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[+Connner+]

james was walking through a place that he has never seem before, still thinking about his sister thalia he hopes that she didnt go in this valey of shadows. james was wlking realy slow until he heard foot steps coming from the other sode of the tree. "H-hello is any one there", said james as he walked toward the noise. then the noise louder and louder. "Who ever is there beware to be hurt". james was omly saying that because he wanted the wolf to go away.

[Dark Divine Evil]

[[Sorry. this is just one of my favorite posts.^^ One of my best openings I think. Anyways, here you go!^^]]

Through the darkness one beast runs. Her mind shattered, her heart bleeding, her souls creaming. Struggling for control within. Battling an unseen force day and night. How she wished, how she longed for it to be over. Why? Why did it end up like this? How did it come to this? Fallen from on high, betrayed and thrown away, used and then tossed aside. How could she ever learn to trust again? No, she would never trust again. She didn't need anyone else! When it came down to it, you could only depend on yourself in the end, everyone else..they were all meaningless and empty. Wolf, human, Cougar, badger, eagle, gods and demons. They were all the same.

In order to live, one must sacrifice others in order to live. You couldn't get through life without hurting someone else or their loved ones. What was love anyway? It was an emotion that would do nothing but get you into trouble. Love wasn't worth it in the end.

Death, death was her heir, death was her children, death was her mate. She was death itself. White Fangs, jagged claws. Blood dripping onto the petals of a black rose. Thorns, liek hidden viper fangs, just sitting and waiting for the right second in which to strike and driver their sharpness through one's skin, injecting a deadly posion that would slowly drive them mad. Her soul had long ago been shattered. Or maybe, she had just never had one. She was a loner, and a murderer. But she didn't care. She's killed off her entire clan, and killed her parents and siblings alike. They had all deserved it. They would be going to hell!

And what of her? Darkness and Light, she was more like Twilight and Darkness. Beaten, starved, abused, sthunned, trained to the point of death. She was born for only one reason. She was created for only one reason and one reason only, to kill. To kill and kill and kill. To spill the crimson life upon the ground. To case destruction, war, the spread of hatred and evil. All she knew was how to fight, and how to kill. She was designed to be the ultimate predator. She only knew how to kill. She never knew love, she never knew softness or comfort. She didn't know any of those things. She had been taught from the day she was born, the world was her enemy, and she must kill those who would dare stand in her way.

The shadowed form of a large wolf moved through the shadows of the darkend forest like a spectral being. Her movements were slight and fluid. She appeared as though she was floating over the ground instead of running on it. Her steps were dealthy silent. She moved with a distinct purpose. Never straying from an unseen path. She seemed to know where she was going even though in reality she had never been here before.

The sun was just starting to settle down on the weastern horizen. The sky was like fire, glowing bright orange and red. The clouds that slowly drifted by overheard betrayed what was to come. They passed over lazily, fluffy and puffy, like newly fallen snow. their outter edges were lined with deep blues and purples as their interiors would glow pinks and reds. These clouds, how they were so deceiving. They hid the true monster that waould soon storm across the lands, bring with it mighty roars of thunder and powerful clashes of lighting. As icy rain would pour down in sheets, penitrating even the thickest of pelts as it would sear the skin like one thousand whit ehot burning daggers.

The wolf had vanished from sight, seeming to just melt in with the surroundings. Suddenly, she reappeared, this time down on the rocks by the lake. She was jumping from rock to rock, as steady and limber asa mountain lion. Her ankles would seem to rotate as her long tail acted like a balance to keep her from toppling head over heel. Her powerful long legs absorbed the shock of her body hitting the rocks as she moved.

Her pelt rippled in a light breeze that passed by. Liquid mercury, a beautiful silver, the same color as the moon was her pelt. It was like the moon itself was her pelt, like she was made of moonbeams. The light of the setting sun reflected off her fur, dancing and dazziling as she moved. The red light bathing her gave her the appearence of being covered in blood. It framed each and every muscle in her body when he jumped and then hit the ground running. She moved without effort, muscles gliding and working in a well uniformed system. Like a well oiled machine. She was truely beautiful, yet dark and dangerous.

Her mane, the fur on the back of her neck, her chest, down her neck, inbetween her shoulder blades and around her shoulders and upper back, was black. Death abyss black. It shown without light. It was as if the light of heaven and hell, of moon and stars would just fall right off this portion of her body,. Like it refused or was afraid to grace this mysterious fur. Her ears and long tail were tipped in the same color. As one would continue to stare at her, they would pick up on the massive battle scars that riddled her body, breaking up but yet adding to her beauty.

On the left side of her face there was a jagged, dagger shaped scar. It ran from under her left eye, down across her cheek and ended on her lower jaw bone.

A giant scar that runs down the entire length of her spine. It started at the back of her neck..right at the area where your spine conects into the back of your skull..and runs down the back of her neck..all the way down the center of her spine..ending right at her tail-bone. The scar is an even paler color than her skin..almost white. It's not a thin little line..nor a broad slash..but a scar caused by a specail type of sword. The sword that caused this wound had a custum edge. It was like a razor..with a seraded edge to saw and slice through bone more easily.

There were six scars..three on Dark's left side..and right side..that come off off the scar on her back..and wrap around her sides and stop about three inches in on her chest area. They look alot like ribs..and are set over three of her real ribs. These scars are also whitish in color..and were caused by the same sword. They're about 3/4 of an inch from one side to the other.

And lastly is the rather 'whip' of 'vine-like' scar that wrapps around her whole body!

