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Post by Gryffin on May 19, 2009 18:51:42 GMT -5
Gryffin's emerald eyes watched the male with a sneer. This sikla knew nothing of what he was getting into. Ahh this reminded her of every balkar wanna be... thinking themselves oh so highly. She cackled.... "Darling you haven't seen nothing yet" she sneered. This runt of a wolf dreamt of the balkar, thought he held everything it took, oh no, he wasn't even half way there yet.
His threat was pitiful, his voice tickling Gryffin's spine to the very marrow. Gryffin's laughter filled the courtyard, her jaws heaved up and down as she took in his words. "Fool!! " she cried, canines shimmering under the rainfilled morning. " You dare challenge wolves trained by the balkar themselves? Then you must be more foolish than I had thought! We train under the ways of the balkar, by the Draggas themselves...
Gryffin had trained with her brothers since she had been a mere pup. Her brothers would grow and join the ranks, she would remain here. " Oh my... what a humoring story I will tell Carchoroth myself. That is... if he even cares to look at a runt like you"
In a flash a wave of black sped past her. Orion had made a move.
Gryffin knew from the runts attitude that he thought little of the femmes. Little did he know that the blood of balkar flowed in Gryffin... and to fight the Drappa would be fighting a member of the balkar ranks himself.
Laughter filled the courtyard again "Fair fight? Truly... you must know nothing of the balkar... For we believe in no such thing""
Spine tingled as her jaws opened, lips clenching. The skies began to spit on them. Rain began to fall.
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Post by Ayame on May 19, 2009 19:29:31 GMT -5
As the clouds began to increase, causing the once colorful early morning sky to turn gray and dull. Along with the darkening sky, the day began to turn to hell. Once again the ebon fae’s attempt to be nice and friendly to her Drappa was immediately shot down and Ayame stepped back a few feet slightly tucking her tail between her legs and lowering her ears. A disappointing sigh slipped from her chest as other members of the pack began to arrive, but stayed in the distance not disturbing the two faes. Soon, however, the snowy Dragga took his place among the pack bringing everyone together. Ayame bowed in respect and her tail once again began to sway back and forth.
Soon a cool harsh breeze ruffled the ebon pelt of Ayame causing her to squint, a storm was sure to come soon but that was the least of her worries, the wind carried the scent of a new varg, a kerl. Her squint from the breeze soon turned to a glare as she turned and faced the wandering mann. His words were arrogant, ones that would not sit well with the mountain dwellers, the brothers and sisters of the Balkar. Ayame’s auds perked and her tail raised high above her back and twitched back and forth in annoyance as she turned towards the stranger. Orion, returning member of List, was the first to approach the kerl, his actions were load and clear to everyone around, if this Rogue did not change his tune, blood was sure to be spilt. The large ebon fae remained quiet, her alphas and Orion were saying everything that was necessary, and she was the quiet, deadly type when it came to a threat upon her family. It seemed like the entire pack was in agreement that unless this varg tucked his tail and ran for the woods that they would leave him for their friends the scavengers.
Soon Orion sprung towards the kerl, his sharp claws out ready to cut into his flesh and his teeth were bared. While this was going on Ayame slipped to the other side and stood behind Rogue, waiting for him to make a move, she growled and snarled, saliva dripping from her jaw, waiting for the right moment, vargs always underestimated her because she was a fae, but they learned the hard way and always remembered the fight. Hearing Gryffiin’s words about a fair fight made an evil laugh escape her. Her fiery hues were fixed on the kerl, watching his every move, it had been far too long since Ayame tasted the blood of an opponent, and that was all about to change. The fae soon lunged into the fight, there was no way she was going to let the pathetic excuse for a varg disrespect any of her family, even her Drappa who didn’t take kindly to Ayame, she was still her family. Her claws were erect, and her teeth were bared as saliva dripped from her maw anticipating the warm flesh as her sharp daggers would penetrate the kerl’s body and the blood trickling down her throat….
