Calamity
Cub
I do what the Vioces tell me
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May 23, 2005 14:57:49 GMT -5
Post by Calamity on May 23, 2005 14:57:49 GMT -5
The pup swayed on her paws. Her eyes swooned as they stuck out an almost violent blue through the brown fur aroudn her face. She felt a trickle of blood make its steady stream from the wound in her ear down her ey, and fall to the groudn wiht a small but definent spaltter. The pup flet all the darkness go aroudn her, and memories flashed before her eyes.
Calamity was running. The vioces were screaming instruction everywhere, and she didn;t know where to go. Her mind was reeling wiht lost thoughts and emotiosn, but the thundering sound in her ears, far from helping her, confused her to no end.Fear rose in her throat like bile, and she could feel the hot breath of the bear behind her.
The paw slammed into the young cub wiht the force of a small bomb, and as Calamity shuddered backwards slightly on dark paws she coudl see the flashback reverberating over and over in her eyes. She could see every part of it. She saw her own brown body hit the tree and crumble, falling deep down into the stream. She even heard the bear give a roar of fury as its charge escaped from it.
Calamity was hardly conceose. She could feel water around her, adn the mere coldness of it kept her from slipping into unconceose. She felt her claws snagg the edge of a bank. SHe dind;t know where the water had taken her, but she was here.
Gasping the cub had not the energy to shake the water and blood off her pelt. Her mind was baffled by the blow, but it still had enough gumpton to summon a shiver. And shiver she did, unitll she finally slipped to the ground. Eyes closed halfway, and her ragged breathing paused for a moment, as dark fured brown limbs paused their sluggish movement.
She was on the brink of conceose, walking the line between darkness and the light.
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May 24, 2005 4:19:36 GMT -5
Post by Serg on May 24, 2005 4:19:36 GMT -5
Serg felt a sigh of relief course out of him as his intelligent burnign amber eyes watched the glowing red disc of the sun set in the west. he licked his maw thoughtfully. now the lands would cool now considerably, and he could already feel the slightest ease in the heat. night had always been his favourite time, and now once again he would not be bothered by the infernal heat of spring/summer, making his blood boil and actions rash.
the great black Dragga moved through the lush vegetation and finally, reached the river. he lowered his head and his pink tongue emerged from between the ivory bars of his prison of sharp teeth; stealing the cool waters of the river to refresh the body concealed amongst the jet-black fur.
Serg lifted his proud head, drinking in the smells of the newly dawned night. he muttered something to himself, and was about to walk away when suddenly he stiffened, every muscle in his bulky body became suddenly tense and all his sense reeled and were on alert. he had caught the scent of blood. from an early age Serg had taught himself to catch the smell of even the tiniest drop of blood on the faintest spring breeze, and now the scent was easy for the proud Night Hunter to pick up on, and it was even easier for him to track the wounded target. this one seemed quite far away.
Serg growled a challenge to the winds as he leapt into a loping run, his silent paws carrying him swiftly towards the source of the scent. sharp claws renting the earth in his path as they collided with the spring soils.
as the Dragga neared he slowed, raising his tail in a proud arch and growling. 'who's there?' he growled, then his keen amber eyes spotted movement and were drawn to the small form of a bedraggled pup. his lip curled skywards in distaste. he hated pups. he trotted over carefully, this one seemed barely conscious and blood dripped down her face from a wound in her ear. 'who are you? how did you get here?' Serg demanded in a deep growling voice which carried no tone of sympathy. for he didnt care who this pup was, or mcuh about her current state of health, just so long as she got out of his territory.
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Calamity
Cub
I do what the Vioces tell me
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May 29, 2005 7:58:27 GMT -5
Post by Calamity on May 29, 2005 7:58:27 GMT -5
Theslight movement in the grass brought Calamitys baby blue eyes flickering upwards. Her mouth opened slightly, and she strained to move her auds enough to catch what had just spoken to her. ITwas probably a good thing she did not acheive this attempt, for the sight of the mighty dragga in frton fo her would probably done more damage to the injured pup thatn good. Giving up the pup let her lips part, revealing the course later of blood on her tongue. Another drop fell from her ear, sliding down her face in a long stretch of crimson stain. "Calamity...sir..." she rasped, for no matter how hurt she was the sound of his vioce and complexity of his scent was enough to tell her the varg was male. With a small sigh the pup gave up, lettinghermuzzle fall closed again, alongw iht her eyelids which slid down, concealing her baby blue eyes as she let her slow breathing become more steady. Less ragged as if had been fro her tussle andbussle wiht the stream. Letting out a slow outtake of air she watched the inside of her eyelids burn as the cold began to seep its way into her fur.
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Jul 26, 2005 15:05:00 GMT -5
Post by drake on Jul 26, 2005 15:05:00 GMT -5
The bitter sweet scent of blood filled the young Dragga's nares as he stalked through the territories of the Night Hunters. His eye, an orb of yellow buring in its socket glowed in his head, the other no longer was there. He turned his muzzle towards the smell, lips curling back into what looked like both a snarl and smile. The wolf raised his tattered tail in challenge. In silence he slinked forward, paws barly making a sound. The beast slided over the earth like a wave of mist, a cloud of gray slithering around the trees and underbrush. The closer he came the more the scent grew until it bore into his nostrils. A vioce curled into the air, deep with a dangerous tone. However he reconized it, Serg. The sound of a stream reached his ears, like bells the water trickled over the stones. Through the thickets he saw a young she-wolf. Near by as he had thought was the ebony Dragga. Though now his eye drilled into the rusty hued pup. He growled, the sound coming from deep within his chest. With that he stepped into view. Drake looked around him briefly in his same angry glare. His one remaining optic narrowed until it was a splinter of gold. "Who may this be?" He grumbled wryly, not really even caring. The real question was, why was she here. A small ribbon or red trailed down her face, staining the femme's cheek a deep hue of crimson. He calmly looked over the cub swiftly. Also, what were they going to do with her.
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