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Post by Gryffin on May 15, 2009 22:10:32 GMT -5
[Setting: Early early Dawn, and the List pack had just come back from a successful hunt that evening... on their way back to their packlands in the morning the pack meander through the forest and find themselves before the stone den, and the great castle. KERLS are welcome to join]
The sky was ablaze with a gentle orange fire, its flames mixed with hues of orange red pink and yellow. Traces of blue were fighting the red blaze trying to engulf the raging embers. Dawn was fast approaching. It was evident with the startings of forest chorus. Birds singing their calls and the awaking of other forest lera.
Emerald eyes blinked as they searched through the lands, the dim light reflected in the emerald gaze, highlighting them and turning them into glowing lanterns for the moment. She looked like a demonic creature rising from the dark before the beast turned away from the light source.
The beast was a female, a tri hued varg of white black and tan, her ears and tail tipped with brushings of crimson. She lifted her head high like a regal monarch. Tail curled as she carried on. Her pack was not in view but she could sense them trailing behind her. It was a good night, they had feasted well and slept without fear of hunger or danger. Summer was almost here and with that was life and food once more.
With a full belly, spirit and strength the pack ventured through the unknown kerl lands with nothing short of dominance. They had nothing to fear. First of the Putnar. Gryffin licked her chops ravishingly, the taste of blood still evident. That was the name the Night hunter's gave themselves, First of the wolves. With that in mind Gryffin vowed to regain her pack's rightful place beside the balkar ranks. A pack that ruled the mountain realms with vim and verve. The harsh winters would shape them, carve them to be the vile creatures that once ruled the mountains when Gryffin was a mere pup... that day would come soon enough.
Head lifted as she spotted a stone den ahead. It was myth that the Sight had been born in that very den... She starred at it for a few second more before scoffing and continueing her trek.
What caught her attention the most was the grandeur of the haunting castle that loomed above. It's mysteries courting the Drappa's curiosity. Looking over her shoulder she sent out a low howl and tore toward the castle. Perhaps Wolfbane will meet us himself... Gryffin grinned as if she believed in those old cub tales that Fiory had once told her as a pup.
The mountain was high up on a ridge of rock and slate. but the cliffs were of no match to the mountain dwelling wolf, and she scaled them without difficulty. Claws scraped the dirt as she pulled herself up to the ridge edges... Emerald eyes blinking in wonder as auburn tail swished in an arc behind her. Every paw step brought her closer to the foreboding castle.... and with every step the sun fought with the horizon, trying to break the straight line and finally make his debut into the sky... but for now it was futile, the lands of Translyvania would continue sit under the shade of night.
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Post by Ayame on May 15, 2009 22:54:10 GMT -5
Slowly her eyes began to flutter open showing the fiery hues that lay behind their shields. Her head rose, and her ebon nose twitched back and forth picking up the scent of her pack mates and the dried blood that still laid on her maw and paws. Her pink tongue licked her ebon lips, wetting the once dried blood as a smile crossed her maw. It was a good hunt, one that left the pack content and full, with no fear of others or hunger.
The fae was completely onyx; the only colors were her fiery hues, and the flame like scar she received from a bloody battle she would just like to forget. She was also a large fae, as large as most mann varg and larger than most fae’s she had come across. This ebon fae went by the name of Ayame. Still somewhat new to the ranks of List, she felt like she was still seeking acceptance, especially from her Drappa Gryffin. That did not stop her love for her pack or her loyalty. She would die for her pack and her family if it was her destiny.
Today it was her Drappa that stirred and woke her from her dreaming state. Gryffin was already on the move, and dawn had yet to break the dark sky. The large, ebon fae rose to her giant paws, her paws stretched out before her, her sharp claws digging into the moist ground and her tail flipped over her rump high in the air. Ayame stood upright once more after her long stretch and shook the loose dirt and debris from her pelt. As the stray leaves and grass fluttered to the ground, she began to prance in the direction of Gryffin trying not to wake the rest of the pack that were still savoring their dreams.
Her ebon nose was to the ground tracking the very steps of her Drappa, once she caught direction of Gryffin, she let out a small howl to make the Drappa aware that she was on her way. Quickly she climbed the rocky terrain, knowing exactly where to place every paw so as not to tumble to her rocky grave. Soon she came to the eerie castle, and the tri-hued Drappa. Bowing her head in respect as she growled,
“Drappa, what is it that woke you so early, surely with a full belly I thought that everyone would sleep late into the morning.”
