Grell
Cub
No night is so dark, no situation so dire, that the intervention of the gods cannot make it worse.
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Post by Grell on Jan 9, 2009 21:42:05 GMT -5
He shrugged. "Well, I promise to look into them if I ever choose to join a pack." He sighed deeply, then glanced over at Takhi as a soft white glow began to spread along the horizon. "Huh. How do you know so much about Koran and their members anyway? Were you once apart of their family?" He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes into yellow, quizzical slits. Sounds like she's had an interesting life, anyway, to know so many wolves. He counted up the Varg he knew, and could only count about ten - not including the two who had frightened him so badly the previous night. Personally, he didn't think that his attackers would really be considered his acquaintances.
He sniffed, and flicked his eyes back to the horizon. She started talking about her cubs, and he listened quietly for a time. Wonder how much she misses them. He shot her a secret sidelong glance, as if hoping to see some sorrowful or spiteful emotion play across her face. Unfortunately, her dark muzzle was still wreathed in shadow, and he missed any insightful clue that might have swept through her eyes. He twisted his lips and slightly furrowed his brow. "Well, how 'bout you visit them? Or see if they're still there... you know, since you haven't seen them since your mate died." Then another thought occurred to him. "Or, was that what you were doing tonight?" He turned his head and gave her a small, hopefully comforting smile. But he felt like he still couldn't hide the small, virtually unnoticeable waiver in his grin - still feeling a little uncomfortable with Takhi, though he was slowly beginning to warm up to her.
// hehe :D well it was sorta autumn in november. sorry my posts are kinda short :P //
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Takhi
Sikla
Nieten of Sarnes
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Post by Takhi on Jan 10, 2009 1:16:00 GMT -5
Takhi looked back at him as he asked how she knew so much of Koran. It seemed that on his journeys of being a Kerl, he hadn’t gotten to know many others. It’s not surprising. Sometimes loners aren’t so friendly and prefer to keep to themselves. Perhaps that’s how he was. For a moment, she stared into the skies, enjoying the tiny shivers she got every time a snowflake landed upon her snout. She smiled. Snow always made the world look so beautiful, at least to those who had not almost died in it. At first, each flake was quite small, only about as big as a berry, then their sizes increased with the force of the storm, forming them into pieces the size of her nose. Her ebon fur was starting to turn white until she shook off her false coat. “I know so many because I was a Kerl and we rogues get around a lot and meet knew friends…or enemies…each day. As for Phantom, she use to live in our old territory and I was her Beta wolf, second in command.” Takhi cut herself off.
She didn’t want to reveal the battle that she and the chocolate Drappa had engaged in. Takhi figured that Grell’s nerves were stirred up enough and frightening him with tales of violence and murder was not what she planned to do. She would keep that piece of information to herself. There was no need to corrupt the mind of a young wolf with stories of darkness. If she were to mention them and speak of them with no remorse, then she’d be no better than those who try to keep the Varg in fear of Wolfbane. “My pups,” she said, “they are so far from here and they are with their own families now. It is the way nature works after all. Once a mother and child separate, it is unlikely to encounter one another again.” Her tone was sullen, tinged with remorse that she had not decided to go on a journey back to the old home and find them. What could it hurt?
No. There were too many dangers there that she was too old to risk. Man was there and the last thing she dreamed of was to experience another moment in a cage. “I was not looking for them. Somehow, I feel that they are all right. I’ve always been able to know if my children were in trouble and I have not sensed anything wrong.” She prayed she was right. If Man had put their horrid hands on her own flesh and blood, she would stop at nothing to rip them all to shreds, anything to save her babies. “And Men are always there. I’ve already been captured by them once. I can’t do that again. I know Shadow and Linape well enough that they would never set a paw near those wretched creatures. I taught them better than that. I told them about my incarceration. They know what happens to wolves that get too close.”
OOC: Mine too, haha!!!
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Grell
Cub
No night is so dark, no situation so dire, that the intervention of the gods cannot make it worse.
