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Post by Tarkah on Jun 26, 2009 17:30:13 GMT -5
"Smile for me doll, cause that's all I'm gonna remeber"
The summer swelter drew on like the wench it was. The blistering sun shining mercilessly down upon the land. One would think the rains would never fall, and yet brewing upon the horizon was just that. Small wispy clouds. Anyone with the right mind would hope for those clouds to whisk their way and form rainclouds that would replenish the land of its thirst.
The air was hot and humid, sticky and musky. And nothing but rain was going to change that. But luckily for the lera, the river still flowed elegantly on. The prospect of a drought was forgotten as a water source was freely found. Though of course it's water had drained immensely, and much of the bank was uncovered.
From the shade a white form padded forward. It's lengthy coat swaying as it moved toward the banks. It was a large wolf, with eyes as golden as the sun and ears as black as night, though the rest of its bodice was flush with ivory. Though if one looked closely enough they could see slight splinters of grey and yellow forming on the varg's muzzle.
The Drappa lifted her head, as if her age were timeless. The great monarch was ending her days of prime and her aging would become evident, though for now hidden. But it was also tricky to say, that with aging had come a magnificent air about the white female. As if age itself had given her a monarch appeal. her head was held high as if balancing a jeweled crown atop it, and fear never evident in her eyes. The youthful vim and verve could still be seen if one looked closely, though on the outside all that could be seen were wisdom and understanding.
Tarkah stepped up to the bank, her head dipping elegantly as she lapped up the cool refreshing waters. The sun sweltering hot had done a nice job of heating up the water's surface. But the Drappa paid no mind.
The wind rustled, and Tarkah lifted her gaze. Golden hues pinpointing to a thicket to the right. Hackles tickled as she starred into its dappled shadows. From within she could spy a large black form. Elegant yet rough all at once. At an instant her eyes locked on with lush poisonous green eyes that shone in the dim light.
Tarkah felt a pang rumble in her heart...
Welcome all... to a never ending story
[sorry its rather suckish! i'm so out of the loop]
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Post by † Demon † on Jun 26, 2009 19:12:47 GMT -5
That's a good post m'dear. I liked it :]
The trees were sweating. Or at least that's how it appeared to the ebony femme who sat quietly in the shadows of one of the forests many thickets. The summer heat pummeled the land without mercy, the midday sun as bright as the eyes of Tor herself.
Demon had took shelter in the shade for some time now. The sun had barely peaked over the mountains when she had entered the river's terrain. After some slumber, and a few bad dreams, the she-wolf had awoken to the rustle of paws and the scent of a familiar face. Stirring slowly, her green orbs adjusted to the light of the day, first only seeing a shadow of the figure by the waters edge, but detail slowly seeping in.
Growling from the depths of her stomach, her lips twisted into a grim smile. Memories had torn through the barriers of her mind, leaking out as those she could see them happening all over again. You know me... Her eyes fell into slits, no bigger than a needle. Pulling herself to a stand, her tail rose and fell at a steady beat. I know you...
Walking forward, keeping watch on the white femme that stood by the banks of the river, she watched every memory play out in her mind like a storybook, or a film that never ended. Some of it hurt, some of it healed, but none of it triggered the name of the creature she walked toward now. Who are you?
Halting, the summer's heat slammed into her like a truck on the motorway. Her black coat absorbed every part of the suns rays, and the temptation to drink hit her every so quickly. Changing route, she lapped up the cool liquid, allowing it to trickle slowly down her throat, curing the momentary dehydration, and refresh her soul.
"You're..." she paused. Her thoughts rang through each wrinkle of her mind, never pausing. It was painful. Damn you... Green optics fell across the white form of the femme she knew but couldn't place. The muscles of the she-wolf matched her own, their strength equal physically. Mentally, well, Demon had her doubts. But as her eyes fell upon the eyes of the white wolf, Demon felt as though she would have a heart attack.
"Tarkah!" The black bitch almost leapt on top of white femme. Her heart felt like a million fireworks were going off at once. "Is it really you? How long has it been? ... You look terrific." Demon's words were rushed and blended together, excitement lingered in her tone. Her once confused slits now sparkled with joy, her auds atop her crown waiting for the white female to speak. It had been suns since she had seen or heard anything about her childhood friend; her best friend in fact. Demon had presumed her dead, but as it appeared so now, that was only in her heart. Welcome home...
