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Post by Fiory on Feb 15, 2006 16:02:09 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,3,00]"Alright Drathlic, steady your breathing long...silent..breaths.." Fiory adviced. Her tail was stiff as she waited. The smell of the deer was intoxicating, but Fiory knew better. Once the fawn stopped to drink from it's mother's belly, the stargazer turned again to the adolescent at her side.
"Drathlic, Do you know why I asked you to accompany me?" Though she did not wait long for him to respond, she allowed a few second silence to pass between them. "It is because I know you have great potential, just like the rest of the varg in List do....I can see it in your eyes and the eyes are the windows to the soul." For a moment, a doe stirred, and Fiory fell silent in her whispers, allowing the sound of an uneasy hoof to flow over the Drappa and her counterpart just as the wind had been.
"I know this task may seem difficult to you...because I can see the unease in your eyes...but do not fret...You accompanying me now, fills my heart with pride...not many your age would be willing to do something this complex with their Drappa, alone.." A soft smile came to her muzzle, and she lifted a paw to gentle rustle the adolescents forehead tenderly. It was like an older sibling to a younger one, even though Fiory and Drathlic were unrelated.
"Now what I wish you to do is take the left flank. Wait until I expose myself and then begin to drive the herd into the crevace I mentioned earlier...Just follow my lead, and you'll do just fine....Ready?"[/glow]
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Post by Gryffin on Feb 17, 2006 23:01:01 GMT -5
Gryffin grinned, and her tail gave one final swish of excitement before she turned to direct her attention to Silent and Sudak. She dipped her muzzle and licked Silent tenderly on her cheek before giving her a nudge on her shoulder. "Come on Silent, lets not keep Fiory waiting for long" She said with a soft smile before padding uphill toward the rocky cliffs and crevices Fiory had spoken about. Gryffin looekd to Sudak and gave hi ma warm nudge before she skipped uphill, her claws digging into the deep snow as she tried to hold her balance. The snow was thick and the rocks below had been iced over.
Gryffin looekd over to Silent and gave her an approving nod before hiding herself amongste the bushes. Gryffin's darker fur coat contrasted with the vivid white snow. Annoyed and restless Gryffin crouched, feelign her muscles tense up as she waited for the sudden dash of wolf paws. The sound of Fiory's hungry barks and snaps as she would soon lead the herla to the varg's hungry waitign jaws.
(sorry sucky posty)
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Post by Fiory on Feb 20, 2006 1:17:52 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,3,00]((Well, I was waiting for Drathlic to post, but I suppose I better get us started, I wouldn't want this thread to die so quickly....))
Without a hesitated glance more to her young adolescent counterpart, the ebony frame slide from her hiding spot, keeping low to the shadows that loomed over the snow drifts, lingering in the sun's warming rays. The wait was almost unbarable, but she needed patience, for the wind to change ever so slightly. Immediatly, her ivory glow of snow revealed the deadly black varg to the does and their small fawn, though the beasts were so busy digging for whatever grass lay beneath the icey surface, that Fiory's bony pelt was paid no mind. It was perfect, almost too perfect, but the stargazer couldn't waste time thinking what else might be lurking. Instead, she crept herself foreward, allowing her pelt to pick up the frigid crystals of snow the better sheild that ebon coat.
A soft forepaw crunched the snow just too loudly, and a fattened doe shot her head straight up. It's large ears pricked foreward and the stargazer could see its nostril's flared in a tensed manner. Without knowing if her fellows were in position or not, and knowing full well that these herla were not going to stick around this place for long now that Fiory's position was surely discovered, the ebon pelt bolted. Her tail waved high like a banner, her lengthy stilts flying across the ground, every rib showing as her spine arched and stretched, lengthening each stride. A loud vicious bark echoed in the doe's ears, those canines exposed and glistening in the sun with anticipation. A bleet of panic was given from the alerted doe, and it's counterparts with the young fawn dashed away, tails high in the air. This was Drathlic's signal to begin to help drive the lot of them with Fiory into the crevace. The stargazer's streamline body, though boney as it were, arched to drive the heavily pregnant does and the young fawn towards Gryffin, Sudak and Silent, praying to Tor that her Betas and their adolescent helper would wait until the herla had the chance to slip upon the stones and rocks. Goldenrod auditories flicked backward, and if possible, Fiory sped onward, just to continue the does into that panic driven state of staying as close to one another as possible...driving them onward only feet behind them.
((Blah....cruddy post, but I hope it'll do to continue our hunt....))[/glow]
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Post by Silent on Feb 20, 2006 4:27:29 GMT -5
Silent tensed, ever so slightly. Her muscles were exited. They wanted to be used, to run, to leap. Silent had to keep her nerve, this hunt was important, if it went well, all Listern Varg was sure to have their fill, to have a bounty. If it was ruined by the silver varg, her position in the pack, the lives of herself, Fiory and the rest of the listern varg. All these thoughts ran through her head. But her eyes were clear, the crevace was clear at the moment. Soon there would be a battle, herla against varg. Shelet out a silent sigh as she awaited the barks of attack from Fiory. She waited silently in the undergrowth beside the rocks. Her eyes flicked uncertainly across to where the ivory varg lay in wait. Then across to the tri hued female, Gryffin. Hopefully she had enough strength to at least pull down one of the panicked herla.