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Post by Grell on Jan 11, 2009 17:42:22 GMT -5
The air turned colder, and with the aid of the soft morning light, Grell could see his breath smoke on the chill breeze. He shivered and turned his face heavenward, just in time to see the snow begin to fall. He twisted his lips unhappily, but didn't mutter any outward complaint. Though, I'd like it if at least once Fenris would toss me a bone; perhaps make it snow after I have a full belly and a warm place to rest. Grell's ear flicked and he wiggled his nose irately, but he was brought back to the present when Takhi finally saw fit to shower him with the snow that had collected on her fur. He shot her an annoyed look, instantly regretted it, and followed up with a hesitant smile. Upon which, Takhi explained why she knew Koran so well.
He didn't get it. At first, Takhi said she was a Kerl, but then she contradicted herself and said she was Phantom's Beta. His ears shot up and he gave her a confused glance. "What do you mean, you were once her Beta? Didn't you just say you were a Kerl?" But she had already moved on to the topic of her cubs. It was a sad ordeal, to be sure, but Grell didn't feel particularly sorry. If its natural to drive them away, why would she feel saddened by their loss? He grunted and shifted uneasily. Why did drappas always have to be so contradictory and melodramatic? They confused him to no end. Even now, when Takhi was supposed to be some blood-thirsty, crazy she-wolf, she hadn't done a lick of harm to him since frightening him with a feral growl at their meeting. Grell flattened his ears and looked away, toward the waterfall, and then to where the small gathering of deer had been that he had been trying to hide from that night.
She started talking again.
Grell looked over and watched her face shift into something resolute and strong. She spoke of men, and Grell shivered, glancing anxiously to his left and right. Then, something occurred to him, and he looked at Takhi with his eyes narrowed into beady little slits of suspicion. He shifted his weight and slid back on his rump. "Wait a second. You have been with humans? They caught you, but you came back to the wild? How-?" He stopped himself, slicked back his ears, and stood up. He had no doubt she would catch him if he chose to run, so all he could hope for was a quick and painless death when she did. He started to inch away, waiting for her attack, waiting for her response. Nothing good ever came with humans - death and destruction followed wherever they went. There must have been a good reason for Takhi to join a conniving pack, and now Grell thought he knew the answer.
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Takhi
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Nieten of Sarnes
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Post by Takhi on Jan 16, 2009 21:02:34 GMT -5
The chill of the winds sent a shiver right down to her bones. Her breath seeped from her maw into an eerie mist. The snow continued to constantly build upon her fur. Takhi wrapped her tail delicately around her paws to keep them warm. She gazed at the world around them. It was beginning to turn white. She glanced back at Grell only for a spilt second and happened to catch his unpleased expression as the flakes from her fur had unintentionally landed upon him. “Sorry,” she said, her tone of voice not changing at all. Her auds had swiveled toward her scruff, but did not lay flat. She suspected that he did not know what it was like to drive away your own children. It was a natural part of life, but when Takhi did it, it was very unnatural. Their departure was made because of terrible circumstances. It was to save her pups from death. They did not choose to leave their mother, they were forced. Normally the offspring decide to separate from their parents when it feels right to them.
But it was worth it in the end. They are still alive. If Takhi hadn’t driven them away, Nightshade…oh that horrible fae…would have murdered them for her own benefit. Feeling a tad of anger, she shot a defiant stare at Grell. “I have said to you already that I have been in three packs in my lifetime, not including Sarnes, but in the end, I was always just a Kerl once more.” Her voice suddenly shifted into a much calmer timbre. “Things kept happening to separate me from a permanent family.” As the mann mentioned humans after her statement about them, she turned to him and said, “And yes, MAN happened to be one of those things.”
“I will tell you how I was captured,” she said firmly. She figured that MAN had kept her as a pet. They intended to, but she saw an end to that. They wanted to put a bullet in her brain after what she had done to that child. “There was once a group of wolves called The Kerl Pack. They were all loners and rogues brought together by their Dragga, Blackeye. After a few months I had lost my original family, I met with the pack again. Blackeye asked me to join and I accepted. Well, that winter there was absolutely no food. MAN had hunted what little was left for us.” She gritted her teeth as she remembered how thin all of the Vargs had become all because of the humans’ gluttony. “Our Dragga decided that we should invade the human camps and steal as much food as our mouths could carry. On the first night of the raid, Blackeye was killed, shot in the chest by that stick that shoots thunder.” Rage coursed through her blood as that night replayed in her head. She remembered Blackeye lying dead in a pool of his own blood. Then those filthy twolegs had the audacity to hang his corpse over their flames.