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Post by Tarkah on Jul 2, 2009 23:14:16 GMT -5
The green faded away to nothing more than silent memories. The white drappa turned away from the thicket to rest her eyes upon a quarreling couple of jays. Their wings flapping breathlessly as their beaks jousted. Loud echos of caws were coming from the voilet and indigo birds and yet the black and the green sank back in the pit of the monarch's stomach. Something like poison... rich yet fulfilling in some way.
Ignore it. It will pass. Smart thinking told her that. But as swift as the haze on that hot summer day Tarkah's hackles rose as she was met with an ebon bodice. A sleek marionette had made her way through the jungled haze to the river's edge. A growl grew at the pit of the bitch's stomach, until she remembered this was not her territory. Open land where she would not be able to fend off another for her right. Then again, with a river this vast, for now it would be the heart and soul of the panting forest.
Golden eyes locked on that raven form, and the white fae couldn't help but feel another pang to her heart. Loneliness and sadness. Could it be that? She knew well how both felt. The raven pelted varg reminded her greatly of another, she once knew. She knew nothing of her after her trek to the Vale of Shadows. The ivory drappa figured she had vanished into the Vales, where it be death or eternal glory, Tarkah knew not.
She watched the varg lap up the precious water for a few more seconds before closing her eyes slowly and retreating with a deep sigh. Head turned, followed by her body and slowly she began to trek back toward her homeland.
A small voice rang over her shoulders. Was she imagining it? Tarkah stopped to wonder. Was it that black she wolf that had spoke? Looking over her shoulder once more she found her eyes suddenly locked with those of vivid green. They were poisonous, as dangerous as lightning and as mystical and beautiful all at the same time. And Tarkah could feel her gaze stabbing right into her own sunflower gold hues as well. Something made Tarkah's heart stop, sending a shiver running swift down her spine. No...it can't be.. can it?
And then she fell, like a glass jar falling high from its zenith and shattering into a million pieces as it hit the ground. But within it sored a new life, something more pure and beautiful than the vase which held it. She had called her name...
"Demon?" her voice came but with only a hardly audible whisper. It happened in a rush. All at once the black form was almost upon her, and she knew not at first how to respond to this great swell of emotion. An emotion much greater than excitement or happiness, oh how she could not explain what it was!
But all at once she found her voice, eyes blazing as they lit up, taking the full she varg in all at once, "Demon! but your alive! Is it really you? The she varg blubbered. "It is, its me Tarkah. Oh sister it has been ages!.. you don't look a day out from when i last saw you"
Though it was true both she vargs had grown old, much different from when they first met as naive pups and when they first made their pact of sisterhood. Now they had both grown, seen far greater hardships and faced far greater losses than any varg could recount. Far better they had faced it together, and had fought side by side since the age of dawn.
Some silly pup lurking in the meadows beyond that may witness this reviving of sisterhood and journey may call this a mere meeting of two old grannies. But for the jays and the more informed, this was a meeting to revive again what was old, and to seek all that will be new.
It was a meeting of when everything that was ancient turns anew.
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Post by † Demon † on Jul 3, 2009 18:57:21 GMT -5
Great post :] <3 ...as for mine; ugh!
A great wave washed over the ebony female; a release from her pain, her hurt; her hatred. A smile rose on dark lips, eyes sparkling with some twisted sense of joy. Her scar wrinkled itself over her eye, the only real reminder of the days that Frecne lay in jeopardy. Demon was the reminder. She was Kanis' last living relative - even though, by blood, there was no relation at all.
Tassel shaking madly, tongue lolled outward as the female panted in the heat, and with the excitement of the moment, Tarkah's words rang clear in her auds, and rattled her mind. She was peaceful. "Yes Tarkah, my dear sister - it is I, Demon." She paused, listening to the joyful bird song which had just begun. It stunned Demon momentarily; it was beautiful. As was this situation. She smiled at the white wolf, wanting to smother her in licks and (much like they did as cubs) play-fight and tumble. Maybe soon.
