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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Mar 7, 2009 14:12:40 GMT -5
Crow breathed in deep, his eyes closed in concentration. His tall frame perched composedly atop a flat-cut boulder within semi-circle, the same semi-circle of boulders he had discovered as a pup...the same semi-circle of boulders that Tola made father the owner of. He remembered that day...never would he forget it, the images flashed behind closed eyes. Tola's bickering and teasing had pushed his anger over the edge that day, and he had attacked her. Crow couldn't remember if his brother joined in the puppy-brawl or not, he was only focused on teaching Tola a lesson...which he never did. The chorus of puppy barks, bites, and snarls had attracted Father. And in the pit to settle the argument, Father had explained that in real instances, true alphas fought one on one for land. Since Tola had challenged him, it was only permitted that he and her settle the course with tooth and fire, not words and arguing. He had accepted...but he had lost. Crow would never forget the feeling of Tola pressing his face into the gravel after she successfully wrestled him to the ground with fire and flames. Father hadn't congratulated Tola; he had told her he was proud of her and that Crow should mind his mind his place in line. He never would forget it.
That was seasons ago, and much had changed. Crow was the tallest of the pack, even surpassing his Father's great height, though not his bulk in muscle, but Crow hoped with his own training to grow into that. He was much taller than Tola, who only reached the height between Mother and Father. His markings too had truly grown in, where dark grey streaks of flame once kissed his paws, prominent white fire licked and flickered up to his joints on all four of his limbs, as well as his wings. And those two had filled in greatly, wide and powerful, exactly like Father's. Truly in appearance, Crow was the one most deemed fit to follow the footsteps of an alpha.
A cool breeze ruffled the long fur of his chest and the sleek feathers of his wings, folded tightly to his sides. Crow's solid blue eyes opened, eyes of Mother and of Father, their glow reflecting ever so slightly on the black fur just below his lids. He let loose the breath he had been holding with patience as slow as he physically could. Though his puppyhood had dissipated with the last season, still he could not breathe the life-fire that Father and sister Tola could. But none knew that. Crow couldn't remember how, but he had convinced Father, Mother, Tola, and his brother that his powers of fire had developed long ago. But the truth was, throughout all the breathing exercises he practiced, all his observation of both Father and Tola, and all his study of heat and fire, he could not breathe his own. Crow's heart always raced when the subject of it was brought up, and the knowledge that his charade could not shield him for much longer lingered in the back of his mind constantly. He was especially concerned about Haven, though Crow learned to shield his mind from his brother and Father long ago, he wasn't so sure that he wouldn't slip and his secret would be discovered. But there was one thing, one escape that he would find, that he would achieve this day and hour. Crow would be the first to fly.
That was why he stood here, upon his lost, loved puppyhood sanctuary. The cliff only feet before him guided the drafts of wind perfectly up its ridge and to this spot. The long expanse of land before him was wide, open, and filled with beauty. His plan was perfect, Father would take pride in his son today, Crow was determined of it. The summit of Father's mountain was only accessible by flight, and Crow would access it...or die trying. He would perfect his flight here, on this very day. And at twilight, when the red sun burned like his father's flame on the horizon, Crow would soar to the mountain's summit and call to his father from its peak.
Crow opened his great wings to their full length, stretching them long and good for his endeavor. He breathed in deeply once more, not smelling or tasting the air with his senses, but feeling the air with his lungs and body, adoring the feeling while it lasted, for the same air would soon be the only thing that stood between him and the ground, or even stood between him and his father's pride.
Crow's wings snapped into the proper position as he prepared to leap from the cliff's edge.
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Mar 7, 2009 16:55:52 GMT -5
Tola always loved to pick on her brothers, especially Crow. He was her biggest competition with dad and they both knew it. Tola had proved herself to be stronger than her brother seasons ago, and would gladly prove it again. She had claimed superiority above both Crow and Haven, and would fight for her rightful spot as Alphess someday.
