikla
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Denial
Jan 20, 2005 18:33:50 GMT -5
Post by Damien on Jan 20, 2005 18:33:50 GMT -5
Aspen’s spine curled with a strong disliking for Tocho’s wavering dominance. Her mind urged her to lunge for the meat that lay so peacefully in its own cold blood. The sweet trickle of the thick fluid sliding down her throat and quenching her appetite starved and toyed with her stomach. She awoke from her dream like state as Tocho spoke, asking her a question she was hesitant to answer. She replied in her own shrewd tone, “Why do you bother to familiarize yourself with my name now, when we will become enemies in the next moment..”<br> Her eyes phased from the carcass to Tocho, she, just as he was, calculated all she would take if by spur of an instant she decided to flee from both Mist and the male. It was true, what Mist had said, they truly didn’t know each other so Aspen was reassured that if she fled there would be no hard feelings.
An ebony paw coursed with grains from the rocky ledge that scatted over the flocculent fur like stars dispersed on a mid-night sky, timidly pressed against the gravel pulling the rest of the body with it. Aspen progressed toward the cadaver that tainted her thoughts with images of a starving winter if she lost its supplements to Tocho.
Warm breath curled in the distance as a beige hue stood out amongst the pure snow. Keen emeralds slowly picked up on the frozen statue that paused in her weary travels to speculate friend or foe between them. Her lips curled as she circled to the opposite side of Tocho’s figure standing next to the elk, she now faced both strangers. Her tempered silence throbbed with an irritation of the unfamiliar. Aspen’s defense rose higher with each new variable entering the situation.
The young lignite omega withdrew her advancement toward the corpse and lowered her stance. Her muscles tightly contracted to that of a coiled spring ready to make a leap for her life if Tocho didn’t respond to her threat.
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Liberté
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Denial
Jan 21, 2005 17:39:32 GMT -5
Post by Liberté on Jan 21, 2005 17:39:32 GMT -5
As the she-wolf’s vertebra arced like a mad cat, Tocho creased his brow and warped his nose in his own display of aversion. He had grown up without any rules aside from that of a savage man, never bowing to a fae and never cleaning his maw after a kill. The anarchism of his thoughts was restrained, for lawlessness is a form of governing itself, and the rebellion of this female before him was making his blood boil. “You talk as if I could never hurt you,” he rumbles in his chest to assert his own domination in retort to her unsolicited attitude.
It was not a secret to him, for his own spectacles trailed on hers from him to the herla cadaver, attempting to learn of which share she was aiming to get at in hopes of stealing it away from her gaze. If it had been any other female opposing him, especially alone, Tocho knew that he would have been gone, his paws not even plowing through the snow, but rather tiptoeing above the packed ice. Something was holding him back though, causing him to persevere in his rigidly defiant stare with his ears and tail stiffly held high.
Then, as livid pads of shadow grappled its claws into the earth to pull it towards the kill, he mirrored. In his eyes the rock-freckled ground mirrored the harsh pavement of the sky and its own pebbles of white. The once smoldering appetite failed to stir in his mind, the only idea in the corridors of his mind was the burning craving to put the radical in her place with tooth and claw. They trickled through his every vein and between every bit of bone and fiber that held his body together. Tocho would put the femora in her place.
Tocho envisioned his blow to the psyche of the onyx wolf and he coils his glower up in a malevolent grin, ivory soldiers polished against pale gums. “Come,” and he chances a lingering glance to the approaching taupe she-wolf that enters the gathering with hesitance. Hackles erect, he motions for her with his snout to stand in conjunction with himself before turning knives back towards the black one. In his glare he spun the words to Aspen, of how the fight had been even if it had been him against her and Mist, but now he had one up. Confidence and rivalry was unfurling its wings.
How foolish it was for anyone to taunt a youthful kerl with the passion to fight, even for an adolescent fae with that same fetish for physical competition. Muscles and ligaments strained towards the single purpose as ears flattened brusquely upon his name. Without warning his hindlegs released and sent him airborne with open jaws, over the slain elk and towards Aspen’s throat. Tocho didn’t endeavor to kill the only one he had taken liking too, but he did want to show her he wouldn’t back down.
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Denial
Jan 22, 2005 23:42:30 GMT -5
Post by Shiyune on Jan 22, 2005 23:42:30 GMT -5
Optics of curiosity unfurl as they scan the area. Hackles shifted upon the traveling wind as her dial turned, facade facing the trio and the one lone male. Paws daunted, shifting ever so slightly upon the carpet of frost. Tension filled the atmosphere as the shrieks of freezing currents of air stroked the frost cursed lands.
Sakita briefly brought her gaze to the fae. Mist. She seemed to be the quiet one, the one without much background or reason to be here other then the lingering scent of the kill. The perfume of flesh held its hands out to the vargs aiding them in the rise of bloodlust a true instinct in that of a carnavore. Though Sakita could sense the hesitance of mist, her wanting to just lunge at the carcass but the presence of Tocho acting like a force field.
