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Post by boreas on Apr 26, 2009 14:46:11 GMT -5
Boreas the Destroyer [/b] [/color] [/size] Settling into an easy lope, the grey wolf angled his way across the meadow, their tail, thinly coated like the rest of their body, was held gracefully over their back in a rather prideful position. The grey wolf, a male, was not overly large nor bulky, but slender and wiry, as though built for running instead of face to face combat. Not all wolves could be giant brutes built for battle, but where he lacked in brute strength, he made up for in wit. He was a cunning creature with a twisted sense of humor, taking pleasure in allowing others to believe the best in him and then proving to them that they were far from correct in their conclusions about him. He took joy in making others feel less then dirt and stirring up feelings of inadequacy and confusion. The wolf’s coat was just as the name of his species suggested, was grey, fanning from black to dark grey and then light along his sides and haunches blending nicely into silver and white along his underside and legs.
Pausing briefly, the male stood silently, ears alert and his startling pumpkin colored eyes scanning quickly over the grasses which were still tingled with the familiar drab shades of brown and copper, however among those dead and crumpling grass stalks where shorter, green ones, hinting to the life that was beginning to carpet the area. Narrowing his eyes, he strained his eyes in an attempt to pick up any distant movement or shapes, but there was nothing. With a soft snort, he twisted his body away and set his pace at a slow walk, climbing the gentle slope of the meadow to the tree line where he sat heavily, lowering the rest of his body to the ground, but keeping his head upright to watch the meadow, though his thoughts were elsewhere.
The male gave another snort, lowering his head and pulling his ears back, his mind now no longer working solely on plans to keep himself alive now wandered back to memories of his past; memories he had tried so desperately to forget. Unfortunately, no matter what he did, the images still plagued him and he suffered nightly the same dream over and over again, his father hovering above him, his face stricken and his eyes pained. He could almost feel his father’s jaws clamping down upon his scruff, though no pain followed—as he had expected. He was lifted from the earth, away from the warmth of his mother and siblings and carried with care out into the rain, lightening flashing over head, lighting up the sky and surrounding area only briefly, followed by a horrible clash of thunder. Despite the closeness of his father he had felt an overwhelming sense of fear—why had his father looked at him that way? Why was he removed from the comfort of his mother and siblings? It had seemed like forever that his father had carried him, the rain having finally passed, yet it still remained dark.
Boreas shook his head, yanking his mind from the past and growling softly. Such memories, he felt, where a sign of weakness—something that needed to be purged from the mind and soul. He hated himself for such feelings and memories. Lifting himself from the ground, shaking to free the debris that clung to his coat, he moved away from his spot, setting into a restless pace, moving back and forth along the tree line, casting a dark, hateful glance towards the meadow. As he swung around to make another pass along the trees, he paused, bright eyes catching sight of a scraggly hare emerging from the brush of the trees to fill its empty belly full of the new sprouts growing within the meadow. He felt his muscles tense at the closeness of the creature and eased forwards, licking his jaws in anticipation of a meal. He could already taste the blood, the fresh meat fresh from the fragile bones of the prey. He lowered his body, carefully placing one paw before the other, pausing each time the creature stood to scan its surroundings. It was obvious that it felt safe, having not yet caught a whiff of his scent. When it settled back to its nibbling, Boreas went in for the kill, springing forwards and advancing at an incredible rate. The hare, seeing him at the last moment, made to flee, but as he twisted, Boreas fell upon him, jaws closing viciously around the thin creature and lifting it from the ground in a violent jerk. He shook his head several times, snapping the back of the hare and, satisfied, he let it fall to the earth at his feet. Licking his jaws once again, he turned his gaze down at the kill, wrinkling his nose slightly. Lifting a paw, he placed it on the head of the dead creature, lowering his muzzle to pull some of the fur free –he hated fur in his mouth.
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Post by Koiji. ♫ on Apr 28, 2009 15:57:27 GMT -5
O o C ; Be warned for rustiness Hopefully this post's not too bad xD Spring was well and truly in the lands of Transylvania now, flowers blossoming, birds chirruping... It was almost as if winter had never been. The sun was lingering in the sky, producing dappled patterns on the floor of the forests that surrounded the Meadow. Nothing much was stirring in the woods, all the animals seemed to be cautiously stepping out into the open, looking for food and something to refresh themselves. Through the shady trees stepped an elegant white figure, traveling at a leisurely pace through the undergrowth barely making a sound. Koiji hadn't been seen much in these parts for a long time, and it was only now the more summery months had set in that she had re-appeared. The Fae sighed as she made her way through the woodland, she'd been so cut off from others for the past few months... It was kinda her fault that she'd gone on a long scouting journey, but at the time, it had seemed like a good idea.