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Post by Drathlic on May 20, 2009 10:53:24 GMT -5
Slowly but surely the members of List began to accumulate in the Stone Den’s cobbled court yard, the worn stones beneath their paws still cold and growing damp now with the morning’s dew. Songbirds amongst the canopy were heralding the arrival of morn and their chorus filled the silences that were falling between the pack as they awaited their Drappa and Dragga’s decision on the course their day would take. The ruddy mann’s nose twitched as a vaguely familiar scent caught his attention, drawing him towards Gryffin as she too scented the area where they stood. Memories of several years back when he was nothing but a scrawny cub exploring a dark cave with his close friends were coming back to his mind; deep crevasses with the foul stink of bear clinging to them. The same reek lingered in the area where they stood and his hackles began to prickle with the thought – a bear was a large opponent even for a pack of wolves; if the castle itself wasn’t risky enough for them to hang around. As Drathlic brought his head back up to level with his shoulders, cyan hues watched as the returning son of Fiory grew stiff and dominant even in the presence of his alphas. A light growl tickled his throat as a new scent began to mask the aroma of bear and the appearance of a young mann entered the group’s perimeter; a kerl. Orion’s response was immediate and malicious which did not take the ruddy beta by surprise, after all he had previously been in ranks with the Balkar and had been trained to respond to issues like this as such. The words that Rogue addressed his pack with caused nothing but amusement all round as chuckles and laughter erupted in response, even Drathlic himself couldn’t hold back a sly grin. A few moons back he’d had a run in with the First of the Balkar and it did not go so well for him – he had been wounded badly and his fragile mind had been corrupted so far as to say that he was no longer quite the innocent varg he’d been born into the world as. What was this runt going to bring them? Nothing but a load of grief he suspected. Tension began to grow between the pack and the kerl as he began to circle and assess the strengths and weaknesses of his family. Gryffin stood her ground well alongside her mate, speaking words of truth and wisdom in the face of what was to be a well foreseen fight. At the last words of insult towards his Drappa, Orion snapped and lunged for the brute, knocking him down and injuring his flanks badly. In response to the fight Drathlic observed Ayame circle in behind and take advantage of that blind spot, throwing herself into the scuffle to give her fair share of force. Drathlic held himself back as once more a niggling thought began to tingle up his spine, causing his senses to sharpen and his hackles to rise to their fullest. Cyan hues watched the events as his large form hung stiffly on the side of battle, prepared for the slightest moment of weakness where he might be needed.
(Sorry for the delay)
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Post by Sudak on May 22, 2009 12:36:07 GMT -5
The ivory Dragga had had enough of this runt. He was pitiful in their sights and an easy kill for any one of the Listern varg. Gryffin had spilled her anger, her fangs bared as the storm that had been threatening all morning broke loose. Sudak's ivory pelt dulled from its brilliant hue to that a duller shade. The drops sifting their way through his layers of fur. It was a cooling relief. This weather was also what the List pack was used to, especially in a battle. A scent of advantage swept over the scene as such, not that they really needed it. Gryffin had beet him to cursing the young fool but that would not leave out the towering Dragga.
Sudak quickly barked at the scuffle before him, his voice echoing as if thunder from the storm itself. "Keep up this ignorance you filth and you shall die here this very day. You've picked the wrong battle, the wrong pack to mess with. You will pay for your arrogance."[/b]
Wherever this fool had emerged from apparently hadn't taught him that a pack sticks together, a pack fights together. This had been a very abrupt start to the morning. Ayame and Orion had darted into the scuffle as Gryffin and Drathlic stood teeth and claws ready to engage. Sudak leaped from his perch landing besides Gryffin as he let out a deep snarl his lips curled and fangs bared. The blood lust raged through his body, an almost reminiscence of the previous day's hunt.
Sudak gave Orion and Ayame and glance and once again thundered through the crowd. "Ayame.. Orion.. Silence this fool so we may deal with him."[/b]
Sudak wanted nothing more at the moment then to put this runt to the ground soaking in the mud, impaled by the intense storm, and drenched in his own blood. Rogue's life still hung in the air, it was up to him whether it remained with this flea bitten bag he called a body.[/color]
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Post by Orion on May 23, 2009 23:30:32 GMT -5
The tussle the young male gave hadn't been much. A paw strung out in odd places and a few snaps of his jaws met with Orion's thick fur but nothing really too serious. Orion was a large brute, his strength alone kept the male upon his back, pinned to the ground with little to no movement to speak of. Yet Orion did not deal a killing blow, merely held him down as his acquaintance and pack mate Ayame grabbed the male by the flesh of his back. The putrid smell of blood was intoxicating, so much so that it was hard for Orion to focus on the mann at his feet without succumbing to the blood lust that poisoned the air around them. His ears were pinned backward, not only for a more threatening appeal, but to also listen for his Alpha's orders.
"Ayame...Orion....Silence this fool so we may deal with him..."
It had been Sudak's vocals that stirred him, a sickening growl escaping that muzzle of pitch. His ears slowly moved forward, wishing to hear every breath and growl, every snarl and snap of the pitiful prisoner that had been pinned beneath Orion's muscular frame. He had just been given the orders he hoped to hear. The scent of the kerl Rogue's life fluids flooded his nostrils, like a perfume of death aching to be sniffed and snuffed out. Orion's grin was cynical, almost in a deranged sort of way, his pearly whites gleaming merely inches from Rogue's double hued eyes.
"Guess you won't be needing my name, Sikla." he snarled into Rogue's ears, before a snap of his fangs raked across the male's left eye, hoping if anything to scar him, if not rip that pretty little jewel out of it's socket for a prize. His jaws did not linger long at the male's face, but made their way swiftly to the throat of the runt, jaws at the ready, fangs sharp and deadly...just one bite, just one snap, then there would be blood, then there would be death...
