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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Jan 31, 2008 10:08:11 GMT -5
A chill wind blew across the plains, sending chills down her spine. The sky was a cloudy gray, as if it were going to snow soon and add more of a desolate tundra look to the plains that Masina stood upon.
After Glaukos claimed the lands for her newly found pack, she had decided to pad off and wander to find a place where she could collect her thoughts and discover what she could about the other packs that had been claimed. She was fairly sure that Lucid was the pack leader of the mountains and this scared her slightly, though she was beginning to get used to the feeling and was able to hide her fear scent that was nearly inexistent. She had wandered off on her own to clear her mind and think through some things and events that have happened.
Glaukos was a great leader and she was glad to be a part of his pack. She enjoyed his company. She wondered what would happen when other members joined or when Sakura returned for Glaukos to tell him whether or not she wanted to be a part of his pack.
I hope she is respectful towards him. I don't think she'll be as disrespectful as Chevara was, but you never know. He is an alpha and he does deserve respect, whether or not others believe it or not. Masina thought this to herself as she gazed into the distance.
Masina's mind wandered toward Corrinth and his claiming of the Toko Forest. The large brute had once been a part of her original pack... and he had offered to have her join his pack shortly before Masina had met Glaukos.
Corrinth is a great leader and a great Alpha, but I don't think it would have been a good idea to join his pack... I was the former alphen daughter... a princess, of sorts, you could say... and he knew that. That caused him to treat me as such, when that is no longer who I am or a part of me. That was all lost long ago when Lucid destroyed the life that I once cherished. She pondered for a moment longer. Corrinth was exiled from the pack... was it because of Lucid? Or did my father exile him? He seems like such a kind soul and I was young... very young... so I cannot remember fully what happened when he was in the pack. All I really remember is he was there one day and gone the next.
Her thoughts began to race as she thought of more and more things and one thing led to another. The wind howled around her, sending flurries of snow blowing around her, but she barely noticed it as she stared intently in the distance, almost as if she were in a trance, and thought.
What about Lucid? What are his plans? I know for a fact that he has returned... I can feel it... and sense it. Is he out to kill me? I had barely escaped with my life... did he discover that I was still alive? Or was he after Corrinth? After all, Corrinth had wondered himself if Lucid had given pursuit of him after his exile. Would he wish to harm either of them? This Masina would not allow... Lucid will have to learn and deal with the fact that he cannot win everything and that he cannot have everything.
Masina flicked her tail and continued to think. She sat calmly in a small area that could almost be a bed and shielded herself from the wind. She then found her focal point and continued to stare into the distance, her train of thought not faltering.
The wind blew around her ferociously. Anyone who passed by wouldn't be able to see her unless they had a keen sense or a keen eye. She was nearly hidden underneath the blanket of snow, though her golden markings would give way that there was actually something there. Not to mention her large, golden wings. Surely someone would find her?
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jan 31, 2008 21:38:42 GMT -5
[[umm...sorry is so long...*hides* I have too much muse...]]
A white stag roamed upon the open plains; its antlers, hooves, its very eyes glistening with pale coloration. The drifts of snow cast it merely as a ghost onto the land, blending perfectly in with the white world around it. Its pointed hooves stabbed through the layer of frozen land down to the skin; the skin that was the hidden grasses and weeds. So hidden that the creature had to dig sharply just to uncover what small amount lay beneath the ice blankets of winter. And though the rare creature was quite a marvelous spectacle to behold, it was not a mighty one; far from it, if truth be told. The stag’s white eyes held no life, no light, only the fight and struggle to survive, while it’s bones protruded in such a ghastly way through its white skin that one might think it made of sticks. The stag was at a great effort to survive, the only terra that held surroundings to accommodate such a unique quality was the Plains. The Plains were the only lands that the albino could lay camouflaged in, and that was only in the winter time. Ironically, the very Plains that hid the stag so very well with their own white skin, held so little vegetation and resources in the winter that living here in the cold season was a certain death wish. And the stag did so sourly wish to be freed of its miserable existence shaped of nothing but starvation and suffering.
And still with the stag’s suffrage, other creatures felt it as well. A white wolf stalked through the terra, the snow slowing his usual lupine trotting into a steady walk, his long legs the only variable keeping him from floundering and battling the shifting snow. But though the wolf’s way was held steady and tall, the tormenting effects of winter were already beginning to wreck his solid frame. Bones, though not as nearly as predominant as the stag’s, were becoming more noticeable, even through the wolf’s shaggy and ragged pelt. But unlike the stag, neither hunger, nor suffering shown in his eyes. The amber eyes of the white only revealed…distance.
