Post by Captain Z on Oct 29, 2006 22:01:21 GMT -5
//Please allow for your Co-Dragga to post\\
Small crystalline figures luminated by the reflection of the moon, marking the end of the shadow-cursed forests of the Balkar and the begining of the great jagged stair way of the Listern Mountains. The frigid winter winds caressed the journey with a clean coat of white, and brought whirlwinds of white phantom like phenomena crawling along the path, until it was the only thing that haunted one's view.
The phantom masked the movement of the night hunter, the onyx beast of small form but heavy intention, who had risen in ranks to the top of ladder in less than fair time, but earned every bit of it. He'd been the one to always challenge the former first's ways, to press forward the Balkar into the opposing territories, and to unite half the lands wolves under one paw. He was nearly there. And he was enjoying every bit of it to pieces.
Cold blue eyes guided the beast through the dangers of the jagged rock, masked by white, and past cravasses of no end. He knew the way like the back of his own paw. He'd been the one, who selfishly always liked to crash the parties of List for his own amusement. He'd been here more than once, and everytime, he'd leave with the pack stirred with anger, but a little more dedicated to the Balkar.
The daughter of Leohlic, former first and father of List, was the only blood that had kept them close to the Balkar during the times of Serg. Serg had been more absent minded to see the debt List was in. yet to Ziev, this was more than clear. Sarnes was a perfect example of what List would become. Gryffin knew it. She was in debt to him. Her sons and daughters are in debt to him. And the generations in which Leoh's blood travels, would fall under the same rule.
Gryffin had be entranced by the male. She'd soon be convinced that his cause was better than her Drappa. And to entrance that scrawny white boy she called her mate would be the icing on his cake. What was his name? Sonny? Sundial? Dairy? The First smirked, his banner raised with its gleaming coat of snow, as he dragged his claws along the rocky floor as he passed the den where all the little runts slept. His paw prints erradicated those of their young, as the Night Hunter made his way to their place of assembly. Although it was the dead of the night. He knew the scrawny white male would show, because that little bastard had more arrogance than he did. He stomped his forepaw, releasing the crystalline figures fall from his beautiful coat of black. The sound echoed through the hollow trees, before tucking itself away into the dens of List.
//wow. definately bombed that post.\\
Small crystalline figures luminated by the reflection of the moon, marking the end of the shadow-cursed forests of the Balkar and the begining of the great jagged stair way of the Listern Mountains. The frigid winter winds caressed the journey with a clean coat of white, and brought whirlwinds of white phantom like phenomena crawling along the path, until it was the only thing that haunted one's view.
The phantom masked the movement of the night hunter, the onyx beast of small form but heavy intention, who had risen in ranks to the top of ladder in less than fair time, but earned every bit of it. He'd been the one to always challenge the former first's ways, to press forward the Balkar into the opposing territories, and to unite half the lands wolves under one paw. He was nearly there. And he was enjoying every bit of it to pieces.
Cold blue eyes guided the beast through the dangers of the jagged rock, masked by white, and past cravasses of no end. He knew the way like the back of his own paw. He'd been the one, who selfishly always liked to crash the parties of List for his own amusement. He'd been here more than once, and everytime, he'd leave with the pack stirred with anger, but a little more dedicated to the Balkar.
The daughter of Leohlic, former first and father of List, was the only blood that had kept them close to the Balkar during the times of Serg. Serg had been more absent minded to see the debt List was in. yet to Ziev, this was more than clear. Sarnes was a perfect example of what List would become. Gryffin knew it. She was in debt to him. Her sons and daughters are in debt to him. And the generations in which Leoh's blood travels, would fall under the same rule.
Gryffin had be entranced by the male. She'd soon be convinced that his cause was better than her Drappa. And to entrance that scrawny white boy she called her mate would be the icing on his cake. What was his name? Sonny? Sundial? Dairy? The First smirked, his banner raised with its gleaming coat of snow, as he dragged his claws along the rocky floor as he passed the den where all the little runts slept. His paw prints erradicated those of their young, as the Night Hunter made his way to their place of assembly. Although it was the dead of the night. He knew the scrawny white male would show, because that little bastard had more arrogance than he did. He stomped his forepaw, releasing the crystalline figures fall from his beautiful coat of black. The sound echoed through the hollow trees, before tucking itself away into the dens of List.
//wow. definately bombed that post.\\
