With those words came the low and growing growl of a varg hidden in the surrounding brush. Sudak's stealth had payed of so far as he had hidden in the darkness ready to pounce the new found intruder if the situation seemed to get out of hand. He rose to his stilts and swiftly made his way into the group of his packmates the unwelcome stranger in his opinion. Sudak's eyes darting towards the ivory mann of a matching pelt. In his opinion that was all that was matching between the two varg. Sudak then shifted his gaze to Fiory as she backed away from the mann. A firm look of disbelief and anger was clearly evident in the Beta's eyes. How could she let yet another intruder into the lands that were clearly List's and List's alone. The pack was growing stronger than ever and these strangers were hindering the pack's ability tremendously. Eyes now darting back to the stranger Sudak began with yet another low growl and snarl emitting from his maw as he stalked his away around the ivory intruder.
"Fiory, no disrespect, but this Sikla should be taken care of here and now. Every varg seems to think they can wander into List's land with free will. You want to make List strong again? Well then he is where we need to start with this problem. Give the order and the deed shall be done."
Sudak's eyes never left the mann as he now made his away around his rear and now was pacing along his flank. His words were clearly directed to his drappa. Sudak had had enough of these pathetic siklas discracing his pack. Now was the time to end the belief anybody could stroll in without atleast receiving a scar to run back with their tail betwen their legs. A scar that every varg would know as the scar of List.
Of course Sudak may take matters into his own hands. He had had enough! Angelic being? Sudak spit at those words. He was nothing more than young flesh and blood, and a weak sikla's flesh and blood at that. It would be a piece of cake. Death would come swift and painfully.
[glow=purple,9,000]Those golden optics glanced quietly towards the enraged beta mann who had decided to show up. Her goldenrod ears listened to his growls and his barks and for a moment an evil glint erased the usually mysterious glow that her eyes held so dear. A star flew across the amber waves they gave off, and a fire burned behind them in silent death. Perhaps Fiory was still too kind hearted, like she had been all her life. This was a change she was having trouble herself with fullfilling; the agile star gazer had always been so gentle and so kind to any and all varg. She had never killed another varg, and had yet to do so. She was a soft soul, with pride and determination, but light and caressing all the same. Perhaps she could never change how she truly was, perhaps she could never become the cold hearted, stone gazed Drappa that they all had hoped she would be when List was passed down to her.
"You mean no disrespect my friend, though disrespect you show." The words were soft, ice cold to the ears as if winter had come early, but caressing all the same. "Perhaps I pass judgement too soon...He shall be tested then. You are right my dear friend, Siklas are not to be tolerated here..." Those golden rod auditories flicked backward, as that fire grew and the pain of her words sunk into that kind and loving heart.
"We are not Evil varg Sudak, that we will never become...but perhaps you speak the truth to me. In fact, I am sure you do, for I can not recall a time when you have not..." Her gaze moved with merely her eyes towards her ivory beta and the young mann with the versed tounge. Slowly, ebon shutters closed and darkened her world, her streamline body moving to put her back to her pack, those shooting stars littering her spine well seen for the group. The silver and grey hairs billowed in an unfelt wind as her muscles beneath that silk fur rippled with the thought she knew would have to come out.
"Test him then...prove to yourselves that he is stronger then a sikla, using one, two or all three of you at once. Until such a test is finished, Lajo's will not be allowed upon List's soils..." It was Sudak's cue. He was given his wish. All three of them were. Fiory had just given them the order to fight with the mann, wear him down by any means necassary, scar him, rip him, tear him if need be, and if the male survived such a 'test', his admittence would stay. If not, and he failed by either death or fleeing, then his paws would never touch the territory Fiory reigned over again. It was an order, Fiory didn't wish to see played out, so she walked with stealth into the darkness, perhaps going to a secluded area of List's wood to think and to observe....if not to clear her head...[/glow]
~*Mother to Orion, a star gazer at heart*~*Packmates and dear friends: Gryffin, Sudak, Novex, Bristol, Drathlic, Renn, Silent.*~*New aunt to Gryffin's Three Shooting stars*~* Mourning for: Shatocwnn, Bila, Lyft, Shatila, Denisha, Leohlic~ R.I.P~
[glow=teal,2,300]"I will face any test head-on to enter this pack."
