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Post by Carnage on Mar 3, 2006 19:47:10 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]The two toned varg crept silently through the forest, his odd colored fur giving him an otherworldly appearance that suited his personality to a tee. Voices rang in his head as he slunk about, much like a serpant in tall grass would move. His muzzle was malformed into what some would call a smile, and what others would call a mark of insanity. Occassionally, silent laughter escaped his open maw, though what was funny, no one could guess. As his silent chuckling continued, steam crept from his gaping maw past his pearly white fangs, forming ghostly figures before his face that trailed behind him as he walked.
His build was large, but not fat. Thick muscle filled out his form beneath his black and orange coat. A long, scraggly tail trailed straight behind him, undertoned with the same bright orange found on his features, his underbelly and his two front paws. Along his dark spine was another patch of orange, giving him a mismatched and crazy appearance. the expresion he wore was disturbing, a sick smile stuck to his maw as his golden orbs shifted wildly, searching for anoyone or anything to manipulate.[/glow]
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 3, 2006 20:04:07 GMT -5
Loping through the woods Dakota's breath formed thin clouds of fog as it puffed out of his nose. His jet colored laegs were carrying him quickly across the path and the young rabbit that he had just killed swung from his mouth as he went. The young varg hadn't encountered anyone in a while now and slowly he was starting to accept if not enjoy the life of a kerl. It was a welcome change to the dark past that he was now pushing further behind him.
As he continued through the forest a stray stream of sunlight would somethimes break through the thick canapy of trees only to flash him in the face causing his deep emerald eyes to flash. Looking around Dakota didn't see anyone els around him and he could see an opening in the trees ahead of him. Coming to a stop he dropped his kill onto the ground and gave one more quick look around. Assured that no one was in sight he opened his black jaws and tore into the fresh meat. White teeth flashing in the sunlight.
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Post by Carnage on Mar 3, 2006 20:50:40 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]As he wandered, he would hear the occassional snap of twigs or rustle of shrubs. Knowing it was nothing he couldn't handle, he trekked on, the deranged look still plastered to his oddly colored face. In the distance, he heard the quick footsteps of what he guessed was a varg. It didn't seem possible, but the smile staining his maw somehow managed to spread even wider. It's playtime.... The clouds overhead blinded the bright eye of Fenris, shrouding the forest in the darkness that it was so used to by now. His amber eyes shone through the darkness, the orange streaks in them reflecting his madness as he approached the unsuspecting varg.
He came to a clearing, and it was there he stood, watching. Hidden by the shadows, he was unidentifiable to the dark varg he was spying on. Not that it would have seen him anyway...it was stuffing its face with what smelled like rabbit. Carnage's nostrils greatly welcomed the scent of blood, for it was a smell he was very used to. Since being outcast from his pack as a pup, his whole life had not only been a struggle to survive on his own, but he was also occassionally known to go after other varg. Whether to mess with their minds or distort their flesh, that all depends...
A few times he debated whether or not to speak, before finally deciding to let his voice ring out in the darkness..."What's a pup like you doing so far from their pack? Didn't your mommy ever tell you not to venture out alone...?" His tainted words dripped from his mouth like poison as they drifted about in the shadows. What direction they were coming from, the young varg could not tell, as they seemed to ring everywhere and nowhere at once...[/glow]
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 3, 2006 21:09:02 GMT -5
Looking up from his kill Dakota's dark coat brisled. He didn't want to be bugged right now, and definatly not by someone with such a smart mouth. Looking over in the general direction of the sound Dakota layed his thick ears flat on the back of his head and lifted his dark tail high in the air. He was not a Sikla and he would definatly not be treated like one. His velvet lips curled up in an evil grin as he continued to stand in the middle of the clearing. As his lips moved they revealed 2 straight lines of sharp white teeth paired with long dagger like fangs.
Growling deeply from his throat Dakota prepaired himself for whatever animal had just spoken. "Show yourself"..he growled viciously. "Only a coward hides in the trees instead of standing face to face". Dakota realized his somewhat vonarable position in the middle of the feild but he was large for his age and had enough cofindance to ensure himself that at least some damage could be done at the cause of his claws and fangs.
