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Post by ! w o l f o x. on Jun 25, 2009 0:57:15 GMT -5
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Such a strange, curious creature; words to describe the fae as she wandered through the lands with no intentions of any sort. She was doing what she always did, travel. Her nose twitched slightly, the cool air brushing against the sensitive snout and she smelt other wolves in the wind. This did not surprise her, it wasn't like she was expecting there to be no traces of other wolves what-so-ever. Her bright, pink tongue flicked out lazily and lapped at her nose. Her golden orbs glanced to and fro across the land and she ignored the tickling sensation as the grass brushed against the scales on her stomach. Her ears were erect and attentive, scanning her surroundings for anything the fae could not hear.
She suddenly dipped her head low, placing her snout in the dirt. The smell elected a small yip from her throat and she raised her head, her paws quickly digging at the dirt until she found treasure. An old carrion cash. She wasn't a selfish being all the time and knew it belonged to someone, but her stomach reminded her that she was hungry with a small gargle. She glanced once again at her surroundings and pawed through the cash, taking the second to smallest piece before burying it once again. She walked away, her head low, her curled tail tucked between her legs, and her hairs on end. She felt bad, for stealing someone's food. Who knows, it could have been used to feed upcoming pups, the dying elderly, a starving pack. But she needed substance, and surely, whoever's cash it was would understand that she meant well when they found that only one, minuscule piece was taken... one that could be the difference between life or death for another varg.
She had all but stopped in her tracks now, and with a heavy sigh, she returned to the cash and slowly, with one paw, dug it back up again. She dropped the carrion back in it and covered it for the final time. Her mouth dripping with saliva, tasting the remnants of the morsel on her lips, but she was a good fae (at times) and walked a few paces away. She sat there, waiting. Surely, someone had to come get something from the cash, or another animal would smell it and come to find it and she could eat it- something! It was the witty thing to do, something that would not get herself killed.
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Post by kerrigan on Jun 25, 2009 1:19:09 GMT -5
He wandered. Not aimlessly, fore he had a purpose, but with little speed. He wasn't in the mood to hurry. Nor was he in the mood to run around randomly. Yet again, he was out to refresh the scent markers, make sure their were no loners on his land, and just take a survey of all that was and would be a part of his packlands. Even a loner would be part of the lands for a time. The minute a loner stepped over the border, they would be within his district and subject to his laws, making them his like everything else on this patch of earth. It wasn't a cruel possession, just one that made sure he knew that some things he had to protect, others had to be gotten rid of to keep safe the whole. But that was not the point of this walk. The point, was that he was hungry and he had work to do.
He massive frame moved easily through the large marsh grass and over the mud-slick bottom that he had claimed as his home. He rather liked this home, however unsatisfactory it might seem to others. Daybreak made it beautiful, and the summer melts made it fresh. Right now, the scent of running water and cheery new plant life made his nose twitch and the air he sucked in fresh and light. He loved this time of year. these few short weeks when the marsh flooded with the ice melts from the mountains. When animals and plants flourished. It was a good time, and made him love the land. Soon, though, the summer would burn away much of the water, and the stick of rotting vegetation and animals would singe the nose. But it would be fine, since it never dried absolutely and there was always the small ponds of fresh water toward the southern end to go to for drink.
A sudden rustle had him flicking to attention and whipping after it without thought, muscles flexing, paws flying, black coat slicking back. Second later he was again easing his way across the marsh, a hare hanging loose and limp in his mug. Lime tinted audits flicked and his nostrils of the same color flared. Stranger. Female. Fire. Young. The information shattered through his brain and he gave a flick of his tail. His head tilted before he darted off to see who had come to his land now. Was she friendly? Willing to join? Just a wanderer? If it was just a passing loner, he would be happy to know the last alphess's harsh treatment of them had finally been let go. The bunny thumped his chest and he ignored it as he spotted a shape ahead. He couldn't bark to warn, so he landed with a splash in the water, disturbing his silent movements. He slowed down slightly, ears and tail up. He was alpha, but he meant no harm at the moment. The statement was clear and he paced forward more to set the rabbit down on a bit of dry ground.
"Greetin's to ye. Can I ask ye a wee bi' o' a ques'ion? Who're ye, an' fore wha' reas'n do ye travel through Nigori?"
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Post by ! w o l f o x. on Jun 25, 2009 14:02:55 GMT -5
. xXx . Sabbath
Eventually, Sabbath's hunger subsided, the ache in her belly a dull throb that could easily be ignored. She no longer thought of the hoard of meat she had found that was only a few paces away, no, she would not betray someone like that. A small whine escaped her lips as she shifted, laying down on the ground. Her scales along her belly scraped the gravel and her tail uncurled, laying flat against the ground and the scales making scraping noises as it moved back and forth across the ground.
