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[Dakota Spirit]

"Alright", Dakota said. "Since there is nothing I can do to effect you I am just going to lay here. You do what you wish. Kill me, blabber about your crazy thoughts, whatever. But I am just going to lay here silently." Lifting his green eyes to Carnage's bold face and blinked. "While we are here though kindly keep your big slobery jaws out of my face. Your breath smells like dead fleash."

Opening his own velvety mouth and let his pink tounge fall out. It was a fairly warm night, and Dakota's black pelt was now working agianst him. He was naturally warm for the most part so any added heat was always harder for him to deal with. Flooping onto his side Dakota rested his head on the dry earth. He really was scared, it was like the Balkar all over agian. This varg didn't look like a Balkar though, but he certinaly had the temper for it.

[Carnage]

[glow=red,2,300]He had to admit, this varg had attitude to match the worst of kerl. Despite what he had said earlier, his attitude was beginning to take a toll on his temperment. It wasn't so much that he was insulted- that he could deal with. It was more the fact that Dakota was now seemingly uneffected by Carnage's words- that ate away at him even more...The smile finally faded from his maw and was replaced by a malicious snarl, full of anger and hatred for the young varg before him. Fine...if he couldn't get to him with his words, he would turn to violence, as he had done time and time before. That should wipe the smug look off his young face...After all, he did request death, didn't he? Firey eyes narrowed as they focused on the tender flesh of Dakota's throat, fully exposed by how he was lying on his side. The sly grin returned to his face once again as he lunged for Dakota's throat, aiming to dig his pearly whtes into the soft flesh...

((Ack, LAME! Why is Sam uninspired?!))[/glow]

[Dakota Spirit]

Picking his head back off the ground Dakota looked at Carnage. The situation was getting worse by the second, and apperently Carnage was intent on finally hurting him. Licking his lips Dakota eyed the varg and tryed to think of what to do.

"I am so tired of this.....can't you move a little faster?", he said blinking his bright eyes. Circling around to get behind Carnage, Dakota once agian sat back on the ground. Watching the varg that lay in front of him Dakota agian realized how serious this encounter was getting, someone was definatly going to wind up hurt. Most likely it was going to be Dakota. Turning his head to one side Dakota looked at the trees and brush in that direction, then making a suddon and somewhat desperate decision Dakota leaped off ans sprinted into the forest. A Sikla move, he knew. But at the moment he didn't care, at least now Carnage would have to come after him.

((This is such a lame post ))

[Carnage]

[glow=red,2,300]Expecting to feel the warmth of flesh and blood staining his maw, he was a bit surprised, to say the least, to feel nothing but cold air in his snapping jaws. His eyes narrowed as his throat produced another chuckle, a bit sarcastically at that. This little runt was proving to be a slippery one, but he would get him eventually...That pup is just asking for it... the voice in his head rang loud in his ears, only fueling his already blazing anger. His eyes seemed even brighter than before, the fire burning in them now unrelenting.

In a spray of leaves, Dakota was off. "Stupid move, runt..." he cackled, his haunting voice already caught up to Dakota's fleeing hide. Giving him a bit of a head start, he stood there, bracing himself for the chase. Orange legs in front of his great body stretched, before his long, black claws finally dug into the soft earth, carrying him like a bullet through the trees. The chase is on, Sikla! Dakota was fast, and with the head start he had been given, looked damn near uncatchable. Carnage, however, was already thinking of what he would do to the cub once he pulled him down with his powerful jaws, much like a wolf pack would take down a weakened herla. The entire forest seemed to shake as the great monster of a wolf started to gain on the youngster, his claws tearing the packed dirt and grasses right from the ground as he ran. "Run, run, as fast as you can..." he taunted between his heavy panting. If he had to, he could chase like this for an hour, his well conditioned body was used to the stress by now. Right on the runt's tail, he couldn't seem to shake the black and orange locomotive to save his own hide. Thinking he was close enough now, he took a snap at Dakota's heels, much like a herding dog would do for sheep, and hoped to catch his leg, or rip his tail off, either would suffice.[/glow]

[Dakota Spirit]

Feeling Carnage's warm breath behind him Dakota knew he was running out of time. Carnage was a fast varg no doubt about that. He would have to be to catch Dakota, since speed was his greatest asset.