To Gryffin, Ayame was probably the last varg that she wanted to see, for some reason they have never come to terms, maybe this would be there chance to fix whatever was wrong between them….
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Post by Drathlic on May 16, 2009 9:08:08 GMT -5
(awful post, I am so sorry. I'm a little out of practice)
Warm colours in the sky above brought new light to a new day; a new start. A chill hung in the air and was more pleasant than uncomfortable after a long night trekking and hunting for the List pack. The day ahead was sure to grow warmer as the clouds had grown sparse and were unlikely to stay for the duration of the day. Below the canopy, hidden amongst the undergrowth and bracken, members of the mountain-ranging pack snoozed and dozed with full bellies and light hearts – at least the majority did. Drathlic lay a few feet from his beloved pack-mates, his head resting upon his outstretched forepaws whilst cyan hues stared out ahead of him, heavy lids drooping and rising rhythmically. The thick winter, which was beginning to grow dull and fall out thanks to the warming weather, prickled and relaxed as many differing thoughts passed in and out of his mind. Taking in a deep breath he let it out in a slow sigh, stirring up the debris and dirt that had dried up with the weather beneath him. Situations for him as of late had not taken the best turn in the road and he was in complete turmoil over what actions to take for the future. Shayla, the beta’s mate, had disappeared once more without a trace and so too had his other lost love decided to make her presence sparse after he told her that his heart was already taken. Drathlic was stuck in a rut – that was the story of his life. A short howl rang in his ears and brought his attention back to the present. Raising his head and peering in the direction of where he knew the Stone Den stood, the ruddy mann perked his auds and listened to the song fade and fall silent. A movement to the right caught his attention and he turned his cold eyes towards his pack mate Ayame as she rose and followed on suit after the Drappa’s call, returning the howl with one of her own. The beta mann waited a moment or two before rising to his large paws and shaking out his own pelt, brushy tassel rising up to a more dominant level he prepared himself before setting off also. Well muscled and trained limbs cycled metrically beneath his great form, judging every step with perfect precision as the climb up to the Stone Den inclined, causing his footing to be more sharp and intelligent to prevent a deathly fall; life within the mountains had well equipped him for such a thing. On reaching the peak, Drathlic slowed to a halt as he watched Ayame’s ebony banner disappear into the courtyard after Gryffin’s own crimson tinted tail. Cocking his head in curiosity, he moved forward once more at in a steady lope, wondering why his Drappa had decided to visit this slightly intimidating feature of the Transylvanian landscape. On entering the courtyard he halted once more upon hearing the ebony faemme question her Drappa’s actions; he waited patiently to hear the response.
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Post by Gryffin on May 16, 2009 10:54:58 GMT -5
The castle stood against the barren sky like a looming figure, the light dim against the structure causing it to look nothing more than a large black shape. A silhouette against the waning sky.
From afar she could hear her packmates returning her howls. Gryffin pondered the castle curiously, she had always remembered walking by this strange monument as a pup, but never had her pack had the time or motivation to wander closer.
Her ears jerked to the sudden sound of anothers claws scrapping the dirt of the courtyard making Gryffin whip around, pupils contracting as she sent out a low growl. Eyes sharpened on the ebon varg and her tail lifted. But Lips relaxed as she realized it was a wolf of her own pack.
THe tri hued fae nodded in return to the fae's greeting. She eyed the femme once more, a curious watch over the black femme. An irritating feeling tugged at her stomach, but Gryffin surprisingly let it go. There would be a better time for a dispute, if any, with the black fae... away from their packlands and in stranger territory they did not own, pack strength would be needed. She let out a low growl to end her uncomfortableness. It was not hate that plagued the Drappa, but rather jealousy.
Eyes turned back to the castle as Ayame's voice sprung out into the cool morning. Gryffin licked her lips, "The castle... it intrigues me." The she wolf padded a few steps forward " I spotted it last night after the hunt... I couldn't believe I had almost forgotten about it. Forgotten all about the stories that Fiory used to tell. When I was a pup me and my brother Fernlick had always challenged eachother to climb the castle to the very top. " Gryffin snorted "We never did. He joined in the balkar ranks and that was that" The tri hued femme scented the grounds. There were traces of wolves who had wandered these mysterious lands in the past. She could scent the trailings of other lera. But most evident was the scent of a Grizzly. Gryffin looked up as if the bear would show up right there and then but alas it did not.