Suddenly the barks of Fiory echoed around where they lay. Silent heard it over and over again. The hooves of the herla coming ever closer, ever closer to their deaths. But one must eatt to survive. And this meal was going to be succcesful. At least more than one herla would be taken. She felt herself yip in her mind. She felt herself tense again. She must relax, she must not let her and her fellow hunters positions away. All of a sudden, she relaxed, her mind was cleared, her intentions fixed. She was ready...
(Ack my post is crappy too! ARGH!)
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Post by Drathlic on Feb 20, 2006 14:34:40 GMT -5
((Sorry again folks >.< ))
Crouching low by Fiory's side, Drathlic breathed long and silent like she calmly soothed, perking his auds forward and keeping his eyes on the herla before them to prevent his worrying eyes straying towards his Drappa's golden pools. But as her quiet and gentle voice spoke again, asking a question he knew the answer not, his icy blue hues slowly drifted towards her and landed reluctantly on her muzzle - avoiding once again the eye contact to respect her status in the pack, and to keep to his own. Her words were full of praise and great truth that burned the skin beneath the fur on his ruddy muzzle. Blushing and suddenly looking down at his paws, Drathlic couldn't help but allow a small smile to tug at the edges of his lips.
But before he could reply a sincere thanks, the gentle rustle of undergrowth and the disturbance of the snow caught his breif attention and he watched his Drappa move forward - going suddenly silent in her movements. Momentarily he was frozen to the spot, startled at what he was now to face. But...with the words of Fiory still strong and fresh in his mind, it helped him gather himself and get up, slowly following in behind his skeletal Drappa, dipping his paws into her paw prints to reduce noise and friction on deep snow. The sudden jerk of the doe's head caught Drathlic by suprise and for a second he too jerked back in fright and his hind leg stood back tentively. But with the sudden bark and lunge of his Drappa towards the beasts, Drathlic knew now that he was needed - and if he didn't do what he was asked...the pack would suffer for it.
Observing now as the herd galloped forward, his Drappa hot on their heels, Drathlic let his hind legs jolt and push him forward into a desperate run. Forelegs stretched out before him and took the land beneath him in their stride, steering him forward whilst his hind legs kicked up the snow swiftly in great white snow clouds. His breathing increased along with his accelerating heart, sending out plumes of misty breathe from his shimmering black nose. Azure gaze was transfixed on the moving beasts now and his speed increased greatly, everything to the side of his view point was now a mere blur that flew past him - no second glances taken...only the trophies that lay before him.
Unaware that now his speed was beginning to match that of his incredibly swift Drappa's, Drathlic took the left flank of the herla as he'd been instructed and bound to their side, growling deeply as he approached them to urge them forward, his muzzle clunched shut and his tail flailing out behind him for ballance. He had reached a point now where bloodlust and death couldn't reach him. He was running alongside the lera...those not of his own kind...and it made his heart soar with pleasure. A pleasure he hadn't felt before.
It took little time for the herd to breach a point where at last the copse came into view where they were herding him...and where their fate would be sealed.
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Post by Sudak on Mar 5, 2006 13:43:39 GMT -5
Sudak could feel the ivory matching ice beneath his paws seeming to tremble with fear. A few of the snow covered bushes concealing his position seemed to be shaking themselves free from their snow covered coats. Sudak let a short and almost silent growl emit from his maw as if he were swearing at the bushes to keep quiet and sit still. Without any other warning the herla rounded the bend in the trees which the ivory beta's eyes had been so keenfully fixed upon. Eyes narrowing and muscles tensing Sudak readied himself for the moment they would all leap from their concealment and take away the breath of life the herla so dearly acted to hold on to. With a sharp glance to Gryffin and Silent Sudak gave a silent "are you ready" with his eyes alone. A split second glance was all he allowed his sight to leave the herla to examine the two who would accompany him on their end of the hunt.
As the herla continued their dashes that were so hindered by the ice-caked snow Sudak caught the thinning form of his Drappa, Fiory and close by the adolescent form of Drathlic. They had so far done a terrific job of herding the herla to their point of death. Sudak could now see and smell the fear spewing from the Herla as they now realized were they were heading. All that remain in their path of flee was a steep and narrow pathway of sharp and jagged rocks and boulders. What lay on the otherside was unknown to the herla but that was the only hope they had, they would continue their way to the top and pray for their lives that their means of escape lay upon the other side of the rocks. Little did they know that their death awaited them alongside the narrow path.
Clumbsilly they tried their best one by one to climb the invisiblly iced over rocks, slipping every so often hindering their flee even more. The scent of panic now strong in the air, fueling the drive that Sudak would soon release.
