Roanoke
Newborn
Suicide with a Safety Net
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Post by Roanoke on Jul 8, 2006 19:28:00 GMT -5
The dark chocolate brown back of a demon entered the baron wood. A shaggy tan tail swished in the chilled wind that had aroused between the dead trees. A heavy gold Medallion was hung by a leather thong around his broad neck of the young varg hoping to become a Balker. Hard snow hued paws touched making the dead leaves under-foot crunch. Miracle glanced at the rare metal that hung at his chest, Father I shall revenge you. the demon varg thought. Memories started to flood back into forces.
~Two male demons glared at each other one attacking and plaining to kill one defending blood shed on his mind. One's pelt was obsidian the attacker fur was bracken. "Come on Scar, give it up you know that you'll lose your life either way." the bracken one snarled. Scar barked back in a clear sound, "Yes, that is true, but If I surrender to you many other's will die as well, Darking Shadows." Shadows' mighty jaws snapped mouse tails away from his opponent muzzle, and the bracken warrior growled one last remark, "Come now Scar, you're acting like a pup of Koran, now come out of your shell and fight like a true Balkar ." The ebony demon launched him self off of the ground and Shadows met his attack with an open jaw. Blood was being split all over the field, even a few drops were spilled on a male pup sitting in the shadows watching his father Scar lose his life but taking his rival's as well. Tuffs of brown and black fur were being flown into the heavy night air as two of the Balker ducked it out over some thing that the pup did not know of. Day came and left yet the vikings of the wolf era were still in the bloodiest battle of the century. A golden medallion sparkled even thought it was spattered with the maroon substance that was poring out of the wasted bodies of the wolves. The charcoal warrior fell to the ground with the breath of death escaping his lungs. Darking Shadows staggered side ways off of the blood stained grass and stood still away from the center, looking at the extinction of a life. The barely living sikla's sides heaved, gasping for air for all of his energy had been extinguished, fritted away on the destruction of the heat of battle. White paws turned red as they grasped the surface of the field, bubbling with the blood of his father and his enemy. Miracle stepped to his belated father's side and saw that his coin was still hung around his neck. The mer pup lifted his sire's head and moved the thong out from around Scar's neck and placed it on his own boa.
Chilling winds that rippled threw the varg's pelt replaced Miracle's mind in the present time of his world. An unopened vault of anger filled his heart, for he would find his way threw life as a Balklar and kill his father's killer.
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Emberlily
Sikla
Beridan Femme .:Sarnes~ Intoxicating Snake:.
x|She's just another whxre...to bad she's beautiful|x
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Post by Emberlily on Aug 2, 2006 15:15:30 GMT -5
Be patient! *thwaks*
ziev edit: yeah relax, im just caught up with work, il get to it when i can
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Post by Captain Z on Aug 3, 2006 11:42:13 GMT -5
//I will be deleting all of the OOC posts in this thread.\\
A cold rush of air swept through the hollowed trees and wilted willows that robbed the once fertile land of all its light. Rare it was that a single ray of the sun or the moon ever meet the floor of these lands. The soil grew solid, and rock like, baring no vegitation, and any poor little creature that wandered here in search of the smallest leaf of emerald, found the most cold and ruthless putnar beyond the carpathian grid.
Low lying mists drifted through out the wood, the forest floor barely visible through the thick suspended water. Breaks of moon sifted past cracks between the deceased wooded region where one never slept at night. Cold saphiric eyes lay awake, motionless in the shadows of a dying willow. Rays of the tor never did reach his long and slender coat of black and midnight grey, as they swayed back and forth between the tree line.
Water dripped from a sinking branch, as it echoed off the field of hollow wood, yet a scent pass with the wind to amuse his ruthless intrests. Rising to all fours, he treaded forward, his darker pelt blending well with the shadows and the few greens off the dying branches. Through a hollow, lie a much smaller wolf than himself. The cub seemed motionless...waiting it seemed. Yet to the bearer of cold blue eyes that watched, it was just a mere helpless herla that wondered beyond and far off its own lands. " Why never do cubs listen to what the old and weak tell them?"
The Second smirked, again and again, them cubs. Growing up, there parents prayed to the gods that they're sons and daughters would listen to all that they have taught, that where the Sun can kiss the ground, the land is safe, and where the shadows can swallow your form like a snake, is where one's paw should never touch. He smirked, The gods were nothing to him, it was only in pure humour that he taunted them , "Tor help this wolf come to common sense. The runts will never learn the ways of wolfbane."...
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Roanoke
Newborn
Suicide with a Safety Net
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Post by Roanoke on Aug 7, 2006 8:59:57 GMT -5
His ears pricked as the varg listened to a hushed voice among the silent leaves of the forest. A comment rumbled out from his larix and throat as he noticed the harsh tone of lyrics that belonged to the second of the Balklar, "So what if I am still a pup, I still wish to join, Ziev. I have been forced to grow up quickly, the changing of the seasons." He thought quickly of a way to kind of sell himself and in the eyes of Wolfbane, Miracle would continue trying till his goal had been forfilled. "I can offer you services as a spy in diffrent packs I have a few connections and they would do almost any thing to help you indirectly, one is trying at this moment to join Koran and she is fairly close to Tarkah." Tail lifted off of the ground as the young varg lifted himself on to his pillars and paws. A lone spider moved delicatly around his web that supened over the pup's head. It creeped along inching forward towards the moth that had gottened fooled by the web.
(Lordy where is my muse)
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