Having had her meal of the day, she had proceeded to follow her usual antics. Crow had snuck off, and she had followed him, waiting for the moment for him to slip up so she could rub it in his face. He had grown taller than her, but she was fairly sure she could still pin him to the ground. She was rather muscular for a female wolf, something she both cherished and despised. She didn't have the figure of your average female, which was intimidating to some, though she could often use that to her advantage. She was a beautiful wolf, taking on after her mother's beauty, but she was also much bigger than most male wolves, not to mention much stronger than most females. Her golden eyes matched her fathers in color, but were much like her mother's as well. It was obvious she was the child of Lucid and Mira. Her eyes always glowed slightly, though not so much as Crows or her Fathers.
She most often loved to catch Crow in the act. He had convinced her of his ability with fire, but she still had one inkling of skepticism... and she would catch him in the act someday and expose him for the liar he was... or so she hoped. Father would be disappointed in him and that was her goal... with Father on her side, it would be easy for her to gain the Alphess position once her parents grew too old.
Her creme-white form stood in the shadows, watching her brother.. waiting. The flamed highlights upon her fur created a unique appearance to her, unlike any other wolf she had met. The perfect blend of orange, yellow and red, fading to the creme-white that was her fur, she thought it was perfect and that it made her that much better than any other female she came across.
Her long hair had grown even more and still hung around her face, flawless. It curled slightly at the ends and fell in layers around her face and her maw, giving her that much of a leg up upon those around her in appearance. Any male would be lucky to even have her consider being her mate, let alone the actual privilege of doing so.
She watched her brother, calmly, waiting... she hadn't picked up her father's temper, though she did pick up his cunning and trickery. She was very proud of the fact that she could many times outsmart those around her, including her brothers once and a while, and she took great pride in herself for this and many other things.
She was stealthed, silent, waiting... for her opportunity to make her move.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Mar 7, 2009 23:18:24 GMT -5
Crow's mighty paws curled over the edge of the boulder he perched on, and exhaling the air he withheld as fast as he could, his nimble hindlegs pushed while his frontlegs pulled and his black and white form rocketed from the boulder and from the cliff, wings snapping opened to catch the updraft that he sensed was coming. ((just a short post, allowing Tola to do what i know she's going to do))
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Mar 7, 2009 23:43:28 GMT -5
Tola watched her brother with wide eyes as he leapt off the cliffs edge. She leaped from the shadows and held her large wings to her sides. The tips of her feathers matched her highlights in her fur quite well.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" [/b] She shouted, partially because she was curious, but partially to throw him off... there was still that spot deep inside that wanted to make him as miserable as possible... no matter the cost. She loved her brother, don't get her wrong, but her first and foremost priority was pleasing Father. She ran to the cliffs edge in curiosity and excitement. So he thought he would try flying, did he? Be the first to fly? She would have to change that. She waited for his reaction before she would leap off the cliff herself. She wanted to use him as a testing subject... a guinea pig, so to speak.[/blockquote]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Mar 8, 2009 0:24:08 GMT -5
The moment his feet left the ground, Crow felt the pull of the land below, only stronger than he had ever felt before. His wings were snapped into place, their joints locked; feathers ruffled wildly with the air about them, and even as Tola yelped to him from behind his wings remained steady, the joints locked with muscle. Crow had practiced with them countless times, testing their muscle capacity, their span, the amount they could stretch, the limit to the bending of the joints. It was true that the strength of his wings alone outweighed the strength of all the limbs of his body from all their workings, they were powerful enough to take from his nimble frame and place upon Father's and hold him in the air.
So his wings did not falter, but his concentration was of another case. His ears tuned to the sudden noise behind him and his legs naturally moved to stop, but there was no ground for them to stop with, istead they were met only by the whipping air below, and when the realization of not stopping clicked, Crow was drawn back into concentration. The draft had caught, but his large form was still on a fast decline down. Crow knew exactly what to do next. His back arched the opposite of the natural way, and like many eagles, falcons, and hawks he had observed constantly over the seasons, his decline arched and leveled, and with the gentle wind, he entered the upward path of the arch he created.