The sound of another wolf came to the senses of the drappa. Gryffin turned alert, lips tensing. But it was only the ruddy male, his scent of pungent male carrying off into her senses. Gryffin calmed as her pack began to stir and the morning beginning to awaken.
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Post by Ayame on May 16, 2009 13:20:58 GMT -5
She could hear the birds chirping in the distance, but it seemed like death lurked around the castle, everything was silent except for the growls interchanged between the ebon fae and her Drappa. The tension between the two still seemed to remain, but both of them put it beside for the safety of the pack. Ayame listened intently to all Gryffin had to say, in truth she was jealous of her Drappa. Not only was she the mate to her mentor, Sudak, but she had a family growing up, something the ebon fae never had. She sat there is a daze momentarily, wondering what it would be like to have a family, one that loved you and cared for you. Ayame also wondered what it would have been like to listen to Fiory’s stories as a pup. She smiled,
“My Drappa, you are very lucky. You have the love of a great mann, and you had a wonderful family growing up including stories from List’s late stargazer. I must say I am jealous Gryffin. “
She smiled at her Drappa and continued on,
“You know, now is as good of a time as any to climb to the top of this mysterious castle. You know I’ve been in there once, there was a bad storm and I needed shelter, but I never made it to the top.”
Ayame chuckled, hoping that her words would somewhat break the tension between her and the tri-hued Drappa.
Then in the background the fae heard sounds of another and her auds perked to attention as she turned to face the newcomer, just as Gryffin had, a sigh of relief escaped her chest as she saw List’s own beta mann before them. Ayame nodded out of respect to Drathlic and her tail flipped back and forth behind her in contentment. Things were going particularly well this morning, no foul words had been exchanged between the ebon fae and her Drappa and the once scarce beta had joined them in front of the castle.
“It is good to have the pack together again Drappa, the hunt went very well last night, let us hope that the pack remains strong and together.”
Ayame began to wonder where everyone had disappeared to, they had all been on there own for so long, but when they reunited for the hunt, it seemed like they had been together for an eternity. The ebon fae smiled contently, for the first time in a long time she was happy.
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Orion
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Post by Orion on May 16, 2009 14:23:51 GMT -5
"ugh...Five more minutes mum...."
His voice was cracked softly, a light groan on his lips that could have been mistaken for a discomforting growl. Eyes of gold still shut tightly behind ebon lids, the male attempted to sleep on, the morning's light dousing his black coat in sunshine gold specks. The feathers upon his hackles and ankles, where his fur grew slightly longer and upon the underside of his tail shone a gentle auburn gold, mimicking that of his late mother's, who's ears had been doused in the same coloration. A bird tweeked annoyingly above, and the echoes of howls could be heard ringing in his ears as he tried to ignore it the best he could. He hadn't even realized that he had murmered the above statement to himself aloud.
He had been having such a wonderful dream, of times when it was simpler, running in the soft grasses of List with his sisters Denisha and Shatila, glancing back at his mother, tail wagging happily. For a moment he believed to see his father as well, though having never truly met the varg before his passing, he only imagined the male to be as black as night, strapping and handsome. He bore blank white eyes, for most details were lost to Orion. The young male just continued to play with his siblings with little cares in the world. The dream had been bright and beautiful, and as the playful pup Orion continued to frolick among the wildflowers of spring, a sight caught his attention. Sitting beside a serene brook in the shade, sat the most lovely figure he could have ever gazed upon. Within a blink's time, the pup had grown into the fine young varg he was at present, walking cautiously towards the beautiful thing. Upon further inspection, the light of the sun shining brilliantly upon that speckled ivory pelt, Orion had seen that it had been his heart's recent obsession Aiyu. Her dream figure turned that lovely crania around softly looking at him over her shoulder, sweet emerald hues sparkling out at him in silence. A breeze blew both of their coats and a grin had come upon his face...A smile of serenity and peacefulness, a rare thing for the mann.
Unconsciously, the ebon male let out a gentle sigh, his eyes slowly fluttering open. His pitch nostrils inhaled again, and shortly after his senses finally awoke. Ah yes now he remembered. The pack had gone hunting, and at the end of the feast, Orion had curled up nearby the lovely Aiyu later that night. Her scent had flooded his nostrils upon breathing in slowly, a tickle rising within those nares. For a moment the mann lay there watching her slumber onward, ears forward listening to the sound of her breathing, watching her chest rise and fall intently, as if making sure she was still alive.