It starts about an inch above her right shoulder (that would be at the shoulder-blade) and comes up over her right shoulder. Cuting down across her chest at a 40% angle. The scar crosses over around her left side..going through the rib-like scars on her side. Wrapps around..down her back..comes around her right side again at around the middle of her stomach..goes arcoss and down her left side..crossing around her back once more..falling down onto her lower-stomach..slightly below her navel..and ending on her left hip. The area that the scar cross over is below her navel. This scar is also around 1/2 of an inch wide..and also a whitish color.

The female would turn, her movements so light and fluid it would make one wonder if what they were seeing was truely a wolf, and not a god or a ghost. The female would lift her powerful head, her eyes cast down and closed. She would scent the air, picking up the smell of the other wolf.

Her eyes would flare open, reveiling optics the color of blood. Her expression was null and void of emotion. She would turn once more, and slowly approch the male, her jaws parted slightly.

She was streamline and lean, but her chest, legs, and neck were very well toned and strong. She could easily relase a 1800 pound bite on the neck of prey or enemy. Her fangs were her pride and joy. She would spend long hours some days cleaning her fangs and keeping them in shape. Fully two inches long, and curved to keep a better grip on struggling prey, they could were more like daggers than the ripping teeth of most carnivors. They left deep and thin lasserations on her opponets, leading them to often die of blood posioning because the woud would not heal, or they were left to bleed to death. And her claws were just as leathal. Three inches in length, the could slash someone's shoulder open all the way down to the bone. She could practically rip an opponent's face off if she wanted.

She might have only been three years old, but being a British Columbian wolf, she was the largest wolf species alive today. But even for this species of wolf, she was a little larger than most. Both her parents were a bit larger than normal. But, once again, they knew what they were doing when they mated. To create the perfect killing machine...

She was fully 3.6in from ground to top of shoulder. From tip of nose to tip of tail she was 7ft. Her body and tail, and even head were long and streamline. At 120 pounds or so, that weight was pure muscle, brains, and bone. A power house so to speak. But all was not perfect with her. Those wounds would inhibit her when fighting, the scar tissue that hat built up but she often forced herself ont hrough sheer force of will, not wanting to loose. And her right eye, she could see out of it close up, but it was useless at a distance. So her left eye made up for it. But this made her right side her main weakpoint. This weakness added to her high strung and aggresive personality.

As she drew closer to this male, he would notice something strange about this wolfess, something...evil. She would raise her head slightly, her jaws parting to speak. Her tones would rumble forth, rining true and clear it was like a death song.

The goddess that holds you over the pit of Hell,
Much as one holds a spider,
Or some loathsome insect over the fire,
ABHORS You...
Her wrath towards you burns like fire;
She looks upon you as worthy of nothing else,
But to be cast into the fire.

She spoke in a riddle. It wasn;t uncommon for her to do this, but it usually confused others when she spoke like this. She wondered if this male would understand her.

[Cinder]

//i'll give James a chance to reply, then i'll post//

[+Connner+]

james was staring at the tree that he had heard from a didtance, james was rather scared then excited so james started to go up towards the tree when he heard a very nice voice from behind the tree. james was rather nervouse then excited too. so james said very nicely "h-hello are you a-a very nice y-young v-varg". asked james as he walked toward the very nice voice. the tree was very fat and long so that is a perfect place to hide and stuff. james walked around the tree and then there was avery nice young varg pretty smal for her age but that is o.k., he remembers a friend that looked kind like the young varg, her name wsas "Avadine" they use to travel along the forest's, meadows and castles so they could james's sister thalia. james looked right at the varg then he said "hi my name is james whats yours? asked james in a very polite mood, tring to hide his thought of being in this scary valey of shadows

[Dark Divine Evil]

The bushes would rustle slightly. Out of the shadows, a pair of great blood red eyes, with slit like pupils would appeare forth. Those eyes, burning so bright, full of malice and hate. Yet, benieth all that pent up emotion, was something else. It looked tired, exhausted, and lonely. The eyes would blink, as two rows of lethal ivory fangs some two inches long, would suddenly be revieled.

Slowly, the large female would step forth from the shadows, her magnificent and yet strangely eerie pelt would glisten under the light of the sun. Her fur would ripple like water , seeming to embrace and reflect the light of the sun. while her mane, seeming to be made out of the blackness that encases' one's nightmares, would shed light. As if it refused to let light grace it's lethal darkness.

The female's mighty jaws were slightly ajar, her fangs seeming to sparkle with great bloodlust. But she mad no moves of aggression towards the young male. Instead, she would flow forth from the shurbbs and gracefully slip around him. Her muscles would move and glide on her pelt like a well oiled machine. The numerous scars that covered her entire body would gleam red in the sunlight, almost like they had been slashed open again and were baying up at the sky like some foul evil hungry mouths from the very pits of hell!

She would swing around, her long tassle of a tail flowing out behind her. As she would suddenly dip her hips to the ground and recline back upon her haunches, her beautiful banner would seem to fall as if in slow motion around her paws. The female sat, strong and silent. Both an angel and a demon all in one. She would prick her ears forward, her eyes blazing with intelligence. Her vocals would rumble forth, tinkering and dancing on the air as they reached the young male's ears. Turely beautiful and mezmorizing was her voice.

They call me Dark. The Terror of Death. she spoke.

[+Connner+]

"so dark ah". said james, as he walked with dark throough the terrifying trees, "say dark do you know were we are"? asked james james was ready to get out of this creepy place but from what he saw it looks like that the end is miles away. james and dark were walking through the valley until they heard more rustlein the leaves of the trees. "what was that". asked james as he looked up at dark, she didnt look terrified at all she just looked at the trees to see what it is or who it is.;