Post by darkassassin on Jan 3, 2010 13:52:58 GMT -5
The young wolf continued her jog through the woods. In the severe angle of the morning sun rising in the east, its light cast distorted and dark images around the forest. She was not one to whimper in fear of nothing more than mere shadows. Living on her own had hardened her, forced her to mature faster than others her age. Sin was 10 months of age, still an adolescent, but from appearance you could not tell. Her coat, long and lush as it was thick, was a most unnatural shade of black. She stuck out in a sea of shadows on a moonless night so dark was she. Her deep sapphire eyes scanning through the trees now bare with the winter. Her steps were silent, she had improved that to the point where she could but glide over the ground without a single sound. She had not come into any contact with Varg since her puphood. Both parents were Kerls, and good parents they were. However, at 6 months of age they had disappeared. Her other 2 siblings had died of famine, leaving only Sin and her brother. He disappeared as well, well rather they became separated and she had given up.
She was in good condition, well fed and healthy. Her coat glossy and sleek with health. Her tail flicked at the end much like that of an angry feline. She had grown tired of the life of the Kerl and wanted to live like a true Varg in a pack. Her social skills were of something else. She couldn't exactly put into words about that, just get to know her and things will become clearer. The winter air was cold, blowing her fur. Her features were strong and proud, a dangerously beautiful she-wolf. She would make a fine Drappa one day. She had many if not more of its qualities. But for now, she would focus on learning and growing, surviving.
Her breath was mist as she exhaled into the golden morning. The sun not having yet warmed the air. She didn't mind it though, she was always more accustomed to the cold and preferred it. Deep sapphire optics gave off a faint glow as she looked over the vast lands of Transylvania. She broke though the tree line into a small clearing within the forest. The ground was bare, for it had not snowed last night yet not green because life could not yet grow here. She sighed, the breath once again visible in the light and temperature. In the small clearing she sat on her dark haunches, then decided to just lay down. She crossed her paws in a regal manner and kept alert to the forest around her. Her black ears pivoting to the slightest sound and her nose identifying and memorizing each scent happening to cross her. Her tail was relaxed and by her side. Here, she would rest and see if someone would come along her.
Frost padded her way through the forest. Her eyes swiveled back and forth, watching for a sign of another varg or lera. The night was growing old, and soon it would become dark. Then Tor would shine brightly and Frost would be at a disadvantage. Her snow white coat would be visible to the eyes of watching vargs, good and evil alike. Only her black paw and tail would be a part of the night. Another disadvantage was her icy blue eyes. When Tor's light reflected off them, they were visible for miles.
But to Frost's advantage was her wisdom and cunning. She could usually talk her way out of a battle she was sure to lose. The bright pink scar on her side bore a reminder that she wasn't invincible, though.
As Frost neared her destination, the wind blew in her face. The scent of a femme varg met her nose. She paused and sniffed at the new scent. curious, she turned in the direction of the smell and followed it to a clearing. There Frost stopped.
She said, "Show yourself." Frost sounded braver than she felt, but the one thought of bravery remained on her mind.
great post! i love seeing new rpers to this site with awesome posts! and hope you don't mind my joining
Post by darkassassin on Feb 14, 2010 18:24:01 GMT -5
thanks, and i don't mind. In fact I'm Happy someone finally came
The young Fae was still lying comfortably in the small clearing within the forest. She was thinking back to her most recent ventures, a small light chuckle escaping at one memory in particular. Her deep sapphire eyes flickered and shone with their undying flame. She yawned, flashing her perfectly white set of deadly teeth. She didn't know just how fatigued she was until now, what with training, hunting, and the obstacles of day to day living. However, everything was for a purpose, perfecting technique and arts, and learning, always learning.
She took a moment to leave her thoughts and admire the raw beauty of a woodland winter night. From all around, ominous shadows were cast, visible one second and gone the next. There has been so much death and destruction the land has seen, one could not help but have a sense of impending doom lingering in certain places. Sin was a most unnatural shade of black; flawless and darker than jet black. The shades of obsidian and onyx only adding to her obscured quality. That being said, night was her favorite time, for it was when she blended in best. She could feel the temperature dropping with the depart of Fenris. This too was welcome, winter and autumn being her favorite seasons. The wind blew across her fur, taking her scent with it. Moments later her hypersensitive ears caught the faint sound of approaching paws, followed by the voice and scent of another femme. She quickly turned her head toward the Varg at the edge of the clearing. Had she had a darker coat she would've blended herself better, but the pristine white furred Varg was clearly visible. She could see the black paw but to her that was the only other color on the Varg. Unafraid by the tone of voice, she locked her dark sapphire eyes with her icy blue ones. She blinked, and the cold gleam and calculating edge left, replaced by a seemingly open yet guarded stare.