When the clank of Carnage's snapping jaws behind him Dakota made a quick u-turn and took off in the other direstion. His path took him so close to Carnage's side that the young varg could feel his enemy's body heat as it radiated off of him. Taking deep lung fulls of the cool air Dakota concentrated on the path ahead, and where he planned to go. His midnight colored legs were far from tiering but he knew he couldn't keep the chase going forever.

Putting on a quick burst of speed Dakota launched his body faster across the plane.Seeing a thick clump of bushs ahead Dakota quickly moved behind them. Than sitting down on the ground he waited for Carnage. Determined to show as little tierdness as possible he kept his toung inside of his mouth and refused himself the relief of panting.

[Carnage]

[glow=red,2,300]He had half expected the little twerp to move at the last second, but was still a bit surprised to feel his jaws catch cold air for a second time. He had, however, succeeded in ripping a mouthful of black fur from the pup's tail. After smiling an accomplished grin, he spit the fur to the ground. he had also expected the pup to turn around at some point, which he chose to do now. Carnage didn't expect it to be so soon, so he lost a few precious seconds of the chase while skidding to a halt and whipping his large body around in the other direction. Amber eyes urned with an even stronger fury as he tore up the ground with his large paws, pushing himself to catch up.

It was apparent that the young varg he was after was getting worn out. Still probably able to run for a while longer, Carnage didn't doubt that he wanted the chase to be over. These thoughts were confirmed as the pup dove behind a thick cluster of bushes. Did he think that Carnage wouldn't see him hiding there? Or did he simply think that he would give up? His fiery orbs sought out his target through the brush, and instead of slowing down to walk behind the bushes, he continued at full speed. As soon as he came around the bushes, he would plow through what- and whoever was in his way, jaws snapping as he tried to rip Dakota's throat out.[/glow]

[Dakota Spirit]

Dakota eyed the spot where some of his jet colored fur was now missing from his tail. Another battle scar... he thought. Only this time it is on the outside. Hearing the big wolf's movments as he continued the relentless chase after him Dakota quickly started to formulate the next part of his desperate plan.

Getting up he walked in a few tight circles, forcing the leaves and twigs to snap under his large paws as he went. Then giving a few quick yips he startled the small colony of birds above him into flight. The sounds caused by their wings flapping and Dakota's stick breaking would throw Carnage's hearing of for at least a few of the vital seconds that Dakota needed to get further away from the big varg. Next he made a mad sprint over to the near by river that he had first spoted when he entered the vally that morning. Carnage would be able to track him to this spot without trouble, but the water would help to mask his sent once he got there. And the sound of the rushing waters would provide some cover for the sound of his foot steps as he moved throught the forest.

Leaping into the chilly waters Dakota procceded to swim down stream. Once he reached a fair distance from his starting point the young varg swam to the opposite river bank and took off across the ground. Dodging trees as he went.

[Carnage]

[glow=red,2,300]He could hear the cracking of twigs, the rustling of bushes...and finally, the flight of frightened birds, giving away Dakota's exact location. His smile grew as his gaping mouth exhaled breath forcefully, steam pouring from him like he were a giant train, on the brink of running right off the tracks. When he got to the young varg's hiding spot, he halted abruptly. Black nose to the ground, he sniffed furiously in circles. The whelp wasn't here. He glared so angrily it looked like it could level the whole forest, and rose his great head to scream the eeriest, most ear-splitting howl ever known to Transylvania. The trees rattled as the banshee-like voice echoed throughout the whole forest. The tone held all of his sadness, doubt, and most of all, anger within it as it spread over the land. No doubt the fleeing varg could hear it. He couldn't hide for long...