Distance, cold, unconquerable distance; all contained within the white’s gaze. Nothing but a lightless, cold stare was ever given by the white; so lightless and cold in fact that it rivaled the stare of the dead. But in the distance, only if one truly could bare to look into the lifeless eyes long enough, there could perhaps be seen even greater pain and suffering than the death-wishing stag. The golden gaze seemed so rock hard and impenetrable that it held back the very gates of Hell.
And so the white, with his Hell-holding eyes, came steadily upon the stag. Both merely stood, staring upon each other, eyes lifeless and suffering, bodies thin and cold. The wolf, pleading for life, the stag, pleading for release.
The white stag, with his antlers tall and body frail, was the one to make the first move. His dagger hooves struck the ground with a heavy thud and he raised his gaze to look down upon the wolf, but even as he stood brave against his weakness, his eyes pleaded for release. He looked deeply to the wolf, into the distant, amber gaze. ’Take me,’ his pale eyes pleaded. And so the wolf obliged…but it was not in the kindest of fashions. The white canine only had to leap once to be upon the stag’s chest, and with no resistance, the great stag was felled to the pastel Field that once promised him life. And with a swift slash of fangs, the wolf ripped the throat from the stag in a bloody array. And the once, rare, white skin of the stag was stained red with its life. And with the single movement, both the melancholy desires of the white beasts were granted.
The wolf’s pale face was soon stained and marked with both the sign of death and life. The stag’s life had ended, and in turn gave it to his successor. How fragile life was, and even more how easily it was stolen. But before the wolf could begin his dining, a hesitant step back was taken. His eyes carefully followed the jutting form of the prey before him. The thrill that pulsed within the white caused him to pause. The thrill was the thrill of the hunt, the thrill of killing; but it was unnatural. Truth be told, a portion of that thrill was purely instinct, for his kind was meant to take life and make it their own, but the portion was small, and the main of his thrill to hunt…thrill to kill…was felt only through unnatural means.
He felt it so strong, the urge to kill, and the taste and the feel of the red life in his mouth only enhanced this urge to a greater level; a dangerous level. For there was held a darkness in the wolf, a darkness that commanded his will, his feelings, and even his body at times; the same darkness was responsible for stealing the very life from his eyes. And this darkness…this darkness…only thrived and lived for the kill. So the white had to be hesitant, he had to take the step backwards and pause, before the darkness consumed him, and before he became no more.
A dark wind picked up with the graying skies, carrying the scents of blood and death to the far reaches of the land. A scent only answered by the carrion, the hungry, the demented, or the wolven.
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Jan 31, 2008 22:22:57 GMT -5
Masina's thoughts came to a quick standstill as a scent filled her nose. Death and blood stung at her nose as she slowly stood and looked to the sky where the graying clouds swirled in a flurry above her, promising another bout of snow. She flicked her tail as she turned to face the wind. It stung and tore towards her eyes, temporarily blinding her before she adjusted. Her eyes watered slightly as the snow blew around her snow white form.
She slowly began to pad off towards the source of the smell... towards the source of death. For some odd reason, she was drawn towards it as if she were meant to head and lead her life in that direction.
She paused slightly as the scent overwhelmed her for a moment. She was near to the spot and she had plans to figure out exactly what had happened.
She began to pad forward before she realized she saw a movement and a glimpse of red. Its just ahead there.... she thought to herself as she hesitated before continuing onward.
"Hello? Who's there?"[/b] Masina called toward the nearly undecipherable movement that was before her. She slowly trekked forward, one paw in front of the other, and approached the scene with caution. Her bright blue eyes shown with caution and curiosity as she held her golden wings close to her body for warmth. She was merely feet away from the creature.
She noticed that it was a pure white stag, stained in its own blood. She flicked her tail in wondering, never having seen such a magnificent creature, though it was worn and nearly starved. Hovering above it was a white brute with amber eyes. His fur was stained with the blood of the stag.
