Sammorra
Cub
only the impossible can do the impossible
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Post by Sammorra on Feb 13, 2009 23:32:48 GMT -5
Semmorra sat upon her haunches and looked about her, her small ears pricking forward, listening to the almost inaudible but still hearable sound of twigs breaking.
After a few moments, she warily turned around and began to pad towards a patch of sunlight and looked up through the trees, pretending to be enraptured in childish delight.
Quickly she whirled around, her back arched and her paws splayed before her, looking intensely into the dense foilage that surrounded her. Nothing moved, save the sounds of the wind.
This completely unnerved Sammorra, she could've sworn that she heard something. "Who's there", she called, knowing it was probably just her imagination. Still, she watched the brush, her senses high.
The trees suddenly seemed to leer over her, appearing menacing and huge to the small pup. Semmorra's tail dropped and she whimpered, even during the day the woods seemed spooky.
She lay in the patch of light, thinking its golden touch would protect her. Her ears alert and twitching, she nosed the dirt around into small piles, pretending nonchalance, when infact, all her muscles were wire tight.
Sammorra had the irreplaceable feeling that she was being watched, and it shook her through to her very core. Something just didnt feel right to her, and she jsut had to find out what it was, though she was too terrified to truly do any investigations.
Semmorra was so worried that eventually, the sun's warming effects took hold of her and let her drift into the the deepest sleep. ****
She awoke to a sensation of being touched.
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Tarmalo
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Warrior-Bum of Koran
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Post by Tarmalo on Feb 14, 2009 14:04:14 GMT -5
Yet another day in the winter season as Tarmalo, so far the newest warrior of Koran was doing a routine patrol around the borders of Koran. He held his head high in the air and lifted his tail slightly to show his confidence in his actions that had led to become a warrior of Koran. “Warrior,” thought Tarmalo. “Thank the gods.” He continued on working his way along the border, his ebony and snow white tipped pelt glimmering in the sun as Fenris allowed his warm rays of light to shine through the forest below and on to Tarmalo. Slowly but surely he made his way towards the gap that Koran and Ge-Rad almost shared. It made Tarmalo think about what would happen if their two packs ever went to war.
“Dreag is no warmonger,” said Tarmalo. “He would do nothing of the sort.” Yet he wouldn’t hesitate if the time came and he had to defend his home as a warrior of Koran. He kept an eye on the borderlands incase an intruder would use the forest gap between Koran and Ge-Rad to intrude upon their lands or attack his Drappa. His mind fell upon the Balkar at that thought. He knew that their packs and many others were fighting to stop the Balkar and their evil deeds. If possible, he would kill anybody, be they human, Balkar, or Kerl if they intended to harm his home of Koran.
He stopped and sat staring out into the void, then raised his golden and steel flawed eyes to the heavens above, thinking about his past and how everything came to be as it is today. He shivered at the thought of what has happened in the past years. He knew now where he belonged and where his allegiances lie. Tarmalo brought his eyes back to the earth and picked up his ebony and snow tipped form and continued on with his patrolling duties. It was time to move on for he had been lingering too long, patrolling is one of the most important things for a good patrol will eliminate chances of an attack from the Balkar.
Tarmalo continued his way along the border lands marking, and remarking spots that indicated that this area belonged to Koran. Sometimes he would stop and rub his fur against a tree or a fallen long as to rub off the unique scent that Koran carried. He was definitely proud to apart his pack and his pride shone in his golden and steel flawed eyes. Slowly but surely he made his way towards the Kerl woodlands that was a home to most Kerls, including himself at one time. He stopped and lifted his muzzle to the sky to see what the wind brought hi m on this day. He stopped at the news it brought him. There was a lone Kerl close by. Why would a Kerl be this close to Koran, the Balkar perhaps? No, the Kerl did not carry the putrid scent of the Balkar as their pack mates did. Perhaps they employed a lone Kerl to attack his homeland? That sound s like something capable of their deviant lifestyle. Tarmalo ventured a small trip from Koran to ascertain the Kerls intentions and why it was so close to the border lands when they were clearly marked.
That’s when he saw the Varg; it appeared to be a femme cub wandering lost through the forest. “Could it be a trap set up by the Balkar,” thought Tarmalo. Then with a start he stumbled and hit a branch causing it to snap echoing through the forest like a gunshot, the femme looked his way but Tarmalo was already gone, moved to a new location that held a great vantage point over the young Kerl. What happened next surprised him, the young Varg fell asleep! Something was up and he was determined to find out what. After about an hour he went down to investigate, maybe the wolf was dead. He poked the young wolf with his nose only to have her wake up with a start. Tarmalo jumped back and prepared to defend himself. “What are you doing so close to our pack lands young Kerl,” asked Tarmalo in a stern tone.