"And for whom am i showing myself to? Though young I do not take kindly to orders" she said out loud into the chilly air. Her voice was calm and light, to all appearances open, and yet she couldn't help but keep a dark undertone perceptible only to ones most familiar with its edge. She would wait to find out the strangers intentions. She kept her unwavering gaze trained on the icy blue optics of the other.
"My name is Sin." She added, not wanting to appear as hostile to the Varg. She inclined her head to get a better once over look at the Fae. She saw the bright pink scar and soon wondered the story behind it. She now waited for the reaction of the Varg before her, perhaps she would learn something from her.
Frost nodded as she listened to the other femme talk. She watched her sapphire orbs bob from place to place. Finally, before she spoke, Frost sat down, and stared down her addressee.
"I am Frost, of Koran. I will not call it a pleasure to meet you quite yet, Sin. I would like to peacefully get to know you. If you want."
Frost stood, sniffed the air once, and stalked back and forth, her eyes intent on watching their subject's every move. Her coat shined in Tor's light, and her eyes flashed.
Post by Haze & Drizzle on Feb 15, 2010 3:48:18 GMT -5
((Hope you don't mind the interuption. DarkAssassin, your posts are exquisite, and I'm sorry but I was drawn to play with you due to their beautiful fluidity. I do hope you don't think me rude barging in like this, and I would like to make it known that anything said by my two little trouble makers, is nothing personal. I'm so happy to welcome you to TS, I hope to see more threads like this in the near future. ~*Fiory))
Darkness, such a silent time in the wood. Most things slept, while others roamed about in the pitch, either searching for food, love, or perhaps a place to rest. Whatever the case, the wood was calm this evening, hardly a branch stirred with the light breezes passing by on their way to bigger and grander places. A passing figure of white would appear to have a larger shadow then necessary until one's eyes looked a bit closer. Not one, but two, walked in tune with one another, step for step, stride for stride. They had been gone a while, searching for fun, searching for a mischievous rondevous that never actually came. The place almost seemed foreign to the massive black brute beside the ivory fae at his side.
"Seems the same as it was before...doesn't it?" His gruff baritone voice mumbled, just loud enough for his counterpart to hear in the silence of the evening. The snow beneath their paws crunched as they were too lazy to care if anyone heard them or not. The she-wolf said nothing, but her ears flicked for a quick moment, and her stride became just a slight bit slower. This reaction halted the black mann, a brow quirked as to what his sister had heard.
"Not quite...There are varg in the wood." Her voice was much sweeter, a venomous sweetness in comparison to her brother's strong vocals. Her tail gave a light sway, and a sinister grin spread across the mischief makers muzzles. Their course changed, and in no time at all, they hid in the shadows and highlights from Tor above at the clearing where the blacker then night pup was addressing an obviously seen she-wolf. Sharp ears from the sister caught their names, their meaning unregistered in her mind; Neither had met these two before...Should be interesting. Unlike Frost, Drizzle knew how to use the highlights of Tor's shimmering light to camouflage herself at night. Being an ivory color with eyes of china blue, as many white wolves in the area seemed to be, Drizzle had trained her lithe frame and agile limbs to hold still in pure light, giving the illusion that she was part of the light itself. Haze, the ebony brute, merely needed to crouch down in the darkness nearby his sister and his massive frame was invisible to those around. However, hiding was not on the twin's minds this night. They rarely hid from one varg and a lone pup...
"Well now...Such a pretty name is Sin...Is it short for something? Or is that the whole thing of it, small and petite little morsel?" Drizzle's frame slowly moved, Tor's glimmering light dancing eerily off of the she-wolf's pelt of snow. Her words were like a delicious poison you couldn't stop drinking. A delectable drink that stung on the way down. Haze was quick to follow his sister, remaining in her lengthened shadow, a beast of a varg. Haze and Drizzle, the original mischief makers of the Transylvanian mountains had returned. They had returned grown up, but still meddlesome as always before. Haze had grown into a fine adult varg, tall and robust, handsome even when he wasn't toying with vargs he didn't care for which, were quite numerous. Drizzle was the complete polar opposite, not just in her appearance with her stark white silk coat to her brother's gruff ebony, but also in physical stature. She wasn't quite as tall, but her build was much more feminine. Her coat was long and flowy, her legs thin and agile. It was obvious Haze was the muscle, Drizzle was the speed. Together they made a deadly team, to both varg and prey alike.
"So...what brings you, a pack dog, all the way out here..." Haze growled darkly, his tail swishing lightly behind him, eyes of piercing gold boring into the ice blue optics of Frost. Haze had an utter dislike for any varg in a pack, it was...nothing personal...