One by one the herla passed by the hiding spot of the ivory mann yet one lingered just a little too close. With the bloodlust now bursting forth from it's bodice Sudak lunged straight for the throat of the ignorant herla. The force struck it so strongly that the body of the lera flew from one side of the path to the other and struck the opposite wall and shattered the herla's skull. The impact of the wall lunged Sudak's fangs deeper yet into the herla's jugular and the continous seeping flow of the red life giving liquid gushed through the ivory beta's jaws. The two intertwined body's flung to the ground and landed upon the sharp rocks. A crimson smear remained on the stone wall leaving the story for generations of what had occured at this spot. All of the events unfolded only within seconds and the body Sudak must have looked like a ghost to any onlookers. When the two had hit the jagged upcrop the neck of the herla had pounded onto Sudak's front leg smashing it into the sharpest point of one of the lying rocks. A yelp could be heard screaming from his maw for a second but his grip would not loosen from his pray. The pulse soon stopped as he heard other herla continuing their flee up the rockside. Sudak listened for the accompaniment of his packmates and their attacks. His eyes closed for a few seconds as he made sure no last pulse would come. He opened his eyes and loosened his grip ever so slowly and licking his chops that were now dripping with blood.//hmmm that was an interesting post ... come on guys we can't let this post die, list will survive !!!!\\
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Post by Fiory on Mar 5, 2006 16:38:20 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,3,00]An ebon streak only watched as her beta mann was flung about, and the herla soon lay dead in his jaws. But she could not stick around to much to congratulate him. That was only phase one, so like the shadows of night she bounded atop the herla unaware of Sudak's injury and barked a clear and crisp "Well Done" into his ear, pride billowing from her raspy breaths.
The run normally would have felt exhilerating for Fiory, and until this point it had. Unfortunatly with her deteriorated state, such a dash and dine was taxing on the drappa of list, and she could feel what little muscles she had strain and yell with soreness for tomarrows impending coming. The intoxication of that crimson blood hung in the air, and as Fiory lept after the rest of the herd, a great amount wafted into her nostrils. A new sensation came over her, once seeming to have been long forgotten. Her tail raised high, signalling the others to pounce when they were ready. The lead doe however, was hers. Why the drappa thought to take on the strongest of the herd in her own weakened state was a result of the blood lust that had coursed through her nostrils and poisoned her thoughts and her very veins. The venom of it was so thick now that all thought and all reason were slipping from her crania and out her ears it seemed. Breaths of hot billowing ash like smoke puffed from an open maw as one doe and the fawn leapt to their deaths upon the rocks. A blood curdling crack was heard and a bleet of panic echoed around. The pregnant doe had faltered in her leap, and the fawn had gotten in the way of it's landing. The doe now lay bloodied and ripped open by the icicle shards of rocks dead as anything else was in the winter, the paniced fawn broken but still alive for the moment beneath her. She would make the easiest of targets being that more then likely she was broken under the doe's weight and paralyzed where she was. Of course this easy kill was driven from Fiory's starved mind. Oh no, she did not want fawn blood...She wanted the strongest of the does, heavily pregnant and all.
It was unclear how Fiory managed to weave in an out of the other does of the small herd to get to the one up front, but once she had she leapt like a lion would, a foolish move upon the does' backside. Immediatly a bleeting call ran out through the mountains, the doe's crimson blood spilling into the stargazer's open and waiting maw. However, in the doe's panic she seemed to buck like a bronco and misplaced her hoof afterward. The front end of her slipped on the deadly ice, and what happened next seemed to collide in a split moment. The doe's last bleet screamed from her muzzle before her front end fell to the ground and her back end with Fiory clining tightly to it came foreward in a clumbsy summersault. A hidious crack was given, the doe's neck breaking with her own sheer weight rendering death upon her as quickly as a spring breeze. But what of Fiory?
A whine of pain ran through her ebony black muzzle, the rump and hind quarters of the doe squashing her against the ice laiden rocks. Blood seeped from the hips of the doe, still warm, still fresh, but warmth spilled from beneath the stargazer aswell. Those golden hues glistening with agony blinked a few times before the actual pain of her endevor set in. Slowly she looked down the path before Sudak and his proud claim of doe flesh were to a small trickling of crimson, mixing with the ice and the snow and the blood of the herla. A light gulp was given, though she would not worry her packmates. Through the stinging pain in her spine was probably the cause, Fiory tried to shrug the blistering pain away...Give a strong face...For her pack..For her family...
An inner battle bickered back and forth, and Fiory's own voice within her head seemed to weaken as the truth seemed to strengthen against her. For a moment, she almost seemed to loose consciousness, the bodies of the herla ahead blurring significantly, while the shapes and figures of her packmates were only shapes against the mountain side. Shadows slowly took the ebony stargazer, and her grip upon the lera loosened and fell. She was not dead, far from it, but rest.....was surely a welcome release. Your spine is broken "Shut up." You'll never run again... "I will..." You know...you won't. ".....I know."[/glow]
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Post by Sudak on Mar 5, 2006 18:04:21 GMT -5
As Fiory flew by Sudak's still laying form he heard on the wind a congratulation. With a short lived smile the ivory man began to rise to his paws but was hindered short with a bolting pain making it's way from his front left paw shooting down through his back to the tip of his tail. A shrill bark erupted from his maw once again this time lasting a little while longer than last time. The impact stunned the beta and he fell limply back to the earth with his eyes tightly shut trying to will away the pain. When the pain subsided enough, with a now pounding leg he opened his eyes to observe what was causing such excruciating pain. What lay before his eyes seemed completely foreign and unnatural to the beta mann. The sharpened point of a rock had pierced his left leg, above the paw but below his elbow, and made it's way completely through his leg. The crimson covered rock point was clearly seen emitting from his leg and Sudak cringed as the pain suddenly increased with the sight of the wound.