They have no respect for the dead. “With no leader, the pack began to argue over who would take his place. Kane,” the mention of his name made Takhi want to vomit, “decided he should take control…and no one stopped him. He led us into another raid. MAN set their dogs on us. Everyone got away. As for me, from what I can recall, I was surrounded by those mongrels trying to fight them off, but I had been injured on my hind leg. Then all I saw was blackness.” When she had become unconscious, that is when the humans believed they could train the wildness of the wolf out of her. She soon found herself in a cage. “I awoke wired walls all around me. Just the sight of those men staring at me made me more furious than I had ever been in my life. When their eyes were not upon me, I ripped my way through those walls. I escaped. MAN can never tame the wolf. The rest is history.”
Takhi noticed that Grell had become frightened by her words of men and was already beginning to step away. Her ears flattened. “If you wish to leave, I will not stop you.” She turned away from him. She suddenly stood up onto her paws, her head held low. “Or perhaps, I shall be the first to depart,” she said quietly. Her eyes faced him again, blue and green hues gazing upon him, silently asking, Is this what you want?
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Grell
Cub
No night is so dark, no situation so dire, that the intervention of the gods cannot make it worse.
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Post by Grell on Feb 28, 2009 17:20:35 GMT -5
// i am so sorry about how late this reply is! and how much it sucks. and how grell is such a jerk and whatnot :P //
His fur was standing on end as she told him her history, like he was some whelp who could learn from her experiences. Maybe, like the fact that she's crazy? Honestly, I wouldn't go around talking such rot unless I could say I've actually killed one and 'good riddance!' He sat stone still, like a statue, a fluffy gargoyle, staring aghast at his companion while the snow quietly coated him in a blanket of white. Finally she finished, and he let out a long breath, surprised that he'd held it for so long. It wafted away from him like a soft, transparent cloud.
"No trick?" He growled suspiciously, narrowing his eyes. Some wolves really did believe in something called honor, and some, like Grell, frankly didn't care for it. The question was: was Takhi one who would keep her word and let him go freely, or was she just waiting for an opportunity to kill him without actually working too hard? He thought back to a few moments before, when she had snarled at him like the devil for nearly accidentally falling on her. He gulped. He had no doubt that, if she wanted to, she could easily finish him off without even breathing hard. She had the athletic necessities, and, from what it sounded like, the experience too. And Grell was sorely lacking in both. So, would she keep her word?
Oh please! He begged, suddenly whirling around and racing away into the woods. He flattened his ears, trying to track her if she followed him, and hoping that, if she did, the end would at least be quick and painless. But after a while of hard running, he was surprised to hear nothing. He slowed, finally stopped, and looked back to where he had been a moment before, looking for Takhi, the black she-wolf of Sarnes. The glance was brief, and in a moment, Grell was racing away through the white, cold woods again, happy to be free.
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Takhi
Sikla
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Post by Takhi on Mar 7, 2009 1:00:52 GMT -5
OOC: No probs! I've been absent myself, lately.
Grell was intent on leaving the scene in which they stumbled upon each other, or rather, where he stumbled upon her. Takhi's oculars stared hard at him, knowing what the outcome would be. Her explanation of her incarceration brought no ease to the subject, just seemed to frighten him even greater. This mann was afraid that she intended to kill him. Takhi would have if he had threatened her. She was only aggressive if her life was in danger. Rage brought on the ferocity she had buried beneath her ebon fur. As he said his departing words to her, her eyes no longer faced him and instead stared toward the ground.
Her ears flattened as she sighed, "No tricks." Without hesitation, the mann shot off. She could hear his paws pounding the snowy earth below him. The sounds grew fainter until they had faded into the darkness. Takhi sighed once more. She began to walk in the opposite direction Grell had gone in until the beauty of the night, the once dark earth now covered in the ivory blankets of snow, had lightened her spirits. She picked up her speed, slow at first, ambling into a canter, until she found herself racing off into the trees.
Her tongue lolled from her maw as her lungs strained to pull in air. Her dark pelt swayed gracefully from her body as the winter breeze ran through. With one final gesture, trying to prove that she was not all bad, she raised her snout and let out a howl. The call's translation was unmistakable. The fae was simply crying out, "Farewell."
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