"Hello..."[/b] She said slightly hesitantly. "My name is Masina... who might you be?"[/b] She said as calmly and kindly as she could to the brute so as to not give the wrong impression. Her curiosity was beginning to outweigh her fear. There was something about this brute that intrigued her so and she wanted to find out and know more.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 4, 2008 23:07:26 GMT -5
Soft steps prodded the drifted snow…he felt them. And with them, carried one who must had scented the kill. The white loner looked down upon the reddened grounded and the fang and claw of his that were stained. Another wolf approached, most likely to drive him from his kill and claim it as their own, or perhaps to challenge him for the carcass (for lack of a better word). The white wolf wouldn’t admit it, but secretly, deep down, beyond even the point to where he was aware of it, he wished for an arrogant and ignorant fool to challenge and provoke him. For far too long had he built up this pent up energy, though, the energy wasn’t at all his own. His heart, the very darkness that lusted to kill lusted even stronger as of late. The white wolf was having trouble controlling his thoughts and impulses and the mindless slaughter of a bullying rogue might just be what he needed. But as a soft voice called in the wind, all hopes of killing once more faded away, perhaps for the better.
The white looked up, not prepared for the sight that held before him. Across from his kill, stood perhaps the most wondrous creature his cold eyes ever lay upon. A graceful white female stood, eager and curious, gazing at him. Her fur was as smooth as a newborn’s touch, pale and glossy, only accented more by her golden features. Even as her chest slightly expanded and shrunk with her gentle breathing, her goldens sparkled and shone as if she bore the sun’s very markings upon her skin. But truly, the sight to behold was her blue eyes. But they were not a simple blue, they held so much more within, so much that the white loner felt as if he only stole a small fraction of the life that was held within hers, his eyes, his gaze would once again be alive, holding the light, the energy that it once had. It appeared that she, Masina, was everything that he was not.
Despite the torrent of awe and wistfulness he longed his gaze to hold, the white could not meet the kind eyes of the golden female. Contrast to hers, his form was ragged and defensive, fur shaggy and long. No bright, alive markings were bore across his skin, instead only the red stains of the blood on his maw. And his eyes…his eyes, holding no life, no feeling…the eyes of the dead, the tormented, the pained. And with the realization of what an unpleasant sight his gaze must be to her, the white looked down to the red snow before him. Eyes such as hers should not meet a gaze such as his.
And even her voice was as smooth and delicate as her appearance; her words even kinder, surprising the white. Here in the freelands, no rules were set to abide by, one could do as they pleased, take what the wanted, and care for nothing. But, she betrayed all that freelands had been known for; violence, outcasts, cruelty, hatred. The white would have expected from another’s mouth, “Who the Hell are you?” or perhaps, “What do you think you’re doing?” Truly her words caught him completely off guard and instead of perhaps a countering question or a rather uncalled for remark, he gave her blunt honesty.
Still keeping his gaze upon the red sight before him, his cold voice spoke, ”I am Baztek.” [/size]
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Feb 6, 2008 23:46:26 GMT -5
Masina flicked her tail. The brute, dubbed Baztek, looked at her for a moment, but then he looked away. She almost thought it was because he was ashamed or didn't feel comfortable looking at her, as if there were something wrong with her. She quickly shook that thought away, for there was nothing special about her.
"Baztek, is it? How unique a name."[/b] She smiled as she gazed at the bloodied sight before her. She flicked her tail again as she thought of something to say during the slightly awkward silence.
"What brings you to these lands? Have you become a part of a pack yet?"[/b] She paused quickly after she finished this, wondering if that were too personal a question to ask a nearly complete stranger. "Sorry if that was too forward of me. Please forgive me."[/b] She apologized quickly as she tried to hide her ashamed feelings.
"Do you wish me to leave, so you may finish your meal?"[/b] She questioned, trying to cover up her outward questions. She knew that some wolves would rather eat a meal without some other wolf around bothering them and that's how she felt... she almost felt as if she were bothering this Baztek.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 7, 2008 9:15:47 GMT -5
Her sweet, feminine voice brought about curious questions, similar to the manner of a young pup. Baztek might have smiled…if he could, but instead his cold eyes stared onto the bloodied sight before him. And with the mention of finishing his meal, his hidden stomach rumbled beneath his shaggy white fur. Yes, he longed to finish his meal, but fear of finishing it held him at bay. The feel of killing…the taste of a victim in one’s mouth…enough to perhaps cause him to loose control; something he wasn’t about to risk. And as his gut complained once more, Baztek took a step back, turning his gaze from the meat in a disgusted manner. Even though the stag had longed for death, his life would go to waste, something that Baztek resented others for. One who killed mercilessly and without cause deserved to die a violent death, and now he had just done the same.
Without looking, Baztek spoke, ”You may claim this as you wish.” She could have the meal that he wanted nothing of. He turned away, his back now to her and to the stag who had received the bitter-sweet release of death. He would rather starve than allow his dark heart to control him…and so he would.