The rest of the herd had passed him by by this point and among the beeting of hooves Sudak heard the collapse of yet another doe. Sudak looked up expecting to see Fiory triumphant in her chase standing proudly over the kill but just as he caught sight of the doe he heard a whine coming from the same point. With no clear sight of Fiory, Sudak became worried. He began to search wildly for his Beta with his eyes scanning the scene. He saw a shape beneath the herla and with the focusing of his previously blurred vision he saw that it was Fiory collapsed under the doe.
Sudak clenched his maw as tight as he could and with a burst of energy he ripped his leg free of the piercing rock as he stood with the rest of his body. The pain seered throug his body again but this time Sudak was expecting it. With the unimaginable pain Sudak's three remaining good legs gave way under his body's weight and he collapsed to the ground once more before struggling to gain his footing on the slippery surface. With his front left paw hanging limply beneath his crimson stained form he began a fast pad or hop like movement towards Fiory's clearly injured form. Blood continued a continous flow from the ivory manns leg and it seemed to only be hanging on to his form by a few scraps of flesh.
When he had made his way the rest of the way up the incline Sudak was panting for breath as the bloodloss was catching up with him. He was now over the inhibitted form of his Drappa. Streams of blood ran steadily from beneath the two bodys. Sudak prayed that it was only the blood of the doe that lay upon Fiory. Gathering the few ounces of strength he had left he whispered a few words of encouragement. "Hold on Fiory, just hold on!" Sudak gripped the leg of the doe and began to pull the body down the slope, however he struggled on the slippery surface with only three able legs. he tried a few times to use his front left leg but the use of it only brought shreaking pain. As he almost had the doe free of Fiory's body the flesh which Sudak was gripping ripped free of the does leg and Sudak was flung down the icy slope for a few feet until he hit his back against another jagged rock. A shrill bark then emerged from his maw again. The now clearly beaten form of the beta rolled to his stomach then rose once more to grab the leg of the doe by the bone and now filled with anger Sudak gave one last yank, Fiory's body was then free of the doe's form.
Sudak hobbled his way the rest of the distance back to Fiory's broken body to collapse just short of her. His strenth was nearly gone, a pool of blood was beginning to form again near his leg and his back was bleeding slowly.
"Fiory! Can you hear me!?"
Sudak was clearly filled with anger not at her or himself but the doe. Inside though he wasn't sure who he was angry at. It just made him feel better throwing the blame on somebody else. Suddenly it occured to him, the rest of the pack, what had happened to them during all of this? Had they encountered the same misfortune Fiory and himself had. He wouldn't call the rest of the pack for he knew he could handle Fiory and himself for the time being. The pack needed the food and he wouldn't distract the pack from their mission. His attention now back to Fiory he pinned his ears against his crania and lay his head down beside his good paw as his other lay limply to his other side half attatched. If one listened they could hear a constant high pitched whine escaping his clamped maw.
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Post by Drathlic on Mar 6, 2006 12:54:12 GMT -5
((Sorry I never replied, was waiting for someone to reply before me))
Drathlic continued to run towards the large crevous at full pelt, squinting as snow was thrown into the air and kicked in his eyes, distorting his sight from where he was going. Throwing an annoyed glance up at the doe he was now running equally with, Drathlic let a short growl escape his muzzle. But the time was going by so quickly he hadn't noticed that they were already at the edge of the icy dead end. Letting out a yelp in fright he threw his forepaws down hard on the solid, icy ground and tried to slow himself down. Everything went by so fast that he had little account of detail. All the young male could remember was the flash of white leaping from behind a concealed hidden place as Sudak flung his entire weight into a single doe's throat, crashing the two herla into the mountain's side, causing even more noise than the drumming hooves against rock and ice. Wincing, Drathlic then remembered the sight of his ebony Drappa flying past him and weaving into the herd they'd just driven here, disapearing only to reemerge flying onto the back of the lead doe. Only coas followed that last attack. Blood spilt on every patch of clean slate rock and ice and was soaked up by the water starved earth.
Closing his eyes tightly shut, Drathlic began to back away from the sights which were created before him, the scent of that fowl oddur. Memories flooded back and he whined in torment, shaking his head savagely whilst flattening his auds tightly against his head. He knew he couldn't hunt - this was just not what he was able to handle. Why had he followed them? Why had he even accepted the invite to be by Fiory's side? Because his pack were starving and on the verge of death. Especially his Drappa. He couldn't have just let them do it all on their own without him there to give a helping paw.
