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Post by Shunké on Nov 17, 2005 20:54:46 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,3]// this thread is mostly for Shakó, but I would also like Yelae and Lydair to post in it too. Anyone else is welcome. And let Shakó and I post for a little bit, we have much to catch up on. You can lurk unseen, though. Thanks!//
A tall, black faemme padded on the boundaries of the pack known as Ge-Rad. She wanted to see her brother, yet she also feared what awaited her. Fear? Why fear? I knew one like you was not worthy to be a Putnar. Step into the boundaries, step into them and call out. Show me you’re a Putnar. Shunké nodded her head to the voice, as a growl itched inside her throat. Scenting the stench of Cwen and Draeg, Shunké knew exactly were the boundaries were. So she put a paw into the area, followed by three others. She was now a tail’s length into the boundaries, of the pack who’s large trees were covered in a variety of gold, red, and brown leaves. The chilly air blew through the Varg’s thin coat, as she shivered a bit.
But now her mind was on alert, to her surroundings. But then again, all she kept thinking was about her brother, Shakó. Was that odd Varg’s words true? Had he found love? Shunké shook her coat in an exited, yet nervous manner. The thought of her brother let Tarquin calm a bit, and made her exited at the same time. She had not seen the silver and white male for many moons now, and wanted to see how he was doing.
Shunké stopped, her paws planted firmly onto the ground beneath her. She was about twenty tails from the boundary, far enough for her to make a quick escape if she needed. It wasn’t wise, coming into another pack’s boundaries with no protection, especially since the two packs were only a thread from war. Suddenly, Shunké’s body gave a small jolt. What would Serg say if he found out she set paw into these territories?
No, that wasn’t her concern now. She would always be loyal to Sarnes, no matter what. And besides, she was just visiting her brother. Was that so bad? No. At least, not to her. After all, with any luck, Shunké wouldn’t have to come across Draeg or Cwen.
But now, time was being wasted. The sun was setting behind the multi- colored leaves. Lifting her muzzle in the air, the lean black Varg gave a short howl, a call to her beloved and dearly missed brother.
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
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Post by Lydair on Nov 17, 2005 21:40:48 GMT -5
(((Lurking. -grins- sorry to post so fast, but I REALLY want to post here)))
The revolting scent of Sarnes sent the hybrid recoiling, and Lydair instinctively dropped into a crouch, her fur barely skimming the swaying grasses of Ge-Rad. Her lips pulled into a snarl, but the sound halted as she concentrated on remaining unseen, unsensed, by whatever cruel Sarnes filth had dared to enter her terra. A howl shook through her ears and each hackle pricked accordingly; again lifting her tapered muzzle and scenting the air, bright cyan eyes fixated on the creature that now passed into her vision. She was lean and slender, and the Healer insatntly recognized her: Shunke, her heart-brother's biological sister, a nietan of Sarnes, victim, most lilkely, to some twisted form of madness that rollcied through her mind, taking her heart and body off course. Lydair growled deep in her throat; Draeg and Cwen would of this from her. The very thought of Shako letting his sister come, whne her Dragga was a nown cub-killer, sent angry shivers running through her. Images of Trile, Zenith, and the pregnant Uskiya darted through her mind, and she brought her ears firm against he head in fury.
Fangs, now unsheathed and bared, glinted in the sun. Lydair was not a naturally fierce or rude Varg, but she was protective of her pack and friends, and this put the fae on her guard. Deciding quickly to stay well-hidden, the hybrid waited, tail lashing, for Shako...
(((It sucks, but I'm tired...)))
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Post by Shakó on Nov 17, 2005 22:00:50 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,3] A large white male lifted his head to a short call. His white ears stood erect to the sound, there was something familiar about it. It sounded like a call to a certain Varg, and the caller’s tone sounded sad, or lonely. His gold eyes gleaming with curiosity, Shakó padded toward the sound.
But as he racked his brain, letting his memories come flooding back, Shakó’s head gave a sudden fast beat. Could it possibly be her? He thought desperately. But the call was different, when we were pups. It was more joyous, despite the cruel situation you were forced to grow up in. Have you really changed that much?