The feeling was exhilarating, as he thought it would be. The pull downward caused adrenaline to course through his veins, the wind tugged and pulled on his long fur and sleek feathers sending chilling shocks of pleasure through his spine. And the resistance of the air before him naturally forced him to slow, making him want more. Within his mind, Crow could feel the slow tendrils of addiction wind their way around this experience. With this much joy, he wondered how any creature with flight could bare to place their feet on solid ground again. Within the few seconds that Crow was in the air, he fell in love with the sky.
Reaching the peak of his arch, he inclined his right wing, causing him to bank quickly to the right, almost too quickly. Crow felt as if his very insides would fly out of his belly with the force of his turning. He made a mental note to not incline his wings so much when at such a slow speed, it threw off his balance. The young wolf then took a deep breath and concentrated on his next task, the stroking of his wings to maintain altitude. It would be the downward stroke that forced against gravity in order to maintain his altitude, but it would be the upward stroke that would create a negative force to combat his altitude. He swallowed and let loose the air he had withheld. Pointing the tips of his wings directly out, Crow forced them down with all his might and muscle. Like predicted, the prevented him from falling any further and he stayed at his current altitude, but upon the upward stroke, he lost more altitude than he gained. He cursed, and with the course of panic, began flapping his wings faster and faster in an attempt to make up for lost altitude.
It proved no use, the altitude gained by his arch was lost with gravity, and with the upward stroke of his wings. Crow stroked faster and faster, though he realized it would do no good the first time. He only had one opportunity to not glide into the canopy of pines below, it was to aim for the ledge from which he leapt from only seconds ago. He made it, but only by slamming into the ledge of the cliff below the flat-top boulder and hanging on with only his front feet. Crow remembered Tola was there, and hurried to pull himself up without asking her, dreading that she might stride over to kick gravel in his face.
He panted heavily and folded his wings to his sides, contemplating deeply on why his wings did not create enough upward thrust and too much downward.
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Mar 8, 2009 0:55:25 GMT -5
Tola watched with baited breath as Crow tried to take flight. For a moment, she thought he would actually succeed... but only for a moment. She glared toward him and flicked her tail, another habit of her fathers that she had picked up.
"You do realize you could have killed yourself? That's the greatest way to get's father's affection and approval... at your death standing over your rotting corpse. Have you mice brains?" [/b] She growled and scoffed at him, raising a paw to scoff him over the ear at his stupidity. "Honestly, do I have to watch your every move?"[/b] She shook her head in disapproval, wondering how she could make him feel lower than the dirt he sat upon. "What would father think if he had known you just tried to commit suicide? Think he'll approve of you then? What a low thing to do... a chicken's way out... you're so spineless... You're an idiot and Father would never approve of you the way he will approve of me."[/b] She growled at him and flicked her tail again. She was considering telling Lucid of Crow's 'Suicide Attempt'... a perfect installation to her plot of gaining fathers full approval.[/blockquote]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Mar 8, 2009 22:02:51 GMT -5
Crow growled, turning to Tola over his shoulder to snap a remark, "Go ahead, tell Father of my suicide, but when I soar higher than the raptors of the skies..." He turned from her, his thoughts trailing. He hadn't known the end of the sentence when he started it. It was always her, always Tola! Though he tried not to let her, she got to him, she stole the words from his maw nearly every time he meant to comment back. He turned his back to her, not letting himself get sucked into her game. He wanted...he needed to figure out exactly the reason his wings would not create enough upward lift to gain altitude.