The sunlight dappled Koiji's coat as she walked, creating little patches of blinding white that moved as she did. The yearling smiled to herself as she entered the familiar surroundings, she hadn't been here in a while... As she neared the gap in the trees that led to the Meadow, she stopped cautiously before stepping out into the open. Quickly scenting the air told her that there wasn't anyone about at the moment. Putting one paw in front of the other, she made her way out of the trees and into the open.
She didn't really have a destination in mind, but seeing as she was at the Meadow, she was going to stop off at the creek for a drink. The flowers that had recently bloomed were dancing in the spring wind, the colours all blurring slightly as the mingled in the breeze. Her sooty paws picked a careful route out through the flowers so not to ruin them. As she arrived at the creek, she saw some smaller animals playing in the long grass for a moment they didn't seem to realize that she was there, and that suited her. She hadn't long eaten so for now they were safe. She dropped her head to drink and then looked up again, icy blue orbs connecting with the smaller, wide eyes of the rabbits. They froze in fear, and the wolf laughed gently. "Don't worry little lera, I'm not hungry." She didn't know that there were others in the area that were, and whom were looking for a meal. She lay down in the grass and stretched out, yawning lazily and baring her pointy ivory fangs. The weather was so nice, she decided that she would sleep for a while, and within no time at all, the she-wolf had dozed off.
She wasn't aware of the big Mann who was headed her way. Thankfully he hadn't scented her, and as she dreamed he went about his business. When she awoke, not long after she had dozed off, the first thing that hit her black lined auds was a loud growling. Groggily, she lifted her head a tiny bit, looking for the owner of the deep rumbling growl. Her blue orbs flickered around the scene and clocked the Mann. He was devouring a something. She looked away again. She wondered if he'd scented her, but knew that probably he'd have come over. But then again, maybe not... She stretched out whist on her side again and rose to her feet, pondering afterwards if this really was a good idea. She'd met a terrible Mann named Genocide when she was little more than a whelp and he'd traumatized her. Now he was nothing but a nightmare from her childhood, she'd met him recently and came out of it feeling slightly shaken again, but proud of herself for standing up to him for once. What happened if he was like Gen? Or worse, what happened if he was in an enemy pack of Deor? That'd happened before too. Being chucked down a hill by a member of List all because of a feud between the two packs, and her adoptive mother Silve had had to watch her tumble to what could have possibly been her death. She survived, but had a horrid scar to prove for it. Shaking herself to get rid of the daydreams of her past, she stared into the distance at the Mann, knowing now he'd noticed her. [/blockquote]
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Post by boreas on May 1, 2009 16:22:57 GMT -5
ooc: OOh no! You're not rusty at all. Your posts are excellent. Oh and don't mind Boreas. He's a jerk. xD Boreas the Destroyer The wind had shifted, bringing to the male’s nose the sweet, unmistakable aroma of female, forcing his head up, away from the kill at his paws. His silvery muzzle was lightly stained with the fresh blood of the rabbit while a stringy sliver of meat hung from his closed jaws. His strangely bright pumpkin colored eyes narrowed and his dark colored ears flicked forwards trying to pick up any sounds. The scent was strong and it made Boreas angry that he had missed it. Just as he was about to gather up the remainder of his meal, the female stood from the grasses just a short distance away. He tossed his head back, finishing off the sliver that had been hanging from his jaws and then returned his empty gaze back to the she-wolf. If she was here for his kill than she was in for a big surprise. His mood had gone south ever since his previous encounters and he was not up for another mind numbing conversation with a female. The first female had been a laughing stock—weak, cowering – it had been downright sickening. The next time around had been a two females—both thinking themselves something special. Wolfbane’s daughter one of them had said. Then there had been youngster that had shown up and then some thick headed, pea-brained brute. And then finally, the female in that strange clearing. She had claimed it to be her’s and Boreas had found that irritating.