As the morning wore on, his keen golden eyes glanced around where the rest of the pack would be. Except, a few members seemed to be missing. Namely that of Ayame and their Drappa Gryffin; his aunt. The ruddy male he had never quite met, but understood to be apart of the pack as well was also missing. Another echo of a howl reached his still sleepy ears. Quietly, Orion stood up, glancing off into the distance to where the howl had come from. For a moment, he hesitated, wondering if he should wait where he was until Aiyu awoke so she wouldn't be alone.
I'm not her keeper...I'm sure she wouldn't like me babysitting her...I'm sure she'd just want me to go he thought to himself, glancing back down at the sleeping beauty at his paws. With reluctance, the male slowly walked away, moving into a low trot before an all out run across the forest. She would be fine, he kept telling himself, ears forward as he leapt through the bramble and small clearings of the wooded terrain as his mother would have. Like a black and gold banner he dashed in and out of the sunlight, until finally he arrived at the stone worked castle, slowing immediately as he came upon his Drappa and fellow packmates. He slowed his pace, his tail low and his ears flat against his head.
The place smelled of death and decay, it was old and worn, an eyesore on the mountain Orion had believed and not just because his mother had mentioned it so. He felt an eerie chill run down his spine, his hackles rising softly as he reached his fellow packmates and stood beside them. The place definatly gave the young mann the creeps...
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Post by Sudak on May 17, 2009 19:58:15 GMT -5
Piercing, icy eyes shot through the night as the pack lay resting from the previous days encounters. The exertion of hunting was enough to wear out any varg. The ghostly form of the Dragga lay attentively upon a rock, overseeing his family. Throughout the night the mann gained bits of sleep induced from the feast he encountered though he kept an observant eye through most of it. The morning brought the waking of many of his packmates. One by one they woke and ventured off, or lay tending to their own thoughts. Gryffin padded off on another of her morning escapades with Ayame and Drathlic soon following after. With the call from Gryffin the icy mann thought to follow but keeping his eye on the newly rewelcomed mann, Orion, was of higher priority. Orion may have been born in the same pack but with the unknowns still in his past Sudak thought it best to be cautious, especially with the ebony mann laying by his own daughter.
Sudak lay for hours it seemed, observing, with the majority of the pack ascending towards the Stone Den Sudak rose to his large pads and stretched, preparing his muscles for the day’s events. Following the scents he arrived amidst the pack reuniting. The stone towers appeared among the tree line while the remnants of the buildings of past lay beneath their pads. The Dragga silently padded into the scene nodding to those he passed. He found a large stone remaining partially buried and leapt from its base to lay on top, again getting a higher view of his pack.
”Good morning List. Indeed this place is full of tales, many of them passed on to us from our dear Fiory.”[/b]
Sudak turned towards Gryffin, his voice low.
”So what have you in mind for us this morning Gryff?”[/b][/color]
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Post by Gryffin on May 18, 2009 17:24:17 GMT -5
Gryffin scented the ground, the sent of grizzly becoming more and more common. She huffed, as if trying to get rid of the scent clinging to her nose. The tri hued varg looked up, emerald eyes clung to the skies above... they were beginning to grey, the morning sky had lost their battle as rain clouds began their ascent.
The voice of Ayame pierced her like a sharp canine by surprise. Jealous? Gryffin? Pfft! Never. of course she wasnt... what was of this jealous talk? The drappa's tail swished as she listened to the dark femme's words. Though she appreciated the fae's respectful sayings, the drappa felt vulnerable, as if the femme was in her mind. Embarrassed and taken aback by Ayame's statement Gryffin did not know how to respond. Her pride got the better of her and she found herself taking a defensive stance... She growled, snapping "Shut up... What do you know anyways? she huffed, blinking and tail whipping before she bit her tongue. Gryffin paused, one second, two seconds... before she growled softly ,looking at Ayame and sighing. Her throat rasped, hard to swallow, " No more of this 'your lucky and I'm not' sayings, your part of he family now, the luck is shared." Gryffin mused. Her pride trying to hide her kindness with ill given responses.
