Emberlily
Sikla
Beridan Femme .:Sarnes~ Intoxicating Snake:.
x|She's just another whxre...to bad she's beautiful|x
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Post by Emberlily on Jul 12, 2007 22:01:00 GMT -5
-EmberLily- -I'm Just a good little girl- -doing a dirty little deed-
Snakelike orbs glittered from the shadows, their emerald gold hues dancing with delight as the ivory vixen let out a soft hiss, her pink fleshy tongue slipping from her jaws and flickering liek that of a serpent themselves. But no more of that. The sleek femmora stepped out from the shadows, her slender form built for speed, unlike her sisters who were built for power and strength. Turning ember caught sight of the ebon wench Zukozu. Following her line of sight Ember squinted before catching a quick sight of a large amber wolf spying at the moving shadows across the territory. The Beridan recognized him to be Draeg the dragga. Tongue slashed across black lips as a giggle tickled the ivory bitch.
Though not soon after a growl caught her attention and the fae turned to see what all the commation was about. Eyes rolled as she watched her previous Dragga snarl at the First. Mascus scoffed the Beridan before padding towards Shunke, giving a glance to Dane. A grin weaved its way onto the youth's lips as excitement tugged and made the vixen lurch. Tension was in the air, but Ember felt none of it.
Lightning loomed about her, thunder soon roaring after, illuminating the she wolf and setting her ghostly white, or to some, she might have looked liek a goddess. Nonetheless her appearence did not matter now. With light paws she weaved through the ranks, eyes spying the Balkar warriors and scouts. Eyes turned to also see the larger wolves pry away from the deep shadows and towards the outcrop ready and waiting.
Tail erect the whore slivered forward, making her way from the shadows, her feathery banner swaying gently from side to side as steel grey talons gripped the muddy earth. Emberlily slipped through the bodies and made her way to the front, her eyes catching the slim form of the wench again. So she made her way over, alert and keen as she paused now a yard away the ebon bitch Zukozu. Her vocals rang and Ember looked to see a grey warrior reply to her instead of the amber Dragga. A grin mounted the ivory fae as she watched the grey warrior lunge. "oh look how cute, though if this is all we're gonna get i'm rather bored" Ember yawned giving a shake before emerald gold eyes set their sights towards the gathered rankings of Gerad.
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Post by Serg on Jul 13, 2007 15:10:26 GMT -5
Shapes materialised in the gloom. The vargs of GeRad were gathering for the war. Serg's lips curled. They had been warned. Evidently the scent of blood that had been on the coward's Ziev's form - not only his own, but another's - had been a GeRad varg. The idiot had probably let whoever it was live. Serg grimaced. Well, if his cowardly plan of wiping them out in their sleep had failed, all the better. Serg would revel in the full blown war. This was a challenge that they would rise up to, and GeRad would be defeated.
His niece slinked out of the shadows, taking a place at the front as was her right. Her genius had sparked this entire thing, and Serg could not have been happier with her for it. Her amber orbs mirrored his own, and his were wreathed in a malicious flame - feeding off his wrath, they were boiling fits of leashed lava in a maze of the shadows of his pelt. He was waiting to unleash that anger on one varg only.
A silent war-cry echoed from the other side of the clearing and Serg's amber orbs sparked in delight. They were coming now, he could tell. And the one who had silently told them to charge - Draeg. Pinky tongue emerged from a prison of sharp teeth and licked his coal black maw greedily. His heart picked up the pace in anticipation, adrenaline pulsing through his veins, adding to his already formidable strength and stamina.
Now the vargs of GeRad were storming, but Draeg was not heading for him, but someone else was. Serg snarled, bracing himself. He would despatch of whoever this was, and then deal with Draeg.
The ivory blur was racing towards Serg's own black mass. At the last possible moment, Serg swept aside to his right with a speed that belied his bulk, slashing at the mann's left side with his claws. Yearning for blood. He wasted no more time waiting, turning to face the attacker. Eyes aflame with irritance - this mann dared to get in the way of his real target, and he would not be standing for long. Not if Serg had anything to do with it. Surging forward with his jaws wide, itching to envelop the mann's throat and drink his blood.
(no time. so i rushed it a little.)
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Kaemon
Sikla
Trouble-making adolecent of Ge-Rad
?Mischief Maker with a Chewing Fetish? [br]*Fallen for the emrald-eyed fae*
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Post by Kaemon on Aug 2, 2007 16:53:14 GMT -5
Kaemon’s chocolate oculars stared into the brush ahead, his hackles bristling instinctively as lips curled to reveal his youthful ivory daggers. One by one all three packs appeared, the Balkar mixed in with Sarnes. Kaemon couldn’t help but give a little shiver at the looks of the approaching enemies, they were all much bigger than him, and a lot more intimidating than a younger wolf mix. Still, Kaemon was here to stick, to fight this war that landed upon his doorstep. Every able body was needed, and Kaemon was no exception.
Kaemon looked around at his own pack, their hackles bristled just like his, their eyes flamed with anger and instinct, even the gray Deor warrior who joined only moments later. By the raise of Draeg’s tail, the mighty golden Dragga gave signal to attack. Kaemon turned to hear a running snarl from his uncle who penetrated the darkness beyond the brush. The young gray warrior had also leapt to battle, claws outstretched and ready for an attack. Kaemon’s heart gave a jolt as he shifted his paws with nervous energy. He knew he’d be no match for most of these vargs, they were all much bigger than him. Still, he had to try, and more than anything, he wanted to protect his family and make his father proud.