Crow flicked his tail on purpose, it wasn't an unconscious habit he inherited from Father like Tola had, but Crow made the conscious effort to do it...just like Father. His bare eyes blinked in thought as he turned his attention to the skies. His wings were more than strong enough, he had made sure of that. Their size was enough to carry Father, and Father was much bulkier and carried more weight than him. So it wasn't his strength, Crow determined that, and surly he was aerodynamic enough for flight, that was proven by his quick dive and gain of altitude from the cliff; so what was it? Crow scowled, looking to his paws. Turning to the cliff, he bolted forward, leaping off just as he had minutes ago.
In the air he dove again, but with more confidence this time, narrowing his wings and creating more speed on his decent. Just as he was about to meet the canopy of the trees below, Crow snapped his true wingspan all the way open, arching his back and folding his tails so they would help with his lift. Immediately his path turned upward as he climbed in altitude, much more rapidly than before. Towards the peak of his arch, Crow stroked his large wings, using a different angle as he pulled them up, but to no avail. As he began descending he banked back to the cliff, folding his right wing as he had before.
Crow's paws skidded against the gravel as he slid to a halt on the cliff face. With a snarl and a snap in the air, he whirled his form around and leaped from the edge to try a different angle of stroking his wings, but again, to no avail. With landing on the cliff face for the third time, he spun around again, leaping into the skies to try a different angle. Countless times he leaped, dove, banked, flapped, landed, leaped...but to no avail. His wings created too much downward force as he stroked them up.
Crow landed, skidding on the gravel with his now-worn paws, but this time, he did not spin around. His breath came in pants as his thick chest heaved with the exercise. He had pinpointed the problem...he was too big. Father could fly...but Father wasn't as tall as him, and wouldn't hold as much girth as him. Crow was physically too big for flight. He thought of the eagles, of the raptors in the sky and of his father...he had never seen anything larger than Father ever in the skies. Crow...could not fly.
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Mar 8, 2009 23:45:57 GMT -5
Tola watched her brother fail over and over again. She got enjoyment out of his torment that was obvious as he failed. She scoffed at him and laughed at him and his futile efforts.
This got her thinking... could she fly? She wouldn't try in front of Crow or Haven... she would do it in her own time, work it in her own way and figure it out when no one else was around. She had confidence in most of her abilities, but she wouldn't allow herself to make a fool of herself in front of her brother or any other wolf for that matter. She flicked her tail and sat calmly, brushing the hair from her face.
"Give it up already. It's not like you'll ever succeed... You'll always be second best." [/b] She scoffed again and slowly stood, obviously flaunting her 'superiority' and enjoying every minute she spent bringing Crow down.[/blockquote]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Mar 9, 2009 22:10:40 GMT -5
His eyes shut tight with her remark. She was always there! ALWAYS! Never a moments peace did he get! Whenever he tried something new, she was there, back when they were pups, she was there, before they could venture from the den, she was there...always nipping and pushing while they were young, always snapping and biting with her words and her insults. Tola was always there!
His flame-tipped ears pinned tightly to his skull as he muttered, "...shut up..."
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Mar 9, 2009 22:37:34 GMT -5
Tola knew she was getting to him and enjoyed it... she relished in the moment as she thought up snappy little remarks and retorts.
"Why do you let me get to you so easily? It's because you know I'm speaking the truth, isn't it? You'll amount to nothing... You're not fit to be the Alpha of these lands after Father gets too old... and you'll never outdo me. I'm stronger and better than you and you know it. Just give it up already... you're nothing and you'll always be nothing!" [/b] She flicked her tail and held a smug look on her face as she begged inwardly for a retort back from him. She loved getting under his skin and any time she could, she would. "You're weak... you're worthless. You can't even breath fire like me or Father, can you?"[/b] She smirked... wondering if he would retort. He had done a pretty good job of convincing them he could, but he had never actually proved it. She wanted proof.. and now... and she would find some way to get it out of him... one way or another.[/blockquote]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Mar 9, 2009 23:08:28 GMT -5
"...shut up..." he muttered quietly when she hadn't heeded him the first time. Crow felt his anger boil in his chest, his physically hurt from clenching his eyes shut as hard as he was. She wouldn't shut up, she'd never shut up, never a moment's peace! "...shut up..." His anger flared inside his head, causing a burning headache, Tola always gave him burning headaches. She'd never shut up. 'just give it up already... you're nothing and you'll always be nothing!'
