Tarmalo
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Post by Tarmalo on Mar 26, 2007 20:28:34 GMT -5
It was a dark night this night, it was almost full moon. No clouds stood in the moons way. The moons light seemed to trap the land in perpetual twilight, but the moon was beginning to fall and the sun, though had not broke the horizon, showed signs of rising.
Tarmalo had heard many things about the Vale scattered myths about it. Some told them it was a dark and dreary place, but in his heart he felt comforted by the ominous presence looming in the shadows, it seemed to comfort him. He walked past two great beech trees mark the only entrance, a pair of dead crows dangling from their bare branches. Between those bloodstained trees lay an earthen path. Should he tread this path? He wondered thinking back to what the flying putnar told him about the vale of shadows. He did not think of this place as dark and secreted.
He had always told others that his parents abandoned him because his mother but the truth was that his father and mother had been the alpha-male, and female of his first and only pack and he was ashamed to admit that they were killed by humans. The pain of losing his parents seemed to seep up through his thoughts again. He had been born with sense or power or something that allowed him to feel and see things no ordinary Varg could possibly comprehend. He had strange dreams at night and saw incredible things when he was awake. He also could understand the Lera which he thought everybody could until he went on his first hunt. He had herd from others that this Varg was something like this and he had hoped to find some kind of kinship with the Seer. He even brought a fresh piece of meat to offer to the great Seer as a sign of friendship.
Tarmalo treaded down the path that lay before him, the Seer was nowhere in sight. Tarmalo had dropped the meat and decided he would let the Seer know of his Presence. Tarmalo then dropped the meat he was holding and let out a howl. This howl was no ordinary howl this one was so loud and clear, that it seemed to shatter the whole area surrounding him. The howl carried on for what seemed for miles and carried every emotion and no emotion what so ever. The howl carried on for what seemed like hours. When Tarmalo stopped howling something strange happened. He was winded like he had just finished Hunting at top speed. Also the very air around him seemed to change but Tarmalo thought this the Seers doing, so Tarmalo just sat down and waited for the Seer to show.
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Post by Cinder on Mar 28, 2007 19:45:37 GMT -5
The Seer's ears pricked and she paused her steps and listened. The clear, air-splitting howl confirmed her suspicions that someone was waiting in her clearing. Her lips distorted into a grimace- she had hoped that no one would show up tonight.
Oh well, purred Lamia, the varg who shared her mind and body. Might as well see who it is.
"For once, you're right," Cinder replied out loud as she began to follow the path that lead to her domain. Her form glistened hauntingly in the silver moonlight. Her bodice was horrifically thin, her bones only covered by hardened muscles at her hackles and launches. Her fur was dark gray, and streaked with vertical lines of ashen black. Her left eye was pure amethyst. Her right eye was bright yellow, and it peered out of the fur-less scar tissue that covered the right half of her face. It made her rather frightening to behold to even the bravest varg.
Cinder paused a few meters away from the clearing. Information about her visitor filled her mind in waves. His name was Tarmalo. His family had been slaughtered by humans. He had com here seeking friendship.
Odd, Cinder thought. Usualy they only come to have questions answered.
She padded into the clearing, approaching the cub with the ravaged side of her face turned slightly away from her visitor so as not to scare him.
"Greetings, Tarmalo. Welcome to the Vale."
//short, sorry. //
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Tarmalo
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Post by Tarmalo on Mar 29, 2007 12:33:36 GMT -5
Tarmalo could literally feel the Seers presence, it was like a dark shadow looming right in front of him, yet she was nowhere in Sight. He looked around, he looked towards the horizon; the sun was beginning to rise, but it was only getting darker. 'What’s going on here' he thought.