Apparently, it was just not his destiny to have a moment of peace—well if she made an attempt to steal her kill or well, harass him in any way, he would find himself with a much larger meal. He was not above devouring one of his own kind. After all, why would he left a perfectly good kill go to waste? His eyes narrowed, taking in the strange looks of the she-wolf. The most noticeable thing where her eyes. His lips pulled back to flash a glimpse of his currently blood stained ivories to make sure she got the hint. However, to enforce his warning, he stepped forwards, standing over what little remained of the hare. She had made no move to speak and so he broke the silence, his soft, raspy voice flowing out smoothly. “You are treading on thin ice, my dear. You should know it is unwise to approach another without first alerting them to your presence, especially when the other is feasting. You are lucky that the hare has satisfied my hunger. However, if you are hear for a meal, look elsewhere. You won’t get any scraps here.” He spoke softly and if it hadn’t been for the threatening words, he would have sounded almost friendly and approachable.
Boreas, feeling that his threat had been made clear, offered the she-wolf a pleasant smile. “Now that things are in order, allow me to introduce myself, He gave a graceful bow, his nose nearly touching the ground while his empty pumpkin eyes stared up at the female’s face. I am Boreas, a wolf from a place you probably have never heard about, but that is far from importance. You, my dear, should learn your manners. I fear that if I were something evil, then perhaps you wouldn’t be standing here.” He laughed, apparently good naturedly, turning his attention briefly down towards the hare. He eyed it hungrily, licking the remnants of blood and flesh from his jaws, savoring every lick. How he wished his meal hadn’t been interrupted, however, there was no point in dwelling on it. Soon, she would leave, or at least he hoped—if she didn’t he’d be force to become violent and he was in no mood for it.
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Post by Arthfael on May 2, 2009 10:22:26 GMT -5
((I hope you don't mind another guest))
The gusty winds that had plagued his furs were only now begining to fade, oddly enough, just as he entered a lush meadow, filled with life. Both Lera and Varg, as he was soon to discover. For now he was gazing ahead of him, eyes sweeping the horizons in the military fashion that was merely second nature to him. Every inch of his unnaturally large body was engaged in the steady trot he used, and one could see the rippling strength that graced his young body. Although he loathed his need to keep moving, he found it of the utmost importance that he find himself a pack, and soon. The only way to discover that which he was seeking was to move, into the unknown. Although it was spring and he had undergone the shedding of the majority of his thick undercoat, Arthfael's coat was still quite thick, as he was from the harsh northern lands, where a mild autumn snowstorm had been know to freeze a bird on the wing. He was quite content in the current slight chill of mid-spring. That night, he promised himself, he would find a cool, dark cave and sleep in comfort. For now, it was onward.
It was about then that the strangely colored mann stumbled upon a small creek, and he lowered his head eagerly to drink the cool waters. He found himself shocked to see his own reflection in the tiny swirls and eddies. Once again he found himself wondering if it was Rian looking back at him. He noticed now how his once puppy-ish looks had faded, and though he was little more than a year old, he now looked a distinguished adult. Although few scars mottled his body, he was an experienced fighter and was second to none where he was from. The coloring of his body was thus: black over the back and shoulders and the top of his tail fading to silver along his sleek sides, ending in white on his undersides. "Oh, my dearest Rian," he murmured. "This is how you would look today, is it not?" Green orbs sparkled with near tears, although he held them back in an effort of sheer will. It was then that he realized he had made a tactical error. He had not checked he surroundings before stooping to drink, and what made him come to know this was a running of rabbits off behind him. They smelled of fear, which could only mean that there was danger.
Without wasting a moment he stood tall and scented the breeze. He was glad to know that he was downwind, which went a long way to suggest that he had not yet been detected by the male or the female. But since they were Varg, and a kill had been made, he would let them in on the secret soon enough. With expert skill and cunning Arthfael stalked forward through the waving fronds, and he managed to get close enough to hear how the furious male threatened the, till now, silent fae. It was after his introduction that Art had had enough and with a sudden growl burst from the grass into the sights of the two other Varg. He noted the white fae and stood taller, and angled his body as if to say that he would be on her side should a fight come. In a clear and gravelly bass he spoke. "It is unwise to threaten strangers, Boreas. You might find that you cannot carry them through." And with this he contridicted himself, for what he said was clearly a threat. His green eyes touched the gaze of the fae before he sat, unconcernedly and twitched his tail in blithe ignorance of the other male's hostility. "I am Arthfael, of the northern lands. My friends call me Art," he said with a roguish wink at the white female. "You, Boreas, may call me Arthfael." It was in his nature to enjoy a gentle teasing before the tension had risen too high, and now he sat, awaiting his welcoming, whether warm or cool.[/blockquote]
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Post by Koiji. ♫ on May 11, 2009 16:15:50 GMT -5
O o C ; Sorry for the wait =3 I'll be more prompt in future, promise GAH, it's a bit BLAH by the way xP & @ Boreas ; thank you! you're too kind Lol <3
It seemed like an eternity before the clearly agitated male actually spoke, and when he did, the small Fae was slightly shocked at the ferocity of his voice. It was common knowledge that wolves got protective of their food, but to threaten you with your life, because you were seen as a threat to your catch? She wondered what the point was. Her head was staring straight at him, although she was on the ground and facing a different direction. She wanted to say 'there's no need to be so touchy, I'm not hungry.' but she held her tongue. From experience, speaking your mind to a prospective cannibal was not a good idea. It often resulted in being chased/tormented/terrorized/threatened/almost eaten/escorted home and being told off. Something she wasn't keen to repeat again.