"...shut up, shut up.." He didn't want to hear it any more, he didn't want to hear anything any more. Crow wanted her to go away, he wanted to be alone. His anger raged and burned inside him, the heat was so intense it actually hurt...
'you're weak... you're worthless...you can't even breath fire like me or Father, can you'
"SHUT UP!" Crow's eye snapped open, glowing fiercely, but he could not see Tola clearly. Her white-flamed form was blurry, wavy...as if he was seeing her through a distant heat mirage. But Crow didn't care, he wanted her to shut up and he didn't care how she did it or why, he didn't want to hear her words constantly in his head, constantly tormenting and picking at him. His anger grew...and the air hissed around him.
Steam rolled smoothly from his fur as his eyes glowed with more intensity. The air about him hissed with heat as the moisture around him rolled into steam from the heat that emanated from him. The gravel beneath his paws glowed red, orange, then finally white with the heat, but Crow was unaffected.
He glared at Tola with his fierce eyes, wishing for her to burn.
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His power, hidden from him the entire time, leaving everyone completely oblivious...he had found it. His mind...he could make heat, Crow had awakened it in his spit of anger toward his dear sister. Now, unknowingly, in wishing for Tola to burn, Crow could singe the very fur from her skin, melt the very skin from her bones, truly, she would burn.
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Mar 9, 2009 23:51:29 GMT -5
Tola watched as her words cut deep under his skin... even to the point where she knew it was angering him beyond imagination... she smirked until it got to the point where he began to cause the rock to glow from heat. Her smirk faded slightly as she watched, unsure of what he was about to do or what he could do. She had never actually seen him use abilities.
She grew a little frightened, but didn't let it show. If he wanted to pick a fight, then she would surely fight him and beat him... she wasn't about to let him reign superior over her. She grinned broadly as she took a breath inward, shooting a streak of fire out of her mouth to remind him she did know how to use her abilities and wasn't afraid of him.
If he wanted to pick a fight, he had it. If he did anything to hurt her, Father would be furious... and same for the reverse. A little scuffle here and there wouldn't hurt, but to intentionally try to seriously hurt or kill one another would infuriate Father, wouldn't it? She hoped it would... though sometimes, she wasn't entirely sure about him.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Mar 10, 2009 0:33:12 GMT -5
Crow flinched, waiting for the stream of flame he was sure would burn...but he never felt its kiss.
He cracked one blue eye opened to see if her aim was true, and to his surprise, it was. The long stream of fire hit solid on his chest, but he felt nothing. His black fur didn't curl with the heat and his skin didn't sting with the burn, for there was none. Crow blinked again, looking to his sister through the blurry waves of heat that rolled from the air around him. His mind still was on fire, flaring with the headache caused by his anger...but the fire didn't hurt, there was no throbbing burn like before. It had been released. Crow's tails flicked behind him as he thought.
He had received the heat of the fire and the telepathy to contort it from Father. Crow's tails flicked again, what had he gotten from Mother?
He looked to Tola, curiosity hiding within his pupiless eyes. He breathed in deeply, and let go as slow as possible, calming his burning mind. The breathing exercises he had taught himself had come in handy. As his mind cooled, so did the air about him. The waves of heat disappeared as the gravel beneath him cooled, leaving half-melted imprints of his large paws permanently where he stood. As his mind cooled, an odd sensation became his mind where his burning headache had just occupied. His mind was...cold. Breathing in once more, Crow concentrated. Immediately he felt the outstretching of his mind that was telepathy. It was a strange, out of body experience. He felt as if he had no shape, no form, he was only a string of unseeable energy reaching out into the world. He directed his cooling mind to Tola.
