Channon
Sikla
Zukozu's little Worshiper of evil Adolescent of Sarnes
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Post by Channon on Aug 3, 2006 14:31:22 GMT -5
Her petite audits twitched atop her cranium as her olfactory unit sniffed the air, scenting for her protector's smell - or, hopefully, Zukozu would fight for this young pup's life. This, though, Amber could not be sure about. Luckly enough, the masculine was chasing her closer to the older feminine, whom supposedly had plans for her. Yet, there was another being that was nearby, and whether this Varg was for or against them, Channon couldn't be sure.
Muscles beneath pelage of alabaster continued to work to their fullest as the young bitch-pup continued to flee through the brush, dodging obstacles and going under things that would slow a larger being down. She refused to falter for a single moment, even if it was to look back. She knew he was still there, for she could hear his paws snapping on twigs that had fallen from the boughs of the trees above.[/size]
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Post by Carnage on Aug 4, 2006 17:57:15 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]As he tore through the thickening undergrowth and maneuvered his way around the protruding tree roots, the scent of two others caught his nares. One, highly recognizable as The Second, or was he The First, now? Carnage had never met Serg, The 'Official' First, but in his absence, Ziev seemed to be taking over. It didn't matter, for he was sure Ziev would be with him on the fact that a tender little cub sounded like a formidable meal. the other scent was that of a Fae, a growing nuisance in Balkan territory, despite the many threats and generous warnings. Was she looking to join? He hoped not, then again, it seemed as though Ziev was already taking care of that.
No doubt as they raced on, the little pup got a whiff of the two older Varg also. Perhaps she knew of the Fae? He could feel them getting closer, though the little one still evaded him, he still knew the Balkan territory better than she, well enough to know they were approaching a clearing where The First probably stood with the trespassing bitch. It was there the pup would be cornered, trapped between two deathtraps with nowhere to run or hide. Through his heavy panting, a smile formed.
Crashing through the undergrowth, large paws breaking all that they flew over, the clearing was in sight, slightly lighter than the shadows of the thick trees. In it, he could distinguish the sapphire eyes of The First and also the eyes of the stranger. Continuing hot on the cub's trail, he herded her towards Ziev and quickly closed the gap between them, stopping only when he came face-to-face with his hierarch.[/glow]
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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 10, 2006 16:57:05 GMT -5
[glow=black,9,000]Zukozu observed the large male as he made his way closer to her standing form, his own ebony pelt shrouded in the shadows and glowing eerily with the ever shifting mist around them. Peering into his saphire eyes, the faemme grinned maliciously as the gaze made him appear young and terribly youthful - for those eyes were the eyes of a young cub. Knowing that it would be more wise to avert her sightline from him, she did - though it would have been a first for her to be so polite to another. "Indeed it is just my luck to have missed my Uncle but have met his Second in Command instead," she growled with slight disapointment. However, the grin plastered onto her elegent, sleek muzzle seemed to suggest she was a lot more thankful for it than her tone made out. Padding forward several paces she came to a slow halt slightly closer to the male's form, her long, feathery tail giving out a thoughtful flick as her muzzle dipped to the side. Zukozu's ember eyes, the feature that resembled mostly towards Serg, gave him a side-ways glance as her pink tongue flickered in a seprant like motion from her jaws before being snapped back behind their ebony prison. Her broad auds caught the faint sound of a commotion near-by and the faint scent of Young Wolf came to her nasal. A slight frown creased her brow as her muzzle was suddenly whipped back towards the caniving Ziev. A slight snarl curled the edges of her lips as she threw him a wicked stare. "Friend she is not. I am but her gaurdian for now - and your Balkar beasts may do as they will with her until I leave. But I do hope to bring at least a small something of her back out with me," she snapped, tongue sharp and her words full of poison.
She remained staring into his cold eyes for a few moments more, until fulling her gaze away and allowing her hackles to settle, shrugging it off slightly as she ignored the sound of another crashing through the undergrowth. "However, I was hoping to come and speak with my Uncle. Yet clearly, as you say, he is not here. Instead, I might as well speak with you," she growled darkly, ember eyes glancing up at him once more as her lids fluttered in an almost flirtatious manner. Sitting back onto her haunches, Zukozu's feathery tail curled lightly around her long elegent legs, her long, light pelt ruffling as a slight breeze blew through the clearing. "I do not wish to join your ranks - this I hope you understand fully from the start. Though Serg is my Uncle and I do worship the same Demon God as this pack, I am not one to break such a tradition that has been kept going for many many moons and seasons," she stated - knowing that it would make little difference if this varg knew that she was related to Serg or not and that her intentions were not that of seeking a place within his ranks. Growling lightly she continued. "However, though I know that my chances are slim, I do request that I have permission to enter these lands at any given time. The reasons for this I am best to keep to myself," she concluded, knowing it was a long-shot, though in any-case it was worth the shot.
((Ok, sorry for crap-tastic post...but at least I got it!))[/glow]
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Channon
Sikla
Zukozu's little Worshiper of evil Adolescent of Sarnes
Posts: 146
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Post by Channon on Aug 11, 2006 15:06:31 GMT -5
Channon broke from the brush into the small clearing where the scent of the dark female resided. Gaze quickly locked upon the female as her petite limbs continued to carry her frame across the land. After a few more strides, she'd slow her pace before pivoting and stopping next to Zukozu, facing the oncoming brute. A soft growl rumbled from her vocal chambers, even though she knew she would not survive that long in a fight with the attacker. She side-glanced at the other male whom was in the area, the one her adoptive "mother" was conversing with.
Muscles beneath coating of a snowy hue remained tense as her gaze wavered between the two brutes that were of the Balker pack. Cranium was held high, petite tail slightly raising. She may of just ran, but she was proud and, with those around her size, she was dominant. When she was older, she'd be one Hell of a bitch - if she lived that long.[/size]
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