Koiji's icy blue hues narrowed as the Mann growled a warning. "Wouldn't dream of it, dear." She said, in a polite way, before scenting the air quickly. She smiled at his introduction, knowing that it probably wasn't best to agitate him - or make any sudden movements. She also had to stop herself from smiling, at his bow. It made her feel a lot more grand than what she would normally. It was as if she was a princess, and he was a servant boy... She'd never been bowed to before. "Nice to meet you, Boreas. I'm Koiji, a proud Deorian Scout." [/i] She responded, bowing her head slightly. She continued to listen as he told her of his origins, wondering who this Mann thought he was. Someone grand, no doubt. He spoke of how if he thought her a threat, she wouldn't be here now. She half heartedly thought 'I'd like to see him try', knowing that her scout's speed and fleetness would work to her advantage if it were to get ugly. Not that she was going to be cocky.
"Oh, I don't know, I'm from quite far afield myself. Try me." The scout replied. She wondered if the word jerk would apply to him, but asking Boreas this probably wouldn't end too well. Koiji leapt to her feet - seeing as she'd been lying on the floor up until a that moment she'd decided to get up - and shook out her pelt. When another voice entered the atmosphere, her interest piqued. Another Mann had walked up to where they were, and was addressing Boreas as if he was someone dangerous. Koiji believed he was of course, from what she'd seen of his temper, she wouldn't want to get caught on the wrong side of it. The icy white Fae smiled happily at the second Mann, who introduced himself as Arthfael. She nodded in his direction, and watched for the others' reaction to Art's speech, daring as it was. She was tempted to say something, but wasn't sure what would fit the situation.
A couple of moments passed as the silence lapped at their expense. Nothing was said, and in return, nothing was spoken. Koiji let out a sigh, and stepped toward the two wolves, looking from one to the other, but not looking them in the eye in-case she angered either of them. "So, what are two lovely guys like you doing out here today?" She asked lightly, trying to break the ice. To some, she might have seemed naive. To others, a little out of it. But in reality, the she-wolf was neither. She was just a very sociable character, who's naturally bubbly nature often shone through. She didn't like being mean to anyone, unless they either annoyed her, or hurt someone she loved. Koiji waited for them to speak, a nagging little thought in the back of her mind saying 'What if they kick off, what are you gonna do then. Huh?' [/blockquote]
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Post by boreas on May 12, 2009 14:45:17 GMT -5
ooc: Blah. O: Horrible post. And no, Art, haha, I wasn't talking about you in the thread. You're character is fine. I understand how what he said might have been taken the wrong way. Boreas the Destroyer If Boreas had been surprised by the sudden appearance of the male, he did not show it. He merely slid his gaze away from the she-wolf before him and settled his empty orange eyes upon the male. He silent assessed him and discovered that, just as the last male he had come face to face with, this male was simply a mouthy lug. He listened to the male’s words, yet dismissed them with a slight flick of his grey tail. He had wanted to laugh, finding the fact that the male was simply a hypocrite to be hilarious. It was apparently to Boreas that neither of them understood the idea of manners, yet the male was behaving as though Boreas, himself, was the issue. Did they not understand just how rude it was to walk upon someone feasting and to not introduce yourself and ask forgiveness for interrupting the meal? He wanted to snort, find their lack of manners to be simply barbaric and disgusting.
