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Post by Gryffin on Jun 17, 2006 21:00:29 GMT -5
Gryffin looked up, her hackles still prickled as her emerald orbs stared at Fernlick. Her brother. Her eyes ewatched him taking in what he had become. A strong wolf now. not a niave pup she remembered. Bloodlust slowly faded yet she could still feel ehr anger, bubbling and boiling underneat hher pelt. Her claws itched to lunge and pin but as she listened to his story she forgot about the fight. "Left the balkar? But why did you leave?" she barked.
In another blink she watched the black wolf lunge forward. Gryffin had not een paying attention, rather she had been thinking about the days, and basically just surprised by her brothers unexpected appearance. Her eyes grew wide and instinctivly she snarled, tryign to bite, as her bloodlust reappearing for the second. But it wasn't the same as before. they were not tussling or fighting but rollign on the ground. And playing as if they were pups once again. Gryffin's anger seemed to have evaporated. She lunged for Fernlick's ear but when her jaws clamped down on them they were gentle as she playfully tugged them. it was like old times once again. As it did not feel like Fernlick had left at all.
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Post by Fernlick on Jul 8, 2006 18:56:36 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Fernlick’s well chewed ear was once again between the jaws of Gryffin. For a moment he let her nibble on the soft tissue of his jet black auditory before he jerked his head away. A sudden shadow clouded his eyes as he cast a glance at her throat, but it vanished almost immediately. The moons with Mantic had changed him and he had nearly forgotten the ways of his mother and father. His Balkar days had been put to a premature death, though while he was experiencing the alien emotion called love, he couldn’t shed the nature that had been encouraged in him since he had been but a whelp.
And now he was standing before Gryffin and he felt so exposed to her emerald eyes. What would she think of him when she discovered what a Sikla he had transformed into? His littermate could have been a Balkar if she had been born male; she would be able to sense the newfound softness inside him. Fernlick’s lips twitched: if Gryffin dared to call him weak a very epic battle would ensue. He did feel a certain affinity with her and they shared the blood of Shatocwnn and Leohlic, but his shame wouldn’t be brought to the light.
He stepped forward and began to snuffle at her face to refamiliarize with her scent. His nose tickled along the fine hairs of her maw and snuffled at base of her ears. Fernlick wasn’t quite sure what to do afterwards and for a moment he looked at her and the distance of all those moons caught up to him. Without thinking anything through he turned and began to stalk away, pointing his muzzle to ask her to follow him.
What would she do when she saw his cubs? Fernlick sped up, his heart drumming with anticipation. Finally they arrived at the dark entrance of the badger hole where the smell of himself and Mantic were strong. He paused, and than slunk into the moist earth where three female whelps of fat and dark fuzz were nestled. Fernlick’s head was upturned in defiance, just daring her to comment. [/glow]
//eh//
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Post by Gryffin on Jul 10, 2006 18:04:11 GMT -5
GRyffin bowed her muzzle low but the twitch of her lips never left her nerves as they wrinkled every now and then into a beginning of a snarl. The tri hued femur nibbled on the male's ear a few more before she lifted her muzzle away as the male tore it away from her. Gryffin rose to meet him as she shook out her pelt. A rush of something overcame Gryffin. Yet the beta did not know what it was. THe sense of dominance was what Gryffin was expiriencing, and it had derived from the way back when the two had been cubs. They had been like what Sora and Arias were now. Both the strongest of the litter and had an undying want to show the most dominance and grow out to be the alpha of the litter. And they had both shared their same views of their balkar heritage, yet Gryffin had been left behind as she was femme.
Though like her brother Fernlick, the beta had forgotten the ways of their parents. Gryffin was softened it seemed, with no one to guide her. With both parents gone as well as Tamra and Bila to help her, Gryffin seemed to drift away from the heritage that was born into the viens of her blood. Could it be that Gryffin had forgotten who she was? It seemed so.
Gryffin felt guilt running through her gut, as it churned and tugged. What would her brother say, when she found out that his sister was just the sikla of the litter, no better than Jade. THat softness had cushioned her once dominant heart, as she had been brought down into submission. Gryffin turned her emerald eyes away, unable to stare into those pink oculars.
But what he did not know would not hurt her. Gryffin lifted her muzzle as she noticed Fernlick had covered the space between them. Gryffin touched her nose to his cheek in what only siblings knew. Her ebon nose scented his foriegn scent but the male still screamed, Fernlick, son of Shatocwnn and Leohlic. But there was somthing else about him that made Gryffin blink. A scent that she had familiarized from being in the whelping den with her own pups. With a jolt Gryffin realized that Fernlick had cantered away. Her blood red ears prickled as she gave a tilt of her head, curiosity bubbling as she split in a run to follow the ebon male.