Shakó’s thoughts wondered even more, as he sped up his pace. His paws thudded heavily against the leafy floor, making a racket with every contact. But Shakó didn’t care, for he wanted to see the caller. But what if it’s not her? We planned to meet when the first flake fell. It’s still autumn! His panting heavied now, for he was not cut out to be an Olympic runner.
Shakó neared the pack boundaries now, he recognized the terrain. He could barely smell the odor that lingered, for his nose was still a bit disfunctional. But as he neared, his gold eyes spied a tall, dark figure.
“Shunké!” he barked joyously, his pink tongue lolling from the side of his maw. He ran even faster towards his sister, only to come to a sudden, sliding stop. His wagging white tail high in the air, Shakó neared the feamme, only close enough to see the detail.
The once, beautiful female was now thinner and sick looking, her coat’s shine seemed to dull a bit. Her once shinning eyes now had a mad look upon them, like something was eating inside of her. And not to mention, her thin coat, was still black.
Shko frowned, he remembered what his mother had told the cubs. ‘“Our coats lighten in the winter. It is for protection, and our species has adopted the trait. But one who’s coat does not lighten; their soul is tainted.”’ The memory spun fast in his head, for his sister had become- something else.
Afraid of killing his sister’s spirits, Shakó licked the black Varg’s muzzle. “Shunké, how have you been? I missed you so much!” he let his tail wag again, and forced a grin onto his white lips. But one could tell something bothered the white male. [/glow]
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Yelæ
Sikla
Fire-kissed Sikla of Ge-Rad
*-Loving Shak? with all her heart-* Proud Mother of Two
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Post by Yelæ on Nov 18, 2005 14:08:18 GMT -5
Three scents tickled her black nose, causing Yelae to pause from her hunt and turn her head. Two were familiar, and one was new. Tilting her head curiously, the she-Varg padded towards the scene.
What she sees shocks her somewhat, causing her to pause in midstep. Unaware that this new Varg was Shako's sister, she grew defensive in her case seeing the joy that had spread across her lover's face...pondering for its reason. They are only friends...hopefully, the she-Varg thought, looking warilly at the two. Her eyes rested on Lydair now, and seeing her bared fangs she assumed that this Varg was not welcomed on this terratory.
"Shako," the Varg states quitely, almost in a small whisper, "Who is this?"
((BAH! CRAPPINESS! >.<))
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Post by Shunké on Nov 19, 2005 17:05:38 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,3] //let Shako post real fast, after me. Then you guys//
Shunké’s black auds stood erect to the sound of oncoming paw steps. The sound was heavy, and carelessly noisy. But her odd eyes soon caught the source: a large, pure white male came running up to her, his tail wagging and high. At first, Shunké thought it to be another Varg, one of the warriors. Well, she was half right. The scent of this Varg was recognizable, along with his bright gold eyes. He was a warrior, but he was the Varg she had been expecting. “Shakó!” Shunké barked happily, her tail wagging with his. She was surprised to see how large he had become, and how white his coat had got. No longer were the silver marking visible. As he came up to her, distracted with joy, she failed to read his gloomy emotions.
“My dear brother, it has been too long,” she sighed, resting her head on his white, muscular back. She inhaled the scents that was woven into his thick fur, recognizing two out of the four distinguishable scents: his personal scent, the scent of Ge-Rad, and tow other unfamiliar scents; both of female. “I have been fine, all is quiet in my lands. But I hear you have quite a pack now!” But she regretted the words as soon as they left her ebony lips, as she bit back a growl. She didn’t know if he knew about the constant tension between their two packs.
Letting her head fall off the male’s back, Shunké let her eyes linger to his. “I hear you have a lover now?” she asked, cocking her head. “Do tell.” Shunké wondered whether or not she would become an aunt anytime soon.