With her next words, Gryffin felt her emotions subsde, now filled with a renewed curiosity she blinked. Glancing to the top of the castle. "Perhaps... if the pack was up for it we can"
Gryffin paused when she heard two sets of pawsteps behind her. Turning she saw an ebon male padding up, his blue eyes watching the castle crefully, while a snow white male brought up the rear.
Gryffin's tail swished as she whined, ears lowering as a greeting. She nodded, turning her gaze back on the impressive monument. Lips parted. "What say you that we venture through the castle... perhaps we'll find Wolfbane there himself" she spoke grinning with amusement.
The sky above greyed and darkened. Rainclouds were rolling in. The rain was forth coming.
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Post by demondevil on May 18, 2009 20:13:13 GMT -5
Rogue watched the small pack reluctantly. He was an admirer of the Balkar, and the Balkar only, but he was growing fond of the List pack. It seemed as if they could be allies of Balkar, but he wasn't sure.
He was speculating whether or not to go and join the little group on their trek to the stone den or not. If he did, then he would actually have something to do for the day. If he didn't, he would probably just scope them out and watch to learn.
Just go, you scaredy-cat! Rogue laughed at his own insult. He decided to follow what his consciousness told him to do. He got up from his concealed spot and walked right up to the edge of the little group.
Rogue dipped his head low to the ground. "Hello, members of List. My name is Rogue. I assume you have dealt with the Balkar before? I wish to become one of theirs...Even if, I ask permission to join your little charade up to the Stone Den. I have been there myself, and I quite enjoyed it." Rogue chuckled again and eyed all the members.
The most, well, not evil looking, but harsh-looking varg was a black-pelted femme. The others looked like they were ordinary vargs, but they had an air about them that Rogue was very familiar with. He always like it when vargs had that air about them. He could always tell whether someone had it or not.
"So am I worthy to take part in a day with List?" Rogue laughed a thunderous laugh, his muscles shaking under his pelt. He felt happy for the first time in months.
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Orion
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Post by Orion on May 19, 2009 2:15:27 GMT -5
The brawny male listened in silence to his Drappa speak with the pitch pelted fae Ayame. It wasn't like he was listening in on their conversation entirely, but merely giving the two the respect of having their talk without his interruptions. He was more intent on listening to the different sounds of this foreign place. Few birds sounded their lovely springtime calls here, several were too afraid to even venture in this stony prison. The few lera that seemed to call the place home were savaging crows, cackling down at the wolves from above the various parapets that still lingered high above the ground.
A rustling of branches stirred his attention. His head swiveled to the form of the unfamiliar kerl that had trespassed within Orion's pack vicinity. Immediately as if instinct had taken over, his golden hues hardened with hatred and malice, his hackles raised so that their golden tips shone in the gentle morning sunshine. His lips raised and his feet found themselves stepping towards the unknown mann that had shown himself to the pack of List. Orion stalked close to the male, in plain sight of the pack, stopping within a few feet of the intruder. Side by side, Orion was just a hair taller then this Rogue that had shown himself before the pack of List, and just a hair larger as well, his muscles rippling beneath sinewy gold and ebony fur.
"Begone you flea-bitten mongrel, what gives you the right to stand here and address one of the finest packs in existence in such a manner? I'll tear you to scraps of flesh for the crows to fight over you Balkarian wanna-be" His baritone vocals were strong and loud, his tail high against this intruder. Orion had never met the male before, but the thought of a wolf wanting to join the ranks of those blood thirsty vargs known as the Balkar, made him sick to his stomach and as angry as Wolfbane on an ill day. Yes, he himself had joined the ranks at one point, but he had regretted it every moment of his life. It hadn't made him stronger, it only tried to teach him to kill, to loathe, to bring death upon everyone and everything for no reason what so ever. And if death were to find you, you were to embrace it, embrace the madness of the world, the chaos that could consume us all, and Orion hated to think that way because...it went against his mother's praising teachings...
And yet, he stood there with his threat, one ear pinned upon the location of his Drappa Gryffin, and the new arrival of his Dragga Sudak. He would wait for their go ahead. He was not the alpha of this pack and he did not wish to be thought of as such, so he would wait for and approving growl or a snarl to tell him to rip the male's throat out. All he needed was one word, and perhaps that would show he deserved to be among his family once again, he would earn his right to remain in List...no matter what it took...