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Feb 7, 2008 15:30:40 GMT -5
Masina paused as Baztek offered her his meal. "Oh, I'm not hungry. Please, eat. I do not wish to take your meal from you."[/b] She smiled as she looked to him. She took a few pawsteps backward and allowed him free access to his kill. "I have already eaten recently enough. I'll be fine."[/b] She paused before continuing. "Besides, you look hungry..."[/b] She pointed this out in an innocent manner as she looked over at the white wolf with the bloodstained paws. She lowered her wings go her sides against her ribcages and looked at him, wondering what he was going to do next. This brute made her very curious, for his actions and movements were slightly unfamiliar or odd to her. It was something she wasn't used to and this intrigued her even more with this wolf. She looked to him in patience as she waited for him to reply to her inquiries and statements. ((Ack, no muse.... ))
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 7, 2008 16:10:16 GMT -5
This female, Masina…what a kind-hearted nature she held only with appearance. A rare quality found today, a kind badly missed in the darkness of days. Her manners and sheer innocence in her presence was what caused Baztek to predict her next words, though he predicted them subconsciously. He just seemed to know, that this soft soul would allow the other to eat, and not take what was not their own. And the very moment she finished her last statement, ”Besides, you look hungry…” he snapped back with a statement of his own.
A disgusted frown curving the unnatural lines in his maw remained as he physically denied himself of looking to the meal that his body longed to use to regain its strength. ”I will not eat.” His words were sudden, and held a harsher tone than what was needed…or perhaps not. He wasn’t as much convincing her that he didn’t need to eat as much as he was trying to convince himself.
Finding no alternative action, he walked slowly in the direction he was facing, the red stains on his claws wiping off in the snow, leaving small traces of red smears in the snow behind him. Baztek utterly hated every fiber that was his being. How could he have left her in such a rude way? She had done absolutely nothing offensive and he had merely turned away from her kind words. Not that he wanted to, but he physically had to get away from the warm blood of the noble stag. Why he thought he could kill another and eat peacefully, he didn’t know. The list of things that would cause him to loose control was slowly growing…Baztek wondered, with a cynical tone and contemptuous view, exactly how long he as an individual would continue to exist in this realm. Without thinking, he stopped, overcome by some odd urge to look back to the female, Masina, who had shown such kindness.
His white silhouette turned to face her, his eyes finally meeting hers long enough for her to take the sight in. The sight his took in, her golden aura, her slim form, her crystal gaze, he knew was absolutely breathtaking; but he also knew that hers was not so pleasant.
[[if there’s anything you want me to do to help with your lack of muse, I’ll do it (meaning, is there anything you want Baztek to say or do?) ]] [/size]
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Feb 8, 2008 1:26:36 GMT -5
Masina smiled at him as he paused, then lowered her tail in slight disappointment when he turned to leave. She sighed inwardly to herself, wondering what she had said or done to offend him. Was it because she said she thought he looked hungry? She wasn't going to lie, he did look that way... but why waste a perfectly good meal? Perfectly good meat? This confused her. She lowered her ears slightly in disappointment and watched his form walk off.
She was about ready to turn and leave herself when the white, Baztek, stopped. He turned to face her and for the first time, she could get a good look at his eyes.
What she saw intensified her curiosity.
His eyes were quite interesting to her. They seemed to hold no emotion, but constant inner turmoil... as if he were battling a constant inward battle with himself. This intrigued Masina and she wondered if there were anything she could do to help.
She could not bring herself to move her eyes from his, keeping them locked. She tilted her head to the side, puzzled, as she wondered what to say. She finally was able to pull her eyes away when she realized she was staring, and staring was rude.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare... Its just..."[/b] She looked back into his eyes as she said the next part. "Your eyes are so.. different... than I'm used to. I've never seen any like them. Please forgive my rudeness..."[/b] She found herself finding it difficult to look away, but she managed to do so as she regained her composure and self control. She smiled as she looked back to him, though not directly to his eyes, just to his face as to not stare and to keep what she could of her composure... at least, what was left of it.
((I don't know of anything that Baztek could do, but I think I can regain my muse soon.))
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Post by dragonpulse on Feb 11, 2008 5:36:48 GMT -5
She was conveniently downwind of the two wolves. Inconveniently, however, the aforementioned two wolves happened to be ones that she'd met before. Sakura was not a great fan of meeting old acquaintances, and in this case, not even acquaintances. Her past taught her that old memories are not always fond ones.
