Sora
Cub
Adolescent of List
+The World is Weird+
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Post by Sora on Jun 28, 2007 12:41:02 GMT -5
//Sucks, doesn't make sense, short. Sorry. -_-//
Summer- completion, fruition; the leaves had budded and the blossoms shriveled as the sun grew hotter in the sky. Many black thunderstorms rolled over the jagged monoliths, but they kept their rain and gave only their lightning. The ground was parched, the trees were cracked and dry; it was another year of drought. Sora sniffed the air and tasted the smoke on its wings; once again her mountains were burning. She turned away distastefully; “let them be incinerated” she thought scornfully. Maybe the fires would strike List and everyone would be consumed, maybe Shatocwnn’s masterpiece would finally die; a pack of cowards didn’t deserve much else. And if that happened? If that were to happen than Sora would finally be free of her bloodline, she could finally be useful.
The cub; she was only about seven months, stalked beneath the dappled shadows of the oaks and aspens, her bat-like ears swiveling warily atop her crown. She analyzed the air again; there was the moist tang of water…and the enticing aroma of many wolves. She hurried on, an eager anticipation shimmering in her emerald eyes.
In Sora’s own pack she was out of favor; it didn’t matter that her parents were the alpha’s, their subordinates wouldn’t share with her so much as a snarl. She knew that was her own fault, she knew she was a troublesome fly to every single one of them, but that didn’t daunt her. She was better than all of those Sikla’s, she was the only one whoever went out and got something done. Sora couldn’t help but chuckle internally when she thought of how appealing she would be in the outcome of her deed.
The she-cub bent her head to the ground for a moment, and every muscle tingling, she stepped into the territory of Ge-rad. She wasn’t here to accomplish anything, she didn’t have a plan to maim them; she was one wolf. There was nothing she could do against a large and healthy pack. She just going to try to get something started. Sora squatted down amongst all the other scents that made up the border line and peed before setting grimly onwards into the heart of Ge-rad, feeling completely elated.
Somewhere a howl went up, a challenging howl…a summoning howl. Sora in many ways was a fool, but in many other ways she was a warrior.
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Post by Draeg on Jul 1, 2007 16:03:14 GMT -5
Beyond the shelter of the canopy thick storm clouds gather about the endless expanse, dotting the azure surface with black promises of rain and reprieve. Golden rays of sun filtering through the forest canopy Draeg lay somewhat hidden from the god Fenris’ wrath, the dappled light turning his amber coat into furnished copper. The amber dragga had never fared too well in the summer heat, his thick pelt having always been more suited for the bitter chill of winter. Regardless of what he tried the outcome was inevitably the same so more often then not the battered varg found himself seeking shelter in the coolest regions of the forest in order to stave off the worst effects of summer sun. Nose twitching with the scent of burnt ozone he listen to the distant rumbling of thunder above him, with any luck the storm would let up and finally put an end to this accursed drought; at least then he would be able to think for a little while without any of this damn heat to distract him.
At the moment the amber dragga lay lost in thought, reflecting on the recent events he had been forced to endure. The year had not been kind to Draeg, with Cwen’s passing having taken it’s toll on the widowed male. He had endured but the combined strain of his enemies recent attack on Ge-Rad and the discovery of his youngest son’s corruption were beginning to wear away at him. So far things had yet to improve, it was getting to the point that he was beginning to wonder just how much more he could take before he finally snapped.
He heard it a moment later. A challenging howl. Ge-Rad seemed to be getting a lot of those lately, and for some reason or another they almost always seemed to be directed toward him. Tattered auds swiveling forward upon his golden crown he rose, padded mitts carrying him through the neighboring collection of vegetation scattered about him.
Snout upturned toward the heavens he paused to study the breeze and was greeted with the foreign scent of pine and mountain air. Snorting Draeg continued, his gait a little quicker then before. He had his suspicions about the trespasser but wasn’t entirely sure, it had been a while since his last trip up north and being Dragga didn’t exactly allow for much time off these days. Still perhaps soon he could take a few days off to show Sorcha the mountains and spend time with Shayla and Firefly, if only just to spend some much needed QT with was left of his family. He hardly registered his surroundings as he darted through the undergrowth to meet his challenger, slowing as he spotted the youthful form of the tri-hued intruder. “That’s far enough!” he snarled, hackles bristling. “Who are you and what is your business here?”