Image by Firefly ~*+The Original Twins of TS+*~ Traveling Mischeif makers of the Skyline Mountains Haze, the brother in black Drizzle, the sister in white Twins
When the newcomers arrived, Frost was not at all alarmed. She could feel their prescence, even though she couldn't see them at the time. This was an instinct of the wild varg. One that reached back through the ages to the days of the Gods themselves. In the night, every varg's senses are sharpened, almost to the point that every varg becomes a super varg. To every varg, this instinct is second nature. That's how Frost new Sin and herself were not the forest's only occupants.
Frost turned her attention to the two newcomers, while keeping an ear out for the pup. The two vargs were close togeyher, and they were mann and femme. So, Frost instantly assumed one of two things was true: either they were mates or siblings. She didn't know which to believe, so she went with her instinct and assumed the latter.
"If you must know, I bear sad news for any stray Koran varg I might find while on my travels. Also, I am fulfilling mybduty as a scout and watching for any signs of Balkar filth. If you don't believe me, wander your way up to Koran territory. We'll see what's the truth then."
Frost almost spat the words at the large ebon brute, but she didn't care. Koran had been going through rough yimes lately, and she wasn't particularly in the mood for friendly exchanges. Her lips lifted from their original position within seconds; not as an invitation for a fight she was sure to lose (if one were to break out), but as a warning that she wasn't joking around.
Frost was determined to make it out unscathed, but that could prove to be difficult. The newcomers were certainly not Balkar, because for one, Balkarians were mann vargs, and neither had the freshest trace of Balkar stench. They were both around Frost's age, but maybe a little older. She imagined that they were not new to the land, as she had been what seemed like ages ago, but what was really only a few years.
Post by darkassassin on Mar 2, 2010 21:23:51 GMT -5
OOC: ahhs, I'm soooo sorry for the horribly long wait, we had to move houses and then i had to keep up with school >.< the internet at the house was also being a jerk, but I'm finally able to become active again ^.^! and thanks for the compliment, (wonders if she's still deserving of it though lol) and don't worry, Sin can handle it nothing will be taken personal. actually, the troublemakers seem really interesting, glad you came by
IC:
The femme listened to the ivory other with ears slightly perked. She quirked her brows when she started to pace in a stalking manner, and then focus on her like a timid pup waiting for danger to strike. The bravery in her voice was not true, at least not to Sin, and for a moment Frost reminded her of the paranoid Varg she used to know as a a younger pup. Granted, her parents did not like his presence so Mother and Father decided on a new...lesson, to teach Sin and her siblings. Sin kept her stoic, calm facade, not allowing any of her thoughts to show outwardly. She did not want to call the other out either, she was not here for a fight. "Frost..." She repeated the name so that it flowed smoothly and like honey. "I have no reason to fight" She said at last. Her words were not a lie, she really did not have any reason to battle the Varg. But would she? Of course, Sin would never hesitate to fight. True, she was silver-tongued and had manipulated others when it suited her, but she was a deadly creature. Before she would say any more though, the faintest scent of other Varg, a Mann and a femme to be precise, were also in the area. Her luminescent sapphire gems went to the direction of where she could now hear them approaching.
With the skilled and cunning mind of a tactician and from her hidden past, she analyzed the pair that had now reached them. It was obvious that they had over heard part of the conversation between Sin and Frost. When the other Varg of a pristine silky white pelt, spoke, the tone of her voice reminded her of her mother. Of course the femme before her was not her mother, but she knew the pair were a deadly force. When the male had followed what she thought to be his sisters lead, her suspicions were confirmed. Together, they fitted to each other strengths and weaknesses, combine what was sure to be a dark nature, she concluded they liked to play games, and Sin and Frost might be their new toy...
And yet, the teen betrayed no fear, the flash of recognition from when they had first spoken had vanished and replaced again by a cool and collective gaze. She couldn't mask their slight edge though. A Cheshire grin spread across her maw, she had decided she would take a gamble and play their game. The grin was the only thing breaking through her facade. It wasn't taunting or mocking, just her way of demonstrating she would not so easily give into them and go belly up for them or such.
"No, it's just Sin," she said in reply, her voice still had its darker undertone, but still flowed confidently with a dangerous melody. She had another name given to her by her father, but she didn't find any reason to share that. She thought over standing, but in the end remained how she was. All of her legs were under her, so if she needed a quick spring she was fully capable. Her attention was drawn back to Frost when she had spoken.
