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 Jun 27, 2006 14:50:01 GMT -5
[glow=black,9,000]The lands before the ebony pelted faemme loomed beyond the few scattered trees ahead, and immediatly as the light freys of mist began to envelope the two, Zukozu knew they were incredibly close to the borders. Scenting the air tentively with her long elegent muzzle, the bitch's maw twisted into a sinister sneer as her head swivelled slowly round, fiery ember orbs meeting those of the youth who travelled behind her. The youth was far smaller than herself and was most likely starving as well as parched from their long walk here - so it was only likely she would lag behind. But Zukozu had no pateince for it, and barked angrily at her. "Channon, pick up the pace!" she growled threateninly, her lips pulling back to reveal her flashing white canines. Whilst waiting for her newly aquired 'slave' to pick up the pace, the ebony pelted faemme peered back towards the darkened lands, her hackles rising as a cool breeze passed over her sleek frame. The faemme was just over a year now, and remained a Kerl. Her abode was within a cell she had taken to within the Castle above the Stone Den where the old legends of Larka and Fell began. She was the spitting image, if not for her clearly femanine build, of the great FIrst of the Balkar Serg. She had the same midnight ebony pelt and the same glowing, lantern orbs that flickered like man's firelight. In fact, Zukozu was related to the beast of the Balkar, she was his neice. The daughter of his mad minded brother. But she ignored that side to her past, and focused now on the future.
Shaking these thoughts from her head she now ignored young Channon and began to pad closer towards the darkness, her long legs sweeping beneath her in a sinisterly beautiful motion, her feathery flanks and tail bouncing healthily. Though after only a few strides she seemed to remember the reason she had come to these lands and her fiery gaze fell back onto the youth who followed behind. Grining maliciously she turned her body and sat back lightly on her haunches. When Channon had caught up, Zukozu motioned with her forepaw, allowed the youth a rest at last whilst she explained her motives, well, almost. "Ok, catch your breath little one, you will need a steady breath if you wish to come out alive," she chuckled darkly, glancing up at the Balkan borders - scenting the area once more to make sure that there were no beasts lurking within the near-by shadows. Without returning her eyes back to Channon, she continued explaining how the game would go. "I shall leave you in a few moments and enter the dark lands. After several moments you shall follow on suit. You must seek me out without getting caught yourself. Not by me of course, by one of them. It will soon be nightfall, and within their lands you will find it difficult to tell the difference between night and day. But if you have not managed to seek me out by dawn, return to this very spot. Is this clear?" she growled deeply, finally tearing her gaze away from the dark and twisted trees. [/glow]
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Channon
Sikla
Zukozu's little Worshiper of evil Adolescent of Sarnes
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Post by Channon on Jun 30, 2006 14:17:38 GMT -5
Amber had followed behind the ebony bitch, attempting her best to keep a steady pace as was. This young alabaster feminine had quite the spirit in her, and would push herself as far as she could go. She had already had much exercise since her parents were taken, hence building her stature and toning her muscles. That break she had gotten beneath the shade of the tree had been just enough... for now.
Petite audits twitched slightly as she listened intently to her new guardian. An obedient nod was given by the younger female as she carefully listened to the rules of the game. She would follow as well as she could. The young Arctic bred fem' was brave now, for her heart had changed. It was survival of the fittest in some cases, and this was one. She was a genuine pup, no?
"I understand," stated the amber-eyed youngster. A slight flicker of fear was shown in her spheres, but what pup would not be even slightly afraid of what laid before Channon? But, for the most part, she had not allowed fear to engulf her. She tensed slightly, knowing that she had to be on high alert - especially since darkness was falling.[/size]
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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
Posts: 144
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Post by Zukozu on Jul 2, 2006 4:57:23 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]((Sorry I've been working and doing other stuff >.< So my muse is slightly...icky. Four hour shift today, four tomorrow, five tuesday...then I'm away until friday. So...sorry if I seem a bit absent!))