A snarl suddenly curled the very tips of his lip, something that could have even shocked Drathlic if his mind had let him. What was he doing? There were his pack in turmoil - herla dead and still some to die. Even if the young male had never hunted in his life nor could bring himself to be the one to end the beast's life, he would still help continue on the chase. Throwing foreard his forelegs, Drathlic pounced into a headstrong run and began to tear his way after the herla, making his way past the pools of blood with little more that a flicker of his ears - his focus now was simply on the herla, that at least would keep his mind off the stomach chruning memories and death which surrounded him. Passing past Sudak and Fiory as they lay together - Drathlic knew best that his Beta could consult to his Drappa's needs better than himself - but he threw them a worried glance all the same and bounded after the last few herla that were now bounding up the rock's steep side. Skidding to a halt by the dead doe's side, her fawn still bleeting tragically beneath her, Drathlic watched as one of them peaked the edge and was suddenly out of view. There was little or no way for the young timber male to follow, so instead he turned his attention to the bleeting fawn. Looking down at it with his azure gaze, Drathlic's heart stopped for a mere moment when the realisation for him to make the kill dawned upon him. This was his chance. To confront his fears and make his first kill.
Padding towards it's frozen form and staring deeply into its terrified eyes, Drathlic's auds flexed back and he looked away, trying his best to avoid it's pleading look. With several attempts, he finally threw his muzzle forward and clamped his jaws tightly around its throat. Wincing at the taste and feel of the life within his jaws going slowly limp, a shudder ran through his body as its death cry came to a stop and he staggered back from his first kill, the fawn's blood dripping now from his crimson stained muzzle. It was...awful...
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Post by Gryffin on Mar 7, 2006 23:18:27 GMT -5
(aww i was going to post yesturday and wow you guyswork fast )
Gryffin waited, her muscles tensing as she heard the loud rumbling of heavy hooves. Gryffin's back legs twitched wanting to run head on but she kept silent, kept still. Her ears then twitched at the smallest rustle of another wolf. Gryffin turned her head to see Silent, as anxious as the tri hued beta. Gryffin just hoped that Silent would stay put, and she did. Gryffin grinned with a silent pride for the young she wolf. But her focus was immediatly sprung back onto the herla.
Now Gryffin could see the terrified shock of the herla. Their amber eyes opened wide in shock, her tails raised liek a flare, a warnign signal as their hooves dashed and slipped on the icy ridge. Gryffin grinned and she tensed up her muscles, collectign energy into her back legs, ready for the spring. Her emerald orbs watched every herla. THey seemed all starved, hungry. The journey to the mountains must have worn them down. Gryffin thought hungrily as she watched the herla come. Gryffin counted in her head. clip-clop-clip-clop
Now!. Gryffin snarled and she sprung. From the corner of her eyes she could see her white mate spring after a doe. Gryffin though banked to the right and began to dash after another one. The beta found her mistake. Tired and consumed by the sudden den life of a mother, and List not being a pack that had much chance of hunting together had made given Gryffi na communication error. Confused, she went for a herla that she thought Sudak was going for but clearly Sudak had fallen back behind her and was attackign a different doe. But this was no time to swerve back and join Sudak. Gryffin was determined to fall this one.
She snarled and ran after the herla, consumed by bloodlust as she snapped at the does flanks. At once the doe stumbled, its full attention on Gryffin and not on her surroundings. Gryffin snarled and lunged, digging her teeth into its flank as the pregnant doe bellowed and huffed. Swinging its head wildly it knocked gryffin and sent her flying as she landed softly in the snow. the tri hued varg snarled and lunged once more before the herla could steady itself on the icy terrain. But it struck again this time with its hooves as it caught Gryffin squarely on the shoulder. Gryff yelped and shook it off feverishly as she took a full bite and hung onto its back leg. The herla shook it wildly trying to shake the pesking vermin off its ankle as the wolf hung on.
But Gryffin let go and at once she sprang forward and lunged at its shoulders. The doe bellowed and swung her off. Gryffin yelped and tried to ballance herself but her foot had been wedged into the ice and she slipped, falling onto her side and twisthing her ankle as the doe reared and striked with her front hooves. Gryffin looked up as the herla was about too smash her front hooves o nthe lying beta but the herla slipped and immediatly it fell onto Gryffin. Hooves first as Gryffin tried to dodge it. The herla fell, its abdomon on Gryffin's back side immobilizing her and on of its front hooves stamped onto Gryffin's left ear. Gryffin yowled and yelped with pain and in the mere shock and surprise of pain Gryffin made a terrible mistake by trying to rip herself out. And in doing so caused her ear to tear. Gryffin yowled and ecaped, though her ear ripped and bloodied. Snarling with pain and frustration Gryffin snapped at the herla which made it jump up off the wolf and prepare its escape.
Snarling Gryffin took one last lunge at the herla and she hung on. But the herla excited from the wolf's injuries began to buck madly and threw Gryffin back intothe snow. Gryffin stumbled and growled as she opened her eyes and shook herself dazed and her head spinning. There she watched as the doe limped off even further into the mountains. Gryffin growled. But she would not go after it. The doe was as good as dead, for behind it trailed its path of blood, running liek a waterfall. She would not get far and it would not be long before the doe died of her own wounds.
Panting Gryffin yelped as she staggered back over toward her other packmates. Her emerald eyes looking dissappointed and guilty that she could not help bring the escaped herla down, but Gryffin would find it the next day. Tongue hanging from her mouth, and shoulder heaving with a fresh wound the tri hued varg limped back toward the group, there she watched as Drathlic lunged and killed the fawn's life. Gryffin felt proud of the young male, though little did she know of Drathlic's dilemna. Gryffin looked around the a doe had been felled. So it was successful after all. But she whined where was sudak and fiory? Gryffin looked around and barked in agony. THere she saw her limping Sudak strugglign as he tore another herla bodice away from a black form.