Twitching his jet colored ears from side to side he waited for the response...
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Post by Carnage on Mar 3, 2006 21:20:17 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]The sheer agitation of the young varg before him brought great amusement to Carnage's face, though it couldn't be seen in the shadows...A wicked cackle escaped from his gaping maw as he circled about the defenseless varg, making sure to keep from rustling bushes or stepping on twigs. His stomach-turning laughter echoed throughout the forest in a ghostly manner. One would speculate as to whether or not the black and orange varg was truly there or not, he was much like a phantom as he taunted his prey...
Continuing to circle around, he took the opportunity to size himself up to the black varg. He knew that he outweighed him and was a great deal larger, the pup wouldn't stand a chance in a fight against him, and in the case of the pup fleeing, his powerful, locamotive like body would charge quickly over the ground after him, not taking long to catch up... "Bold words for one so small..." He was like a serpent in the way he moved in smooth, effortless strides. His back was hunched like a grizzly bear as he walked with his head low to the ground, his firey gaze directed strait at the young varg...[/glow]
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 3, 2006 21:29:27 GMT -5
Dakota kept quite. Speaking would only result in more taunting and that was getting Dakota no where. Relaxing his body Dakota let his ears back up and dropped his tail, there was no use in waiting energy getting all worked up before he even saw this other varg.
Laying low in the lush grass Dakota put himself at eye level with whatever was coming. Even if he couldn't win the fight he would not cower and whimper like a cub on his first trip out of the den. Looking over at the forgotten rabbit carcus Dakota grimiced. He wasn't hungry anymore it seemed, and the meat would now only be left for the scavangers.
Why did this stranger even care about him...a young kerl. Not that it really mattered, the situation wasn't going to change and there was no use wondering about it. Setting his green eyes agian on the many paths around him Dakota waited for the stranger to come
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Post by Carnage on Mar 3, 2006 21:38:06 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]He stopped pacing for a moment and looked straight at the young varg, though he knew he was still invisable. He had no intention of revealing himself...yet. He would wait for the opportune moment. It seemed the varg before him was becoming more annoyed by the minute. And such brave words he had spoken...Did he really believe he could take on such a great monster as Carnage was? The very thought made Carnage chuckle again, his deep, growling voice rattling in his throat. "Come now, don't you have anything more to say? Or has your bravery fled like a weakened herla...?" He continued to taunt the cub. Knowing that he was beginning to get under his skin brought him great glee. Why was he harrassing this pup so? Simple- because he enjoyed the feeling of power. Once the pup saw him, he would not feel so brave and would definetely regret addressing Carnage as, 'coward'. He would make sure the dark varg would regret ever leaving his cave...For the time being, he just stood there, hdden in the shsdows, awaiting the response of the youngster.[/glow]
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 4, 2006 10:01:03 GMT -5
((Sorry my post are so crappy. I am trying to get the hang of working with your character))
Rolling on his back Dakota stared up at the sky and laughed. He was getting bored, and its true that the stranger was annoying him. Standing back up Dakota's dark coat gleamed in the sun. Turning away he proceded to walk away back into the forest. If this carg wasn't going to come out he wasn't going to hang around, but given the fact he had no where to go Dakota just picked a random direction and started walking. If he ran into this mysteryas wolf then so be it, that would be delt with when the time came.
As he got to the edge of the forest Dakota looked back once more at the quite meadow and shook his head. This day was becoming more and more tiring. Sighing he walked into the thick mess off trees and brush
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Post by Carnage on Mar 4, 2006 14:23:57 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]((That's alright, he can be hard to figure out...even for me! Still have to make him a Bio...))
Sensing this varg was getting bored, he was determined not to let him get away. Large black ears detected the varg's retreating footsteps and gave away his exact location. Rain trickled through the cracks in the looming trees overhead, and the forest was now almost black as pitch as Carnage made his way through the brush silently as he had come.