Gryffin followed as he lead her to a badger hole. Her hackles prickled as she crept closer, The scent of badger long gone and old as she crept closer to the entrance. Instaed of badger the air smelt strongly of Fernlick and another. An alien wolf Gryffin knew not of. Her lips erupted into a snarl. She would accept her brother for the moment but certainly not a stranger. her hackled prickled but the steady glare from Fernlick had only dared her on. Gryffin's mind raced as she watched Fernlick dissappear into the hole. She scented the air again and it smelt of a faint milk. The milk of a varg dam. Gryffin grew excited curious a to what surprises held for her in the badger hole.
Creeping up she decided that she would have to accept the fact that her brother had brought in a female. Most likely his mate and with that Gryffin relaxed as she starred into the set where three plump she pups slept. Gryffin growled softly in a purr liek fashion, her auburn tail giving a wag. A mother herself Gryffin could not help but become fond with the sight of the sleepign whelps.
And with that she crept closer into the den to investigate. Her muzzle runnign across the bodies of the pups as she took in their scent. Kin. They told her. Her nieces they would be. Gryffin gave a quiet but joyous bark as she inched forward to nuzzle her brother, her tail wagging slowly behind her as she adored the pups.
(bwaaaah)
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Post by Fernlick on Aug 6, 2006 1:20:19 GMT -5
[color=pink[glow=red,2,300]He glared down at his own blood and felt the silent vibration of a growl in his throat. They were tiny and covered in a blanket of dark fuzz. Fernlick breathed deep the air of the sticky den trying to guess which whelp went by what name; each femme smelt of milk and of Mantic. He tried to decipher one from the other; Lael was the lightest nestled there in the heart of the fleshy pile, Naca was the darkest with tiny pink nose thrust into a soft hide, and Lithwen was, at least for the moment, the largest curled up to catch and hold the evaporating warmth. Cubs; innocent, helpless young. Each at the command of the elements, each forsaken to the seasons, and each easily crushable in the male’s jaw. At the thought Fernlick’s mouth salivated from instinct; but the bond forged from pack unity and the desire to survive kept him from snapping the bones of his kin. Instead his pink eyes hardened and an unwanted pang of fierce devotion struck in his girth.
It felt wrong to be crouched in the shadows of the den with the scent of newborns cloying to his ebon pelt. Fernlick had been a Balkar; first among the putnar. He stalked the weak and commanded fear in it’s traveling; he tasted the innards of the Sikla’s. Yet before him were three whelps barely able to hold onto the life given to them. If Fernlick had followed the ways of his up bringing among the Night Hunters they would have been dead at his jaws. But…they were from him and Mantic. It was not only his duty to murder now, but protect. How could he balance those opposite traits into his nature; how could he live with the knowledge that he was a walking blood traitor of Shatocwnn and Leohlic. It was too confusing for Fernlick; he dropped those ideas every time they surfaced in his brain. He loved Mantic; he wouldn’t turn away from her, so he hunted the Lera doing the sun and the moon and took comfort in his companions touch even though at the back of his mind a howl was trying to summon him to the past where his father dwelt.
Fernlick glanced at Gryffin; his shining nose flaring as he caught her scent. He was coldly approving of the power contained in her bodice and the health radiating from her tri colored pelt. He would have been disappointed if the fire in her leaf green oculars had been extinguished. The clueless Varg, in the far corners of his senses, caught the change that the seasons had wrought on her soul; the same thing that had been sculpted into his own. Gryffin, his fierce blood sister, had fallen into a trap that neither blood of Shatocwnn and Leohlic had foreseen. Love. It was a wondrous emotion of nature; but it was one of the greatest weakness’ in life. To truly love something was a pain with a high cost. Things in love did actions to save the ones they cared about and so forsake themselves in the endless battle of survival. It had turned the Balkar Fernlick into a father of three; and curbed his wild nature into something it had never intended to become. The broken wolves of List gazed down at the whelps; defying the very dirt thy stood upon. They weren’t meant for mates; they could hardly love each other.
The ebon male’s ears shuddered on his crown as he sat hunkered over in the cramped, abandoned badger den. “So what has become of List and the Balkar; how is Father?” he growled, unaware that pride could not withstand change for as long as the mountains could.[/glow][/color]
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