An eerie darkness was transcending upon the land, its veil impenetrable even by the oncoming suns powerful rays. It was a darkness Tarmalo was strangely familiar with; it was beginning to look like his dreams. Tarmalo started to panic ’it’s happening again!' he thought. Slowly it became night again, yet the sun was still sitting on the horizon. In the woods around him, he began to see crimson eyes staring at him as if they were delving into his very soul. Slowly with horrifying grace wolves began come forward from the trees. They had a silky silver body, almost like ghosts one would say. They walked across the land with ease with a hovering motion. Straight towards him!
He began to get extremely nervous; this was not like him at all he always kept him calm. In fact he would probably keep his cool in front Wolfbane if he showed instead of these ghostly phantoms. They began to close in all around him, slowly creeping in. In his heart he knew what would happen if they touched him, but he was so terrified he dare not think it.
Then when he thought he was certain the gates of death had swallowed him whole, he heard a voice.
"Greetings, Tarmalo. Welcome to The Vale."
Then with sudden intensity the sun broke through the dark veil of shadow and her dark presence brought him warmth among all the chill in the air. Then as suddenly as it started, all the ghostly figures dissipated into the darkness whence they came.
"Oh by Fenris, Thank you!" he barked with joy. He had never met this Varg before but he knew from her dark presence that she was the Great Seer. He ran up to her and thanked her then he bowed down before her as she herself was one of the great gods. All the Seer could do is look at Tarmalo in surprise. She was getting ready to say something; Tarmalo quieted down and waited for her to speak.
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Post by Cinder on Apr 6, 2007 14:20:44 GMT -5
"Oh ,by Fenris, thank you!" The pup, upon hearing Cinder's greeting, seemed to awaken from a dream and bounded up to meet her. He bowed to her with reverance, and Cinder was left feeling a bit confused and embarrased by this action. She still wasn't used to constant visitors- their questions, their hopes, their futures- but this youngster was by far, the most excited varg to come here yet.
"... you're welcome, Tarmalo." Cinder spoke hesitantly at first. "I can see that you have been anxious to meet me..." With than she turned her head so the horrifc scars on the right of her face came into his view, washed in moonlight and flickering with shadows. Cinder growled quietly, not threateningly as to frighten the cub, but to caution him. "But remember, all things have a darker side, and you must be careful."
Her eyes softend, and she gazed down knowingly at the cub. "You've not come here for the usual reason vargs seek me out, correct?"
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Tarmalo
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Post by Tarmalo on Apr 9, 2007 11:41:16 GMT -5
"I can see that you have been anxious to meet me...” said Cinder. The Great Seer Cinder turned her head so the horrific scars on the right of her face came into Tarmalo's view. Tarmalo was shocked at what he saw, her brilliance seemed so perfect to him, but when he saw this terrible flaw on her face, he just wanted to cry (if wolves could cry that is).
"But remember, all things have a darker side, and you must be careful," She said. Tarmalo wondered what he should do. He had heard from other animals that she would answer questions for him but, Tarmalo didn’t know what exactly to ask, not that he didn’t have questions he wanted answers to, but he just couldn’t stop thinking what could have happened to the Great Seer.
“Uh…..,” said Tarmalo. Then Cinders statement hit home, or at least he thought so anyway, don’t trust the darkness? But why not? “Why?” he asked. “Why must I be careful? What is so bad about the darker side of things?” "I......I......I dont know what to do anymore," he said
"You've not come here for the usual reason vargs seek me out, correct?" The Great Seer asked.
"Usual?"he asked "uh...." Tarmalo bowed his head in awe, her powers were increadible.
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Post by Cinder on Apr 21, 2007 14:39:00 GMT -5
“Why?” he asked. “Why must I be careful? What is so bad about the darker side of things?”
Tarmalo's question was not answered right away. The young Seer closed her eyes and hung her head. Flashes of memory flickered before her mind, heightened by her gift. She was a cub again, her father carrying her into the inhabitable wilderness far from the pack territories. He threw her to the ground, and with a ferocious roar, repeatedly bit her and slashed at her. Thick red blood soaked the earth...