Dew from the moisture in the air formed upon his cold form, dripping from his rough chest and twin tails. His breath came in a visible fog as he breathed deeply, cooling the air instantly above Tola, causing all of the moisture in the air above her to suddenly liquefy and fall upon her like a quick spirt of rain.
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Mar 10, 2009 1:03:09 GMT -5
Tola watched as Crow expressed and revealed his powers. She was both amused and extremely interested, wondering what else he could do... she soon regretted that thought as he caused a flow of water to fall onto her and her pelt. Her hair lay flat against her face as she got soaked. She glared at him, her eyes glowing slightly brighter than normal, as she slowly made the water steam from her body.
"So that's how it is, eh? Well, I'll show you, you worthless pile of bear dung!" [/b] She growled at him and tried to think of what she could do to him. She had found out that her fire didn't hurt him... but what could she do? She was easily more physically strong than him... and could pin him down with ease in that sense, though he was bigger than her. She had gained her fathers brute force and muscles... she had noticed everything she had inherited from her father... or so she thought. She wasn't sure what else she could do, fully wishing to practice upon her fire breathing to constantly show up her brother. She only assumed she had inherited her looks from her mother... perhaps there was more? She thought for a moment, before she even attempted anything. In an effort to strike him down, she ran full force and tackled him. "How dare you!"[/b] she thought as she growled and bit toward his face and neck. She wasn't playing games anymore. She would show Crow, if it were the last thing he were to do.[/blockquote]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Mar 10, 2009 12:54:51 GMT -5
He should have expected such a reaction. Tola always had a temper, but it was only now that she had ever been 'got back at'. Haven never was the one to deny her what flew from her lips, and he...he had always stood in his place, just as Father had ordered. But now, Crow was determined to challenge his placing.
His senses weren't quick enough outside his mind to react fast enough as she raced toward him, but as she forced him onto the ground, the impact seemed to jar his mind back into his body. He brought his large paws up to her shoulders to hold her form back. Had Crow not been as tall as he was, her snaps and bites would not meet only air. He held her from him as she pushed with more and more force with every bite, her eyes seemed wild with something he couldn't quite place.
No matter which way he twisted or pushed, she wouldn't let up. And as he turned in an attempt to roll from underneath her while still holding her away, her fangs struck against his cheek. Crow could feel the wet blood from the small wound trickle down his skull, around the base of his ear and to the ground. Crow snarled in pain as the cut suddenly flared with heat, but it only took him a heartbeat to realize that it was not her. The heat quickly spread from the wound into his mind, the same flaring headache as before. Crow scowled in concentration through his empty eyes, directing the heat through the remainder of his body; first down his spine, then through his belly, and finally up to his paws. The same heat that melted his prints into the gravel would now melt his prints into her flesh.
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Mar 10, 2009 13:14:27 GMT -5
Tola growled and bit toward him in an angry rage. She fought against him and was determined to put him in his place. This was when her teeth caught his skin. She could taste his blood in her mouth and she grinned at him during this process. Shortly afterward, she could feel a burning sensation on her fur. She smelled the smell of burnt flesh and yelped in pain.
Thinking quickly, she caused the burns to cool themselves by changing the temperature of the fire that still remained there from her brothers paws. His pawprints stood out against her white fur. This infuriated her even more as she howled at him in a fighting cry.
The pain had begun to subside very quickly as she looked back. It appeared that she had gained another of her fathers abilities... healing. The wounds healed over nearly instantly and looked almost as if nothing had happened. Considering she hadn't recieved an ability from her mother, she assumed this was the result. Crow had an ability from both mother and father.
This brought a thought to her mind as she grinned a large grin. She was invincible! Any wound's Crow would put onto her would heal! She could attack him and win any fight against him! This gave her an extra boost of confidence. She again charged him and concentrated on the heat around his body. She wanted to make it cold, to make it change drastically in temperature... she willed it and wanted it, but he wasn't producing fire, so it was difficult, if impossible, for her to do it.