It seemed as if the opportune moment had finally arrived. He waited until the black varg had freed his mind of the experience that had so annoyed him, and let his mind wander on to happier times, or what he would venture off to do now. Now, that the annoying, cowardice varg shrouded in darkness was surely to leave him alone... Black and orange streaked the undergrowth as carnage followed the black wolf through the trees next to him, making a plan to cut him off.
All of a sudden, Carnage's horrifying face appeared right in front of the fleeing wolf. His breath bordered his insane face like a ghoslty mane of spirits. The pink of his tongue poked out from behind his razor-sharp fangs as Dakota was met, face to face, with his antagonist. Fire burned into the young varg's very soul as Carnage looked him straight in the eye with his own flame-like orbs. "You didn't answer my question, runt," he growled in his deep voice. His heavy, black body loomed tall over the pup, bringing the factor of reality and realization into this little game Carnage had created. The odds of this pup doing Carnage any damage were now realized..as being non-existent.[/glow]
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 4, 2006 20:48:59 GMT -5
Momenteraly surprised Dakota flinched as the varg's evil gril appered before him. His deep emerald eyes glowed in sharp contrast to the falling night and to the flaming eyes of Carnage. A slick smile appered on Dakota's handome face as he looked back at the wolf. Perhaps he wasn't so cowardly after all. But then agian Dakota had never really thought that to begin with.
"What is it you want", he snarled back. "I don't have time to play your little games, and I don't want to fight. But it appears as if you arn't going to leave, so really why are you even here?" Taking a step around him Dakota proceded to agian walk away. Presenting his back to the varg wasn't really the best of ideas but Dakota's young age made him recless. And unknown to Carnage he no longer had a pack, so there was really nothing for him to lose. Looking back over his broad sholder he waved his midnight tail in the wind and gave a cocky smile to Carnage before continuing on.
Twisting his dark ears back Dakota made it look like he was actually listening for the other varg. The stranger had already proved to be stealthy so he knew his ears would be useless. And even his nose seemed to fail him at the moment. The older varg was definatly proving to be a challange, more than Dakota had originaly thought anyway...
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Post by Carnage on Mar 4, 2006 23:26:43 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]A smile curled over his dark lips again, never quite absent from his maw. "What is it that I want?" He seemed to not only be taunting Dakota, but posing the question to himself as well. He chuckled deviously at his own question, his great body shook in convulsions of deep laughter before he calmed down enough to speak again, his tone as sinister as ever. "You're right, runt, I have no intention of leaving, I'll follow you wherever you go, my words will echo in your mind even after I'm long gone."
Dakota had started to walk away again, and Carnage could tell he was afraid. After all, what varg wouldn't be after encountering a beast like him? He was too large to engage in a 'fair' fight with most varg, and little Dakota was no exception. However, this varg walking away from him didn't do much to improve his attitude, which could turn extremely vulgar without warning...
Without seeming to disappear from where he stood, he soon found himself standing in front of Dakota again, blocking his path. There was no way to go around him, his bulking mass blocked the path completely. He was forcing Dakota to listen to his madness, even if it drove him to madness himself. "Your mommy didn't teach you very good manners, did she? It's not polite to walk out in the middle of a conversation...Or maybe its because you no longer have a family?" He continued to taunt the young varg. He had guessed by the sheer fact that Dakota was wandering, that he had lost his pack some way or another. Whether due to man, or a natural disaster, he wasn't sure. He did know that if Dakota did have a pack, he would have more trouble to deal with that just this sassy varg. No matter, he would destroy them all, one by one, just like he had before...[/glow]
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Post by desperado on Mar 4, 2006 23:37:21 GMT -5
"Pray tell, your mother didn't teach you any good manners. Being the reason that you are picking on someone much too young, how dispicable for a Kerl such as you to do so..." a deep voice, darkened with some sort of somberness became audable into the clearing. A large, slender Varg with pure gray pelt could be seen aproaching the two. A small knick was left in his ear, a terrible reminder of his past...and his sister...
"You must be desperate for a fight, low-life." he said, another growl forming on the back of his throat. He was not the sort to pick fights, nor was he the sort to talk for that matter. But he despised Vargs who picked fights with little ones. That was perhaps the only thing that made his blood boil with rage.