Running faster than ever through the trees, he followed the young varg's scent with ease, not even needing to stop to check on the direction... Within seconds, his large paws had carried him to the banks of a great river. "So you think you can hide from me?" his deep voice rumbled in his throat as it carried across the river. He was determined to find the young varg, now more than ever, for he had been deceived... A rare accomplishment indeed, to trick one as crafty as he... He jumped into the raging waters without a second thought, and let it carry him downstream a bit before he fought the current to the other side. Shaking himself off, he continued in hot pursuit of his prey. His dark fur clung to his frame for dear life as he raced through the trees, revealing his powerful muscles beneath his soggy coat, though not betraying his colossal size. He continued dodging the thick trees, following the young varg's scent. Faint, but still there... Finally, just ahead of him he saw that familiar black tail with tufts of fur missing due to his handiwork. The smile returned to his bitter features as he pushed himself to catch up.[/glow]

[Dakota Spirit]

Dakota's thick ears perked up as Carnage'e eerie howl ecoed across the sky. With a heavy sight he continued through the forest. He couldn't seem to shake the big varg that was forcing this relentlas chase upon him.

Suddenly Carnage was right behind him agian, nipping at his heals. I can't take this... he thought to himself. It has to STOP!! the thought was pounding in him mind. "What is it you really want of me?!?", he shouted back to Carnage. "The thrill of a kill? If I were to die of another cause during this chase would it dissapoint you? Or would you feel satisfied just the same??" His voice was rough from all the running, but the deep growl still laced his words.

In truth Dakota knew they were coming to the edge of the forest soon. And this wasn't just any woods. It was right around the area of where the legendary pack had made its journey. And they were fast approching the clifs where Larka and Morgra has faced off. As the trees started to thin out Dakota could see the luming cliffs ahead. Scrambling to the rocky edge Dakota streatched his sleek black body out and leaped, dissapearing into the foggy mist that surrounded them.

((I hope you don't mind me adding a few elements from the actual Sight in here))

[Carnage]

[glow=red,2,300][No! Not at all! ]

As he began to snap at the heels of the black pup, his words echoed in his twisted mind., What is it you really want of me?!? His jaws stopped snapping momentarily as he was lost in a sea of memories...[/glow]

The sun poured through the tall trees just outside the cave-like den, occupied by a pack of wolves. Two young pups were out in the sunshine, the eye of Fenris glistening brilliantly off of their coats- one a hue of dark and light browns, the other an odd mix of black and orange. Tussling about in a mock-fight as young varg often do, the bigger of the two managed to pin his sibling to the ground by the neck with his jaws. The defeated pup glared up at the victor as he struggled to free himself, "C'mon, let up. You've won already!'" The older pup wouldn't listen, a thrill was rushing through him, a feeling of power and victory over others. The grip of his jaws tightened until finally...The voice of his brother could no longer be heard, his limp form lay dead under the massive pup towering over him. Terrified, the black varg released his grip on his sibling, but it was too late.... The sky grew dark overhead, the sun now obscured by ominous clouds as the rest of the pack came rushing from the mouth of the cave. Looking from the dead varg, to their remaining son, glares shot at the pup as if daggers would shoot straight through their eyes... "What happened here?" the powerful voice of the Dragga growled out. "We..We were just playing...it was an accident, I swear!" Black ears lay flat against his skull as he lowered to the ground, tail between his legs, cowering, from his own family. A deep growl escaped the Dragga's dark lips as he ran forward, snapping at his own son in a fit of fury. "Get out! Get out!" The young pup ran a safe distance away from the pack, then turned around to look back. his mother was nudging sadly at the fallen pup, while the rest of the pack was either shaking their heads or snarling furiously. "What do they want from me?" was his only thought. Was it his fault his brother had died? He had never meant to do such a thing, but he had. And now he was outcast from the pack...Remembering the old legend of Morgra and the family, he glared back at his pack, now seemingly unafraid. "Fine, cast me out... but know, Wolfbane's curse is laid upon you like a plague across the entire forest.... You will all disappear in time, I will be back..."