The priest turned his yellow orbs to Sudak, and even now, he was prepared. This would be a serjical strike; an assault. He knew what to dop, and all as the calculations of battle suddenly wore through that sick and twisted mental innards of the varg, he began to move, fast as Wolfbane... [/glow]
Slowly... The world seemed to creep ever slowly along... Hell, why give this varg the first strike? Hell no...
Slowly...
He whipped behind the mann-varg, strike having begun, a deadly slingshot about his adversarie as he lept, quickly, through the air, his pelt distorting the wind about it as he aimed for his target...
Sudak had been finely attuned the new ivory mann ever since he laid eyes on him and even the slightest change in his expression sent a jolt of tension through Sudak's body. So it came as no surprise to him as the intruder gave Sudak a glance to then begin a flanking maneuver. Sudak gave a slight chuckle as he could easily forsee this varg's attack. He may think he's all big and mean but this runt didn't know who he was messing with. Sudak jolted his body around opposite as it had been standing before so now he stood perpendicular to the attacker's path. Sure enough there was the ivory mann just where he knew he'd be. Sudak shook his head in annoyance at the pestering youth as he continued his flight through the warm summer air soon to be filled with the smell of this pestering sikla's blood. Sudak was out of the path of the intruder but the ivory beta was ready to attack on swift paws as that was how he was trained. Sudak let out a snarl, lowered his head and before the mann could land his pads upon the Listern lands once more Sudak let open his maw as to reveal his shimmering white fangs and rich pink gums. Oh how he lusted for this sikla's blood. Sudak lunged forward straight for his jugular. The youth was in midair, how could he avoid this attack.
// blah, can anybody tell i haven't posted a fighting thread in a while, hehe. //
Lady luck helped him out of this one.... Lajos held fast to his place, and held his breath...
Instict.
Back around, Lajos whipped, and the air about him cracked as he performed, once more, the flanking maneuver for which his brothers and enemies famed him for...
This was beginning to get enjoyable... Damn, he could do this for hours. Eyes wide open, he held the breath in its soaked innard cage as he jumped, soaring bat outta hell style through the air, and closer, closer, aiming for his opponets neck... He would like to kill this mann-varg. That was life, was it not?
Damn life...
[/glow]
--*Lajos*-- Fair Fool Age: Two Winters Gender: Dragga Befriended: Tron; Morrow; Farrah; Ember Lily, Cagalli; Soskay Known Corally: Ember Lily // Cagalli
Sora’s grin was dipped in venom; her eyes stamped with cunning. Dappled light fell across her dusty brown pelt and the scent of her father clung thickly to the leaves of the bushes. A wicked thorn pierced her heart; dark intentions riddled her mind. The summer heat trailed down from the rays of sunlight into the heart of the mountains where skewed about rivers pounded against their beds; frothing with the melted snow of winter.
So he thinks he can play, she thought with an internal smirk. He thinks he can draw blood from stone? Is his Sikla heart really so set on hunting with the shadows of the trees; does he really believe he can catch the mountain bird? He hasn’t yet dealt with the thorn of the forest. The she-cub sneered her contempt and inched forward on a white, mud smeared stomach. Sora’s dual pelt was stretched to thinly on her skeleton; a rib on each narrow side showed through thin fur.
The cub of List breathed the air of the wood and hill; she fed on the scarce carrion of deer; she knew both night and day that dwelled in the heart of her home. Wolfbane knew it too; he was the symbol of wolf. The Varg could call him evil, but that was not nearly the word for it. He was pure, raw wilderness. Not really femme, not really manna, not really wolf. His bodice, so often labeled dark ebon, was the representation of harsh survival. He was an Alpha, true to the saying written down in ink more enduring then blood: The strong live. He was as harsh as the winter wind and as cold as the lashing rain; he shared the Lera’s fight for breath. He knew that though the crystalline lake reflected the gentle blue sky; nature was merciless and cruel.
Yet there was another side, one as bittersweet as the sun grown berries of the forest. Wolfbane was present for the death of many cubs, the sly twist of fate that broke down every Varg. He had seen the fire that burned the abundant valley, the water that swallowed the moor, the air that tore up the trees of the woods, and the earth that shook even the mountains. In an ancient tale he had climbed the heavens in his prime and spat in the face of Tor and Fenris; the figures who declared the world below perfect and who nodded at love and joy. Wolfbane did it because their decrees were a lie, and so were they. There was no good, for in the heart of every creature was malice, hate, and greed. What he saw when he observed creation was the melding of every trait and feeling of existence: it was life. And so was he.