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Sammorra
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Post by Sammorra on Feb 15, 2009 17:10:13 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," Semmorra stammered, " i hadnt known." Semmorras head was slumped, with her tail low, clearly this Varg meant business. "I have run away from the remaining few of my own pack, i didnt mean to intrude."
Semmorra didnt know what to do except what her days as a wandering Kerl told her to do, (which wasnt very long), she tried to hold her head high, but then as an after thought, she decided to become the submissive pup. She did not want to ignite the chance of this varg's anger upon her. Quiet intense moments passed, in which, Semmorra was not sure but it felt like the Varg's eyes were boring through her. So she decided that to ease some discomfort for her sake, it twas best to introduce her self.
"My name is Semmorra, I cant truly remember where my pack's homeland originally was, but now doust not matter anyway, for they are no more."
Suddenly, a realization must hit her, he must have been the one who was making the twigs snap in the brush! Understanding welled through her like a river.
"If i may be so bold to ask, what is your name, fellow brother" she ventured. Semmorra's ears lifted and her tail raised expectantly for the answer.
This Varg looked like the shadows and the light at the same time, seeming to blend into the growing blackness of the trees around them. His golden eyes intense, much like her own. But he seemed to hold a great sadness, for Semmorra was a great judge of character. But something told her that he would not be so forthwith as to such information to a stranger as she.
She also hadnt realized that she had wandered upon another pack's territory, for the skats and markings were old. She prayed to Tor that she hadnt made a grave mistake that would cost her her young life. Semmorra now waited for the Varg's reply.....
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Tarmalo
Sikla
Warrior-Bum of Koran
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Post by Tarmalo on Feb 23, 2009 13:24:28 GMT -5
[[[sory it took so long. RAWR!]]] Tarmalo sat back upon a bed of dead twigs and let out an obvious sigh of relief. He had thought he stumbled upon something hostile to his precious homelands of Koran, yet his newfound eagerness was for naught. For what he found on the borderlands of Koran was not his enemy, but an innocent young pup who had gotten lost. Tarmalo was not really interested in what the young pup had to say in her own defense, for it didn’t really matter to him. All that was running through Tarmalo’s mind was “what a waste of time.” He turned his golden and steel flawed orbs away from the frightened pup and turned them to the dead branches above. They swayed gently in the winter wind and he thought about how nice it is to live in the woods and how the dense trunks of the trees broke the wind like ocean waves on an island of rocks. For a second there was a moment of silence and Tarmalo took the time to appreciate the soft howling wind as it scrapped the canopy above. The forest was indeed a place of shelter for those who needed it. He continued his deep trance with the tree branches above as if he was consulting the wind, the trees, and the sky above.
“Brother,” asked Tarmalo. "I share no kinship with you Kerl. I am a warrior of Koran,” he continued. Yet the way he talked was not as if he was talking to Sammora, but as if he was talking to himself or the sky above or the trees around him. He dropped his gaze from the sky as if he had received the answers he desired. “Well,” said Tarmalo. “My name is Tarmalo, warrior of Koran.” Then Tarmalo made curt bow and continued with: “At your service.” Then with that said he stood up and gazed further into the forest, to his pack lands, the border trail, then his golden orbs turned to the opposite direction. Towards Ge-Rad and the lands to the north as if making sure he or the pup wasn’t followed.
“Yeah,” replied Tarmalo. “I know how that is.” Memories soon followed, of when he met the ghost of his father in desert wastelands of Turkey, and how he went temporarily insane afterwards. “Yup, Transylvania had many things to offer to one who wishes to receive offers,” he said reminiscing tone. “I for one would prefer, harsh mild winters instead of dead dry deserts.” He brought his eyes back to the pup, and his expression changed from a form of sadness and loneliness to indifference . “Alas,” sighed Tarmalo. “I am not you, and you are most certainly not me, but tell me young one. Where are going and why are you lost so close to our borders?”
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Sammorra
Cub
only the impossible can do the impossible
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Post by Sammorra on Feb 23, 2009 16:13:18 GMT -5
warrior Semmorra whispered again and again within herself, admirement clear in her eyes. She looked at the proud wolf before her, and deep inside she knew she wished to be like him. For she could see the love of his pack shine through him, as he dazed within the endless trees that above the pale blue sky burned brightly within her own eyes.
A natural born observer, Semmorra studied and processed every move the wolf made, but what seemed to surprise her most was the way the wolf talked. Of course she knew it was directed at her, but then again, the proud wolf seemed to be within himself as he spoke, so the words came out as an audible sigh. "Aye, tis true we have no kinship, but tisnt it not also true that you are my brother by nature for the fact we are both Varg? And I of course, am most humbly at your service." she said making a dramatic flourish of a bow she had learned from her mother.