The multicoloured she-wolf stole towards the other two lupines, at the same time probing with her mind. She was not interested, not much anyway, in what went on in White-wings' mind, but Baztek... he was another matter. Sakura hadn't realised it, but she was curious about Baztek. With her mind, she reached out until her tendrils coiled around the metaphorical orb that was the white male's mind, and delved in.
-- Only to meet painfully with a stone-hard barrier, encircling the orb like the shell of an egg. With a mental gasp of pain, Sakura drew back and surveyed the barrier. It glowed with dark power to her mind's eye: it could only be a wall that kept unwanted visitors out. The black-and-pink she-wolf gave a frustrated mental sigh and went over the smooth, solid surface with her magic, inch by tedious inch, until she had covered the whole of the barrier. Not a crack was found, no potential doorways or tunnels.
Confused, frustrated and yet intrigued, the female released her grip on her mind-magic and returned to her real, tangible form. She was hazily aware of the conversation between White-wings and Baztek as she worked cramps out of her stiff muscles and loosened her limbs in case of emergencies. With a silent growl at the fact that Baztek's mind-barrier would not budge under her prompts, Sakura slunk up into full view of the two wolves, showing herself.
Ignoring the male, she addressed White-wings directly, cutting straight to her question: "Answer me, she-wolf, is your Alpha an understanding one? Would he ask about the past of a wolf, or probe around with things he shouldn't be looking at?"
She knew she sounded rude, but the she-wolf could not afford to wait. One more day, and she would have to decide whether to meet that large blue -- what was his name again? Glaw-something? -- by his border. She wanted to know about all the Packs as soon as possible; even though she wouldn't try the cold Misuteriasu Mountains or the murky Nigori Marshlands, there was still Toko Forest to be considered.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 18, 2008 11:02:43 GMT -5
For minutes he merely stood there, staring at the young Masina a few bounds away. But unlike her, he felt no shame in what he did. He felt nothing in what he did. Strangely, for a small second Baztek was unsure if he could bring himself to look away, but his heart fixed that for him. It was a violent wrenching pull on his subconscious and mind that caused him to regain his empty thoughts that were just momentarily filled of Masina. But now his mind echoed with other thoughts; thoughts not his own.
…another approaches…
Now that his heart had opened the rest of the world to him, and he no longer souly focused on the golden fae before him, he could feel the stranger approached. But he did not use the means of a mortal wolf, as he would like. His heart was the one who sought out the stranger for Baztek to ‘see’.
He felt his heart cover the entire area with its mind. It created a ripping sensation within Baztek’s chest, but he had felt it before. His dark heart had gone through the same ritual back at the Mountains as they stood before Lucid. Instantly, Baztek felt the stranger’s paws upon the land, and their breath in the air. A familiar thought formed in his mind. He had encountered this wolf, this female before.
’It is Sakura, the fae from the Waterfall.’ Baztek determined, though he was sure his heart would recognize her as well.
His demonic presence had known it was her as well. And with Baztek’s statement, it recoiled from the land like a fire whip that never was. Through the experience, Baztek had kept his gaze on Masina, though his mind wasn’t completely focused on her as before. And though Baztek thought of his heart’s means of detecting strangers, as it just had, rather snake-like and against very laws of nature, he wished that he could control those means of knowing an individual, and learn more of Masina. But his thoughts were interrupted once again by a probing onto his mind, but strangely this time it was not his heart.
It was a strange sensation, the only thing Baztek could compare it to was his entire body being prodded with an enormous, dull talon from all angles at once. As soon as the feeling started, his heart raged and roared within him, placing around Baztek a mental barrier, the strength of stone itself. Baztek was clueless to what the sensation might be, but as his dark heart enclosed him within his own mind, Baztek realized that another must be attempting to detect them.
’Is the sensation the same when you detect others with your unholy means? Baztek was merely curious to what others may feel as his heart sensed their presence. And though he could have no feelings on the matter, he would prefer it to not hurt the others that he come contact with.
…neigh, the fool Sakura tries to delve within our mind, a task that would only be granted with the gift of sharing your fate…
’So why block her? Why prevent her from heading to your whims? You can leave me now for I resist your wishes and only cause you more energy.’
The sly hissing had become violent with its tone. …fool! I am the reason you live! I beat as the life within your breast, if I am to live as hers you will die once more, this time, not to come back! It calmed, taking more of a mocking voice to it. ..and I am not finished with you… Dark chuckling followed, and once again Baztek experienced the only two emotions that his heart allowed him to feel; hate and rage. Rage toward his heart, and hate toward himself.