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Post by Gryffin on May 19, 2009 10:46:10 GMT -5
Eyes turned from Ayame and the castle to a new scent. Hackles rose as Gryffin's emerald eyes pierced the newcomer. It was a mere kerl. A brute to be sure. She eyed him curiously as words began pouring out of his jaws.
A snarl began to form over the Drappa as she padding toward the mann. She eyed him up and down, sizing him up. His words sang a song of pure amusement to her ears and her snarl turned into ferocious laughter.
Orion's words drowned out her gaggle of amusement. Her crimson ears catching the words spat out by the obsidian male. Gryffin thought she caught a tremor of resentment to the Fighter Pack. But disregarded it.
Lips curled in a smirk she looked at the wolf. "You? Join the Balkar ranks?" Gryffin snickered once more, chuckles rumbling from her chest. The Kerl must not have known much about List... for they had not merely had little run ins with the balkar... But had once been led by one of the greatest First's of the Night hunters himself. Leohlic had molded the List pack, creating it from scratch by recruiting ruthless wolves, armed with stealth and cunning. The Dragga led both List, and lived as Second of the Balkar... before he grew to be First of the Fighting pack. He was also Gryffins father.. though even the greatest of wolves... would eventually succumb to death.
And if Gryffin had her way, than the Balkar would continue to be alive in List. Her gaze pierced like daggers into the male, "What's a runt like you have to offer to the Night Hunters?" Gryffin eyed him, Orion's threat had weaved temptations into Gryffin's mind... the thought of tearing this little wolf into a thousand pieces, left to be pecked on by scawny scavengers.
Though his next question took Gryffin by surprise, and her laughter subsided into a low growl. She turned to Sudak, growl curling her ebon lips. Eyes met his as if to ask what his thoughts were of this runt.
Her canines glimmered in the dull light of morning. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't leave your worthless carcass for the scavengers" She sneered, as she stalked toward the kerl, one step at a time.
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Post by Sudak on May 19, 2009 13:08:36 GMT -5
The ivory Dragga lay tall upon the stone remnants, his hackles raising fiercely as first Gryffin sprawled her dominance throughout the pack. She had indeed become a bit more testy it seemed in her aging years, but Sudak wasn't one speak either. Before much could be exchanged between the femme a new gaudy male made his way into the scene. A sudden uproar sprang from his arrival with Orion at the forefront of the outburst. The ebon mann indeed did have a temper that only time would tell if he knew how to harness. The swiftly moving scene made the Dragga a bit tense as his claws scrapped silently against the rock beneath his ghostly form. The muscles in his legs tensed as such and his broad shoulders, that were of the norm for an varg from the arctic tundra, formed like the very stone that he had padded on.
Among the rustle of words Sudak caught Gryffin's gaze shift to meet his as if asking his judgment. This came as somewhat of a surprise to the mann, as the two had not been as close as they had been over the past several moons. The icy Dragga didn't let the thought linger long as the scene before them all would leave them behind. His eyes narrowed with uneasiness and somewhat of frustration. Icy hues swung to the new mann, piercing through his very soul. Gryffin would have her way with him. A slight smirk followed by a low laugh slithered from his maw, all with a slight devilish tone.
With the chuckle still ringing clear in his voice Sudak followed, "The scavengers would indeed enjoy this piece of flesh, though there's not much to enjoy." The Dragga's eyes scanned the youth from head to claw. Sudak licked his ebon chops with a distasteful look overcoming him.
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Post by demondevil on May 19, 2009 13:23:54 GMT -5
"Oh, hush now, my riled up List. I have a question for you: do I look like a sikla like this filth that has threatened me? I am worthy of the Balkar, and I am prepared to prove it." Rogue barred his teeth and dropped into a fighting stance, preparing for the worst.
His muscles tensed as he circled slowly around the little group. He eyed every one of them with his double colored eyes. The one who had threatened him would be his first target, he decided. He couldn't stand sikla filth that tried to seem like they weren't what they really were. He himself had once been a sikla, but no more.
He also decided that maybe the fae's he would present with mercy. If they attacked, they died. He didn't care. He was a worshiper of Wolfbane. Hell was his Heaven. If he died today, it would be a worthy death. He would die fighting.
He snarled at the dragga who had laughed at him. This would be his next victim if they attacked, he thought. Any lera that laughed at Rogue, future Balkarian, would die. Many other vargs and lera had learned this lesson the hard way. Rogue stopped circling when he had a straight shot at the sikla, and then stood his ground.