"No! Don't!"
He stopped just short of his target. A part of him urged him on, the blood lusted side that had had it's fill of the sweet poison in the air and now wished for the taste to supplement the smell. And yet, a voice seemed to have cried out, out of thin air, out of the back of his mind. In an instant, the blood lust had gone from his eyes and shock gripped him. Reeling back, his snarl still planted firmly upon his ebon lips, Orion glanced over to Ayame. As if to play off his brief moment of weakness, he gave his head a quick jerk in the kerl's direction.
"Well, Ladies first, of course..."
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Post by Gryffin on May 27, 2009 13:34:51 GMT -5
[From Rogue: Unfortunately, I must delete my account. You may do what you want with Rogue in the First of the...thread. Sorry...Tell List they can do what they want with him...I don't really care anymore]
Gryffin's eyes contracted, her nostrils filled with the rich coppery smell of blood. Her ears flattened as the bloodlust began to creep into her. The balkar had always said that once a wolf tastes another's blood, there would be no going back.
Emerald eyes pinned at the Kerl, saliva dripping. Gryffin grew impatient, everything she remembered her father teaching her came flooding back in.
The lightning flashed... miles away. The rain grew heavy. the pounding words that flew from Sudak's mouth only revved the tri hued Drappa even more. The sikla would die today...
Watching the fray Gryffin growled, lips churning into a pleasing grin, as eyes pinned on Orion. She anticipated the kill... the bite to end all, to drain him of life. But it stopped. Gryffin frowned, as if her heart was put on pause. Orion stopped. She snarled, as she watched the ebon male step back.
Her patience grew thin and suddenly she felt anger towards Orion's hesitation. no she couldn't see it as weakness, he hid it well. Gryffin was not a wolf who would wait.
Ladies first.
Gryffin snarled, her back legs sprung out behind her as she propelled herself at the kerl with deadly accuracy. She hissed at Orion before snapping her jaws tight at the bottom of the kerls neck. Canines tasted sweet flesh, and blood tickled her tongue as the bloodlust took over all rational thought. She could feel the heart beating a mile a minute underneath the siklas skin. Gryffin moved her jaws, as if trying to milk the wolf of his life and precious blood. She grinned, shaking the wolf left to right as if he were but a mere deer.
Jaws parted as she threw the wolf to the ground. Panting, Gryffin licked her chops, eyes pinned at the wolf. He wasn't moving but she could see his chest lifting and lowering ever so slightly... if he didn't die now he would surely die slowly later.
Emerald eyes turned to the white wolf Sudak. She knew his bloodlust was on the verge of eruption, and it took Gryffin all of her strength to not give him a clean bite to end his life. She growled as if to say your turn. And she knew if the white wolf didn't move now... Gryffin wouldn't be able to stop herself from finishing the kerl herself.
Thunder drummed.
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Post by Ayame on May 27, 2009 20:25:18 GMT -5
Ayame landed on the sikla’s backside, clenching her sharp daggers into his warm flesh. Immediately the sweet, sticky blood began to trickle down her throat causing her to bite down harder, yearning for more blood. Her claws landed in his backside as well, helping Orion pin him to the ground. In the distance she heard the icy Dragga’s words which just made her claws dig deeper into Rogue’s flesh. Releasing her bite, she stood over him, growling and snarling, the bloody drool dripping from her maw; she dared him to move. Like a movie playing in her head, she thought Orion was going to end the pathetic mann’s life, but he hesitated and looked up, his words made an evil grin appear upon her maw as she looked up to her Drappa and Dragga. Before she knew it, it was Gryffin’s turn as Ayame backed away letting her enjoy the blood of the repulsive varg.
It was now that Gryffin truly shinned, her training and instincts from her Balkarian blood were shinning bright as she tossed the varg around like it was a meal. The tri-hued Drappa, whose maw was now stained deep red from the blood, dropped the limp body to the ground inviting Sudak to join in if he so wished. Ayame’s fiery hues shot up to where the snowy Dragga stood, and she whined and barked at him begging him to join in the fun.
While all this was going on, it was like a weight had been lifted off her broad shoulders, she felt like she was one with the pack, that now she was truly accepted. Though only time would tell if this was so, she could not control the excitement from today’s events running through her veins. As the storm became closer, thunder rolled through the dark clouds, she lifted her muzzle to the sky and let out a howl for all of Transylvania to hear, List was on the loose.
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Post by Sudak on Jun 1, 2009 22:54:19 GMT -5
The ivory Dragga rose to his large pads, the swift breeze from the storm raging through his ragged pelt. With his command both Orion and Ayame were upon the runt before he even finished his sentence. A quick glance left showed Gryffin lunging forward, fangs bared searching for blood. The form of Rogue pounded into the mud with the weight of each countless varg's attack. Gryffin halted her feast and glanced in the direction of Sudak. He let a small chuckle escape his maw as he leaped from his perch landing softly upon the ground, a little too soft one would say for a varg of his size. Pads slowly penetrated the surface of the terra as he stalked his way toward the lying varg beneath Gryffin. His eyes matching hers as he padded closer. He came to a stop inches from her muzzle as he stared at her, the rain picking up fiercely. His gaze broke to lower towards the pathetic varg beneath. His form lay there with the two Alphas of List hovering over top like the gods choosing his very fate. What would they choose?