Yes, Demon had aged; but it didn't show bar the slight graying of her fur. She still resembled her old self, except maybe slightly thinner from the days as a kerl, and the litters she had birthed. Yet, the eyes were the same poison green, her coat still shone like midnight skies, and her scars still glistened like freshly made cuts. She was beautiful; beautifully mad. "You look well; healthy. How is Koran? What is this news I hear about war?" Demon paused, a growl suddenly erupting in her throat as she spoke; "the Balkar?" Her hatred was clear as the sun in the sky; she despised the male pack with a passion; she would tear each one limb from limb given the chance. The only one she ever held some kind of respect for was Tamra - and he was long gone. She snarled bitterly at the memories. It hurts... "Why has this happened? What caused such a threat to Koran? You're the loveliest varg I know; a heart of pure gold. Who caused this? I'll tear their throats out..."Though they had not seen each other in a long, long time; Demon's protectiveness over her younger sister still rang out without a falter. Her tone was thick and rusty; a growl yet soft in direction to Tarkah. She eyed the white wolf carefully, taking in every detail of her form and admiring her aging beauty. She's magnificent. And finally, one more time, Demon let love back into her heart. The links to your avatar and signature dude: 01. avatar 02. signature[/size][/color]
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Post by Tarkah on Jul 6, 2009 22:45:05 GMT -5
Happiness flooded over the ivory coated varg. The corner's of her lips erupting in spasms of motion, lifting the corners high into upturned smiles. For a moment everything was happy again, every remembrance of grief swiped away in seconds. It was as if they were flung back into the days of pupihood, where each day consisted of trouble causing and frolicking. But now the femme had seen and done much more. Some days even seemed to be filled with responsibility, knowledge and leadership. Something no pup would have ever even thought of.
Tassel wagged feverishly as words poured out from the black femme's maw. So many questions, so much to tell her. But the thought of the war slapped Tarkah square in the jaw. It brought reality back with the pain and the long forgotten feeling of joyful pupihood and care-free days were over. Just like that.
Tarkah's face fell slightly, the talk of war was heavy on the air. The Balkar cared not the rumors. Koran was once again fresh with young wolves, wolves Tarkah did not know should be facing such combat at this time of age. Though Demon's attitude toward the whole situation brought a smile back to her lips. Her optimism had never changed.
Tongue snapped, " Oh Demon where to start?" Tarkahs eyes fell to the ground. "You remember Kadin yes? That silly old black pup that played around with Phantom and Snow and Bryrpaw all the time? The one that was awkwardly large? And remember how he grew up to be a fine Dragga?" Tarkah's voice sang, her story playing like an old black and white film in her mind. She remembered how she could tell the black pup would grow to be a fine dragga, and how he had fell for her adoptive daughter, and how she knew they would day learn and grow to be fine alpha types.
Tarkah looked up at her sister, "It was the time where you had left for Dreogan, and after that had left for the Vale. Seasons had passed and the war we had on List had weakened us greatly. Our pack numbers were falling greatly, It was time for a new rise. Phantom and Kadin stepped up, though I worked to be a sit in advisor" Tarkah chuckled, her eyes wrinkling in the sunlight.
"They got him sister, they killed him. Them nighthunters killed that black pup! Kadin, Dragga of Koran was murdered" The words spoken was left dry and the drappa felt her voice crackle.
Tarkah lifted her golden eyes to meet her sister's emerald green. She sighed, smiling now. For now she felt safe again, with her sister here she knew anything was possible. Perhaps it was just the feeling it brought. But she felt that no matter what the duo would be able to conquer anything, even pathetic males with too much testosterone to live with any remote sense.
For now Tarkah felt young again. With her sister here, she was no longer the frail aging drappa of Koran. Tarkah felt as if she was reborn.
[[yay thats for the beautiful avie and banner!! P.S sorry for the spelling and grammar errors! I was in a hurry ^^;]]
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Post by † Demon † on Jul 7, 2009 10:04:44 GMT -5
The ebony femme's head fell at these words; she whimpered quietly, in some twisted mark of respect. This news confused her; she had committed murder before, accidentally, and on purpose. Yet this was different; it was Tarkah's family that had been hurt this time, and that made her angry. A bitter snarl left her jaws; she wanted to smite every one of those wretched males. She wanted revenge.
"I'm sorry Tarkah," It was about the only thing the wolf could muster. Her eyes looked back toward her sister, and she gave her best it'll-be-OK smile. "If I had been here," she paused; would it have really helped if she had stayed? Back then she had a litter, a mate, a pack; could she have really been there for Tarkah and Koran? She had her doubts; but she continued anyway. "Maybe I could have done something to prevent this? They hate me... I could have provided a distraction."
