Post by Lheaht on Jun 30, 2005 8:31:46 GMT -5
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The Nihtgenge's Wood
Isolated from the main clearing for training, there lies a wood, neither small, nor too large, it houses both clearings, streams, dense undergrowth and areas where only the thin and bare trunks of the tall and wiry trees would offer a varg cover from another's far-seeing eyes. here in this dark wood the canopy varies from dense, and not letting a single shaft of light in and covering the ground beneath in dense shadow; to thin and sparse where light spills in and the thick bracken and thickets thrive, abudunt with thorns and spiky leaves, for sometimes there is a price to pay for cover.
here in this varying wood is where the silent paws of the Nihtgenges of the Balkar tread, where the new recruits are trained and where the older, experienced Nihtgenges practice their skills at staying unseen, as if this were another vargs territory they were trespassing into. vargs from both packs, Eadren and Wenthran, come here to train, the young learn from the old - if they can find them.
a grey wolf materialized as if from nowhere, his pelt, of the darkest grey mingling to almost black on his back, had disappeared into the shadows until he had moved, his eyes, of the darkest colour, and the right one had a tinted colour a little like blood, for the cappillaries had a tendancy to burst when his blood pressure rose. right now it seemed like that would be an impossible feat, for the mann had an expressionless face, no hint of emotion was written upon his features.
he stepped out further and looked about, his eyes checking every single bush and trees carefully. the Nihtgenges were out there. Lheaht was the head of that skill, and now was the time of their daily training.
he let out a gruff bark in his rarely used voice, for he did not only travel silently, he rarely spoke in conversation, but now he needed his vocal chords to summon the Nihtgenges out of their hiding.
[/glow]Isolated from the main clearing for training, there lies a wood, neither small, nor too large, it houses both clearings, streams, dense undergrowth and areas where only the thin and bare trunks of the tall and wiry trees would offer a varg cover from another's far-seeing eyes. here in this dark wood the canopy varies from dense, and not letting a single shaft of light in and covering the ground beneath in dense shadow; to thin and sparse where light spills in and the thick bracken and thickets thrive, abudunt with thorns and spiky leaves, for sometimes there is a price to pay for cover.
here in this varying wood is where the silent paws of the Nihtgenges of the Balkar tread, where the new recruits are trained and where the older, experienced Nihtgenges practice their skills at staying unseen, as if this were another vargs territory they were trespassing into. vargs from both packs, Eadren and Wenthran, come here to train, the young learn from the old - if they can find them.
a grey wolf materialized as if from nowhere, his pelt, of the darkest grey mingling to almost black on his back, had disappeared into the shadows until he had moved, his eyes, of the darkest colour, and the right one had a tinted colour a little like blood, for the cappillaries had a tendancy to burst when his blood pressure rose. right now it seemed like that would be an impossible feat, for the mann had an expressionless face, no hint of emotion was written upon his features.
he stepped out further and looked about, his eyes checking every single bush and trees carefully. the Nihtgenges were out there. Lheaht was the head of that skill, and now was the time of their daily training.
he let out a gruff bark in his rarely used voice, for he did not only travel silently, he rarely spoke in conversation, but now he needed his vocal chords to summon the Nihtgenges out of their hiding.