Without raising his head Sudak raised his icy hues to meet Gryffin's once more as if asking her judgment. Without waiting for a response he knew what she was thinking, it was indeed the way of List's heritage. A loud snarl ripped from his maw his ivory fangs penetrating through moisture rich air before sinking deep into the exposed neck of Rogue. A shrill scream rang through the haunted walls of the stone den sending its inhabitants scurrying about fully alert. The ravens flung from their perch startled by the sudden peircing tone. It was quickly silenced with the swift motion of Sudak as he snapped the neck of the fragile, defenseless varg between his fangs. The Dragga dropped the lifeless form at his paws with a splash in the accumulating muddy water. Blood dripped from his canines as he raised his maw, his hues meeting those of his pack mates once again.
"What a pathetic excuse for a varg."[/b]
Sudak padded over the remains making his way for the entrance to the stone den. He stopped shortly and looked over his shoulder.
"Now where we?"[/color]
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Post by Drathlic on Jun 14, 2009 11:47:56 GMT -5
The stench of blood was thick in the air around them as one by one the members of List descended upon the writhing form of Rogue; a hapless young kerl who had maybe just too grand a goal in his life to ever succeed. The ruddy Beta remained where he’d grounded his paws and observed the scene from an outsider’s view, sifting through the many emotions and thoughts that went through his mind during the savage destruction of a single varg. On the one hand Rogue had it coming to him; if it wasn’t List today it was just going to be another set of villains tomorrow. Yet on the other hand his life was short lived it seemed and his goals and ambitions diminished within the bite of a forceful pair of jaws. Any sensible Kerl would have thought twice about insulting such a strong, united pack and kept their brawn to themselves; sadly not all have the brains to live a long and fulfilling life. The rain poured down violently now on the pack, heavy drops beating against the surrounding stonework and cobbled courtyard around them. Thunder rumbled long and deep from behind the Carpathian range which overlooked the great Stone Den and Drathlic’s already bristled hackles rose higher. A pleasant family hunting trip had turned into an ominous and bloody hike; the scent that Gryffin and Drathlic had picked up earlier was still lingering amongst the wretched metallic aroma of blood and the damp vegetation, it unnerved the ruddy mann greatly and his auds swivelled like radars aloft his large head.
Sudak’s gruff voice caught his attention as he addressed his beloved mate, no feign concern was at all present in his vocals and Drathlic began to wonder whether he was worrying over nothing at all and his mind was just over thinking things as was becoming the norm for him lately. It was Gryffin’s place to respond to the Dragga, yet the Beta had barely uttered a word since they’d left the secure lands of List, it was beginning to feel a little muted. ”How about we get out of this weather and explore the inside works of this place,” he suggested on deep tones, a slight frown creasing his brow as the idea didn’t seem to tickle his fancy much yet he knew it would appeal greatly to his Drappa and the rest of the pack. Passing a glance towards the tri-hued Drappa, Drathlic gave her a weak smile in hope to hide the inner turmoil that was rolling through his thoughts. He desperately needed something to take his mind off his previous notions, though if slaughtering a kerl didn’t do the trick he wasn’t entirely sure what would be powerful enough to do so.
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Post by Orion on Jun 16, 2009 20:04:05 GMT -5
The rain continued to pour down. Perhaps even a rumble of thunder could be heard off in the distance. Everything seemed to slow down before the ebon mann, his golden hues staring at the carnage before him as if he could not look away. Blood soaked the earth, thinning as the rain splashed and mixed with it. The scent of it held thick to the air around, each varg of list coming from the kill with blood soaked mouths and rain soaked pelts.
Except Orion. He had halted his assault on the mann, and merely watched as his drappa and dragga murdered without remorse. Slowly as the pack began their retreat from the lifeless corpse once a few moments prior a living varg, focus came back to the mann, and he blinked a few droplets of water from his eyes. A pitiful excuse of a varg? Probably, but he had a dream didn't he? He had a goal. Was it really the right of the pack of List to end his life like that? To take that dream and that goal from him? to end his journey in such a manner? Orion was unsure of the answer to these questions, though he did not voice them to the rest of the pack either. In silence, he turned himself around and began walking with the rest of the pack towards the stone castle of ruin. His coat was completely soaked now with the pouring rain, the golden tinges melding darkly with the rest of his ebony fur. As the rain continued to douse the wolves in a summer time storm, a thought struck Orion. What if Aiyu was on her own, still sleeping in this pouring rain? What if the ones they had left behind, were now on the verge of drowning?