[glow=red,2,300]Snapping back to reality, they had now come to a great cliff ahead. The jump would be difficult, but he knew he could make it no problem....As for the pup, he wasn't sure. He skidded to a stop right at the edge as Dakota leapt off into the abyss. Had he fallen? No, Carnage was sure he would make it to the other side, and that they would inevitably see each other again. As for now, he pondered young Dakota's question, questioning himself in the process. The smile returned to his face as he called across through the fog, "You can run, but you can't hide...We'll meet again, someday...." With that, he turned around and walked back into the forest, chuckling and mumbling to himself as if the whole encounter never happened.[/glow]

[Dakota Spirit]

((Aww, poor Carnage! He is so mis-understood))

Just beyond the mist Dakota lay flat on the oppisite clif. He was flat on his side and his ribs were rising and falling rapidly with each breath that he took. The running alone had been enough to tire the young varg but the jump had robbed him of the last of his energy. Before he knew it he was gone. Drifting into a deep sleep that would prove to last for several suns.

On the 3rd day his green eyes finally cracked open for what seemed like the first time in his life. Fenris's warm sunlight came streaming in and his black pelt had already absorbed much of the morning heat. Tenativly he streatched each of his long coal black legs and moved into a stanging position. It took him a minute or too to remember all that had happened in the past couple of days, and his thoughts remained clouded over with hunger and a deep thirst.

Looking back across the series of cliffs Dakota vowed to find Carnage agian. At the very least he wanted to follow the orange varg and see what he was up to. But first he had to eat...

[Carnage]

((I know *pats*))

[glow=red,2,300]For three days he saw nothing more of the black varg he had pursued with such determination. Maybe they would never meet again, but he doubted it. There was probably a small flame of revenge burning inside of Dakota that would only burn brighter with time. The thought of Dakota trying to find him again and get him back for causing him such terror made him smile sickly. At times he wondered why he did the things he did to others, but more often than not, he wondered how he would do them.

He had to admit, the next few days were dull and boring compared to the time he had spent harrassing the pup, but such was life. In no time, he would stumble upon another pup and make its life a living hell, as he always did. To pass the time, he went after a baby herla who had strayed from the herd. All the running from earlier had ignited a flame of hunger deep within his belly that only herla meat would satisfy. After eating his fill, he left the rest to the scavengers and continued his aimless wandering- the smirk never absent from his twisted face, the deranged chuckling never absent from his voice.

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[Dakota Spirit]

Crouching over his kill Dakoa quickly devoured what remained of the dead badger. He had found a cool mountian stream an drank deeply. The food and water had rekindled the vargs young spirit and he was ready to get moving agian.

Taking a long trail back around the moutain [to avoid having to jump agian] Dakota began to follow the old traces that remained of Carnage. The varg had taken a long path throught the forest and it was causing Dakota's midnight to take legs many steps to catch up. Following the prints, smells and old kills he continued to track Carnage through the forest. Finally after what seemed like a year he came upon the odd wolf agian. This time his bulky body was crouched over a calf as he devoured its fleash. Dakota had sat and waited while the varg ate but when Carnage was on the move agian Dakota continued to follow at a safe distance behind him.

((Sorry, this is such a lame post))

[Carnage]

[glow=red,2,300]Although the young varg was attempting stealth, Carnage had caught on a while ago that he was being followed. The trademark smirk stained his face once again as he continued walking, giving the illusion that he hadn't caught wise.

Coming to a small stream, he bent his heavy head to take a drink. His pink tongue lolled from his mouth to lap up the cool water. Raising his neck again, he looked behind him and although he could see nothing, he knew Dakota was there. "How long do you intend to follow me around, runt?" he asked with a sick smile that never seemed to disappear. Behind him, his long, black and orange tail swished from side to side, showing that he was rather content...for the moment, and may not give into chase.[/glow]

[Dakota Spirit]

Hearing Carnage, Dakota's eyes flashed as he looked round at the big varg. "Mmm, I don't know. Why? Does it bother you? Or is you think you are the only one who enjoyed that little chase a couple of days ago?"

Trotting up closer now Dakota fanned his big tail in the wind and grinned. His white teeth reflected in the sun "Still brooding in the darkness I see", he whispered. "You know you really must learn to move on, you are going to run into the wrong varg with an additude to match yours someday". Moving around the surrounding area Dakota scanned the area, there wasn't much there. "This your home?", he asked. "The scenery seems to match you attitude..."

((Errr, yeah you are really going to have to excuse these crappy posts))