Post by Sabla on Dec 13, 2007 12:21:00 GMT -5
Sabla wandered about Koran's borders. She was slightly bored, and was waiting for Tarmalo to come back so that they could play pranks on Silverwren. She smiled as she thought of this, for her and Tarmalo has been known to get into some mischief. They have been nearly inseparable nowadays and it was on rare occasion for her to walk alone like this. It felt... unnatural without the ebony varg by her side, with his muddy brown eyes and his toothy grin. But he needed to hunt alone, it was too dangerous for her to be aside him during his blood lust. She had already gotten hurt once from a loss of control, and he didn't want to chance her health ever again. At least he cared...
She looked up into the sky. A few tiny stars twinkled overhead on this endless night, but they seemed to have been fading since the gods have vanished. Rumor has it that the Balkar had stolen them away, but she thought that was foolish. What wolf could ever cage the gods? And anyway, she figured the Transylvanian wolves would blame anything on the Night Hunters, whether they had anything to do with it or not.
Though Sabla never put any effort into coming to the rescue of the gods. She was never really a religious wolf, and besides, this darkness suited her pleasure. Tarmalo was nocturnal, he hated the sun. So now they can frolic to their pleasure on an endless night. It was wonderful.
In her daze, she nearly didn't notice the dark figure standing atop a tall hill. She stopped suddenly, adrenaline coursing, as she realized how exposed she was. Sabla quickly dashed back into the shadows of the trees before the figure could get a good look. She positioned herself behind a tree, looking through the branches of a spruce, to see the strange figure.
Then she snorted, realizing how paranoid she was acting. It was probably only Blackstar or Tarmalo back from his hunt. She wagged her tail, grinning. And he's waiting for me! she thought. Sabla took off up the hill at that thought, and the closer she got, the more she was certain that it was Tarmalo. His dark coat, frosted with white was his trademark, as was her rustic red coat; no other wolf in Transylvania looked the same. "Tarmalo!" she called, and as he turned towards her voice, she stopped dead in her tracks.
It wasn't Tarmalo, it was Zabarack. He was back.
She cleared her throat, slightly embarrassed her weak nose hadn't picked up his scent, and spoke, "Well, Hello. Haven't seen you in a long time."
She looked up into the sky. A few tiny stars twinkled overhead on this endless night, but they seemed to have been fading since the gods have vanished. Rumor has it that the Balkar had stolen them away, but she thought that was foolish. What wolf could ever cage the gods? And anyway, she figured the Transylvanian wolves would blame anything on the Night Hunters, whether they had anything to do with it or not.
Though Sabla never put any effort into coming to the rescue of the gods. She was never really a religious wolf, and besides, this darkness suited her pleasure. Tarmalo was nocturnal, he hated the sun. So now they can frolic to their pleasure on an endless night. It was wonderful.
In her daze, she nearly didn't notice the dark figure standing atop a tall hill. She stopped suddenly, adrenaline coursing, as she realized how exposed she was. Sabla quickly dashed back into the shadows of the trees before the figure could get a good look. She positioned herself behind a tree, looking through the branches of a spruce, to see the strange figure.
Then she snorted, realizing how paranoid she was acting. It was probably only Blackstar or Tarmalo back from his hunt. She wagged her tail, grinning. And he's waiting for me! she thought. Sabla took off up the hill at that thought, and the closer she got, the more she was certain that it was Tarmalo. His dark coat, frosted with white was his trademark, as was her rustic red coat; no other wolf in Transylvania looked the same. "Tarmalo!" she called, and as he turned towards her voice, she stopped dead in her tracks.
It wasn't Tarmalo, it was Zabarack. He was back.
She cleared her throat, slightly embarrassed her weak nose hadn't picked up his scent, and spoke, "Well, Hello. Haven't seen you in a long time."