Sakita stood still and silently waited as she saw Tocho react to the varg, Aspen. Cocked crania tilted Sakita watched on silently, though every once in a while she stole a glance at the venison that was lying betwen Tocho's paws. Pink fleshy tongue ran along ebon lips as the aroma curled up her nares.
The sudden bark of the male brought Sakita back to conciousness. She growled as she heard the orders Come. Come? Sakita glared. She would not be bossed around by one she hardly knew. Paws struck the cold terra with a thump of disregard. Sakita did not feel the need to challenge the male nor obey his orders. Though the kill seemed to pull her in, like a line and sinker. She was the victim. Sakita brought her gaze upto the varg and gingerly she stepped though her head high enough to create a state of assurance. She paused when she got a few feet away from the kill.
The tan she varg waited for the male to apply his instinctive dominance on her but yet it did not come. Instead he directed it to the ebon femmora. Cyan orbs turned and sight fell upon the List varg. Tension grew once more when at last a move was made. A body flew with a snap of back legs as Tocho made his way towards Aspen. Sakita watched on tryign with all her might to take her attention away from caracass..
(eew sucky post I'm sorry guys!)
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Denial
Jan 23, 2005 23:00:55 GMT -5
Post by Mist on Jan 23, 2005 23:00:55 GMT -5
[shadow=purple,left,300]Mist watches the two younger vargs warily, realizing that any second could bring for a bloody storm. She sees them eyeing each other, and summing up their chances, chances for winning a fight - with or without help. The young fae decides what she will do if it ever comes to that. For she will not let them kill each other, for there is no reason to die now... Aye, prey is scarce, and life is precious in this harsh, cold winter, but prey is not that scarce, and life can be kept without killing others needlessly. As Tocho leaps forward in a blurr, and, almost without thinking, Mist hurls herself forward, planning to knock him out of the way - out of his line of attack. She snarls, showing sharp, white teeth in warning.
(OOC: meh, talk about crappy post... sorry, but I realized that if I didn't post in here now, it probably wouldn't ever happen...)[/shadow]
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Damien
Sikla
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Denial
Jan 25, 2005 18:34:28 GMT -5
Post by Damien on Jan 25, 2005 18:34:28 GMT -5
“You talk as if I could never hurt you.”
Tocho’s voice was harsh and strict in his question. His hesitant nature that at first wavered from thought to thought faded into a hidden strength. But as the carcass’s smell continued to provoke Aspen’s will she did not deny her own dominance from transpiring through her silent gestures. Although the male’s sudden change in attitude had mildly surprised her there was still Mist to help her if she needed it. Only a moment would be needed to return to the protective shield of soft fur. Abruptly, a familiar scent averted her concentration. Aspen kept still and only glanced out of the corner of her eye to see the beige whelp that she had encountered before, Sakita, what side would she take?
Tocho gave a luring whisper directed at Sakita, and a maddening jealousy swept throughout the lignite fae; He was willingly inviting another female into this? What was he playing at? Aspen snarled to herself, she now had enough of his supposed superiority and just as her gaze slid back to that of the splashed russet male, he had swiftly sprung from his position before her. His angered face intensified as it neared in what seemed like an eternal time. A panic fright consumed the femora’s eyes, their nature swirling with an ecstatic fury. In a slur of movement a gray shape mantled itself over her young body, Aspen’s mind raced to catch up with all that had happened so quickly. Her mane bristled as her pounding heart gradually replaced her fear with an assertive adrenaline that coursed through her blood stream sending confidence to every atom of her being.
((uhhh... >_> yup my post.. *hides*))
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Denial
Jan 26, 2005 21:36:57 GMT -5
Post by Shiyune on Jan 26, 2005 21:36:57 GMT -5
A breeze swept the tension throughout the vargs atmosphere. Sakita no longer hesitated as thescent of the elk aroused her but her attention was drawn to the escapade that Toch and Aspen had created.
Paws crunched the snowy terra as she advanced but stopped. She side glanced the grey she varg, Mist. Sakita could sense somthing wavering upon her mind, like an unset decision. What was she thinking? But just then the Deor fae sprung and stood in the way of Tocho.
Sakita barked quietly and moved, her paws shifting through the tundra-like ground and moved to Aspen. Sakita raised her maw, "What is goign on?" she asked her optics darting back to Tocho and Mist. Sakita blinked waiting for the next motive of Tocho, he would not be happy with Mist's actions.
The tan femmora peeled her gaze away and swung it back onto Aspen. Sakita cocked her head. She felt a strong vibe coming from her. A fiery rage seemed to evergrow in Aspen, or so it seemed. Sakita hushed herself and for some odd reason she felt subordinate to the Black Aspen, when Sakita had never before let anyone dominate her. She always wanted to be the superior, that was why she would not take orders from tocho. Sakita stood still as things escalated. She could feel it like a rope, clutched at both ends and soon being pulled inward, closer and closer unti lthey reached the middle.
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