Grinning now with content that her little bidder understood what was to be done, and in turn she nodded, amber hues flickering with malice and madness. For a few moments longer the pair sat in silence, the ebony bitch's auds erect and flicking back in forth, listening intently to the deadly silence that enveloped them. No bird song broke it, nor did the rustle of lera in the long grass and bracken. This truly was dead land. Beginning to grow slightly impatient now, Zukozu stirred and got to her paws, stretching out her long elegant legs and shaking her light, feathery raven black pelt. She had work to do through this little 'game', and she had better set off to work before the little runt had enough time to find her. If she found her that was. Peering down her muzzle at the youth she grinned darkly before flicking her feathery tail and growling lightly. "Right, I'm off. Do not follow me straight away, linger for moments longer, and if you need a longer rest, then linger for as long as you dare," she growled before nodding and turning on her hind paws and padding off swiftly towards the distorted tree line. It would have been polite, even considerate to wish the pup good luck...but it was not in her blackened heart to do so. So instead she left it on that note, leaving teh pup to her fate.
On reaching the trees she slowed and peered briefly over her shoulder to spy the ivory youth still sitting where she had left her. With a satisfied growl Zukozu's gaze fell back onto the path before her and she slunk into the darkening shadows, her ebony pelt melting into them as she disapeared out of site, her light, nimble paws making little sound on the forest debris. Slinking through the undergrowth, Zukozu began to lower her body to make her less visible and also to help her movements become more silent. She had one varg in mind that she wished to seek out and speak to, and hopefully she'd reach him before the runt found her. Where are you Serg... she thought inwardly yo herself, fiery gaze leading the way through the thickly mangled undergrowth.[/glow]
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Channon
Sikla
Zukozu's little Worshiper of evil Adolescent of Sarnes
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Post by Channon on Jul 2, 2006 9:59:38 GMT -5
Amber lowered herself onto her hunches for a quick break before the ebony figured left. While Zuzoku was still around, the pup allowed her olfactory unit to take in the older female's scent. This was stored in her mind for future uses, and for the use of this game. If she had any hope of finding the ebony creature in the darkness of the forest, she would most definently need to rely on scent. Muscles beneath alabaster coating were currently relaxed as the darker feminine still rested near. Petite audits twitched slighty ontop of her brainpan as she allowed her gaze from her opticals to peer at the other. Finally, the adopted "mother" would set off. The pup would watch her and listen to her words. She would await until she disappeared into the shadows to begin.
The time had come. Amber rose to her quadlimbs instinctively scented the air before she started off at a swift pace toward where the bitch had disappeared. Not too long afterwards, Channon had made it into the darkness of the woods herself. Dial was dropped and she began to scent the ground as if to smell the pawprints that were barely visible in the darkness and in the covered ground.
(It's okay. My muse comes and goes. Also, I can't hold back on using words I use on Furcadia, so if you have any questions on words ... just ask.)[/size]
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Post by Captain Z on Jul 9, 2006 11:55:46 GMT -5
Saphiric eyes sighted the dense mists of his territory, its ghostly movement dragged along the surface of the venomous hued river that carved through the lands. The mists crawled throughout the years, yet never made the smallest of sounds, yet there was a scrawny little airbourne scavanger that, out of an entire valley of worthless cubs and annoying pack siklas, brought him on the brink of insanity anytime that the wolf made an attempt to rest. "Bloody Ravens," The wolf scorned under his breath, as the creatures sounded there notes of toxins to the wolf's auds, as if they purposely intended for him to kill himself.
Yet out of atleast two to three years spent in these land's the wolf, although very close, never let the mis-matched melody sink into insanity. Even though he was the oldest, what sort of got to him, was why not a single other wolf in the lands grew annoyed with the airbourne pest. They sounded at the sight of anything larger than a rabbit that decided to stir only an inch. And from two years of endless horrid sounding, the wolf grew in ranks, in size, and knowledge. Second of the Balkar he was, Second to one that seemed deceased for several months. And when the Second rested, and his auds were brutally charmed by the notes of the Ravens, he knew that something was stiring, either a meal, or an intruder. He did notice that they had grown more comfortable to the homeland wolves, known as the Night Hunters, so the alarm never lied.