Suddenly the pain felt real, as if it were happening again. Cinder growled, her eyes opening but seeing nothing, and she staggered backwards, snapping at the air. Then, it was over. The pain was fading, and there was a pup before her.
"That," she addressed him once more, answering his question, "I cannot tell you. You will have to learn that lesson yourself." She shook her thin body, fluffing out her unkempt fur, and began walking toward her cave.
"Come, Tarmalo," she beckoned the youngster with a swish of her tail. "Let us talk beside the pool."
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Tarmalo
Sikla
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Post by Tarmalo on Apr 22, 2007 22:37:28 GMT -5
"Come, Tarmalo," she beckoned the youngster with a swish of her tail. "Let us talk beside the pool." And with that she turned around and started on the trail. Tarmalo followed her as she followed the trail. Her silent movements swift yet graceful as she led Tarmalo towards her den. Wait why was she leading Tarmalo towards her den? Maybe she changed her mind on what she was doing? He decided he should wait and see where she was taking him.
The Seer led him into her den, the stone floor was flat and cracked, littered with bones. The ceiling was decorated with stalactites and many crystal quartz formations that glitter like stars. At the back of the cave stood a plateau, below it lays a deep, cold pool, probably fed by an underground spring,and the opening in the ceiling above it made the whole room and the pool glitter eerily. They walked up to the pool and Tarmalo looked into its depths, his reflection staring back at him. Tarmalo couldn't even recognize his own reflection.
Instantaneously his doubts and fears about her were cleared and he put his absolute trust in her. In this moment, this twinkle of reality, he felt he could do anything, and anything could happen. He looked up to her.
"Whats next," he said. Tarmalo then looked to the sky, the stars were starting to fade. Everything he looked at seemed to mesmerize him, the fading stars, the pool, her. What is going to happen next? The pool...it seemes so clear, too clear, then Tarmalo looked agian and noticed how deep it was, hmmmm maybe its fed by some sort of spring.
Tarmalo sat down, sat down and waited.
//sorry sbout the shortness//
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Post by Cinder on Apr 25, 2007 18:57:03 GMT -5
The cub's facination made Cinder's lips curl into a smile, reveling yellowing teeth and distording the massive facial scar. She recalled when she had been no older than Tarmalo, when she had stumbled into Mayan's cave with terrible wounds. The formor Seer had tended to her wounds, and allowed the scarred pup to stay with her as an adoptive daughter.
When Cinder had regained her strength, she had begun spending hours gazing at her ravaged face in the pool, for it was she could see within it's shimmering depths. Then one day, she had boldy asked Mayan a question she had never been asked before- "What is like to be a Fortune Teller?"
Cinder's reverie of days gone past was interrupted as Tarmalo spoke. "What's next?" Cinder padded beside him, and sat on her haunches.
"That," she rasped, "is up to you, Tarmalo. What would you like to know? But choose your question's carefully." She chuckled. "A Fortune Teller can only see so far and speak so much."
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Tarmalo
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Post by Tarmalo on Apr 27, 2007 9:19:13 GMT -5
The Seers comment seemed to float in front of Tarmalo. "I don't know what to ask," he said. He thought of things, many things, of his past, of his dead mother and father, and wandering through the mountains alone in the winter almost dying. The idea of not having a home.
"What about you, why are you so different from the other wolves in these parts," asked Tarmalo. "It always seems like someone else is here but when I look around there is no one around except you and me," he said. "Its so close I can feel it practically breathing down my throat," he said.
He didn't know if he offended her or not but he has so many questions he wanted answered and some of them he didn't know how to ask. He had one other questioned he wanted to ask but it was rather personal to him, and he didn't know exactly how to ask her.
"I want to know more about you, it seems as if I've met you before, but I know for a fact that we have not met before," said Tarmalo as he looked around the cave and then he focused his attention to the pool that lay before him, he saw something stir in its depths.