Black hackles prickled down the black fea’s spine, she had the feeling they were being watched. Standing up straight, her head high, Shunké peered around her surroundings. Her long legs fidgeted a little, wondering if she should run or not. Then, the voice that taunnted the poor Varg for so long budded into her mind: Run. Don’t be a fool. And let your brother see what your really are, a mere scavenger. This time, she let the growl bellow long and loud, as it rose the fur along the underside of her neck. Aware of her actions, Shunké turned back worriedly at her brother, afraid he might think her stupid, or demented. “I feel as though someone is watching us,” she confessed, but as though that was the reason for her sudden actions. [/glow]
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Post by Shakó on Nov 19, 2005 17:39:05 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,3] The warmth of his sister reassured Shakó that she was still in good spirits, and not as tainted as he first suspected. But still, the thought wouldn’t leave his mind. She spoke of how now her pack was lifeless at the time, and Shakó would feel the vibration in her throat; as if to hold back a growl. That pack is really changing you, isn’t it, he though solemnly. But Shakó still didn’t know about the pack’s reputation, or even the Dragga’s reputation as a “cub killer,” some called him.
“Yes, I agree. Long it has been, too long indeed. But I’m glad you decided to come!” he wagged his white tail, Shakó had always enjoyed the company of his sister. But now, a dark oara seemed to be surrounding the young fae. There was something- different about her. But what?
Now the conversation had rounded upon him- Shakó wasn’t surprised it hasn’t. He chuckled lightly, as Shunké cocked her head at him. “Who told you? I was waiting until we officially became mates. But the one I love- her name is Yelae. A white female, with beautiful blue green eyes.” Shakó, too let out a sigh. It comforted him just to think about her. Although too embarrassed to tell anyone, he wanted badly to court her, to make her his.
Now his attention turned to the black fae, who suddenly became ridged and alert. She let a deep growl echo throughout the forest, with made Shakó’s hackles quiver. “Being watched?” he repeated. His eyes bore into the forest, he couldn’t see any Varg around. He sniffed the air senselessly, his nose not exactly the best. “who’s there?” he called, dreading the thought that it might be Draeg or Cwen. He feared for Shunké’s safety, she wasn’t exactly welcomed, other by him.
//Go for it, everyone else!// [/glow]
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Yelæ
Sikla
Fire-kissed Sikla of Ge-Rad
*-Loving Shak? with all her heart-* Proud Mother of Two
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Post by Yelæ on Nov 19, 2005 17:46:12 GMT -5
Her heart soars, and her heart slows down to a warm, even beat. So they were siblings...they looked nothing alike.Thank goodness she was not detected earlier, for she suddenly became embarassed over her over-protectivness of Shako. Is this what all she-Varg's wit lovers go through? she ponders to herself before calling out in, for one such as her who has a naturally quiet voice, a rather loud voice.
"It is me, Yelae. Do you not reconize the scent of your own lover?" she teases, stepping out towards the two. She was perfectly white...however, her chest was rather noticable with a bright orange hue that was strong in the center, then lightened around the edges. Her blue-green eyes twinkle giddily, for she always felt this way when she was around him, happy and whole...as though half her heart belonged to him.
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
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Post by Lydair on Nov 19, 2005 19:18:36 GMT -5
A white blur stretched through Lydair's vision, and she lifted her head, watching her heart-brother warily; had he allowed the black fae to cross Ge-Rad's borders? A growl rumbled from her throat and she crept closer, nearing the pair of Vargs, when another white shadow flitted past her, cuasing the healer's cobalt head to snap up in surprise. The scent of Sarnes felt acrid in her tender nose and she rubbed it with a paw before her darting gaze rested on Shako's black sister. She was thin and dull; Lydair cocked her head- she had seemed much more dangerous in the dark clearing. Now the femme simply bared her fangs and appraoched, not bothering to answer Shako's call. Stalking from the shadows, the femme traced old steps before padding down the slope, her cyan gaze boring into Shunke. "What are you doing in my packlands, femme?" She growled, standing a tail-length from the two white Ge-Rad members. "Is it simply Sarnes nature to prowl in other's terra?" Her glare was sharp and icy; her words cold. Hackles pricked at the base of her neck, Lydair took a step forward before dropping her head, her slender form tensed as if ready to spring. "Good day to you, Yelae, Shako." The fae's voice was quiet, but the look she had originally pitched to the Sarnes she-Varg wasn't broken.