A splash brought her attention forth from the dead and she sat up, her golden orbits spotting a black wolf with green markings like none she had ever seen. It was a refresher for the eyes and she placed a pleasant smile upon her face as the other approached her. She could see and smell the rabbit. She wondered if this brute was the owner of the cash and had come to place more game in the pile of carrion. Or maybe he had nothing to do with it at all. She would ask, but she wasn't willing to risk a fight.
Her eyes followed the rabbit with intense interest, but she knew that staring was rude and looked back to the other varg. She took a sudden interest with his bright green eyes. They were purely enchanting and a completely different color scheme than what she was used to. As he spoke, she withheld her giggles. It wasn't cruel laughter, but joyed laughter as his accent was something refreshing as well. It wasn't a bad thing, but she knew it could be taken the wrong way and instead smiled to his question. "My name's Hellion... I go by the name of Sabbath. I wish... actually... I don't know what I'm doing..." Her happy tone of voice had trailed off at the end and gave way to her depression.
Where was she headed? What did she plan to do? No one had truly ever asked her these questions since she had been exiled from her family. She shook her head, no, not her family, her former pack. Her golden eyes reflected pain and her ears flattened against her head. She pawed at the ground nervously, surely she wanted something...
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Post by kerrigan on Jun 25, 2009 20:50:59 GMT -5
She was an odd looking creature. Scaled and tailed and red as sin. He hadn't seen anyone quite so un-wolf like since that lizard had tried to claim the packland when Chevara had died. (And no, he wouldn't call him Whiplash, even in his head). Not that Kerrigan much cared that she looked odd. Everyone looked strange in this land and he wondered if there even was a true definition of 'strange' in this world where anything was possible. He hadn't met so many different appearances to wolves in all his life till he had come here looking for a pack to claim. Not all bad, but still, sometime he wondered if they were even truly wolf. He tilted his head at the female, curiously. His thoughts weren't mean, just true and easy. Filling up with random thoughts and different perceptions. His tail gave a flick as she laughed at him. His ears settled back in a disgruntled movement.
He let his gaze cool, becoming more impersonal. His black paws shifted in the dirt, digging it up with neon lime claws. As his usually, he didn't really give a whole hell of a lot when some one decided he talked funny. He flicked his gaze to the rabbit, wondering what he'd do with it now since he couldn't eat it. Damn thing would start to rot in a little bit. He nudged it further onto the dry patch of grass but looked up as the reptilian wolf spoke. She sounded polite enough and he gave his audits a quick flick. Actually....she sounded happy, and that was weird considering her statement. But then, it had turned a little dark at the end. No big there, seeing as he'd been lost himself a few times. He brushed aside her rude giggling and a small smile lifted the lime gums of his mouth.
"'Hen welcome, Hellion...er..Sabbath," he slurred, trying out both names. Each came out mangled. "Heel-yon" and "Sah-bath" was not really correct, but he didn't mind. He didn't even know why a wolf needed two different names anyway. He had two, but the last was just for his pack and he carried it around from habit. He'd need to drop that and replace it later for this land, but he'd become comfortable with his old one. He lowered his head in a polite bow, seconds after the words even though his thoughts leaped ahead before the motion even started. "I be Kerrigan, Alpha o' 'hese lands ye call Nigori," he murmured in return, blinking at her with his electric eyes. "I ken w'ere I be and wha' I be doin', bu' I ken well tha' ye will fin' yer way a' one poin'," he murmured, letting his rump settle on the ground without worry over the soft, spongy and soaked earth.
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Post by ! w o l f o x. on Jun 25, 2009 22:20:54 GMT -5
. xXx . Sabbath
Her mind righted itself again and she smiled at the brute as he pronounced his name in his special language. She found his speaking rather soothing and only wished for him to continue talking. His bright vibrant color gums drew her eyes to them and she wondered, briefly, if he changed colors. Did the lime green of his body suddenly change into bright blue at any given moment, or was he a green and black wolf all the time. She wanted to hang around and find out what he did do. His fangs were somewhat powerful, larger than any fangs she had seen before, and just the sheer way he presented himself; it seemed right that Kerrigan be the alpha of these lands.
Actually, it wasn't like she'd been farther into these lands than finding the cash of meat and trying to talk herself into taking it. But his insight was powerful as well. His words, though Sabbath enjoyed just the sound of it, were deep and she could understand them on a deeper level. Her audits perked up, her tail swinging to and fro once again at his words. They had filled her with something akin to hope and drew forth a small yip from her maw. "Wise words," She spoke carefully. Her golden optics glanced around, her surroundings nothing new to the fae and then closed as her smile increased to a grin, crinkling the edges of her eyes in a nice, serene way.