((bleah, this is crap))
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Sora
Cub
Adolescent of List
+The World is Weird+
Posts: 89
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Post by Sora on Jul 1, 2007 16:35:48 GMT -5
//Mine too//
There was a slight tremble of the ground and a bare nothing stirred the air; someone was coming in her direction. Right. Excitement fluttered against the walls of her stomach; she’d never done something quite like this yet. Instinctively her body shifted closer to the ground, the muscles tightening beneath her growing frame, her fur bristling along her back. She was ready for a confrontation; Sora was ready to start a fight. Something tugged wildly at her whole body and she came to a stop, her black nose feasting on the trembling wind and her emerald eyes gazing at…a dragga. It was unmistakable in the way he carried himself; upright, proud, determined, wary. In his amber eyes she saw no fear of any other wolf, along his body, beneath his heavy fur were undoubtedly the scars from past seasons. It was a noble exterior to be sure, but even so she did not have high expectations.
For Sora herself was only a cub, just exceeding the height of a large dog. She was thin and hungry looking; her prominent ribs disguised themselves beneath the light colorings of her coat. However, in no way was she scrawny; her muscles were thick and shapely on her legs, her neck was powerful and her chest broad. She had a lot of developing still to do, but she had long ago shed that lanky, childish skin. Some season arriving she would be massive.
She faced the Dragga, Draeg, who was small and stocky and amber like a dying sun. Her emerald eyes were still in her face, wild like a wolf. She did nothing to meager her appearance, and as that stormy wind swept across her long muzzle a feeling of cold pride crawled into her orbs. Before she hadn’t been sure, but now she knew; Sora was not afraid.
The amber males voice, fierce and snarl filled, burst into the open. For a moment she didn’t answer, for a second she felt he wasn’t good enough for her to talk to. But that feeling passed; she was getting cocky. She had to wait, she had to see. In a way Sora was testing herself. Without a thought she opened her maw. “I am Aiyu, I am a daughter of List. I have come to explore Ge-Rad and learn its secrets. You should let me pass.” Ha, Ge-Rad had no secret that interested her.
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Post by Draeg on Jul 1, 2007 18:11:33 GMT -5
At first she didn’t speak and in the silence that followed Draeg took a moment to get a better look at her. He was surprised by how young she actually was, really nothing more than pup. Perhaps even a little younger than Shayla. Yet from her expression it was evident that she saw herself as more then a mere child to be coddled. She carried herself like a warrior, proud and strong, layers of taut muscle evident beneath her deceptively lean frame. When she finally did speak her tone carried a smug sense of superiority, betraying her ignorance and inexperience in show of pride. Making no move to cow her pride or show him the proper respect she merely stare back at him, waiting to see how he would react to her blatant show of disrespect.
Head tilting slightly Draeg met her emerald gaze evenly, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth before uttering a response. “Well Aiyu,” he began sarcastically, his voice taking on a chiding tone. “I am Draeg, Dragga of Ge-Rad, and around here I decide who does what. And since I don’t make deals with arrogant pups or would-be warriors I’ll have to ask you to turn around and leave.” Draeg wasn’t in the mood to play games today, the only reason he hadn’t driven the pup out already was strictly due to her affiliation with List and it’s beta’s. But given enough aggravation even that wouldn’t stop Draeg from beating some sense into bossy little whelp should she overstay her welcome.
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Sora
Cub
Adolescent of List
+The World is Weird+
Posts: 89
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Post by Sora on Jul 1, 2007 18:43:22 GMT -5
//horrible!! But you really no how to kill a thread. *pokes*
Her ears flicked forward, her stance relaxed. The Dragga was not going to do anything to her yet. She took a step forward and looked past his shoulder into the dry forest beyond him; it was large and ancient, but the amber wolf was young and mortal. Whereas Sora still could not comprehend her own ending; she had not lived in the world long enough to imagine that very shortly she would be leaving it. That blink of awareness immediately changed her attitude; she dropped her haughty facade to reveal her shrewd interior. She still was not sure why she had come to Ge-Rad, but she did not want to leave until she had a goal.
Draeg was not a wolf she had ever encountered before; it wouldn’t work to be “sly”. He didn’t seem especially clever, but what Sora did notice was the “no nonsense” “down to earth” attitude. Fine, playing with Renn’s easily irritated mind might have made her too full of herself, but she didn’t want to try to be twisty and cunning, she wanted to be…hmm.
“Why don’t you care,” she asked him.
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