"hmmmmm," said Tarmalo. "What is fate, destiny, fortune, why are they so important Cinder," Tarmalo looked around some more and again he took notice to the scar on Cinders face, but it did not offend him or frighten him, but made her look more mortal than god to Tarmalo, this comforted him.
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Post by Cinder on May 22, 2007 16:39:38 GMT -5
Cinder listened as Tarmalo poured out questions at the waterfall pours water into the canyon. She did not answer, only stared back at him with her bi-colored gaze, her scar glistening in the watery light.
Lamia snarled inside her head. Dumb cub. He sounds just like you when you came to live with Mayan. But at least you knew when to shut up.
Ignoring the demon in her skull, Cinder focused back on the cub once more. "So many questions, Tarmalo..." she murmered, amost regretfully. "I cannot tell you any more about myself. Some things are better left in the dark..." She looked at Tarmalo carefuly.
"Fortune- it can be good or harmful," she explained. "Destiny and Fate are intertwined around one another. Our actions shape what type of fortune we have, as they shape our fate, which shapes our destiny. All that I see in the water and visions, the futures of vargs, they are not definate. The varg in subject has the power to change what comes their way."
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Tarmalo
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Post by Tarmalo on May 23, 2007 9:30:33 GMT -5
Cinder’s answer intrigued Tarmalo; he would greatly like to know what would happen to him good or bad, but then Tarmalo’s mind began to move to its usual dark corners where he wondered about the evil deeds he sometimes daydreamed about accomplishing; about revenge on the humans that destroyed his family, of finally quenching his thirst for their blood and feasting on their children’s marrow. Tarmalo became slightly excited at the thought of this, but it quickly passed and the thoughts gradually died down. Tarmalo sighed and looked up through the cavern ceiling taking notice of the rising sun and how its rays always seemed to quell Tarmalo’s spirits; its slow light had already passed the Vale, but its light was further moving westward illuminating everything in its path. Tarmalo’s eyes dropped back down to earth and with a long sweeping motion, he scanned everything around the cavern for a second time. The glittering stalactites were beginning to lose their twinkle as the sun rose higher into the sky; becoming dull and lifeless.
Tarmalo's eyes reached the water and he began to think about all of his past memories of coming to this land and all of the things that plagued him. Tarmalo was beginning to move closer and closer to insanity, at first he heard whispers in the dark that always seemed to mock him because he could not understand them, then as time moved on he began to have hallucinations about his family moving silently through the trees like phantoms coming to claim his soul. Until one night he had actually conversed with one of these ‘spirits’. He had claimed that he was one of Tarmalo’s ancestors and that Tarmalo had come of age to learn the family trait that had been passed down for generations upon generations; from father to son. Tarmalo didn’t know if he was climbing another step of the insanity stair case or if this was actually the real deal, but he was at the point to believe anything that stood before him. The old ‘spirit’ did teach him something and Tarmalo remembered it ever after; the special technique was how to walk with out making a sound, exactly like a phantom would walk. He learned how to properly use the soft padding on the bottom of his paws; to move them the right way and to step with a certain grace, without making a sound.
A bird passed over the cave chirping rather loudly; this caused Tarmalo to snap back to reality, back to here and now. He looked around, he was a little dazed from the sudden drop from his reverie, his eyes met Cinder’s and he looked away not knowing if he should really ask her for his fortune. Tarmalo did not even come here to get his fortune told; he was merely trying to find a place where someone would accept him, someone or somewhere he could tell all his secrets too; someone or somewhere that had nothing to do with packs, for he was done with packs and would have noting to do with them. He was beginning to hesitate. Should he ask her what will happen to him? Does he really need to know his fortune? He only came here seeking out kinship but maybe her fortune telling will reveal who and where he will find this kinship, or maybe its right in front of him. The questions plagued him so yet he was afraid of their answer, not knowing if there would be one. “What should I do,” Tarmalo said quietly.