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Post by kerrigan on Jun 25, 2009 22:55:36 GMT -5
He let out a soft breath as the female listened to him with an odd expression on her scalled muzzle. He tilted his head in curiousity but let it go. He didn't get many visitors, or he hadn't recently, and he hope she would be the turning point of that luck. It was probably wrong to think of this female as a 'turning point', but he was getting worried about the fact there were no wolves traveling this far. He did appreciate her as her own being, but...she could be an omen. Ancestors did he need one! His breathed in her scent to make sure he'd remember it, and let his forelegs stretch out into a more comfortable position. Even though his height decreased, he was still a large wolf. He gave her a soft smile, happy his words had lifted her spirits. He had only repeated what his mother had always murmured to her pups, and it had always made him feel hopeful as well.
He tilted his head at her words. "I 'hink i' has had wee bi' o' time fer it ta grow in'o wisdom meself," he murmured, eyes gentle. He had just given a piece of his generation to hers. She may speak it to her own pups as he would his. And it would only gather it's truth as it went through the lines of wolves that would hear the line. This small moment, would probably continue in its small way...and he didn't even think of this. He just offered it to comfort the female. Kerrigan was just like that.
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Post by ! w o l f o x. on Jun 26, 2009 23:44:51 GMT -5
. xXx . Sabbath
His words rang in her head and probably would for the rest of her life. She would repeat these words to her cubs- if she ever got any. It was a little known thing, she was a seductress (why she hadn't begun the process on this brute, no one would ever know), and refused to mate with any one of them except the one. That is, if she ever found him. He had to be out there somewhere... right? But anyway, males avoided her because of her looks, her attitude, and her personality. It was a rare thing for her to hold a conversation for long.
The reason for why she was in the conversation that was happening suddenly attacked her mind. She glance to the rabbit, to the ground where she had dug up her wanna-be-lunch and the pile of dirt looked freshly turned, and then up to Kerrigan's gleaming eyes. She wanted desperately to ask about the cash, but she didn't want to face the wrath of this brute if it was his. But if he went to dig it up, found her scent all over it, what would happen? More trouble, that's what. More trouble because she hadn't said anything before she had been found out. Laying back on the ground, she showed submission, through it wasn't necessary. Her audits lay back against her skull and horns and her tail wrapped itself about her right flank. A whimpering noise escaped her muzzle as she dared to ask, "Is that cash, over there, yours?"
She clenched her eyes shut tightly and placed her paws over her maw with another frayed whimper. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it! I was hungry, famine polluted my mind! I took a piece- a small piece. But I put it back! Honest to the Ancestors, I did!" She roughed out from her vocal chords. Her panic overthrew her need to survive, to take chances. But her mind just seem to falter this single time, making her spill her grief. She dared to open a singular golden eye to look at the other wolf, to see his reaction to her words. She knew she sounded weak in that one moment, but she was a good fae, honest, and this was her one falter for the year to show it. [/color][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by kerrigan on Jun 27, 2009 1:42:53 GMT -5
He watched her body shift. Lower to the ground, ears flattening, even her horns tilted back in worry. And when the tail plastered itself to her side he peered down at himself to make sure he wasn't throwing off "I'm gonna eat yew!" vibes. No...he gave his tail an experimentry flick, curling it high a moment before letting it relax against his rump. What was up? His ears flicked back too, and he took a step forward, intent on finding out just what was wrong with her but she beat him to it with a question. His masculine face turned puzzle, head cocking almost horizontal as he thought to why there would be a cash way out on the edge of the territory. Hellion - er Sabbath - fell silent again and he let his mind ignore her as he lowered his muzzle to the ground and took a deep breath. Fox. His muzzle wrinkled, but a sudden whimper from the fae had his head whipping up with a snort that was so choked it would be funny in any other situation.
Her loud words hit his ears and he sighed out a breath. Was that all she was worried about? He gave his pelt a shake and stalked forward, long legs covering ground. No, he wasn't going to make a meal of her, actually, his throat gave a rumble and he nudged the scaled femme on her shoulder. "Hush, lass. 'S'nae me meal ye found. We doonae hae cashes 'ere. All 'he food is 'aken back ta camp," he murmured, lifted his head to prod her back into a less...cowering state with one front paw. His ears twitched up attentively before he hopped away a second to grasp his rabbit in sharp jaws. Seconds later it fell with a plop in front of Sabbath. "Eat i'," he said, blinking lime orbs at her. His tone was rather...fatherly. How odd...but it any event, it was a rough, slightly amused command.