His paws halted, allowing the rest of the pack to step ahead of him a few paces. Fear had taken over his eyes for the time being, and while the rest of the pack made their way closer to the stone den, the ebony knight slipped away into the darkness, barely a sound being made by the masculine male. He had inherited another trick of his mother's trade; the idea of silent escape, melding within the shadows and disappearing with very little trace. However, he wasn't the best at it quite yet, not nearly perfect as Fiory had been, for a misstepped paw broke a branch hidden in the gloom behind him. He did not stop for it, but continued on unknowing if the rest of the pack would have heard the snap or not.....
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Post by Gryffin on Jul 3, 2009 15:00:02 GMT -5
Emerald eyes scanned the horizon, the rain just kept falling to no end. Gryffin blinked away the droplets, shaking out her fir as it stood on end in clumps. Her blood stained muzzle still sending shivers of quenched savor to her senses.
The Tri hued drappa turned, her eyes positioned upon the great stone castle. Her second in command sang words of excitement. Pink tongue ran along her lips, taking in the coppery taste, how sweet it was.
"I like that idea.." she smacked her lips. Crimson ears twitched as her paws slowly moved her toward the stone den's entrance. The body of the bloody kerl seeming to be invisible or long forgotten.
From the depths, bright brown-gold eyes shimmered. It's musky breath hot in the humid air. Its shaggy coat weighing himself down. He was a huge beast, a large beast. He had been hiding out from the oncoming storm but now the need to survive pushed him further. Migrating fish would not yet be here and he was thirsty for fresh kill. Tired of berries and bark, his low deep growl echoed around him. He had chosen this stone monument as his location of roost. And for a while it had been quiet , peaceful, no one had ever dared come upon these mountain dwells.
But the scent of blood and the ruckus that ensued outside of his abode had drawn interest to his small eyes. Long talons clicked the stone floor. He wanted food and he wanted blood, anything in his way would be mercilessly destroyed.
With a deep bellowing roar he left the dry stone castle and made his way angrily toward the small figures that danced about before him. Bloodlust and hunger enveloped him. He began his attack.
Gryffin sped now, excitement coursing through her veins as the entrance loomed over her. Emerald eyes shone, but no sooner with her next step did she slide to an abrupt stop. Hackles rose as her lips upturned into a merciless snarl. From the depths of the dark two small glowing eyes could be seen. They were coming toward her.
The scent was disgusting, intoxicating. Gryffin's face scrunched up. The creatures musk was too much to bare, something like rot. She backed up, as the creature loomed before her, his titanic form bustling out clumsily. The rain pummeled him to no effect as a deep roar echoed from within him.
With another gruff, The large grizzly pinned his eyes upon the List pack.
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Post by Ayame on Jul 6, 2009 20:26:37 GMT -5
The harsh rain pummeled the muddy ground, so hard that it seemed like it was not only raining from the sky but also coming from the ground. The water down blood began to drip from the ebon fae’s muzzle, it’s the only thing that reminded Ayame of the pathetic excuse from a varg that the List pack had disposed of a matter of minutes ago, now something forgotten not worth mentioning again. The midnight fae shook the rain from her thick pelt, the droplets spiraling away mixing with the persistent rain drops, moving briskly behind her pack on their way to the stone castle, seeking shelter from the storm; she was glad that the beta mann has suggested getting out of the rain. In the distance, Ayame heard a snap of a branch breaking; she immediately turned her head, wondering what it could be. She saw nothing, but noticed that the other ebon pack member was missing. Shrugging it off, she continued with her pack, what she didn’t know was the danger that was lurking beyond the walls of the old stone castle.
As she entered the castle, a heavy musky scent hit her nostrils; it was if she ran into a brick wall the scent was so strong. A low growl emitted from her chest, her fiery hues staring into the darkness when she caught a glimpse of her Drappa, slowly backing away, she must have seen something. Immediately Ayame was on the move, she had to protect her pack, especially her Alphas. Placing herself in front of the tri hued Drappa, she began backing away from the enormous form before them. The little beaded eyes seemed to glow and were moving towards them and fast. “Gryffin, get out of here. We have no chance against this beast in here. Take the rest of the pack and get back outside, I’ll hold him off as long as I can. Go!” Ayame barked viciously. She was in no mood to play, her packs safety was of the upmost importance, she would die for them if she had to. Before Gryffin or anyone else in the pack could argue with her or try to bring Ayame to her senses she sped towards the enormous, reeking beast. Her hackles rose, her auds were pinned against her head; her ebon lips curled showing her sharp daggers and she growled and barked viciously towards the monstrosity before her.