Sakura’s small attempt on his conscious had ceased and his natural mental barriers returned. After being so compressed tight within his mind Baztek felt open and exposed to the world around him, but the feeling soon passed. He had kept his gaze on Masina, only to realize now, that she must have grown uncomfortable beneath his constant, lifeless stare. But only did he actually look away when Sakura entered. [/size]
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Feb 19, 2008 0:59:45 GMT -5
Masina shivered slightly as the brute continued to stare directly at her for quite a while. She glanced to each side as his gaze didn't waver from her. Sure, it made her slightly uncomfortable, but she could deal with it.
"Everything okay? What's going on in your mind?"[/b] Masina was a little more modest on what minds she read and she was careful to keep out of trying to divulge into this brutes mind. He had been no threat to her and she didn't feel threatened... If anything, she felt more intrigued by the white brute with the lifeless eyes.
"Are you okay? Do you need anything or have any thing that you feel I can help you with?"[/b] She questioned. She was trying to find a way to break the silence, as well as find a leave to what was going on.
The wind blew past them, chilling and icy as it tugged at their fur. She hugged her golden wings close to her sides in order to retain warmth as well as block the wind. She continued to stare directly at the white brute as he was staring directly at her.
Sakura had approached, though she didn't know that this was her name. She turned to her and spoke.
"Why hello there. Glaukos? Oh yes, he is a really good Alpha. He's kind and considerate and as far as I know, he won't divulge into your past... he hasn't with me at least."[/b] She paused before she continued. "I don't know what else you would want to know about him. What's your name? I've never met you before. My name is Masina."[/b] She smiled kindly and nodded respectfully to the loner.
((Sorry, it's not much to work with, but yeah..))
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Post by dragonpulse on Feb 19, 2008 5:04:32 GMT -5
She didn't recognise Sakura. Her gaze was polite but blank, indicating that whatever encounters with the two-toned female had been wiped from her mind.
Somehow, Sakura was disappointed slightly. Then, this disappointment turned into slight scorn. Pack-wolves. Their memories could use some polishing; she honestly didn't know how they could live through the day if they couldn't remember a face. So when she spoke, her voice was tinted with disdain:
"I have met you before. My name is Sakura -- Sakura Goldensong --. You and I have crossed paths on Glaukos' territory before, though it was still technically not his then. I said I would return in three days' time."
She broke off here, glancing at Baztek. The white who had put up the solid barrier around his mind was staring at her, his gaze icy and chilling. Well, so what. She could make hers cold as well. Turning back to White-wings -- Masina --, she continued.
"I have one and a half more days. Your information on him was... useful, to say the least, He sounded like the kind of respectable wolf who would not ask of things he has nothing to do with. Does he take kindly to... strange wolves?"
She hoped that Masina realised what the hidden message was. But then, really, did she need a Pack? She could survive on her own; she had done that for too long a time, to tell the truth, but she could manage. But to have someone, or several someones, to call family was tempting in the least.
Her thought strayed to Baztek. Who did he work for? He had the scent of a new wolf, a dominant one, on him that signified his joining of a new Pack. Too bad she couldn't find out more. She turned back to Masina, waiting for an answer.
The snow tugged at her pelt, almost calling her away. Time did not wait for slow paws; she had to check out the Toko Forest. But this is important for her, and so she stayed. Sakura Goldensong wrapped her tail patiently -- perhaps not too patiently -- around her paws and kept quiet under the howl of the wind.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 20, 2008 22:21:06 GMT -5
Baztek watched as Sakura approached Masina, further pressing on whoever this ‘Glaukos’ character was. His tail flicked idly as Sakura turned at him before carelessly looking away. He wasn’t wanted here, he decided. Aiming to leave, he planned to turn from them both, giving them the view of his back fading in the drifts of snow, but he was halted before he could even move. A sick griping feeling came upon his body, but lasted only a mere breath’s length.
’Why do you hold me here?’ Baztek was hesitant about the answer. If his heart kept him here it was not for good…and he feared for the lives of the females before him. Though he couldn’t truly fear, but what he felt could be described as a want for their safety and a want to keep his already-bloodied paws clean of their blood.
…she interests me… Baztek had known that answer would come, and it was the one he did not want to hear. He looked to Sakura with his stony gaze.
’I have met her before.’