Not at her expense, but just the fact he'd never seen anyone react so to taking food. If she was this bad at lying...A gentle smile flickered over his muzzle and he sat down on marsh grasses, tail curling around his paws. "We hae food nuff 'ere. I'll nae horde i' all. An' ye found a fox's hidy-hole. I mus' ken well ta run 'im off la'er," the last part was murmured to himself as he peered around the area, keeping a look out for said fox or any of his other pack members.
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Post by ! w o l f o x. on Jun 29, 2009 22:28:55 GMT -5
. xXx . Sabbath As he stepped closer to her, she flinched, but just barely. Was she in trouble, had she done something unforgivable. She swore she saw her entire life flash before her eyes. DILIVI, a good acquaintance, finding her after her exilement and forming a small band of broken wolves. Those had been the days, when the renegades of the lands became the nightmares of little cubs. Her name had been Hell's Sabbath, leading into her nickname, Sabbath. DILIVI had been The Fallen... And Sabbath didn't know where the other fae was now.
Had she taken a lover, after the tragedy that befell the pack. Her mind whirled as she remembered, clear as day, the pack of the broken, falling apart at the seams. A large pack of male wolves, had approached their den when the other males had been out hunting, and they tore apart the camp. They killed pups, Death, Acid, and Decay... the poor things never had a chance. But their bodies, the way the males had sliced their jaws into the helpless pups, had unleashed their namings. Death's dead body had killed the male right away. Acid's blood seeped into their fur, their blood system, ate away at their tissue. And Decay's body had caused the skin of the male to fall away.
Sabbath could still hear the terrible cries of the pups, and the mournful howling of DILIVI, who had lost all she knew. She shouted, screamed at Sabbath to run...
and she did
She swore she was still running from everything to this day, and she let out a small whine at the memories of her life. She thought she was gonna die, but soon found a nose pushing her shoulder. She looked up to Kerrigan, and sure enough, he had no fangs bared at her viciously, he had no growls spilling from his mouth. In fact, after his words of reassurance, he placed the rabbit in front of her. She stretched her head forward, her front teeth barely nipping the kill, and she looked back up to Kerrigan. "Wanna share?" She asked timidly, her eyes darting between the brute and the food. But as he spoke again, she heard of foxes. Wow, foxes. She knew the buggers, had actually managed to catch one herself back in her old pack, earning her some top of the line privileges. It had tasted quite delicious, and no one had caught another since then, not that Sabbath had attempted to, but she had tried to teach a young, wandering cub the art. It was tough, and when the cub didn't show one evening, she left without a second thought.
All her thoughts of cubs, pack life, the strength that DILIVI had shown by telling her to run when they were outnumbered, it brought Sabbath back to a simpler time. When she didn't have to be her own mother, her own sibling. She could just be herself and have others around her who cared. She glanced up to Kerrigan, he was an alpha. With a smile on her face, she dared to ask, "Do you think there's any way I could join your pack, Ker?" She didn't care much for formal speech, she never had to use it in her lifetime. The alpha's favorite daughter, a top member in a strongly knit pack. Language was not something she needed to worry about. But she didn't dare stop to think, even this one time, should I talk a certain way?
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Post by kerrigan on Jun 30, 2009 1:15:38 GMT -5
There was a flea. Right behind his ear. He tried to pay attention to the females behavior. He really did. He commanded his foot to stay on the ground but it twitched randomly up like he had a muscle spasm. It...was going to drive him insane. He could so ignore it. Absolutely. A low whine built in his throat and his eyes turned slightly hazed. Even as the female in front of him leaned toward the rabbit he let his rump hit the ground. His back leg came up and he twisted his head. A few harsh kicks that looked like they should have ripped his skin off, the flea was gone. Or not biting in the spot. He gave a soft snort as Sabbath asked the question and he lifted a front paw to wave it at her, his immediate problem solved. "Oi told ye ta ea' i'. I can always catch more," he woofed, rising to his paws once again and giving himself a very thorough shake. And then the gnawing began on his butt. He huffed and wondered why was he having an issue now.
With a suddenness that was scary his pelt flared and crackled. Lime flared almost too bright before fading off. Anything that had been on his pelt was now dead. He smiled, very pleased with himself. He gave his audits a twitch and once again looked around the area. Strange the other wolves in the pack hadn't come wandering out here. The wolf in front of him spoke again, drawing his attention back. He flashed a smile. "O' course ye may, Sabbath. I see nae a problem wit' ye," he woofed, lime nose twitching. This time he sat down with more grace, curling his lime edged tail around him paws, completely hiding them. The tip gave a twitch before stilling. He suddenly realized the female had used a nickname, and not his full name. His face turned quizzical as he looked back at Sabbath, one ear angled down.