Deep down Demon knew that the Balkar's minds were like concrete; once set it never changed; well, unless someone attacked it like a pickax and a man with a hard-hat. That was unlikely. She sighed. She just hoped her words brought light back into Tarkah's life; it was true that she was now one of the only vargs Demon cared about - and as much as she wanted to open up to the white wolf, she was unsure how the drappa would react to news of murder, deceit and madness. Even if she had seen Demon through almost everything.
"I will stand by you in battle dear sister; I will fight by your side." She smiled warmly; it was real this time. Her tassel flickered lightly, brushing the dust on the ground. A small cloud formed and faded. The female barely noticed the heat; there was too much to catch up on. Tarkah always made her problems disappear. "You can count on me, Tarkah." Demon just hoped Tarkah didn't ask about her litter, her troubles. Nocturnia Diiore.
Terrible post; just can't get into the 'Demon zone' today, heh.
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Post by Tarkah on Jul 7, 2009 22:00:26 GMT -5
Anger, loathe and fear all washed over Tarkah at once. Her lips twitched with fervent anger. Fur bristled and she hungered at the thought of balkar blood on her teeth. For far too long have the balkar and their little mini cheerleaders brought grief on her. She remembered the menace they brought even in her days as a Ge-rad varg
And then the menace they brought in the form of List. Tarkah licked her chops savagely. She remembered when the war faded. It had ended only because both packs had been injured greatly, and with List being much more weaker than Koran had been had fled to recover before their next assault. But before it had happened their Fire Drappa Bila had brought herself back to the Koran lands and challenged the ivory drappa to a battle. The two drappas fell at each other head on. Both were similar yet so different. Both had had mates and cubs, that have left and died and both were lone Drappas to their packs. Leading without the need or help of any male.
But of course one would always have had to fall to the jaws of death in a battle for life. And since the ivory Drappa was standing before the raven demon it was clear to say who had won the battle. Tarkah's golden eyes blazed. She had killed the drappa Bila that stormy winter. She remembered how her dark sister had come to collect her body. Her sorrow almost made Tarkah regret her doings, feel guilty. But now she felt nothing more and nothing less. Good riddance. Tarkah gruffed. and she'd do it again if any more of their scum would cross her path.
She turned her view back to Demon, "When the time comes Demon. but for now we wait." She closed her eyes for a brief moment. Koran would need to rally. They would need to be more of a pack than ever before. They must reunite under one sky and for one family.
Golden eyes blinked once more "But enough of me... Sister what of you? What has happened? Tell me. It seems I have disappeared from so many chapters of your life... you must have much to tell. Tarkah inquired. She was eager, excited and curious all the same.
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Post by † Demon † on Jul 8, 2009 12:01:15 GMT -5
Like a punch to the jaw, her sister spoke the words she had hoped she'd never hear. As the white varg questioned Demon's whereabouts, her past, her life, the black femme's body began to quiver. It was hard for Demon to lie to her sister; Tarkah was one of her only weaknesses, and though it was a rare thing, she sometimes wished that this weakness would fade.
A snarl jumped from her throat; the memories of her moons away from the valley haunted her even greater than her nightmares. Gazing at the white varg, Demon's orbs glazed over; distance, thoughtful. Her hackles rose slightly, muscles tensed. The female sighed slowly, her maw opening and closing. She wanted to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. Tears lined her emerald eyes; the guilt was eating her insides, and now Tarkah had awoken the beast to its full potential.
"Tarkah," she breathed slowly, as though exhaling cigarette smoke and not enjoying the taste. "Dear sister..." She paused, this was one of the most difficult things she had ever faced; telling her closest companion of the murder of her family, and the reasons why. She had gone with Fantome for just one night; a night of loneliness and anger at her mate, Nocturnia. That crime had paid dearly with the birth of Nocturnia's cubs. Fantome had left his seed within that litter - one cub, unnamed and murdered - had sprouted a seed of guilt in her disturbed mind. At the eve of battle between Dreogan and Balkar, Demon had left with her litter and killed them all. She had then traveled for moons on end, running from her crimes and hoping to pass on to the next world - yet she hadn't. She was here now, facing those demons all over again. She was back in hell; had she ever left it?
"I have sinned." Her gaze fell to the floor, droplets spilling from her eyes and to the floor. "I committed murder." It was blunt and sharp; her eyes fell shut; she saw their faces in her mind, those cubs - barely a few weeks old. She recalled how she'd slit their throats and buried them in an unmarked grave near the humans campsite to the east. She coughed slightly; holding back a flood of tears. "They're dead[/b], Tarkah." [/color]Dead and buried.[/i]
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