Her long-furred jet black tail whisked behind her once in agitation to her words. Frost's words were not directed at Sin, but they still brought up a trace of anger. Her only remaining brother, before they were separated, had wanted to join the Balkar ranks, and proved capable of making it if not exceedingly capable. For this Koran Varg to speak with hatred and scorn for them. By the actions of Frost, Sin took in she did not want to fight, but merely warned she was serious. They weren't;t fighting words, but the way she directed them towards the ebony brute could be mistaken for fighting words indeed. Sin briefly thought over the possibilities of the outcome should a fight break out, the odds didn't look good if they were to both go against Frost. Sin was more of an isolationist, currently living by a I won't intervene in the quarrels of others type thing. There were times when she had made it her quarrel, or simply felt like doing whatever was she had wanted to do. So basically, if a fight were to break out, Sin would not take sides, except her own if need be.
Sin held back a retort to Frost, they could go on and on about whether Balkar were filth or other views or even each others character so far, but knew it would be pointless. She crossed her obsidian paws and once again took on a naturally regal pose, but she would not be mistaken for no priss, more of like the free-willed Assassin that was ingrained into her nature. She moved her brilliant sapphire orbs, burning with their undying blue flame, from Varg to Varg before coming back to a rest on the china blue gaze of the femme who's name she had yet to know. She took her in as the more brains, more of the mastermind behind everything.
OOC: sorry for the long/lame post, muse was off and on during it. Will be on for a few more hours and everyday when i can, but sure tomorrow and the rest of the week ^.^ again, i apologize hehe.
Post by Haze & Drizzle on Apr 19, 2010 1:23:04 GMT -5
((EEP! Sorry! X.X" Life got in the way, a convention took up my time and ugh..Sorry to keep you waiting for so long dear, my most sincere apologies))
Calculating eyes, as soft as a dagger's edge glared, piercing the soul of Frost, a smirk accompanying them, their gaze unending, unwavering. Although Drizzle allowed the fae to finish her sentence, she wasn't about to allow her tongue free without a bite or two from it.
"Well, there are no Koran filth here, say for you of course...So be gone my little lost lamb, before a big bad wolf decides to claim you as a midnight meal..." Her words were full of acid, her agile limbs stepping forward, closer to the pitch babe nearby. Babe of course used in a relative sense, the young black fae was much more then just a little lost cub after all. Drizzle's stance was strong yet slippery, regal yet silkily smooth. She was light on her feet, regardless of the position she was in, and it showed with how she carried herself. With tail high in the air, she was clearly the dominant she-wolf in this neck of the wood. A growling laugh, a terribly brutal thing, frightening to the ears and race worthy to an unsteady heart seeped from the black brutes gaping jaws, saliva vividly falling into the snow as he came to join his ivory counterpart.
It was clear when Haze moved he was more a brute then the shadows gave him credit for. A formidable force he was, not one for a lone fae of a pack to deal with on her own. And yet, he did not show aggression towards the snow pelted companion with her tail raised high to Tor. His was as well, matching his sisters, as if they were equals on the same playing field.
"I'd be happy to escort you away if you can't catch the drift on your own..." Haze snarled, his long canines yellow stained from several kills in the past. What was varg and what was prey did little to matter to him. Flesh was flesh, there was no difference. Drizzle however, turned away from the verbally defeated varg to look down at the little black speck on the ground at her feet. Sin then was it? Such a lovely name, such a wondrously devilish name. A single limb lifted and placed itself over Sin's shoulder blades, landing with nary a sound on the other side of the black babe. Drizzle seemed to take a liking to the spitfire at her paws, and had thus was now standing over her, almost protectively. Haze was far to occupied with the 'Lost Lamb' of Koran to care what his sister was up to. As much as flesh was flesh, cub or adult made no difference at all either, and that included varg.
Slowly, Drizzle's slender neck lowered and in a surprisingly gentle way, she made to lick the slender black Sin tenderly upon the forehead, a grin as sinister as ever spreading across her ivory muzzle, china hues gleaming like little flames in their sockets.
"Ah, Sin is it? Such a sweeeet name that is...Far to sweet and succulent to be in the presence of a piece of pack filth. Especially that of Koran, a failed and miserable existence of inbred Varg, for shame... There was nothing kind in that confident voice of Drizzles, and yet, she was far more sweet to this little black fae then any other varg other then her brother. It was almost like an invitation to Sin, to join in the twin's game of torturous fun with Frost. Of course, how long Sin could be a playable character was up to her. Cross the twins, and death was sure to follow. Needless to say, it was a rare opportunity to say the least...
Last Edit: Apr 19, 2010 1:26:56 GMT -5 by Haze & Drizzle
Image by Firefly ~*+The Original Twins of TS+*~ Traveling Mischeif makers of the Skyline Mountains Haze, the brother in black Drizzle, the sister in white Twins