Eyeing another youthful looking brown and gray molten bicolor eyed varg, Kaemon lowered his head, his ears pinned against his sable cranium. Giving the most vicious bark he could muster, Kaemon’s gaze never left the Sarnes male as he charged, claws gripping the ground as daggers flashed dangerously. “You’ll be sorry you ever stepped paw in these lands, Sarnes scum!” Kaemon barked at Dane, right before he leapt.
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Dane
Sikla
Shattered Nieten of Sarnes
You called me out; I shrugged you off.
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Post by Dane on Aug 10, 2007 2:20:32 GMT -5
((Godmoding has been approved))
All around him the suspense was maddening. It hung in the air like a dense fog as he watched silhouettes clashing in the distance not too far off from the very ground on which he stood. How long until one of those bloodied figures would be him? Something deep inside him asked in a muffled voice just what he was fighting for, and what he stood to gain from it. The answer of course was acceptance. Allying himself with the Varg of the dark lands was something he never thought he'd do, something he had sworn to his one dear friend Dakota that he would never do, though he hadn't needed to say it outloud. They had been carefree cubs back then with tainted dreams of happiness and successful lives with loving families. Those ideals had been shattered when Dakota had abandoned him. He deserves to rot, Dane thought darkly, for he was certain that whatever fate had befallen the ebony Mann was much better than the hand he had been dealt.
The very thought of his old 'friend' fueled his anger even more. He had found his reason to fight and was now itching to dig his fangs into the flesh of his foes and cause as much damage as possible. In his mind he would be slaughtering the companions of the life he once knew, fighting to erase his past from memory and forge a new future with a family that would not, could not forget him. Not after this night. Not after the things he would do.
Bi-colored eyes blazing with hatred for Varg he didn't even know, they shone dangerously beneath the soft glint of the stars. Any fear he would have felt had been smothered out by his newly found rage. Nothing could touch him now, as the opposition would soon find out. A young hopeful entered his line of vision; his face and voice displaying his intent to tear him limb from limb. He had grouped them all together as 'scum', though the Varg he would have to deal with would no doubt be more than he had bargained for, even while keeping the entire pack of Sarnes in mind. Dane would put him through hell without question.
Charging forth to meet the over-eager half breed, his ebony claws left their mark in the earth where he had gripped for friction. A deep growl that came straight from his belly erupted into a savage snarl as he dodged to the side in an effort to avoid the fangs of the young warrior. He soon realized that he had moved too slow and the searing pain of the pup's jaws latching onto his shoulder sent his hackles bristling and his eyes wide open. Twisting his mouth into a deranged smile he quickly lunged for the male's shoulder since there was no way for him to dodge while his teeth were sinking greedily into Dane's flesh. As the tips of his fangs broke the skin and the warm liquid crimson of the GeRadian filth filled his mouth, he could feel himself being let go. With in that single moment all compassion had been abolished from the tri-colored Mann's soul. If he lived to see the end of the battle, he would be a changed Varg for the rest of his life, having tasted the blood of his brethren and fully savoring another's pain. His eyes shone with a brilliant madness as his mind was pushed to the brink of insanity. The very thought of his life afterwards was enough to set his heart ablaze with a thirst for blood he had never before felt even when gripped by the strongest of blood lusts. Clamping tighter onto the male's toned muscle, he sought to wrench every bit of pain from him to make up for the hell that had up until now been his life.
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Zukozu
Sikla
Cr?ft of Sarnes
Don't you wish you could hold, The pretty little paper doll, The one you couldn?t quite control
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Post by Zukozu on Aug 23, 2007 11:35:43 GMT -5
[glow=black,4,000]The wicked little wench observed as the shadows emerged form the tree line and formed themselves into solid shapes, each one lunging out and aiming for one varg at a time, an enemy to their eyes. Her sinister grin only broadened when a figure loped steadily towards her, though disappointment only dampened his spirits slightly as it was not Draeg who faced her, but some stranger not even from the Ge-Rad pack. A frown creased her brow as her fiery ember hues sparked with fury. Draeg was nothing more than a pathetic sikla after all! He didn’t even have the guts to face his challengers, simply set loose all his little cronies to do the business for him. What a luxurious little life he led indeed. The grey pelted male slowed as he reached her, growling words that merely made her giggle rather than feel threatened. What a pathetic runt he was to assume that he’d be any match compared to Draeg. Well, at least that was what her twisted little mind had formed his speech into meaning. “Bring it on big boy,” she growled in reply, her rose pink tongue flicking out momentarily in a serpent like manner before being snapped swiftly behind her ivory fangs once more. As the brute lunged towards her, Zukozu lowered her body beneath his to evade his attack. Though, at the right moment, her hind legs sprung like a loaded gun and shot her skywards towards Rokk, his vulnerable underbelly now for the taking as he soared above her. Jaws open and ready to snap down on flesh, Zukozu’s blood pumped furiously from her black heart, forcing adrenaline to course through her entire body, altogether consuming her mind. The fight was on.
(it's late and very bad I'm sorry, but hey, it's something!)[/glow]
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