It may have not been the smartest move to attempt to face the beast alone, but Ayame had seen her fair share of battles, and was smart enough to know the best way to attack was from behind. When she was close enough, she leapt towards a crumbling column, pushing off of it, landing of the bears back, her claws sinking in to the beast’s thick skin, her fangs piercing his neck as the blood began to seep into her mouth, the sensation causing her to bite even harder. The bear began to roar and shake back and forth violently trying to force Ayame off his back. The ebon fae began to lose her grip and with one last jerk she went flying to the ground, landing hard against a crumbling statue, Ayame yelped in pain as the statue came tumbling down atop of her. Before the dust could settle, she was shaking her head back and forth trying to regain her grounding. The ebon fae forced herself to her paws, stepping away from the chunks of stone that once covered her, extreme pain shot through her left leg and then through her entire body; but now was not the time to worry about such injuries, adrenaline was pumping through her body and before she knew it she was after the beast again, her fiery orbs fixed solely on the enormous bear hoping that her pack was making it out to safety….for now.
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Post by Silent on Jul 19, 2009 5:06:37 GMT -5
Golden orbs creeped open, allowing small amounts of light in at a time. Blinding white seemed to go on forever until slowly recognisable features of the place around her started showing themselves. She had retreated here after that night within the List Packlands, with her beloved Drathlic. Her heart ached, after that night she had slept, occasionally arising to snatch a shrew or mouse to keep her from starvation. Her strength had been restoring, once being nothing but a frail skeleton, fat had grown on her bones and the rare trip out had kept her muscles in tone, for being on this terrain they had to. The badger set was warm to her, it was also a coolent to the dreadful heat outside, Fenris had been showing no mercy this summer, and Silent seemed to know that it was not going to get much better any time soon.
Audits swivelled atop her head at small snuffling sounds, golden eyes landing on the mouth of her makeshift den and focusing onto the small creature that moved about there. The shrew had no idea, it was old. Going about his daily business with gusto and chewing up his meal carefully. She ignored it, though it being prey she did not want to eat, she wanted herself to feel hunger for a while, perhaps this was to take the attention away from her sorrowed heart. She slowly dragged herself towards the entrance, alerting the shrew and sending him skittering off into the undergrowth. Slightly amused that the shrew had such a delayed reaction seemed to cheer the moment, until she got too her paws and studied the worl about her. The weather had dropped, significantly, clouds loomed overhead with the everincreasing threat to drop the heavy burned on the parched earth below. What a relief, except for the fact her small makeshift den would be flooded. And a flooded den meant sleeping in the open, she would not risk anywhere else, especially the Old Stone Den.
Disturbances had not awoken her before, she had heard the similar noises of her own ind somewhere in the distance, but she had resolved to fall back into her sleep. Yet now, intrigue pulled at her paws as she slipped effortlessly away into the forest, following her nose to the distinct smell of blood. Indeed her muscle had come back, she looked a healthy wolf, but her coat lay dank, lifeless and lacking in the silver shine it once had. The heavens opened. Rain swept across the land in seaconds, drenching everything in its wake. Pounding down with force in large droplets. Silent pressed on. Golden orbs locating every feature that lay upon the ground it was not long before she came across the ravaged kerl that lay upon the ground. Horror crept over her, tingling at her spine, who would do such a thing? The Balkar perhaps, or even one of them insane kerls. But the scent that hit her right away was of her beloved pack, List. She did not stop long, haunches hurtled her towards the castle, aiming not for the main doors, but a gap in the walls near the side, into rooms less accessable. She had been in this area a while now, and she knew for a fact a bear had been lurking, and this was almost certanly a favoured place for him to slumber.
Silver paws flew now, the sound of rain overcoming her ears, drowning out any other. She was almost there. The castle loomed above and she could see her pack standing within the entrance of the great building. But she kept on and skirted to one side, careful not to attract anyones attention. Ducking into the hole she came into a leaking room with the door shut fast, with yet another hole in the facing wall. Her mind did not fail her, she kept on, swift emissary trained paws not taking her long until she came out into the main entrance hall, behind the beast. Already it was in battle with the ebony fae, Ayame. The brave varg was latching on up high, doing what was natural to her. Silent snarled, a sound uncommon from her. Lips curling back, revealing fangs of pearl as she stepped towards the grizzly, golden eyes glowing with fury, it attacked her pack, now it would pay. She had forgotten the presence of the others as she darted forth to clamp her teeth onto the bears hind leg, aiming for tendons. Ripping and clamping back down, she held fast awaiting heavy paws to land upon her.
OOC- Done, sorry about the lame ending!