Gryffin made low loud whines and scramble-limped toward Fiory. "aunt fiory..." Gryffin said nudging the ebon wolfess with her soft crimson covered muzzle. She lifted her head and nuzzled Sudak, licking his front paw that was lifted from the snow as he stood on three legs. "Fiory...fiory, oh please wake up" Gryffin whined as she sat on her haunches, resting her back foot as blood trickled from her cut ear and shoulder.
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Post by Silent on Mar 18, 2006 12:57:59 GMT -5
(EEEEK! I am SO sorry! I really really am!)
As the comotion was going on, the herla being dragged down by her packmates. If she didn't spring out and bring one down, they would be ashamed of her. Her silver body was thrown out of the cover and she slid over the ground towardsone of the fleeing herla. Her muscles flexed as she silently ran beside it as it swung around to see its fawn being killed by her dear friend Drathlic. That was a bad move as Silent then threw herself upon the herla's back and bit into its neck, a powerful bite brought the doe down, crushing the young varg beneath it, struggling to its feet the herla managed to break free from the silver adolescent's jaws. A snarl erupted from the varg, fangs bared, blood-lust took over her body and she leaped after the doe, another seemed to have escaped. The rest of the hunting party seemed to have stopped, but Silent could not, she did not know that her Drappa had been critically injured. She could hear nothing but her pulse and the wind lashing into her face. Golden eyes seemed to have a fire burning in them, she glided over the snow like a ghost, so silent. She came upon the doe which had been injured by her Beta Gryffin. Hurling herself upon the already injued herla, one bite ended its misery. Not even this kill stopped Silent, even the taste f blood did not satisfy her now. She bounded on after the other doe, muscles flexing, heart beating *thud... thud... thud... thued* Claws digging into the snow, legs powering er on. She brought down that doe, she killed it by suffocation, after being thrown abotu upon its back. She managed to drag the herla towards the other, no way she would be able to take both. She dragged the one who had been suffocated back towards the hunting party.
The snow caked her paws as she managed to drag the heavy dead herla into the clearing whichh the snow had been turned from beautiful ivory to a deadly scarlet. Only then did she see the damage done to her fellow pack mates. Panic set into her, she had not realised that the hunt had ended and that most of her pack mates were battered and bruised. She had not notice her Drappa lying upon the scarlet snow in a twisted way. She dropped her prize's neck and threw herself to her Beta's side. Eyes searching her Drappa desperatly, mind racing. How could she have been so stupid to not have seen this! She whimperred and whined, she did not want to loose her Drappa now. She looked at Gryffin, then to Sudak and Drathlic. Then back to Fiory. "Please...... wake up...."
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Post by Drathlic on Mar 23, 2006 13:13:17 GMT -5
((I'll post as soon as I get the time guys ok? Plus I think it's time Fiory gets the chance. Work's bee driving me nuts this past week -_-; ))
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Post by Fiory on Mar 27, 2006 2:48:45 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,3,00]((I'm soo sorry guys...I didn't forget (entirely) about this I swear, I've been gone all weekend, and I just got back, I'll post now though so that you guys don't have to wait...AGAIN! X.X" <--ish a very bad drappa....I'm really sorry for making you guys wait like this.... )) The thuds of footsteps were loud and heavy in her ears. A tunnel of ebony surrounded a form most black. Where Am I? The familiarity of the voice echoed about invisible chambers, richoteting off of imaginary walls. But her jaw did not move, only thoughts escaped. Fine tuned claws that so normally were half silent, whatever the occassion, seemed loud and thick in her ears. But, where was she? Where was she walking to? And why, what purpose for such a walk was there? The faintest of noises rose above the streamline figure's obsenely loud pawsteps. A goldenrod ear flicked in the direction, followed by the entire cranium of Fiory's subconscious self to follow in suit. Such beautiful music, heavenly, melodic and utterly entrancing. And yet, the song seemed somewhat familiar. Cautious in this dark and otherwise empty place, her paws changed direction and began at a slow walk towards the sound. Light seemed to pour out of no where, steadily growing, steadily filling what appeared to be an ascending stone. Blinking warily, the ebon Drappa of List, stepped within the white light filtered through the space, making her way to the skyward stone. "Where am I?" Her jaws moved, but her voice seemed to lag slightly, or perhaps it was just the echoes that seemed to create such an effect. A silken voice, so kind and so soft answered this time. You are in a safe place, for the moment...Fiory's ears perked, this voice held the same echoe, and it's gentle caressing tone was something that the female had longed to hear again since she was a small naive and starry eyed pup. Her ears swiveled before she finally turned to the stone itself, her tail raised and her golden hues glistening softly. A figure stood, a shadow within the bright light that surrounded it, and those gold eyes were glistening back at her. "Who are you?" Your heart has not forgotten your past...This I know, my daughter... The enormity of hearing her mother's voice again, struck Fiory like a human's arrow through her pounding heart. There she stood, as young and as beautiful as she had been when that wicked fire destroyed what little family Fiory had had growing up. Her coat was a soft black with what appeared to be light blue fringes in some places, but those eyes could not be mistaken. Fiory, could hardly speak. "M-Mother?" The figure gave a gentle nodd, solemn and slow. "How...How is this possible? I..I know you are..are..." Fiory stammered, words failing her usually quite fluent maw. I am but a memory, stored in your heart and kept safely locked away...Nothing more, nothing less.The ebony female Drappa could not feel her heart sink lower then it was already. She should be grateful, but the fact of knowing that this was only a memory, not the physical reincarnation of her mother, was a depressing thought. "Why am I here? Where is here?" Fiory softly growled, realizing for the first time that she felt no pain in her back. She had no wounds, no scars, no blood in her fur. She even appeared well fed, and entirely healthy. But, had she not been emaciated only moments before? Had she