Lifting his gaze, the black cloud of airbourne scavangers left the treetops, fleeing toward him, from the southern border, not to far from the river. Rising to all fours, it was only then that the wolf realized how starved he was, and the uniform scents of two wolves swept with a frigid breeze, sweeping like a snake through the carvings of the river. With driving hunger, the Night Hunter made soundless motions toward the newcomers. The scents were seperate, one far from the other. Yet one was so deep into thick forest of broken limbs and torn trees, that it escape was more than impossible. The undergrowth stirred, as the saphiric hues and charcoal bodice waited for the wolf to finally clear herself from the thick brush. A faemme it was, told from the scent. The Second smirked, catching a glimpse of the faemme from only a few inches away, through the brush. " Good Evening " The twisted low toned voice sounded. " Don't be shy, no reason to hide. " The Balkar sounded, approaching the thick brush from the clearing near the balkar rivers, ready for the meal to stumble into his forepaws, without a clue of what would happen next. " I won't bite..."
/wow,. that was crappy\\
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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
Posts: 144
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Post by Zukozu on Jul 9, 2006 15:43:39 GMT -5
[glow=black,9,000]The icy, crawling voice of another drew a cold rush down Zukozu's spine and caused her hackles to bristle and auds to perk as she froze in her steps. Still low to the ground due to sneeking through the brush to keep a good distance between herself a Channon, the ebony pelted faemme's fiery lanterns gazed up at the looming figure whose eyes were that of saphires. He was a large male indeed and clearly he was of importance within the Balkar - however, most Balkar would have been large, so it was a little missleading Zukozu knew. Listening to his enticing tone and words, her long elegant muzzle broke into a sinister grin as her long slender legs stretched out to their full height and propped her lean body taller than before. She would show this varg no sikla behaviour for she knew their words all too well. No sikla here no breathe of fear, she recited in her head before a dark chuckle passed her raven black lips. "Oh I bet you won't," she growled darkly, ivory razors now bared in a sharp grin as she turned her beautiful form to face him, her long feathery tail rising until it was in line with her spine - she knew not to show weakness, but to show more dominance than him would only be fatal. She was not a stupid varg. Far from it.
Zukozu was unmistakably alike to this male's First, her features were clearly femanine but the resemblance was uncanny. If this male did not take on the likeness she bore to Serg, then she would simply bring it up later - in time at least, she did not want Channon to stumble upon her meeting with this male too quickly. Growling darkly she focused her fiery hues onto the male's own eyes, though making sure that she was not giving him a direct look but merely staring right through him. She needed to talk, not fight. "And who do I have the pleasure of meeting in these barren lands on such an evening then? You are not who I was hoping to run into," she cooed, her grin growing long and sinister as she lifted a paw and placed a long elegant forelimb before her, leaning slightly closer as her feathery banner flicked to the side, disturbing the mist that shrouded them both amongst the undergrowth.[/glow]
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Post by Carnage on Jul 12, 2006 2:46:39 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]As the lumbering beast surveyed his newly acquired homelands, his heated breath combined with the surrounding mist that formed an eerie shroud around the towering Mann. Having just been accepted in the tight-knit pack of Night Hunters, he was making his rounds, making sure the borders hadn't been breached by any Varg, whether it be a foolish Kerl unsure of direction, or a pitiful young hopeful, intent on joining the ranks himself. Fenris help the poor soul that he discovered inside the borders...
Powerful, ebon legs, the front two dipped in orange, carried him with long strides over the dampend earth. Pointed auds atop his proud crown swiveled like miniature satelites, detecting every sound within the perimeter. Flame hued orbs scanned meticulously through the darkness for outlines of intruders, but found none. However, when relying on his near-perfect nares, he found the foreign scent of a cub. Cubs... A rare luxury he hadn't tasted in a long time.