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Post by Drathlic on Jul 23, 2009 15:13:27 GMT -5
The reek increased dramatically within a mere second and caused the beta to start and flash his fangs in instant fear. Glowing orbs hovered in the darkness before them, swaying back and forth before finally entering the outside world and fading to black in one swift transformation. The grizzly was enormous, and not only that he was short tempered and threatened by the pack of varg which stood before him. A thick shaggy pelt covered his heaving form and was able to hide his emaciated body beneath – he was hungry and in dire need of some weight gain, stumbling across a potential threat such as List did not put him in a great mood for conversation. Reacting on instinct, the pack bristled and Gryffin rose to defend her family. Drathlic’s lips remained curled as he fought the battle inside his head between flight and fight. He was a coward, the only combat he’d endured previous to this sun was with the First of the Balkar, and he had not come out on top. The ruddy mann knew where he stood amongst varg, but against a lera such as this he knew that survival was not high on the list of options. The pack should fly from the beast, not stand and fight!
Ayame was the first to react physically; snarling at her pack members to retreat she threw herself upon the bear and began to attack ferociously. As was to be predicted, the brute reacted against her and she was swiftly thrown aside with one slash of his enormous paw. Drathlic stammered forward, his brain telling him to move in the opposite direction whilst his compassion towards a friend told him to move forward. What was she doing thinking she could hold him off all on her own? She was too young for this kind of combat against a creature so large. Just as Drathlic began to think twice about joining her, a ghostly figure came to form in the background. Cyan eyes flashed open wide as pupils dilated in terror. ”Silent...” the words were whispered and barely audible to those standing at his side. What was she doing here? Where had she gone? Why was that madness now masking her beautiful golden eyes?
Before any questions were answered his love – correction, the love he was forced to deny – leapt at the now furious grizzly and sunk her teeth into the tendons of his hind leg. A roar of pain now erupted from the beast as another hit was thrown in by Ayame on her race back to attack. Drathlic’s mind suddenly became clouded with fury and rage as he watched the two faemme risk their lives to save the pack from something that wasn’t worth fighting. He could no longer run with fear of what intentions others might have, to constantly worry about whether his family, friends and loved ones were ever to be safe from harm’s way. Drathlic was, and forever would be a sikla. What was he standing by his Drappa’s side holding the title of Beta for? It was a sham, totally shaming the name of List. And here his lovely Silent who had hidden her muzzle from the pack for moons on end was attacking a grizzly bear in defence for them! With a mixed act of sheer stupidity and rage the ruddy mann coiled his legs before springing forward towards the battle scene. With all his force he crashed into the side of Ayame and aimed to knock her off the brute before aiming his jaws for the scruff of Silent’s neck. Biting down with enough force to prevent his jaws from slipping and yet softly enough not to puncture her skin, Drathlic swung his head to the side aspiring to remove her from the bear’s flesh and throw her out of harm’s way. In that moment a colossal set of claws swiped at his rump and gouged deep gashes into his haunches.
Letting go of the silver faemme he yelped aloud in shock and pain, yet it only lasted a moment before he turned swiftly back to face the beast and snarl savagely in the face of his opponent. The bear’s attention was suddenly turned on him and the stench of Drathlic’s opposing testosterone caused his nostril’s to flare and sneeze out the reek. Shifting his enormous bulk the ogre made an advance on the beta mann of List, bellowing out his wrath and allowing his spittle to fly from his gaping jaws and land of Drathlic’s muzzle. Taking a step back, the mann suddenly struck an idea in the back of his mind before turning and fleeing into the castle, knowing that the bear was in hot pursuit with the thunderous ruckus that was sending tremors through the cobbled stones beneath his racing paws. Aiming for the first flight of stairs that caught his sight he flew up them, stopping for a mere second to turn and check that he was being crushing flaw of yet another followed. In the instant that he caught sight of those glowing orbs he ran onwards to avoid the swing from his opponent’s forepaw.
Within what felt like only seconds, the beta flew out of the opening and landed upon the roof of the Stone Den, the rain welcoming him into the open with a battering force against his muzzle. Running towards the edge he swung his muzzle from side to side, ridding his cyan eyes of the water which continued to fall from the sky. Within the split second of distraction the bear had gained an advance on his quarry and took that swipe he had so sorely missed on the stairway. Thrown against the wall like a piece of rotting meat, the air rushed from Drathlic’s lungs in a whoosh and he was left gasping on the cold stones. A deep growl and hot breathe ran over his neck as the beast stood above him now, making check of his next move on the winded varg. A slight whine escaped the ruddy beta’s chest as air seeped back into his lungs, the reality of the situation hitting him as hard as the long clawed paw of his adversary. He had wasted his time...but at the very least he had saved two members of his pack from further harm and dutifully acted out the role of his beta position. The only thing he would lose...was his life.