Tension was strung thickly in the air, as if a fog now clung desperately aroudn the four Varg. Whirling around, Lydair pinned her ears tight against her skull in frustration as she glanced now at Shako. "Why is she here, shako? Do you have any idea what Cwen and Draeg would do if they found out she was here?" Stepping closer, she elaned towards the warrior, her voice an angry hiss. "Her Dragga killed Draeg's daughter; wants Cwen dead!"
(((Sorries. I suck. >.<)))
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Post by Shakó on Nov 20, 2005 12:14:12 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,3]// Neither one of you suck! I suck!//
Shakó’s auds turned towards the sound of paw steps, as a white coat emerged from the shadows. “Yelae!” he barked excitedly, his tail waging. He quickly ran forward to touch noses with the white fea, as a sort of kiss. “If my nose was up to par, I surly would have recognized such a beautiful scent.” Momentarily forgetting about Shunké, he turned to face his sister. “Shunké, this is Yelae, my love.” he licked Yelae’s muzzle, before introducing his sister. “Yelae, this is my blood sister, Shunké. She is of a different pack, but I think you already know that. If not, Sarnes is where her loyalty lays.”
To his surprise, a sharp growl made his auds stand erect again. “Lydair?” he said with surprise. He had never seen her this defensive, not even when she was trying to bite off his head. Well, maybe she was a tad more angry now then she was then. Even greeting the two white Vargs, she did not lose her aggression. “Well, no, not exactly. We had to catch up on things-” he stuttered, feeling a bit guilty that he let Shunké come into such danger. But his gold eyes opened in surprise, he had not heard the tail Shunké’s Dragga. “that was a long time ago, no doubt. I’m sure there was a reason-” he was thinking fast, trying to make excuses for himself and his sister. [/glow]
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
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Post by Lydair on Nov 20, 2005 12:50:24 GMT -5
(((I call post after Shunke!!)))
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Post by Shunké on Nov 20, 2005 13:06:34 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,3] Shunké watched as a white female darted out of hiding, her chest an orange hue. She watched as Shakó nuzzled the female, it was obvious he cared deeply for her. Ah, so this is Shakó’s lover, she thought. “Hello, Yelae,” she said in a rather nice tone. Shunké trust her brother’s judgment, therefore she had little to worry about. Also, so far, this Varg seemed rather nice.
But then, the odd cobalt femme Shunké had meet earlier decided to reveal her presence. Her fangs bore at the black femme, along with her raised hackles. Shunké, too, bore her crimson hued fangs, her ears pinned along her head. Hackles rose on end, making her look bulkier than she really was. “Why, it was you who gave me the idea, half Varg.” Shunké snapped coldly. “And if I were you, I would not speak of things that you are unfamiliar with.” Shunké’s odd eyes bore into the female’s, temporarily forgetting this was not her ground to shed blood upon. Her head lowered, as if to accept the femme’s challenge.
She watched the femme’s moves, even the hiss she emitted into her brother’s ear didn’t miss hers. This made Shunké very uncomfortable, for she didn’t know the Varg Serg killed was Draeg’s daughter. “I am not Serg!” she roared angrily. “That battle, or should I say that execution, happened right before I became part of the pack! Do not judge me on what others do, for as you can see, I wasn’t the one who killed that fool!”