Standing up to her height (which wasnt much) semmorra wanted to seem brave to this wolf, when inside she was shaking, but from what she knew not. "My reasons are private, but if you must know, I am wandering until I am able to find a pack that will bear me entrance. Tis tiring to have come so far with naught but a body to talk to, what with all the humans that seem to be everywhere."Semmorra was proud of her answer, it was a true answer, but yet she could help but afford a small giggle at the last question that emanated from the jowls of the warrior before her.
"Most of course you and I are not the same, for if you were I then you would know my reasoning, silly." Semmorra couldnt help but let some of true cub that lurked within her show. It had been too long since she had seen a somewhat friendly face. Reasoning dawned upon the young cub that the older wolf before her might not accept her previous admonitions and add with a quick requisite haste "Also, I have found these woods to be most beautiful and peaceful for a rest, so I ask you Larka's blessing to remain here for a fortnight whilest I rest. Down the hills would seem obvious yes, but mere days ago I spotted a few humans with their shiny sticks around their burning air....." Remembrance of the humans made her fur slightly rise... but she still ventured forth. "So i aks of thee, great warrior or Koran, shall thee let me rest in thy woods, twould be a great honor. Also, if you would mind to mingle with me a while longer." she timidly asked, "though these woods are beautiful they are quite overwhelming." she admitted. Semmorra looked toward the varg and hoped he saw her silent plea of companionship, and that he would consent.....
[[tis okay tarmalo, just keep responding, i believe this is getting good..!]]
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Tarmalo
Sikla
Warrior-Bum of Koran
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Post by Tarmalo on Mar 19, 2009 5:58:12 GMT -5
Tarmalo laughed inwardly as he listened to the young cub talk. “She talks so weird,” thought Tarmalo as he watched the kerl nervously explain her reasons as to why she was so close to the pack boundaries. Although, she didn't really explain herself fully, she just basically told him that she meant no harm and its none of his business what shes doing, only that shes looking for a pack to live with, which raised his suspicion a little bit. To him it just sounded like she was just trying to be vague. He wanted to know more. So he relaxed his posture, as if to tell the young wolf that he was no longer putting any pressure on her any more, and maybe encourage her to tell him more about herself.
“You can stay as long as you want, Sammora. We are not in pack lands, so feel free to stay as long as you see fit,” said Tarmalo lazily as he scratched his right ear. He no longer viewed the cub as a threat to the pack, yet his suspicions remained like a thorn in his paw, one he couldn’t get out. He knew there was something else, something associated with her desire to be admitted to a pack. However, he no longer held the right to interrogate her any further since she was no longer a threat, although the warrior was pretty sure she wasn’t a threat to begin with.
“Your words interest me. I know of the many hardships of being a Kerl for I too have wandered many moons among the stars before reaching this forest,” said Tarmalo in a dream like tone, then pausing soon afterward. He brought his eyes to the branches and sighed as he played out his history of Kerldom in front of his glossy golden eyes. If Sammora’s eyes wandered into his, she carried a possibility of seeing a cut scene from his sketchy past. But as Tarmalo’s flash backs ended, the reminder of reality came forward. If he stayed any longer there was a possibility that questions could flare, which meant Tarmalo might get in trouble. Yet he couldn't turn away from Sammora, for something about the wolf and her plight captured his attention. He wanted to know more. So he thought of the next best thing.
“I want to know more about you, but I’m afraid I cant afford to stay any longer. I have to get back to my patrolling duties, and watch the boundaries of Koran. Perhaps you could come with me? You never know, you might find something useful in these woods.” said Tarmalo in an effort to warm up the cub.
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Sammorra
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only the impossible can do the impossible
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Post by Sammorra on Mar 22, 2009 18:11:13 GMT -5
Semmorra lifted her head and waved her red banner elatedly, "Yes, that sounds wonderful!" she agreed. The fact that the varg before her was willing to show her around, made her happy. She looked towards the sky with the wolf and sighed, her auds twitching in response to the chittering squirrels. "Tarmalo, how long ago were you a kerl, if i may be so bold?" she asked, dipping her head slightly. Her golden green eyes peered curisously at him, for he had said that he had once been a kerl himself, and now, warrior.
Semmorra growled softly in delight as the sun warmed her red pelt, as the clouds broke overhead. "Where are we going to go then?" she said, her fur bristling slightly in response to the chill breeze. The trees whistled hollowly as the silent whisper passed through them, making the woods eerier than they had already been. Semmorra whimpered softly, but then stood tail and looked at the handsome ebony varg before her and said "Lead the way, Tarmalo."
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