…not her… Baztek felt his vision pulled away from Sakura, though it was not of his own will. His dead eyes then locked upon the fae that had so easily caught Baztek’s own attention, Masina. …her…
And with the cold voice that slithered within his own thoughts, Baztek wanted direly not to be here. He could see nothing exceptional of the young fae who approached him, so why did his darkness wish to observe her more? What had caught his own eye was the air and feel that she held around her, never in his years of his second life had one shown such kindness. And Baztek realized that indeed she was beautiful, a rare chance of fate that one might cross another with grace such as hers.
A dark thought suddenly crossed his mind as to what his heart’s interest in Masina might be. The very idea of it made Baztek’s mind shudder and made his body want to vomit.
Within his mind echoed a dark, twisted laughter. [/size]
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Feb 21, 2008 0:25:33 GMT -5
Masina smiled at Sakura as a look of recognition dawned upon her face.
"Oh! Now I remember you. Sorry for my lapse of memory... we only talked for a short time, correct? Well, please excuse my rudeness for forgetting who you were."[/b] She smiled apologetically as she nodded kindly to her. Sakura then preceeded to talk and ask her another question.
"Do you mean special powers? Or do you mean something else? If you mean special powers, then he hasn't said anything about my powers yet."[/b] She smiled kindly as she wondered what else Sakura could be talking about.
She turned to face Baztek as he turned to walk away. She found it curious that he would stop so suddenly and seem to argue within himself. She watched for a moment and smiled at him when he turned back around and looked at the two femmes.
Masina wondered what was going through his mind, but chose not to question it now, if at all. She turned back to Sakura, noticing that she was anxious and didn't want to spend more time here than she had to.
"Did that answer your question?"[/b] She asked the two-toned femme.
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Post by dragonpulse on Feb 22, 2008 8:54:40 GMT -5
She turned away. "Yes," Sakura muttered softly, "And no."
"What I seek is an Alpha who would not inquire about his subordinates' past, and not to wonder about strange powers. He must be respectful... and faithful. He must treat all, even the Omega, as equals to his kind. Is he all that, or does it not describe this Glaukos?"
What had previously seemed like self-conversation now became apparent that it was directed at Masina. With this abrupt change of audience, Sakura shot up a mental shield around her mind in case this Masina decided to do some mind-probing of her own, intruding into what Sakura was thinking of right now. With a pained grimace that never made it to her maw, the black-and-pink she-wolf steeled her gaze and stared around at Baztek and Masina.
She wished that her nightmarish past did not always visit her at such inconvenient times. Her tail swept across the frost stubs of grass that still remained above the soil level, dusting off the snow unconsciously. Sakura dug her forepaw into the frozen earth and looked to Baztek next. Frankly, he was beginning to irk her, with his inconsistent behaviour and blank gaze. She tossed him a half-glare, warning him not to try anything, and then turned to Masina.
"I am not that interested in joining a Pack, in case you're wondering. I can survive alone. If this Glaukos does not fit my criteria, I would be perfectly happy to leave his lands forever." She added, frostily, her blazing pink gaze sweeping across the distance between her and Masina. Sakura's eyes were plain hostile now, each burning orb a warning sign to prevent others from nearing her. She hoped that Masina would see these. And that she would quail, and ask no questions.
Sakura was being much more antagonistic than she needed. This pressing feeling on her chest that she couldn't describe licked at her heart like hungry flames, burning her up. She was restless for some reason. Not being able to put her claw on it, Sakura became even angrier. She didn't like not knowing things.
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Feb 26, 2008 23:36:50 GMT -5
Masina sighed slightly, but only to herself. She looked Sakura directly in the eyes and replied to her inquiries.
"As far as I have gotten to know him, he has not pried into who I am or where I come from. Any information that I have given him has been by my own will. He is really a nice alpha." She smiled at Sakura.
Sakura's tone was harsh and angry, but this didn't phase Masina in any way. She merely kept her distance and did not pry into Sakura's business.
"I'm not going to ask anything of you, don't worry. There's no need to take defense. I'm perfectly content in keeping a kindred conversation and in keeping the peace and I do not wish to pick fights or cause fights between anyone here."[/b] Masina's words were genuine and she truly didn't want to cause anything between the two femmes and the white. She looked at Sakura with a kindred expression as she waited for either the brute or the femme to reply to her words.
((It's not much to work with, but its' the best I've got at the moment in order to keep the RP moving))
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Post by dragonpulse on Mar 3, 2008 9:04:25 GMT -5
OOC: Erm... Kindred means "a family member/kin/relative", actually...