not been on the verge of death, with a blow to her back and blood dribbling down her coat of pitch? Slowly, the memory of her mother turned that agile crania away, to a small pocket of light on the invisible wall of black. There was an image there, and taking this as some sort of hint, the loud footfalls of Fiory made her way over towards it, the picture sharpening as she closed the gap between them. You are in a place, where you are neither alive...nor dead. Your body breathes Fiory...but your mind sleeps...and so it has brought you here. The mother's voice called softly like a spring dove, her daughter's tail falling as the image with cleared before her golden eyes. "How can that be? I..." there was a pause, and an inspection made to the small movements the image had to offer, it's shapes running about in short frequent clips of crystal clarity. "This is me....so long ago...Are these memories?" Fiory did not need to see the nodd her memorial mother gave to know that she had given it. Within the small window, lay a tinier version of Fiory, a pup in the snow whimpering and cold. Then the angle changed, and the lively pup frolicked away from a human's town, an overly large sized femur bone dragging in her miniscule jaws, the summer times grass tickling her weighted nose. A blink and her father stood, scolding the young pup with his sharp iced blue eyes and golden rod ears showing anger, frustration, and utter worry for the troublesome cub of a daugther he had. His coat was a soft grey, with tinges of brown flecked in with the blacks and whites. Flashbacks of Fiory's younger days, upon meeting Bila and her future mate Bristol...How the young she-wolf at just a cubs age saved Bila's soon to be mate Tsuki from drowning in a river, and how the young ebon female had first come to the pack of List under Shatocwnn and Leohlic's fine rule. How a race up the mountains with Lyft fueled a rivalry, and then a tight friendship, and the dispairing looks upon every vargs face in List, when Shatocwnn's death cursed the land, claiming Bila, Fiory's unrelated by blood sister, then Lyft and Leohlic...Shatila and Denisha...And now... "This is my life, my trials, my errors, my moments of triumph and of dispair...Why show me this?" Because your life is, and has always been, a choice that you make...You have risked your life for others, and have helped many along your own path...The goodness in your heart, yurns for the dispair you feel as of late to leave...A sharp pain ran down Fiory's spine, nearly crippling the ebony female to the ground, yet nothing had touched her, and nothing had harmed her that she could see. Though she wasn't paying much attention to the world of light and dark contrasts around her much more. Instead, she saw the image of herself, lying in a crooked position upon the ice and the snow, the rocks that jutted out from several directions, and her packmates that stood about her mangled appearance of a body. "You never told me, Why I was brought here...It looks as though I will never walk, much less live...why prolong my suffering?" Fiory barked a second and then a third jolt of pain streaming through her body. Unwavering, the gentle melodic voice carried to her ears again. Her lids began to fall, increasing in weight, while her legs seemed to loose strength by the second. Her bones began to stretch out her fine coat, her once healthy appearance withering away with the passing moments. Because...it is not your time...Not yet...So, I deny you access to the heavenly bliss your body seeks and your mind gives up upon...There are, too many that care for you. All at once, the voices of Gryffin, Sudak and Silent rushed into the weakening ears of Fiory's emaciating body. "Fiory! Can you Hear me!?" "Fiory, Oh please wake up.." "Please...Wake up.." Her head began to pound, and her eyes darkened. She could feel herself falling, the echoes of her packmates ringing in Fiory's head. Down she fell, the darkness enveloping her senses as that caring voice of a long dead memory softened out of reach. Until we meet again...In the stars...A soft glow burned against those thickly closed eyelids, and softly a goldenrod ear flicked at the sounds of her packmates. The air was frigidly cold, and scents were flooding her cool nostrils. Blood hung thickly in the air, aswell as the smell of pine, or sicamore, of rock and of stone, of varg and herla alike, and of snow and ice. Fiory's brows creased before the brightness of the icey place she had fallen streamed into her diallated pupils. Immediatly, said black dots contracted, and her world begam to focus, wind softly billowing about her coat and a pain sharply peircing her spine. The scents of Gryffin, Sudak and Silent were near, but Drathlic was not far off either. Those gold hues gleamed softly, an agony filled groan escaping that sleek muzzle of the Drappa of List, while those eyes took in the shapes of her betas and the adolescent femme Silent. A gentle smile came to her lips, reassuring and grateful all at once. Fiory had returned, but had never left. It was good, to be alive. ((This is my way of thanking everyone in List, not just Sudak, Gryffin, Silent, and Drathlic, but Everyone for standing behind me, and always encouraging me that I am doing a good job running this pack. I appreciate each and every one of the words of praise and devotion you all give so willingly, and I want to Thank you All, from the bottom of my heart, for supporting me in a way that I never thought I would be. I never thought of myself as a good Drappa of a pack, and it warms my soul when I read and hear that you think the complete opposite. Thank you.))[/glow]
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Post by Sudak on Mar 30, 2006 22:51:42 GMT -5
The ivory form of Sudak lay still staring at Fiory's still, crooked form. His eyes seemed to burn into her as if he were trying to revive her by thought alone. His paw was held slightly off the ground as when he lay it upon the ground it stung with severe pain. In fact moving it all would cause a shot to run up his spine making extremely difficult to run, much less walk. The flicker of a goldenrod aud made Sudak give a slight jump and uneasyness. His form shifted from one side to the other starting form his rear to work its way to his head. His now scraggly looking tail that once was full and as pure as the snow brushed against the icy crag that lay beneath the pack. Worry flooded the ivory beta's eyes and he moved himself forward towards Fiory's broken form until he could touch her without moving. Whines escaped his maw silent at first but soon to grow for all to hear clear, followed by a quick nudge with his muzzle to hers and a few quick licks to her nose for his head to quickly return back flat on the ground before her maw.