OCC: sorries, crappy reply. Go ahead, Lydair! [/glow]
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
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Post by Lydair on Nov 20, 2005 13:44:18 GMT -5
Lydair turned again to Shako, her piercing cyan gaze flashing an eeriie blue-green. "And why did you have to come to terms in our packlands? Why not in a more neutral terra?" Her heart-brother's fervent attempts to create looping excuses broguht nothing but a shake of her cobalt head. Narrowing her azure orbs, Lydair growled again. "It could not have been too long ago, for my mate still longs for our Dragga's daughter. By bringing her here, you place my Little Brother in danger, with his siblings! Draeg would have our paws if he thought we had allowed her to stay here! For all he knows, she's a spy!" Rounding on Shunke, Lydair snarled viciously as Shunke returned the hellish favor. "You wouldn't dare threaten me in my own packlands. Half-varg? That i may be, but I can carry the title proudly! Why don't you fools understand it will take more than words to besiege my heart? I am what I am, and I don't try to change it!" The cobalt hybrid snapped. "You may be a warrior of Sarnes, but I run with Ge-Rad, and we have yet to sink so low as to kill cubs, and have a reputation for such!" Shako, how could you? Lydair thought, her feelings a mix of anger and mourn. She has no place here; I don't want to have anything to do with an insane, Sarnes-running she-Varg who speaks badly of my heritage!
The Healer did anything but flinch at Shunke's roaring tone; she responded quickly with ehr own rebuttle, a smirk playign across her face. "I know many a Varg- my Dragga and Drappa for one- who would kill you here, now, for speaking of her like that. My love wouldn't waste time ridding Transylvania of your pathetic hide either." Flicking her tail dismissively, the cobalt femme stepped back, glaring with a rumbling snarl at Shunke as she took angry steps backwards, her tassel lashing.
(((eeek. I SUCK. Shako, if you say that again, I'm going to have to slap you. -grins-)))
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Yelæ
Sikla
Fire-kissed Sikla of Ge-Rad
*-Loving Shak? with all her heart-* Proud Mother of Two
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Post by Yelæ on Nov 20, 2005 21:04:28 GMT -5
She returns his "kiss," and nods politely to Shunke after she was introduced to her. Sarnes? It must be another one of the packs along these parts, Yelae thinks to herself in a rather thoughtful manner. She then is wary of Lydair's and Shunke's bitter conversation, and the back of her neck prickles uncomfortabley. She turns to the hybrid female, her new friend;
"Lydair," Yelae says, after taking in the warmth that Shako has given her, "Be calm...please. Even if Cwen and Draeg wish for Shunke not to bear her head upon Ge-Rad terratory, they most certainy will not wish for bloodshed anywhere without a cause. She has not harmed anyone at the moment, nor was she a part of the death of Dragga's daughter." Being quite the pacifist, she utterly despised fighting, and her voice was raised to prove her point, or at least to be heard.
"I do not wish to veiw a fight between a friend and my soon-to-be Sister...give her a chance," Yelae shakes her head, and closes her eyes to regain herself, "Has there ever been a time you wished to see your siblings again?"
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
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Post by Lydair on Nov 23, 2005 23:47:52 GMT -5
(((I won't post until either Shunke or shako do, or both. -grins- Turn-based chick here, LOL. )))
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Post by Shunké on Nov 24, 2005 22:02:36 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,3]//sorries, Holiday is busy. Shako's going to post right after me.//
Crimson and cold eyes narrowed with amusement, as the Sarnes Varg’s black lips tugged to a smile. Still, her hackles did not flatten, nor did her tail budge. “It seems like being a half-Varg does bother you.” she sneered satisfactorily. “For I do not have a name to recognize you by. Therefore, I resulted into the title ‘Half-Varg’.” It was true- Shunké had nothing against hybrids of any kind. For in a way, she was like hybrid. An outcast, tormented for being different.
Now, the black fea’s temper had risen again, at the hybrid’s new taughts. “How many times do I have to tell you, you wrench! I am not a cub killer! Nor will I ever be! It is not in my blood to kill the young and defenseless, unless it is for a reason much better than revenge!” Crimson fangs bared, claws gripping tightly against the dried leaves, Shunké had half the mind to charge the cobalt faemme. But Yelae’s words halted her, she must not bloodstain the grounds of Ge-Rad. At least, not over these matters.
Shunké turned her head back to the cobalt fea, as she remembered the faemme‘s last words. “I am not afraid of Draeg or Cwen, and I am certainly not afraid of your ‘loved one’. You may threaten me all you wish, Half-Varg, but you do not scare me!” she spat in disgust. [/glow]
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