Sakura glared right back at Masina as her anger flared up. A tad unnecessarily, she had to admit, but all the same she was irritable and prone. A low growl actually escaped her throat, but she quickly swallowed it before it reached Masina's, or Baztek's, ears. She fought to retain a composed tone as she gritted out, "I am not worried. I am merely in a very bad mood."
She nearly followed up with a snipe, but bit it back down just in time. No use in revealing her feelings to these Pack wolves. With an impatient flick of her tail, she decided that she ought not to waste her time here any more. Toko Forest did seem like a good Pack to join -- if she ever got around to joining one. Her gaze tore away from Masina's form as she worked cramps out of her muscles. The she-wolf stalked away with a "I have no more time to waste here with your kind" and tracked a Toko scent towards the forest.
Once she was out of the field of vision of either wolf, the female picked up her speed and galloped towards the woodlands. Sakura's anger had melted into something dangerously like self-pity and cynicism, mixed with a drop of insecurity. It was unfair how they could live happily -- maybe not Baztek -- and she had to survive on her own, and that she'd just fly into a bitter rage when she encountered wolves like Masina, who happen to be a bit blunt yet kind-hearted.
The black-and-pink female slowed down as the forest became thicker. She picked her way through the mast and low branches, dodging what looked suspiciously like serpents and avoiding uneven ground. She was nearing the Toko Forest base soon. With a tentative song, she sounded her arrival and sat down to wait on a fallen tree trunk, allowing her anger to steam itself out. When she could hear pawsteps approaching, her mood was back to impassive and curious.
++ Sakura has left the area ++
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Mar 16, 2008 19:03:38 GMT -5
The still Baztek, cold eyes, watched Sakura’s dark form fade in the distance. His guard fur ruffled in a stiff breeze that swept beneath his chest, and within his subconscious, he compared the moody fae’s impression to the cold. But a twisted humorous thought crossed his mind, who was he to judge first impressions? His only clear determination was that she befuddled him, and it was in a way that threatened to awaken the frustration and vexing feelings that he locked deep within. But his opinions might have been otherwise, perhaps if she had not attempted to scan throughout his mind. He was, however, pleased (if he could name any point in his life ’pleasing’) that she had failed in her task. Though his heart possessed, and his soul lost to oblivion, the white still owned the honor that became him so long ago. If any accidental harm came of an innocent, he wouldn’t be able…
To finish his thoughts would just be morbidly ironic. The end of his noble statement would be, ‘if any accidental harm came of an innocent, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.’ But the truth was, in fact, that he already wished himself dead. So what would it matter not being able to live with himself, if he wanted to die?
But the haunted Baztek failed to see what structure his intentions truly held. For it mattered not that he already longed for death, the fact was, that he would never, upon his own free will, harm any of innocent stature. But the only problem was…that he lacked free will…
The still Baztek remained staring into the distance, fully knowing, that now with Sakura gone; the other female’s attention would be to him. The thought of it made him want to leave without a word. He was never one, not since he lost his soul, to allow attention. It always would escalate to something more and nothing good. He should stalk away silently, in the manner of a ghost, just as Sakura had done. But, as strong as his faint desire was to leave and abandon the fae to loneliness, there was an equal desire for him to stay in her presence. And just as Sakura’s moods and snaps had confused him, the feeling that Masina instilled within his mind confused him even more. But unlike the pushy, black fae, this confusion of Masina wasn’t accompanied by any slight whims of frustration or displeasure.
What was it about her?
Baztek turned slowly, and met Masina’s beautiful, crystal gaze. [/blockquote]
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Mar 17, 2008 12:56:43 GMT -5
Masina noticed the brute trying to leave and her heart sank. She was interested in getting to know this brute, for he intrigued her. She had never met another like him and she wanted to know what it was that interested her so much.
When the brute turned around to face her, she smiled kindly at him, her bright eyes glittering. She padded toward him, pausing about a foot away from him. She wasn't sure what to say or what to do. He had remained so quiet during the conversation between Masina and Sakura and Masina wasn't sure if there was anything to say. She sat there, slightly awkwardly for a moment, before she flicked her tail and looked at him again.
"So where were you off to?"[/b] She knew it was a poor attempt at starting a conversation to keep the brute from leaving, but she didn't know what else to say. She hadn't been able to think of much else to keep the brute in her presence, so she wouldn't blame him if he didn't answer her and just walked off. She could always go back to Glaukos' company, but she always loved to meet new wolves. This Baztek was one she wanted to learn more about... she was curious about him, though she had no idea why.
She gazed at him, waiting for him to reply... or just walk away.
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