The brute’s name was of little importance to Boreas, finding that he would not be within their company for much longer. He feared that he would be unable to stomach their barbaric ways for much longer—besides he had a destination in mind and was growing tired of having his journey waylaid by moronic creatures such as the two before him. “And you, stranger, should learn your manners. Interrupting a conversation as well as a meal is unwise. Surely, the wolves in this area aren’t that barbaric in this part. I find it repulsive that so many lack simple manners.” He turned his gaze away from the male, dismissing his presence altogether and returned his empty gaze to the she-wolf, allowing a gentle smile to break the icy mask that had settled on his face. “Forgive me, my dear. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a meal and you can never be to careful. But I hope I didn’t frighten you. I was merely pointing out if I were like some of the beasts that wander around her, appearing practically out of thin air as you did, might have led to something far more unkind then our meeting here.” He paused, briefly turning his attention to the male that had arrived, taking a moment now to fully study him. Truthfully, Boreas felt no real threat from him, but there was never a reason to let one’s guard down.
He appeared to have other things on his mind that concerned him more and perhaps it was the presence of the she-wolf that had drawn out this behavior. He had seen it before but it didn’t lessen the fact that he found it to be a repulsive behavior. Why put so much effort into a she-wolf? There was really one purpose they served and it wasn’t to provide exciting conversation. They needed to be silent, look pretty and provide healthy, strong pups. If they couldn’t do that, then Boreas saw no real purpose for them to be around—however, Boreas has a tendency to be a little wishy-washy with his beliefs and his thoughts on females could change in a blink of an eye if he found something to his liking. The female’s question brought him back from his thoughts and he raised a brow curiously. “I am merely stopping for a meal—I am traveling towards the mountains, I think..” He turned his gaze towards the distant mountain range and found himself not liking the idea of climbing to a higher elevation and dealing with the cold.
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Post by Arthfael on May 27, 2009 18:15:08 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the delay guys. School is in it's last legs so the teachers be a-hammaring.
Immediately the young mann felt quite foolish for his boldness and rudeness. By the way the fae was reacting, she had not been threatened at all, so his little attempt at showing off had fallen on deaf ears, so to speak. It was just his luck that the mann was not angry enough to have attacked. Arthfael was no fool when it came to combat, but a fight on account of his foolish pride would go against the morals he had taken upon leaving his pack. He scrambled to regather what there were or his manners and stammered a quick apology. "I beg pardon, sir," he cried. "'Twas the mark of a fool that I reacted as I did. If I may take a stab at redoing my first impression." It seemed everyone else was using at least some shread of formality, so why not he himself. "I greet you in the way of my kith and kin of the land of northern snows, I come from a land far distant to this." With a quick movement he performed a bow to each, left ear back, right forward, nose touching the dirt. Art was especially careful to bow lower to the older of the two, conveying respect and submission upon Boreas, no matter how it pained him to do so. "Ry--" he began, but shook himself. He was full of foolery these days, first rudely misinterpreting a situation and now bringing up a subject that brough the sting of tears to his green eyes.
Now fairly recovered from his folly he listened patiently to the banter of the two he was in the company of, finally speaking himself, trying to make up for what he'd lost at his entrance upon the scene. "If it is your wish, Boreas, I am willing to leave you to your meal. I just at up on that mountainside myself with a friend of mine, but a rabbit would not go far wrong in a travelling stomach." In all honesty, he felt he couldn't eat another bite. His eyes kept flickering to Koiji. What a drastic change she was from the airheaded fool that he had met coming in to Transylvania. Of all the luck, he had come across a fae by the name of Snowflame who, apparently, could not see the danger in going out in a full blizzard to try and hunt prey that was smarter than she. No Lera in its right mind would have been out in that storm, except perhaps she. She would have perished if it were not for the efforts of himself and Dax Ehzno. He snorted at the memory. What he wouldn't give to have met with Koiji instead.
The words of the irritible adult were curt, vague. he decided to keep to that in his explanation as well, not wanting to delve into subjects best left buried for the moment. "The opposite for me," he replied. "I have just come down from the mountains. I was told there were packs on this side of the mountain." He supposed they were not as vague as those of Boreas, but, all in all, he had not revealed much. Simply that he was looking for a place to call home. I had been long since he'd had a home. "What about you, Koiji? What brings you here?" he asked with easy familiarity. It was quite easy to settle into a group of one or two after having been travelling on your own for some time. He rolled his broad shoulders, thinking longingly of the coolness of the northern ground. Fenris' teeth, but it was hot. His black fur backfur was bringing in the heat of the sun and his this pelage did its job of insulating well. the heat went in and stayed there.
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