With one last great effort, he gathered his legs beneath his form and kicked off upright, twisting his body in such a fashion that his powerful jaws latched onto the thick throat of the bear that stood above him. In a reaction of shock it rose swiftly upwards and lost balance on its hind legs whilst Drathlic used his body and head to pull the bear back towards the edge of the wall, knocking it hard on the hip and causing the weight on top to drag it down and over the side. Letting go instantly, Drathlic tumbled in the air as he descended, catching a glimpse of sudden terror and fear in the eyes of his foe who only minutes before had been an enormous ball of rage and malice. The thought suddenly entered his mind So you’re just like me...you do have emotions that run deeper... and with this realisation he knew that with the lack of communication nothing would have saved what was about to follow...it all happened a little too late. The river below, which once acted as a sort of moat for the castle, was running swift with the onslaught of rain which ceased to ease up. The water hit him hard and cold head first as the rest of his body plummeted with it and was dragged down and under by the rushing currents. Alongside him the bear crashed headfirst into the bank and snapped its neck clean in two; claiming the life of a creature so large and previously so feared the river licked and tasted the body until it reached an outcrop of roots and was beached upon them like a bloated whale carcass on a beach. Yet for Drathlic there was so such ending...no clean death and merry settlement amongst the roots and debris. He was very much unconscious and now floating half a mile down the river and being taken on a course he knew not. Water began to fill his lungs and stomach...his mind blackened by the events that had followed...memories seeping into the rushing liquid that surrounded his limp body...what was to become of the lost Beta of List?
(sorry for the ending...sorry for the slight god-moding...but this had to come...fair thee well List)
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Post by Gryffin on Jul 24, 2009 12:24:16 GMT -5
For once fear seeped into the Tri hued drappa's quick footed body. But the bloodlust from their earlier rendezvous was still alive and kicking in her. The internal battle of fight or flight was coursing through her body. But it was settled when Ayame's roar echoed in her crimson auds. Gryffin snarled. She was the drappa, if anyone were to be the first to protect the pack, it would be her. Though Ayame's words were heroic and respectable, Gryffin found herself in a trench. The need to prove why she herself were the drappa.
With a snarl she roared. "You will do no such thing by yourself!" Was it because she cared for the midnight whisper? Was it to prove her rank? If one knew Gryffin better than herself, they would have said it was the latter. Even the merciless bitch's heartstrungs still strung a rhythm of care and heartfulness.
With a snarl the tri-hued drappa streaked forwards, her lightweight body and lithe form propelling her as she latched onto the grizzly's shoulder. Her weight hulling the beast down toward her. Emerald eyes flashed as the bear's great arm swung her away. As if she were a mere tick, latching onto the great bodice but only being flung away with ease in a matter of seconds.
Gryffin yelped hitting the ground hard. Her mouth was filled with sweet blood and bitter,musky bear fur. Spitting it out she aimed once more before launching herself. But in a matter of split seconds a silver streak sped past her. Gryffin double looked, it had caught her off guard, emerald eyes growing wide. It was as if a heavenly spectre had flashed before them. But there was no doubt, this was no spiritual form. It was a living breathing varg.
Gryffin's lost attention paid for her dearly, and the bear easily struck her away. Grunting she felt her side hit the cold, humid walls. Sides heaving as she coughed. Yet her eyes were locked onto one form only. The silver faemme that grasped the bear with the ferocity of a million hellion beasts. Gryffin's heart pounded, it was Silent. The daughter she had howled to the stars the story of how she was forever lost. The very silver illusion that she had directed a fraction of her hate to Ayame for.
But she was stronger than that. Her father had taught her how emotions clouded the mind. Emerald eyes clouded, hiding the tenderness before. The bloodlust was back in her. But pain thundered in Gryffin's front right leg. It was sprained. She snarled as she streaked forward on tri-pods. Before she could think of the next move, Drathlic and the bear had danced their way to the top of the stone den.
Gryffin gasped as she heard yelps and grunts. The mann was no match for the bear alone. Looking about her packmates she ran, her three legs moving her toward the fray. At the top she surveyed the scene quickly. It was too dangerous... List would need to flee. "Drathlic!" Gryffin called, but it was useless. She watched the slumped form rise. The rain slapped her, her voice lost in its torrential waters.
In a flash the ruddy mann had leapt. Gryffin watched in fear as the bear rose. His large feet stepping backwards as the weight and surprise of the attack had knocked all sense out of him. Gryffin bellowed, her feet racing her across the slippery roof. Jaws opened as she tried to grab hold of the ruddy mans back legs, but she was an inch and a second too late.
Fear rose in her heart like fire as she watched the bear and her beta plummet to the death below. Gryffin could her hear heart beating like a wild drum, echoing in her ears. She almost couldn't hear her own voice as the rain tormented her "Drathlic!" She called... Her voice would not bring him back.
Emerald eyes searched, where had he fallen? She was too far up to see the river was beginning to splatter with blood. Too far up to see the male had been swept away in the rivers torrents. Though she saw the now small form of the bear, lifeless... and if she could dare say, no more a threat than a tame butterfly.
Death by water. A varg's greatest fear... that is if the impact itself had not killed him right away.
With a tormented howl Gryffin swung her head away, turning back to her packmates, the painful sting in her right paw seemed miniscule compared to the sting to her heart...
The Drappa sang... as she danced through the castle toward the theatre by the river...
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