Suta
Cub
The night is my sanctuary, my hunting grounds, while day is my disguise.
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Post by Suta on Feb 26, 2005 17:52:20 GMT -5
As night hovered over the land, many Lera closed their eyes and sleep conquered them. Mostly Varg and other Putnar were awake. Deeper in the woods a single shadow moved, heavy paws striking the earth. Two bright golden eyes shone through the darkness and glimmered to a subtle golden-red color. The eyes could see perfectly clear in the still darkness of the night. As the shadow stepped into the moonlight, it became clear it was a pure black female Kerl.
Suta looked about her, seeing nothing but darkness. She raised her head to the stars and let out a long, low howl, hoping someone would call. Her voice echoed eerily through the woods and, as if triggered by her voice, a small wind picked up in the trees. She held the note for moments then her voice died away. The young Varg glanced about her and meerely waited, her ears falling flat against her skull in despair. She sniffed the air, trying to catch a scent. If a pack had marked their territory here, she'd have to ask Tratto's blessing, but so far no answer to her howls. She trotted on.
After a few paces, Suta stopped again, raised her muzzle, and let out her eerie howl once more, not as long, though a bit louder. As she let her voice free, she wondered if she'd ever belong to a pack, or remain a Kerl forever. She knew not. Oh, how wonderful it would be to run with a pack, with a family. She looked up to the sky in a daze, her eyes glazed over with her dreams. Would anyone answer the calls of a Kerl? Hopefully, yes. But what if she found another Kerl, or many Kerl....and start her own pack?
Strange how simple it all sounded.....though nothing was simple in her life anymore. As a cub, everything was easy. She had a family, or, atleast, a mother. But that was good enough for Suta. Her mother was strange, though mostly in her appearence. Black and white fur, one blue eye one yellow, as alrge as a Drappa. Suta appeared like every other wolf, however. She had her mother's yellow eye and her black fur. She wondered if she had a sibbling with blue eyes and white fur. No...her mother said that Suta was the only one...all the others had died.
Suta tossed her head upwards again and howled, her voice echoing louder and louder by each note. Her voice had not only loneliness in them, but sorrow mixed in. The past was very strong and Suta hoped her future would be stronger and more pleasent.
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Risk
Sikla
.nietan of sarnes. [don`t you hear them?]
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Post by Risk on Feb 26, 2005 19:10:08 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]Wandering nearby was a young varg,brown flecks of fur staining his almost pure black coat.Running down his right front leg was a long,almost lethal scar;a scar that reminded him of unwanted memories.. Although the scar had healed,he still had to pay the toll of a slight limp in his stride..
The long calls came to his ears,and he lay his ears forward to take them in. Taking in a breath of fresh air, he raised his muzzle to the sky and emitted a long mournful reply from his scarred muzzle. His call too echoed through the skies,and he hoped it would reach the female.[/shadow]
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Suta
Cub
The night is my sanctuary, my hunting grounds, while day is my disguise.
Posts: 55
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Post by Suta on Feb 26, 2005 19:17:24 GMT -5
Suta stopped when she heard the reply and her ears turned towards the voice. With soft steps she trotted toward the Varg, a low howl coming from her throat in reply as she moved, drowning out the sounds of her steps. Soon enough, her shadow became visible ans she stood next to a large oak, her lean form outlined by the bit of light from the moon, her golden red eyes glistening slightly. Her youth was apparent. She stood only a few feet from him, just about five or six feet to be exact, and could see many of the scars.
"Are you part of a family, or a Kerl as myself?"
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Risk
Sikla
.nietan of sarnes. [don`t you hear them?]
Posts: 215
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Post by Risk on Feb 26, 2005 20:07:58 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300] He saw the form of a young female varg approach,and he lowered his head silently as she adressed him. The ebony varg opened his mouth to let out a sharp remark,but decided better of it. She just wanted a friend..Just like him.
"I am a wandering varg,"He growled softly,"No family,no friends." He didn`t,however,mention the fact that he was attempting to join the Sarnes pack...That was for him to know,not to spread around to Kerls..
"So I guess I am a Kerl like yourself,"He smirked,"Name`s Risk,you?" This Kerl seemed trustful enough,and plenty mysterious..Who knew? Maybe they could become friends..[/shadow]
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Suta
Cub
The night is my sanctuary, my hunting grounds, while day is my disguise.
Posts: 55
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Post by Suta on Feb 26, 2005 20:16:15 GMT -5
The only movement that come from her was a turn of the ear. She watched him with curiousity unil finally the flicker of a smile appeared.
"My name is Suta."