Fiory soon after revealed her eyes that were once hidden for what Sudak feared to be forever. Sudak's rump soon burst moving from side to side with his tail swatting the air extatically . A few more quick licks to Fiory's maw and Sudak couldn't hold back anymore.
"Fiory!" he exclaimed.
Sudak cringed as he ignorantly tried to stand and move to his packmates so they would notice the return of their brave and seemingly invinceable drappa. Pain had shot down his spine collapsing his body once more on the icy tunrda and he let out another shrill bark. He quickly returned to aggresively cleaning his wound but that was short lived. He let out a mixture of whines and barks trying his best to get the packs attention. He couldn't hold back the glee and thankfullness he had. Tor and Fenris had blessed them all with the stargazing drappa for a while longer.
Sudak's gaze shot back to Fiory's orbs and he began sarcastically.
"Apparently Tor and Fenris didn't want you.... and neither did Wolfbane. Don't worry. We'll take you anyday!"
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Post by Gryffin on Apr 20, 2006 22:17:33 GMT -5
Gryffin had started to whine, her tri hued coat waving in the cold mountain winds as she looked on. She shivered, suddenly feeling cold as it ran down her spine making her paws tingle with a sense of...what was it? Gryffin didn't know but all she knew was that she was scared. Scared for Fiory as her emerald orbs looked on. Praying to who ever would listen to her prayers.
Gryffin dipped her head and then raised it, her jaws opening to send out a wicked howl into the still wintery winds. Her voice echoing through the icy craigs of the mountains as it then began to fade and she let her voice drop to nothingness. The only sound that replied to her was the soft woooo--wooo of the billowing wind. Tail arced she lowered herhead, her eyes closing. The pack was silent, even their breaths seemed to be held tight, not wanting to breath or blink incase they missed a crucial moment. But as Gryffin closed her eyes all she heard was the beating of one heart. The heart of List, which were made up of several individual beating drums. Her own drum beatign along side them.
But she searched for Fiory's. She couldn't be far away now. She wouldn't leave them now, no not now. More then ever Gryffin wanted to be a pup again, to curl up beside her mothers belly fur. She whined, Mother....father...Lyft....Bila, please help Fiory, help her make it through." she breathed, sending a gust of warm breath into the frosted air. Gryffin looked up, her eyes opening to reveal those same emerald orbs, searchign for hope among the grey shrouded skies. Searching for a miracle, an answer, a reply, something.
Gryffin looked over to her packmates. The air still silent and eerie. She looked over to her mate, his golden eyes gazing at their drappa with unfaultering hope. Gryffin tried to hold still, but her legs had begun to shake. Her wounds felt numb and she could hardly notice the small trickle of blood that had came from her shoulder, that was now beginning to dry. All senses were focused on her drappa. But just, just as the tri hued she wolf closed her emerald eyes to blink away the wind and snow she heard something.
Gryffin's oculars sprang open. Emerald jewels thrown toward the ebon form of fiory. And there she saw golden orbs staring back at them, the drappa's lips curling into that elegant smile. A smile that Gryffin, the pup had always looked up to see. "Fiory!" she cried but cringed as she heard her drappa's whine. she looked over to Sudak who was just ecstatic, Her own auburn tail beginning to wag ridiculously as she reared up on her hind legs, her two front paws waving in the wind as she let out a wonderous howl. Landing back on her four feet she gave Sudak a gentle lick on his muzzle when he got up from his fall, before goign back to tend to her aunt. "Oh fiory!" she whispered, she didn't know what else to say, but her emotion filled eyes of jade said it all. She looked around to her pack mates and she smiled. Lowering her head to Fiory she gave her drappa a gentle lick on her muzzle. "welcome home then?" she smiled, her voice soft as it flowed into the wind.
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