Wolfbane was the bitter taste of fall, the loving touch of birth, the wilting brown of old age, the compassion of love, the lust for power, the sorrowful yet glorious journey of death.
In the ballads of past generations Wolfbane was condemned for defying the oh so false Tor and Fenris to a sentence of preying on the creatures of the earth, but Sora read in between the lines. He, She, It, was life itself and life was telling her to survive. So she craved power, so she was foul; like Renn and all the others she was traveling all walks of life. “Good” weaklings like Drathlic could spit in her face and call her “evil” but she would go on, breath after breath, another soul in the intricate puzzle of the world.
This is the agent of the wolf gods, Sora’s mind whispered. Well I suppose it was about time he was broken by the flesh and blood of earth. Sora was Varg, but her veins flowed with cunning.
With young paws she crept as silently as she could from the brush. It was time the true master took matters into her own power. Gryffin had her ways, but in Sora’s opinion she and Arias were on there way to far more awarding destinies.
She didn’t have much time; with the agility of her species she darted towards the sparring pair and leapt with the use of her undeveloped muscles as best she could in front of Sudak. What happened next happened very quickly. Could he make the mountain bleed…
//*wards away Sudak with garlic* PLEASE let Lajos post next. And Lajos I give you full permission to godmode and encourage you to slam me to the ground, knock me aside, whatever you have in mind. In fact, I'm begging you to maim me somehow. *is on knees*//
((I think I ought to perhaps wait for Sudak, but there's no tellin' when he'll post again...))
[glow=black,2,300]"Another? Well damn, then..."
Lajos's black lips pulled back as he readied himself for a second assault. This ahe-varg could not have been much older than himself, but from the looks of it, not younger. Even so, he wouldn't hesitate to put her in her place. She was a she-varg, after all, and they weren't good for much besides mating and sniffing.
He toar about, shredding even the wind and blades of grass so that they, too, would bow before his austere might.
Kill... Kill... Kill...
He wouldn't kill this one. No, death was not the answer. Still, she was young, though she seemed somehow frail. He could harm her...
One with the universe, he drew might up from the depths of his dead soul, one of which existence was not, and pressed into this youthly she-vargs, stomach, knocking the bitch flat on the ground, himself atop her.
Victorious!
"Shall I lick thy wounds, she-varg?"the priest questioned as he glanced downward at the younger, and as he did, he could sense, somehow, a bonding between the two of them. Then, as he spoke once more, he recognized this she-cub as one of his own, a worshipper of the evil one.
"You, cub," he hissed,"You and I shall meet again soon. We'll fight for real, then."[/glow]
--*Lajos*-- Fair Fool Age: Two Winters Gender: Dragga Befriended: Tron; Morrow; Farrah; Ember Lily, Cagalli; Soskay Known Corally: Ember Lily // Cagalli
With a yelp little Sora was pinned to the ground. The breath went out of her much smaller frame as she her ribs bruised. For a moment all she could see was flashes of white from the males coat and blurs that were the sky and the trees. Wildly she snarled, shaking her head back and forth uselessly. Anger and fear pounded in her ears, but so did amusement. She had won; the little demon being pushed into the dirt had had the last laugh, just as she knew she would.
“Lick your own first,” she growled from the pit of her chest. She was still afraid, but she was also triumphant. He had pinned a cub of List, daughter of the Beta’s, wolf of the mountains. Sora couldn’t do anything about it, but Fiory could. The black femur wouldn’t stand by and let the white brute into the pack, not after what he had just done. He had blundered into her trap with what he thought was elegance and wisdom.
But as she stared into his jaws a slight sense of terror was writhing in the depths of her instinct. Sora could be killed so easily; before the wolves around her could prevent it. Her adrenaline filled heart raced a little faster and her emerald orbs became a little more defiant. A strange feeling of elation was making its way through her veins, and she showed her teeth proudly. She wouldn’t die a Sikla, scum of the earth.
Battle him for real? He wouldn’t count on it, but maybe someday when she was full grown… she sneered at him even as she struggled beneath his claws. “Who will accept you know,” she barked, her words fast and excited. “Kill a Listern wolf and be killed. So Wolfbane condemn you!” She squirmed helplessly beneath him, trying to get loose.