She replied in a low growl, still watching him curiously. She was unsure of what to think of him yet, but she was very curious if they could be friends.
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Risk
Sikla
.nietan of sarnes. [don`t you hear them?]
Posts: 215
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Post by Risk on Feb 27, 2005 15:43:23 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300] The varg saw her smile and it calmed him a bit. He loosened up and dared to take another step toward the Kerl. His tail rose slowly and he wagged it once just to assure her that he meant no harm.
"I`m guessing you`re knew to these parts Suta?"He growled softly,sitting down on his haunches. Her curiosity was shining brightly on her form,good health on his own.They would make a mighty devious team if they were to become friends...[/shadow]
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Suta
Cub
The night is my sanctuary, my hunting grounds, while day is my disguise.
Posts: 55
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Post by Suta on Feb 27, 2005 15:47:44 GMT -5
Suta tilted her head to one side when he stepped closer but still didn't move.
"In a way. I've been traveling and left these lands as a pup, just returned recently."
She replied, glancing up at the sky then back at Risk.
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Risk
Sikla
.nietan of sarnes. [don`t you hear them?]
Posts: 215
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Post by Risk on Feb 27, 2005 16:06:54 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300] Risk nodded,but the word 'family' came to mind and with it brought memories...He had promised Lupa,his foster mother,that he would be a Sikla like her..And never join a pack,she was all the pack he needed..But now he was so close to being accepted into Sarnes..What would he tell Lupa if he ever saw her again?
"I-I never had the chance to be a pup.."He growled,pretty sure that none of what he was saying was making sense to her,"I had to fight my whole life through..Fight and run..And hide my eyes from the world." The young ebony varg spoke in a quiet,solemn voice,and his eyes were focused on his paws,but mostly on that dreadful scar down his leg.[/shadow]
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Suta
Cub
The night is my sanctuary, my hunting grounds, while day is my disguise.
Posts: 55
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Post by Suta on Feb 27, 2005 16:11:36 GMT -5
Suta tilted her head to the side in a curious manner and watched him for a moment, unsure of how to respond.
"How long have you lived in these lands?"
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Risk
Sikla
.nietan of sarnes. [don`t you hear them?]
Posts: 215
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Post by Risk on Feb 27, 2005 16:18:29 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300] Risk looked up at her,half of him relieved that they had dropped the subject that was haunting his mind,yet half angry that she might`ve ignored him..
"I don`t live in just one forest.."He growled solemnly,"I find it hard to stay in one place for too long...I wander everywhere..The world is my lands.." [/shadow]
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Suta
Cub
The night is my sanctuary, my hunting grounds, while day is my disguise.
Posts: 55
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Post by Suta on Feb 27, 2005 16:23:08 GMT -5
A weary smile came to her as he answered. She lay herself down and rested her muzzle on her paws.
"I suppose we are more alike than I thought."
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Risk
Sikla
.nietan of sarnes. [don`t you hear them?]
Posts: 215
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Post by Risk on Feb 27, 2005 16:31:59 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300] Risk raised a brow at first but then smirked confidently,wagging his tail again.
"Guess so."He shrugged,"Perhaps we could assist eachother in the future." What the ebony varg was really trying to say was 'Maybe we could be friends?' but he would never say it flat out..That wasn`t how he was.[/shadow]
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Suta
Cub
The night is my sanctuary, my hunting grounds, while day is my disguise.
Posts: 55
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Post by Suta on Feb 27, 2005 16:34:20 GMT -5
She laughed and wagged her tail as well, raising her haunches in a playful manner and hoping from side to side, nipping at her paws.
"I suppose we could."
((OOC: sorry...in reality I'm happy 'cause I finished my homework so Suta's happy to. ^_^))
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Risk
Sikla
.nietan of sarnes. [don`t you hear them?]
Posts: 215
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Post by Risk on Feb 27, 2005 16:40:49 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300] ooc| xD lol..Yay! Oh,and I have another thing for you to be happy about.. ^^ You`re an official Cub now! -throws confetti- xD
Risk smirked,and rose to four paws,going down to a play bow. In reality,he was still a pup,he just liked to act as if he were older,it made him feel..Well..Stronger.
"Hey,"He growled,"Are you hungry? Maybe we could catch something.." [/shadow]
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Suta
Cub
The night is my sanctuary, my hunting grounds, while day is my disguise.
Posts: 55
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Post by Suta on Feb 27, 2005 16:51:13 GMT -5
((OOC: WHOOP! ^_^))
Suta chuckled and wagged her tail. She liked the idea of hunting and nodded eagerly.
"Sounds like fun."
She said with a lopsided grin.
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