A demented smile ran the length of his maw as he increased his speed to a run, closing in quickly on the pup until he could see the small, white form of the Fae in the shadows. In the darkness, he was sure his monstrous black and orange form would remain invisible, though if lucky and alert enough, the pup might hear or smell him coming before they were torn to shreds, making for a rather fun chase.[/glow]
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Channon
Sikla
Zukozu's little Worshiper of evil Adolescent of Sarnes
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Post by Channon on Jul 12, 2006 11:50:40 GMT -5
Amber had slowed down to a walk, having of used some energy in the first bit of her search. Although being but a whelp, the alabaster feminine was full of confidence with the thought that she could make it out of these lands alive. And if she didn't, let her die trying to stay alive. Feminine would halt her petite frame, instinctively lifting her dial to allow her olfactory unit to scent at the air around here. She could still smell the faint scent of Zuzozu. But, there was a new scent on the breeze now.
Small audits perked ontop of the female's brainpan, twitching ever so slightly as she listened around her, taking in the small sounds that the intruder made. She had company. Amber knew very well that she would not be able to fight the wolf. Without showing fear, the petite feminine would set off in run, not letting her exhaustion get to her now. If she did manage to make a safe escape and finding Zukozu, she would happily pass out.
But, that was, of course, if she managed to escape the cold grip of Death whom seemed to be following her. The petite wolf kept near the trees and shadows, trying to cover her white frame from the vision of the others.
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Post by Carnage on Jul 13, 2006 15:03:13 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]As he raced through the shadows, his long talons tore up the ground and left a spray of grass and dirt behind him. The whole forest seemed to shake with every new bound he took, as if Wolfbane himself was on the tail of the young Fae. Within seconds he landed in the very spot where the pup had once stood. The chase had finally begun...
Though she attempted to hid in the shadows, Carnage's eyes had grown accustomed to the natural darkness of Balkar territory. The fact that she had a white pelt didn't hurt either, and made her exceedingly simple to track. He could practically smell the fear radiating off of her like heat from an open flame, an invisible trail leading her closer and closer to her end. No matter how fast she ran, he would catch her, and then...
"Run, run, as fast as you can..."
His laughter echoed through the night, giving the illusion that he was in more places than just one, surrounding the young Fae and possibly driving her towards insanity. He could keep running like this for miles, though he was no Nihtgenge, he was still built with strength and stamina. His long legs carried him effortlessly over the terrain, and quickly too, for the young Varg ahead of him had to take many strides just to amount to one of his. He wondered where other members of The Balkar were and if they would give in to the chase as well, though he was having a perfectly good time by himself.
As he neared the petite Fae, his lips curled back to reveal razor sharp ivories, just waiting to be stained with her blood. Opening his maw, he snapped his jaws shut near her whipping tail, producing a sharp 'clacking' noise that could be heard through the trees as easily as his demonic cackling.[/glow]
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Channon
Sikla
Zukozu's little Worshiper of evil Adolescent of Sarnes
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Post by Channon on Jul 13, 2006 23:13:15 GMT -5
Amber knew she couldn't run like this forever. After he snapped at her tail, she ran for a few more moments before skidding to a stop and immediately pivoting, to face the masculine behind her. Tail was held high, as well as her petite cranium. She may of ran, but she was still brave. Channon had looked into the eyes of Death himself many times over, and had managed to escape it each time.
Squaring her limbs, she would speak confidently. "I am but a small pup, playing a game of hide and seek with the ebony female who spared me, Zukozu." The small pup did not know if this would help her, or hurt her, any, but it was worth a shot. For all Amber knew, the 'adoptive mother' could be very well known, and possibly feared, in this territory. Oh, how she really hoped so.
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Post by Carnage on Jul 21, 2006 1:35:23 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Although Zuzoku was related to the absent First, Carnage had never heard of her before, and therefore, the information didn't do the pup a bit of good. When she whipped around to face him, rather than stopping, he continued to charge at her, his auds not even bothering to take in her meaningless words. Bravery would do the young pup no good here, for she was in the land of the Balkar now, and nothing she said or did herself would get this beast off her tail. Besides, it was his job to patrol the packlands for intruders, and this certainly was one, even if it was a miniature one. If she didn't move quickly, his iron jaws would gobble her up just like the old cub's tales of Wolfbane.[/glow]
((that has got to be my shortest post ever...So sorry.))