When he searched and found he didn't care, he gave a visible, wolfish shrug and let it go. Yeah, he didn't care much about formal greetings, and right now he could care less. Just as long as they knew who was alpha and who was in charge in the end, he didn't care what they called him. Well...as long as they said it respectfully. He ran his lime tongue over his muzzle and let his lime claws dig into the dirt he sat upon. What did he say now?
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Post by ! w o l f o x. on Jul 1, 2009 21:51:08 GMT -5
. xXx . S a b b a t h Sabbath looked at the rabbit with calculating eyes and grabbed it with her paws, bringing it to her body with ease. She peeled the hide away carefully and took a small bite out os the tender meat. She glanced up to Kerrigan, her gratitude showing in her face. And as he accepted her to the pack, her tail thumped and swished along the ground. It had been so long since she had experienced pack life, and she could only hope that the rest of Kerrigan's pack was as accepting of her as he was.
Pack life had been so great for her. She had bettered herself in ways that she would not have been able to do on her own. Her ears flicked backwards and then forward, brushing against her horns as she tried to remember a time when she had ever seen another wolf with the same type of appendages... and none came to mind. She desperately searched for another with horns of which did not particularly belong to the wolven species. Horns of a ram. Her tail ceased movement and she looked to the rabbit, taking another bite before looking back to Kerrigan.
Silence reigned over both of the varg and Sabbath pondered within her mind, trying to think of what to say next. Was there anything to say? Of course there was, they had just met and she had just been accepted into the pack. There had to be something to say...
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Post by kerrigan on Jul 7, 2009 1:10:23 GMT -5
He stared across his lands, listening to the female eat his catch. He didn't mind sharing his food and thus felt no remorse for handing over the dead beast. He stomach have a clench and he smiled slightly. His gut didn't agree, but he had enough food here and the fae needed something. Though her guilt was tangible over taking something from a catch, he had a feeling she would have gone back again. Hare were easy to catch, but only if you had the energy to race after them. After a few missed kills a wolf could loose confidence and starve. Kerrigan himself had never had that problem. He was large and able to take down what he wished under the size of a full grown doe. And his powers helped him along. He had felt starvation when he was younger, and he didn't now because he'd promised himself nothing like that was ever going to ravage his body again.
He turned to look down at Sabbath and noticed her look. He smiled lightly in response before sliding himself down into a laying position, long lime limbs stretched before him. His ears flickered about and the silence reigned. Kerrigan had never minded stillness. The soft muting of conversation as good for thinking, and the marsh was never actual silent. The grass swished across each other and in the distance a frog gave a base bellow and plopped into the waters. Crickets chirped their stories and the birds cooed in the trees. His tail curled lazily before settling against the ground. Repeat action. His teeth gave a soft click, a sound he made for the large sabers. He tilted his head and watched the new femme and decided she didn't like the silence. He enjoyed it and loathed to break it, but he was all to please.
"When ye finish tha', I'll take ye ta the camp. Ye can choose yer den, and mee'...well, the two tha' make up the pack," he said, a smile smile curling his lips. His shoulder gave a twitch as he shifted his weight.
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Post by ! w o l f o x. on Jul 23, 2009 15:17:54 GMT -5
. xXx . S a b b a t h
The silence gave way to calm. But though Sabbath hated when everything was silent, she could get used to this. Her nights used to be only filled with silence when another wolf would be around, scaring away anything that moved. Her nights used to be sleepless, hour shifts of sleep in one spot- no more. Anything more than that risked her being found. She had spent the remainder of her life being elusive, after her pack had been destoryed. She wanted no other wolves to find her, and she didn't want to risk a wolf finding her being from the brutes that killed her pack.
But now, she felt as if she could relax. She had a pack now, with a nice alpha. If there was one thing Sabbath had learned, if the alpha is nice, so are the followers. She would feel welcome, and she would be able to get a full night's rest. She would have a pack to protect her and a pack to serve.
Kerrigan's words brought her back to attention. A den? She would get her own den? Her tail thumped against the ground rapidly in her pleasure. She had heard of many packs using one large den, and wolves kept gaurd outside... but here- she would have her own den? Her audits flicked up and her tongue rolled out of her mouth, a grin spreading across her face. This new pack was already better than her past. This new pack that she had been accepted into was already exceeding her expectations and she was already proud to be a member of it. [/color]
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