She growled again at him as she paced back in forth, almost in a prowling manner. She was trying to figure out how she would win this fight. She could see it going on for hours at the rate it was going. If she could just catch him by surprise and withstand his heat for a moment... just long enough to incapacitate him so she would triumph in the fight. She prowled, thinking... waiting..t o make her move.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Mar 10, 2009 13:51:06 GMT -5
As Tola leaped back he took the opportunity of his release to flip like lightning to his feet and stand at his full height. He watched with an unflinching gaze as Tola healed herself, no surprise. Crow let the wound of his cheek drip slowly to a stop, it was only a small nip. As he stood still while she paced he could feel the rocks mold like mush beneath his heated feet, there would be imprints left here as well. His blue eyes never left Tola's prowling figure. He couldn't even stand to imagine how furious she was at him. One ear flicked, trying to rid itself of the sensation of Crow's blood dripping around it.
When Tola didn't make any further advances, most likely contemplating how she would win the fight if she couldn't touch him, Crow let his eyes wander to the cliff edge. Tola wouldn't notice his diverted attention as he kept his skull looking in her direction, but his eyes held no pupils and if they wandered, she wouldn't know. As he felt the surrounding moisture in the air roll into steam off of his wingtips, an idea struck him. If he could reach with his mind to cool the air in a specific area, he could reach his mind to heat the air in specific areas. Heated air rose. Crow licked his lips with the idea, his own saliva hissing on his chops. Could he heat the air beneath his wings in order to gain altitude?
His eyes came back to Tola, the idea screaming at him from within his burning head.
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Mar 10, 2009 14:07:20 GMT -5
Tola watched her brother, contemplating. If he would just turn his back to her for a moment, she could spring on it and use that brief moment to inflict some damage to him in order to try to win the fight. She was invincible, so she would fight the searing pain that might happen for a moment to incapacitate him the best she could.
She tensed her muscles, ready to spring at him should he try to dart one way or another. She was ready and would be ready to spring at him should he show any sign of turning his back toward her in any way. She wanted to show him.... to prove to him... that she was better and that she always would be.
"Did you see that, Crow? I can heal... just like Father... another thing I can do that you can't that makes me even more like Father. Wait until I tell him! Wait until he finds out how much like him I am. It'll secure my spot as the heir to his packlands... you do know he's looking to have one of us follow in his pawsteps. You'll never get that opportunity... you're too weak... you're nothing like Father and you'll never amount to anything in his eyes!" [/b] Her goal was to make him angry... to make him clouded in his judgement... to distract him in some way so she could attack. He was so easily angered and she always loved to use that to her advantage.[/blockquote]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Mar 10, 2009 14:21:50 GMT -5
Crow's glowing eyes narrowed at her comment, his ears slowly rotated against his burning skull. She would never shut up.
Concentrating, he reached with his mind, reached to the air directly to the side of her face. Faster than she could blink, the now superheated patch of air smacked her directly across her cheek. Knowing that would distract her, Crow turned, sprinting with his enormous strides to the cliff edge. And with one bound, he leaped from the drop-off and narrowed his form into a dive.
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Mar 10, 2009 14:34:58 GMT -5
She growled loudly when he distracted her. She cursed to herself as she shook her maw and looked to where he was. She had caught him and darted toward him just before he jumped off the cliff. She watched him dive off, quickly contemplating whether or not she should jump after him. She would heal herself, granted... but would she actually be able to fly?
"Way to run from a fight, Crow! You're never going to amount to anything!" [/b] She shouted after his falling form. She growled and howled her victory at his retreating body. She was learning his tricks and would be ready for them next time. She knew what he could do now... she could finally expose his lie that he told about being able to breath fire like Father. She could expose him! She could reign superior again... he was running from a fight.... basically surrendering. She was still in charge and at the top of the pecking order... so to speak.[/blockquote]
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