His tail flicked back and forth in the shadow of the Stone Den. He was excited, for he had not caused an uproar in sometime. He hadn't had a worthy fight in a really long time. He was thirsty for the blood of these vargs and any other who dare defy him. He started to laugh in his head, but apprubtly stopped.
"One good reason? Why, deary, it would be your carcass left, not mine. And there's not much for the scavengers to enjoy there." Rogue laughed a hearty laugh, and then prepared for what he knew was coming next. This would be a tough fight, and this time, he had no one to back him up.
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Post by Orion on May 19, 2009 16:03:51 GMT -5
How Dare he! This was his home, this was his family, and yet this despicable Kerl dared to question the word of his Drappa and his Dragga to their faces? Orion wouldn't stand for this, whether his alphas would let this mann say these things about them or not, the ebon male would rather tear the male to ribbons before letting some nobody degrade his family.
His eyes were calculating, each move this mann made, the male eyed easily. His mind was clear, focused, ready for the blood to come. His teeth of white bared, sparkling in the gentle sunshine. The world was faded, melding into the background to give him a higher sense of things. A wind had traveled from the north lands, carrying the still sweet icey scent of the snow that claimed the highest of mountain ranges. A bird fluttered by leaving the area for good, away from the fight to come. A growl, as hellish as Wolfbane himself seeped from the mann's ebony jowls, echoing into the nothingness that began to swim around them. There would only be this mann, and Orion; no more were of importance, and no more were recognized.
"One good reason? Why, deary, it would be your carcass left, not mine. And there's not much for the scavengers to enjoy there."
It would be the last words he would ever utter. How dare he insult his Drappa like that. It would be the last. The very last. As soon as the double hued male stopped, Orion lunged forward, teeth open for the fight that would eventually come. His hackles shone a soft golden hue upon their tips, reminiscent of his mother's origins, yet his entire muscular structure was that of Bristol, the male who had died before knowing his son. Before teeth could taste flesh and blood and bone, his claws came forward first, ready to rake at the male's side flanks and knock him down upon the ground. Orion was larger then this Rogue, even by that hair of measurement, but larger none the less. He did not waste time this time waiting for his Alpha's approval or not. He wanted blood, he wanted to hear the cries and whimpers of this kerl screech out and scare the crows from hiding. He wanted to be sure that the last breath in Rogue's body was given to him by Orion's jaws. This male had no where to run, he had no where to hide, but to turn tail and dash off into the forest where he came from. He would be shoved to the ground, and forced into submission..Orion would make sure of that...with every fiber of his being, he would be sure this male regretted the day his whore mother gave birth to him....
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Post by demondevil on May 19, 2009 18:33:45 GMT -5
Rogue braced himself for the black sikla. He was bigger than Rogue and Rogue knew this. The other varg lunged at him. He could tell he was viscous. Rogue charged and met him. Rogue opened his jaws and prepared to attack.
He needed to know one bit of information before he died or ran. The name would have to be stored in Rogue's brain so he could mark him for future reference.
"Tell me, sikla, what is your name? Oh, and the rest of List, don't attack. I believe in a fair fight. A fair fight in my mind involves an even number of vargs fighting. Three or more against me could hardly be fair...."
Rogue laughed as he addressed the rest of the pack. He prepared for the sikla to attack again. He never took his eyes off of his opponent, even though the pain in his side was excruciating. He didn't wince and kept his face expressionless, but inside, he was hurting.
He had taken on vargs bigger than the one he was fighting now, but they had been weaker. The one he called 'sikla' really wasn't a sikla. Rogue had just been instigating him and his pack.
Rogue's thoughts drifted, but he snapped them back into the fight mode. He couldn't lose concentration now. He was gaining an advantage, but he couldn't risk losing it. He knew he had injured the other varg. Even the slightest injury could prove him the winner. But, he needed the right moment to prove it.
If the black pelted varg even once flashed his neck, Rogue would grasp the oppurtunity and close his jaws around the main artery, instantly killing the wolf. Then, he would have to worry about the rest of List, or at least the dragga. The drappa's would be easy to take down. But for now, he kept his thoughts focused on the here and now.
He knew the next lunge from either side could be fatal, so he had to keep his senses sharp. He got back in the fighting stance and bared his teeth. The older varg would probably scare Rogue away, but not easily, at least.
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