Despite his name, he was no Outlaw...nothing of the sort. He did steal food from other terratory, but only when hunger knawed at him most. He had run away the fateful day his sister, Picca drowned because of his fault, and seems to be haunted by her unforgiving ghost, never finding rest in the Red Meadow.
He straightens himself up, now only but a few feet away from the two. He was about as large as the adult, but not as bulky or muscular as he. Of course not, for he was meant for swift running, and if this pathetic Varg decided to chase him, he would run and leave him eating his own dust.
"Let him be and take on bigger game, you frightened Herla. You know you could only kill cubs, not a full grown Varg. I've met your type a plenty." [/CENTER] |
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Post by Carnage on Mar 5, 2006 0:04:21 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]His inferno glare shifted to the direction of the newcomer, his face no longer held a smile, but more a look of disdain. He hadnt been expecting company, but it mattered not...The sickening grin once again returned to his face as he turned his heavy head to face the stranger, though not unblocking the path of the young varg. He wasn't going to let that one get away. "Ah, two are even more fun than one...." he muttered gleefully under his breath. "Do you know this goody-goody, runt?" he asked Dakota as he eyed him from the corner of his vision. "Did you come to save this pathetic excuse for a varg? Then again, it doesn't really matter. Apparently, your life is no better if you have to put your mind at ease by solving the problems of others." His voice was a low growl that dripped with sarcasm. He did not feel uncomfortable although he was outnumbered, he knew he could take both varg without a problem if he had to. Critical eyes sized up his new opponent, noting that he was about the same size, but of a different build. Carnage's great advantage of muscle and bulk often gave the impression that he lacked speed. One couldn't be more wrong... If anything, the bulk that clung to his bones only added to the danger of him chasing after something, for once he started running, he was as powerful as a freight train, a great monster right on the tail of his prey...
Neither of the two varg looked like they particularly wanted a fight, probably because they sensed they would lose horribly. "Oh, I assure you," he snickered in response to the varg's last comment, "You have never met a varg like me. You know nothing about whom I have killed, obviously, or else you would know that I could go after any varg in the forest. No, pretty boy, I'd advise you to get out of here before I have to ruin that handsome face..."[/glow]
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 5, 2006 0:12:44 GMT -5
By this time Dakota was tired of the the strange orange and black varg, and his attitude twards the new comer only showed that the situtaion was going to grow worse. Looking at Carnage, Dakota almost laughed in spite of himself.
"Such a sad life you have. Your only enjoyment comes from this, tanting others and bringing up past memories. I have no mother, no pack, and no time for usless varg who can't bare to face life without crumbling. Tell me, what sad little moment turned you this way? Did your family hate you? Did they scorn you for your strange looks? Or are you just too 'evil' to live like a real putnar instead of coward who must destroy everything that frightens him", Dakota said taking a long breath.
Since walking away was no longer an option Dakota simply sat down on the ground and smiled. Sure he was scared, but that didn't mean anything at the moment. Silance was all that ecoed throughout the small clearing as the three varg stood in the small feild each in turn watching each other.
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Post by Carnage on Mar 5, 2006 0:42:14 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]He couldn't help but chuckle as he eyed Dakota from the side again, before turning to face him. Drawing his face close, his foggy breath danced in front of Dakota's black nose and seemed to form shapes, though it could have been mere optical illusion...He felt no sympathy for either of the varg surrounding him, for his past was no bed of roses either and he shared no compassion for others. "What a pathetic attempt at getting under my skin," he cooed, the fire in his eyes dancing wildly. "I'll have you know trying to turn the tables will get you nowhere. And don't think for a moment that I am frightened of either of you two pups, I could destroy both of you before you even knew what happened." With that, he snapped his jaws so close to Dakota's face that he almost bit his nose off. He knew that this pup was scared and just didn't want to show it. That made him even giddier, for when he finally made the pup whimper aloud, he would feel the satisfaction of breaking him that much more. As for the other varg, he wasn't quite sure of his emotions yet, though he knew he would have his fun either way...[/glow]
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