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Post by Cinder on Jun 11, 2007 15:18:06 GMT -5
Cinder tuned into Tarmalo's mind. She could see many memories floating within his head- painful thoughts of his slain paretns, and of the demons that plagued him. Cinder winced with empathy- she knew about the ways of demons all too well.
Tarmalo fell silent, then asked what he should do. Cinder smiled slightly, as not to distort her facade any more than it was.
"What you hsould do," she advised, "is ask your question. Be not afraid of the answers.
Sorry this is so short. And sorry for the long wait. >.<
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Tarmalo
Sikla
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Post by Tarmalo on Jun 18, 2007 9:27:40 GMT -5
((( hey thats coo....I jsut hope the next one is better....^_^)))
Tarmalo looked down as Cinder told him to ask his question. He began to rummage through his mind, trying to come up with a question that would receive a proper answer. Of course, he had several questions that he wanted to ask her, but which should he ask?
The bright morning sun was continuing its rise, slowly shorting the shadows around Tarmalo, illuminating everything. The cave was getting brighter and brighter, but it was somehow still a little dark, like somebody who closes the curtains against the morning sun. Tarmalo’s eyes were fixed upon the pool in front of him, trying to conceive a question; it turned out that it was a little harder than what Tarmalo had thought it would be. Then Tarmalo remembered what Cinder had said to Tarmalo “be not afraid of the answers.” It seemed that a cloud had lifted from Tarmalo’s mind, allowing him to think clearly once again. All of a sudden, questions began bombarding his mind, these questions demanded answers, but he was only allowed to ask one. One question, one answer.
He thought of the humans; would he ever find them and extract his revenge on them? What about finding friends, or finding that proper kinship in which he sought. He had only arrived in this land a short while ago, not knowing the landscape or anything in it, and nearly dieing at that. He decided revenge could wait…for now. However, what about the supposed “spirits” that traced his steps; was he in fact actually crazy, or was there a meaning behind it all? Will it ever stop? Why, why, and why? Why him, of all vargs?
“I…,” said Tarmalo. His voice was scratchy and low, he coughed tying to clear his thought. “Some times,” said Tarmalo. “Some times I see things, and I don’t know if there really there or not, I don’t know maybe I’m just crazy, but I wanted to ask…are they really out there, or am I crazy, and if so, why me?” that was more than question, but maybe Cinder would be generous and answer him these questions. Tarmalo suddenly felt exhausted, as if he just finished running a hundred miles at a full run. He sat down and bent down to lap up some of the pool water. The water going down his thought was cool and refreshing, and it helped calm him down. Tarmalo looked up at Cinder with his brown optics, and he began to wonder, what was actually going on in her mind? What does she do on a normal basis, or did she live as other wolves did?
Tarmalo’s mind fell back onto his question. He wondered if Cinder thought he was crazy. Regardless he wanted to have an answer, and with Cinders help, he would get one.
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Post by Cinder on Jul 15, 2007 10:55:08 GMT -5
So that was it. He wanted to know if he was sane or not. Cinder's face remained emotionless as she recalled the many times she had asked the same questions.
She moved colser to the youngster, until she was standing so close to him she could feel his breath on her fur. Slowly, she lowered her head and placed her cool, moist nose on the center of Tarmalo's forehead. Visons flew passed her as fast as a herd of Herla. Memories, fears, hopes... then they they were, the demons that haunted the poor pup.
With her nose still touching him, she spoke. Her voice was slowy and mystical.
"You have seen many things, Tarmalo. Too much for a Varg your age," she began gently. "These things you see, they are indeed real, for forces, good and bad, are all around us. You're experiances have allowed you pick up on these forces, and your own anxiety has allowed your mind to put them before your very eyes as living phantoms."
She drew away from him, and give him a crooked smile. "Tarmalo, you are not crazy. But you will be soon if you allow these things to rule you with fear. You must see the beauty in life- find a pack, friends, a mate. Grow and learn and live. They will leave you in good time, and you shall be free."
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