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Channon
Sikla
Zukozu's little Worshiper of evil Adolescent of Sarnes
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Post by Channon on Jul 21, 2006 10:52:36 GMT -5
The petite audits of the feminine twitched slightly before she leapt to the side, into undergrowth of the woods. The small female weaved her way around obsticals, gradually picking up speed. Olfactory unit sniffed about her surroundings, trying to find the scent of Zuzoku. No luck, at all. A bit of fear ran through the feminine's stature, but she would continue to weave through the obstacles in attempt to flee from the attacking male whom she was sure close behind.
(It's okay, we all have our moments. x:)
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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
Posts: 144
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Post by Zukozu on Jul 21, 2006 12:03:59 GMT -5
[glow=black,9,000]((Ok, I won't pst until Ziev does...but if Carnage keeps going for Channon then I'm gonna have to do something...>.< ))[/glow]
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Post by Carnage on Jul 24, 2006 1:15:09 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Just as he was about to close his iron jaws on the young Fae, his jaws snapped at thin air as the pup ran ahead of him. A chase... he thought gleefully to himself as he bounded after her. To his surprise, the little one seemed to have some form of brains, because instead of choosing a straight shot, she decided to weave through the undergrowth which would be more difficult for a behemoth like himself.
Despite his large size, he followed the petite Fae through the mass of tangley undergrowth, and found that by maintaining his quick speed he could crash through most of it without a problem. Some of the way, he had to practically crawl on his fiery belly just to maneuver past the fallen trees and such, all the while thinking to himself, How the Hell is a Varg like me to get around in this territory?! This could go on forever...
After deciding that he was still able to keep up with the Fae [for he could still distinguish her white pelt and scent in the growing darkness], he decided to turn to taunting her verbally.
"Run, run, as fast as you can..."
From there, his words broke into a string of deranged laughter that echoed eerily throughout the territory and no doubt other Balkar could hear. He would continue on her tail until she was either dead, or he was called off. Of course, he would only take orders from the Second, though he doubted he would mind one of his own Balkar feasting on the flesh of a cub...[/glow]
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Post by Captain Z on Aug 3, 2006 11:27:33 GMT -5
A smirk alit the black maw, as the Second stepped back, leaving some room for the faemme to escape only the thick underbrush, and no further. Yeah, your life thrives on the hope that i wouldn't. The words sounded in his head only, his thoughts conserved until his untamed claws could be liberated from their short leash and cage.
It took a second to click, as the saphiric gaze of the balkar wolf spilled down on to the onyx faemme, although he refused to admit it. Seen in the faemme could be a remarkable resemblance to the former first, that remains missing to this day. Still the newcomer was more of a pup, her smaller form, and her brighter tone made the connection impossible. He even recalled the cold voice of the former first enforcing the fact that he had no family, only a mate, and weird connection to a misfed beast residing in Sarnes. No kin. Mere coincidence then, it had to be. What difference would it make, The Second thought, Related to the first or not, I'm still going to kill you. If you are, that's just a bonus. A smirk fell again.
She wanted to see the first. They all did. They always did. Seeing the first wouldnt make anything easier then, sure you'd live a little longer, yet you'd never get what you wished. " Awh, just your luck eh?" The cold voice finally sounded to the faemme. "He's not here." The Second spoke of Serg. Truthfully, the second had about as much respect for the First as he did to the Dragga of Ge-Rad. " I'm his Second. And please, the pleasure is all mine." Ziev smirked, as he added a little bow to his royal behavior.
A scent crossed with west winds, and another scent, about as familiar as this faemmes, came to attention. Yet the Second didn't even flinch, he knew Carnage was awake, and as Dimitrii had mentioned to him once before, Carnage was a beast of a wolf. The Second ran his tongue over his ivory grin. " And I dont think your friend was so lucky, either. " [
//Yeah sorry, this is overdue and crap and short.\\
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