//Yeah, I don't think so really, but ah well. *shakes finger* And Sudak'll catch up.//
((Oh. Forgive me, I woulda guessed that the pup was a bit older. And I'm not sexist. Lajos really isn't, either, The List Pack is just seeing his bad side. ))
[glow=black,2,300]Lajos threw his small fur head back in laughter. That cruel, wicked laughter filled the place, filled the valley of Transylvania, and that was what Lajos wanted...
"Wolfbane, sweetness, is my god," Lajos hissed at his opponet as he removed himself from her.
"Now, Drappa, stand and face your overling in battle again, if you wish, or retreat back."
Lajos Chuckled.
Laughter...
The priest smirked. How innocent this bitch seemed! Yet he could see the malice hidden within her, as if her own psyche was locked with his.[/glow] ((Meh... Crappy post, sorry.))
Sudak had somehow managed to land upon the hard tundra without one hair on his paw, not one drip of blood. He shook his head in annoyance to then stare at the point of his landing. Lips curling back into an enormous snarl and eyes narrowing. A grow erupting from his maw as he jolted his head around meet the eyes of the intruder on yet another attack run. However something caught his attention. The snarl dissapearing to nothing less then the most worried expression possible. His eyes widening in horror. All of his defense had been let down. Something he had told himself he would never do. However Sudak's soft spot had been ripped open. His own family! Sora darted between the feuding varg and before Sudak could fully turn his form around Sora had been pinned to the forest floor. His paws erupted into a bolt without anything other then ripping the flesh and inner-being of the sikla to pieces. No varg would be able to tell what the meat had been when he was done with him. The ivory form had rissen his head to Sora. The worst possible move the sikla could have made. Lips again erupting into vicious snarl even more ferocious this time around. Now just inches from the mann Sudak fangs clearly visible and ready for the kill. The bloodlust was in full force. This sikla would pay. He had messed with his family, and his daughter at that. If the sikla wanted out of this one he'd have to atleast take a hit in turn. Just the amount of damage incured during this attack would determine the outcome of life or death for the sikla.
The only word that rang through his mind now.
"DIE!!!"
// don't worry Lajos I check this site many many times a day. It was just a matter that I wanted some others to post as well. I wasn't ignoring you //
[glow=black,2,300]Lajos took the blow, straight to his weak maw. He felt no pain, for he was numbed by the pain that had already come upon him. As he hit the warm, sun-beaten, dry ground, a soft thump sounded, and he looked over toward his great adversarie.
"Die? I fear not death."
Eyes wild, Lajos sprinted foward, again, breaking the barrier of his own meek spirit, yet relying within the shell that had become himself. Rushing, rushing, he came toward his opponet, full force, as nothing existed but his goal to leave Sudak upon the ground.
Darknes...
Darkness...
He was there! Lajos was upon his goal, and as he raised his paw, he could already taste victory, sweet, sweet victory as it landed upon his tounge, parched of blood.
And yet, blood was not what he seeked. There was so much more lying in wait for himself. Damnit, so much more...
[glow=purple,2,3,000]((So sorry I'm late dears....Do forgive this one ))
The shadow hadn't moved far. She had only just begun to clear her head, those golden rod ears backwards towards a far away horizon line. The lights above began to glow within her own mind, and time stood still as if unmoving. Her fur bristled, and her mind wandered. She could see herself, wanding amongst the darkness within her own fragile existance, pushing past obstacles of trees, bramble and huckleberry brush. She was moving towards an opening, towards a cave that glistened as though gems had been born within their depths.
Who will accept you know? Kill a Listern wolf and be killed. So Wolfbane condemn you!
The voice had traveled quickly to the ears of the ebon drappa, and immediatly her trance was broken. The cave of her memories shimmered out with a blinding light, and darkness took her once more until velvet black lids released angered golden jewels. She knew that voice, she knew that sinister growl and mischevious face that that particular vocal sound went to. Sora. 'Damn Her!' Fiory cursed, never meaning to curse her own neice, but mainly herself. How could the Drappa have been so foolish as to allow a stranger put paws on her neice.
