Post by Captain Z on Nov 2, 2005 17:44:14 GMT -5
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//As Requested...\\
The crisp air slowly sank below freezing, the noise of the crows and ravens drowning into silence as the moon arose to conquer the final hours of the day. Severed channels of water slowed to a crystallized halt, cut off by the dying limbs and shrivilled leaves. Winter had already began to rob the forest of its thick brush, as the light of the moon met the rock solid surface of the Second's territory for the first time since the dying days of winter of one year ago. Though more became visible in the Balkar, the acid running water from the evergreens, the lack of sunlight, the ever lasting plague of the low lying mists, and the most feared creatures made the territory no playground for sikla, no hunting ground for packs, and definately, no 'childish dare' for cubs. They learned quickly, but most of the time, it would be the last thing they learned.
The shallow creek of the west slowed its frigid rapid waters to a solid stop, the last of the fish feeling the antifreeze of their system running agaisnt the cold-blood and adrenaline, running into a poisonous, painful death, and their carcass frozen to the water, to be met by the morning's flying scavenger, or the rodent, who had been lucky enough to never meet the eye of a Night Hunter. The lifeless branches of the lands oldest willows sulked over the solid frozen floor, its trunk twisted in several different directions, its little greenery swaying agaisnt the forrest floor with the winds of the frost. Between the three of the willows layed the Second, in the portion of the land, he prefered strickly as his own land. It was here he slept, and here he hunted. Though the lero learned to fear slowly, the new fawns of the season couldnt be less intelligent.
Several cracks of the winter took a damn harsh toll on the trees of the balkar, yet it was not enough to wake the Second from his sleeping state. He did not often dream, and when he did, it was never pleasant. He could over sleep the cracks of the night, though he wished he could over sleep the howls of useless sikla waiting at the borderlines. If they were never answered by the First or Second, the rest of the Night Hunters would be let loose to chew up the worthless meat. Though as the night silently fell by, a sikla's howl stirred up the ravens from their perch, driving the Second into a furious state.
Rising to all fours, the cold sapphire eyes pierced the darkness, the scent of the sikla's anxienty fell strongly into the frigid wind. Ziev did not have to move far to find the wolf, although it merely seemed like no distance to travel, the Second knew the lands on the back of his paw, and he silently approached the northern border, his mind somewhat disgusted that no one else heard the call, and his fury of disturbed sleep would not go unnoticed.
"And I could have sworn that all you mere cubs slept after the sun retreats. And for your own sake, and who ever watches over you, I hope you've got a damn good reason for being here sikla. Or maybe then you'll be the one waking up. Dead. " Ziev sneered, approaching from the wolf's blind side, his words bearly audible.
//Crappy Post. I'm dead tired. hence me being grumpy\\[/glow]
//As Requested...\\
The crisp air slowly sank below freezing, the noise of the crows and ravens drowning into silence as the moon arose to conquer the final hours of the day. Severed channels of water slowed to a crystallized halt, cut off by the dying limbs and shrivilled leaves. Winter had already began to rob the forest of its thick brush, as the light of the moon met the rock solid surface of the Second's territory for the first time since the dying days of winter of one year ago. Though more became visible in the Balkar, the acid running water from the evergreens, the lack of sunlight, the ever lasting plague of the low lying mists, and the most feared creatures made the territory no playground for sikla, no hunting ground for packs, and definately, no 'childish dare' for cubs. They learned quickly, but most of the time, it would be the last thing they learned.
The shallow creek of the west slowed its frigid rapid waters to a solid stop, the last of the fish feeling the antifreeze of their system running agaisnt the cold-blood and adrenaline, running into a poisonous, painful death, and their carcass frozen to the water, to be met by the morning's flying scavenger, or the rodent, who had been lucky enough to never meet the eye of a Night Hunter. The lifeless branches of the lands oldest willows sulked over the solid frozen floor, its trunk twisted in several different directions, its little greenery swaying agaisnt the forrest floor with the winds of the frost. Between the three of the willows layed the Second, in the portion of the land, he prefered strickly as his own land. It was here he slept, and here he hunted. Though the lero learned to fear slowly, the new fawns of the season couldnt be less intelligent.
Several cracks of the winter took a damn harsh toll on the trees of the balkar, yet it was not enough to wake the Second from his sleeping state. He did not often dream, and when he did, it was never pleasant. He could over sleep the cracks of the night, though he wished he could over sleep the howls of useless sikla waiting at the borderlines. If they were never answered by the First or Second, the rest of the Night Hunters would be let loose to chew up the worthless meat. Though as the night silently fell by, a sikla's howl stirred up the ravens from their perch, driving the Second into a furious state.
Rising to all fours, the cold sapphire eyes pierced the darkness, the scent of the sikla's anxienty fell strongly into the frigid wind. Ziev did not have to move far to find the wolf, although it merely seemed like no distance to travel, the Second knew the lands on the back of his paw, and he silently approached the northern border, his mind somewhat disgusted that no one else heard the call, and his fury of disturbed sleep would not go unnoticed.
"And I could have sworn that all you mere cubs slept after the sun retreats. And for your own sake, and who ever watches over you, I hope you've got a damn good reason for being here sikla. Or maybe then you'll be the one waking up. Dead. " Ziev sneered, approaching from the wolf's blind side, his words bearly audible.
//Crappy Post. I'm dead tired. hence me being grumpy\\[/glow]
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