"Sudak is there....But this Will End." She snarled, her fur bristling to all ends and those ears flattening. Like a lightning bolt, she was off of her stone, and running full force through the wood. She leapt as fast as a frightened doe over logs and bramble bushes. Her paws flew over the hard dusty summer earth, her pads not even staying on the ground long enough for a print to remain. A fox darted across and without missing a beat, the agile limbed Drappa leapt from the ground, her paws grasping a tilted tree trunk and bounding off of it's flank back to the ground once more. Her fur was on end and those ivory canines glared dangerously as the clearing came into view in no time at all. Leaping out like hell's shadow, the outraged stargazer snarled with a primal sense, those hues flashing like lightning's fire. Her growl was thunderous and even that streamline form seemed bulked up with unseen muscles hardly shown. Her anger and hatred trumped that of before, dwarfing the past times of her furious states, when Bila needed her assistance, and upon her sister's death. This was a Fiory unleashed and absoulutly deadly if any at all got in her path..
"ENOUGH!" Her voice was tremendous, a loud earth shattering growl that reverbeated off of the mountain's skylines and echoed around the area until silence resumed. Those claws dug into the dry earth and a pure unadulterated loathing scaled the Drappa's usually kind features. "Get out Of My Pack! You have threatened that which is My Neice, and it will never be tolerated! Either you leave this territory now or I shall rip your throat out and spill your blood for my pack to spit upon!" Those stiff legs moved dangerously closer, her form standing over the young cub form of Sora, her tail raised and bristling to no end. This was Lajo's only chance...Fiory would not allow him to live much longer then she had already if he denied her, humble, request.....[/glow]
~*Mother to Orion, a star gazer at heart*~*Packmates and dear friends: Gryffin, Sudak, Novex, Bristol, Drathlic, Renn, Silent.*~*New aunt to Gryffin's Three Shooting stars*~* Mourning for: Shatocwnn, Bila, Lyft, Shatila, Denisha, Leohlic~ R.I.P~
The pressure ceased as he removed himself. For a moment Sora gazed up at him, frozen on her back. She was looking to see whether she would be able to escape from his ivory canines unscathed. The cub could count the heartbeats in the thick silence. They pounded in her ears from fear and adrenaline. Nothing happened. The fool thought she was going to fight him. Sora seized her chance and scrambled away from both claws and fangs. Pfft; fight him, as if. Sudak, lead by his roar of rage, lunged in seeking blood. Snarls born from his maw were possibly fiercer than anything Sora had ever heard. It sent a shiver up her hackles, not one that was completely horrified.
The battle had barely started and the she-cub felt her passion and pride swept along with it. Sudak was of List; no one, especially not adolescents who thought they were angels from yonder clouds, would slink away with their tail a fraction of an inch away from their legs. Before she stopped to think Sora was on her feet again, eyes burning with inner fire, determination and hate etched into her very bones. She flashed towards Lajos with open jaws eagerly awaiting flesh. They were sorely disappointed when Sora was knocked away by someone’s hind leg.
She jumped to her feet a few yards away from the sparring brutes, a growl leaping from her lips. The cub was about to join the fight once more when something else happened; Fiory. With the wrath of the gods and weapon of night she came from the trees with emblazed golden discs. Daggers of white were unsheathed from a casket of black felt and a fury best left dormant had been awakened in a forest of a mountain.
Sora’s heart sang with joy and triumph brought to her by the magnificent form of her Stargazing Drappa. Never had she felt so loyal to the ebon femme or so inspired and honored when in her presence. Automatically her tail rose like a mast behind her and her chin jutted forward; a miniature Drappa beside the true one. She glared at the white Varg in triumph, a growing grin upon her face.
It was all thanks to her ingenious that the lowly Sikla was being dug out of the ranks of List. If it hadn’t been for a stroke creativity she would have found someone she disliked even more than Renn. It had admittedly been one of her better ideas; and she almost laughed outright at the fool. Tricked by a cub of a mere three months! Where were the gods now? They were not coming to the aid of their “chosen one”. He was a pitiful fake; and Sora had won the day with her own wit and cunning. Her eyes met his, and the emerald orbs laughed in victory, daring him to attack her. The devious she-cub had a pack at her back and no matter how unwilling they were to draw blood, if she played the game right she could get them to do almost whatever she wanted. For as long as she was young she would be protected. They were useful those wolves of List.
It's nothing personal Lajos... it's just something that's been going on in the pack lately. Sora's an evil little pup and so is her brother *hehe my evil little ones* Plus we're not taking in any new members (as the news banner up top says *points up*... and Sudak's been really against new varg coming in lately so it's a big pack thing not many understand
I guess we're trying to toughen up Fiory behind her back