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Post by ! w o l f o x. on Dec 22, 2009 17:48:47 GMT -5
Sabbath
[/font][/center] "Oh you know it's true I'm obssessed with you" "You're the kind of toy I'd like to break" [/font] xxxxx Here she was, the edge of the lands she had been accepted into. Her heart strained with the effort of not bolting away from the confines of the pack lands. She wanted to feel the ground under her feet. She wanted to be able to run so that she couldn't be tracked. Her steps were easily traced- just follow the path of burned and singed grass and you will find where she's been.
The thought of being so easily found made Sabbath shudder. But thankfully, she knew how to protect herself. And more than often, her appearance scared others away before they could approach her... or before she could appraoch them. She had been lucky with meeting DILIVI. The older wolf was just as strange as her, wings made of nothing but pure bones and cartilage, purple spikes down her back, and roman numerals carved into her side; just like Sabbath. DILIVI would always be Sabbath's first alpha, and should she return and give Sabbath orders, the crimson wolf would readily follow. But she was dead. Sabbath had been the only one to escape the brutes who had so venomously attacked their pack. It had been the alpha and beta left; DILIVI and her. But she was ordered to run. Ordered to save herself while her alpha stood there and fought the brutes who had killed her pups. And Sabbath had to obey, because DILIVI was her alpha.
Sabbath's pink tongue flicked out, moistening her nose as the wind whiped by, bringing the scents of wolves toward her. She shook her head mildly to shake the thoughts of the past from her mind. It was about the future now. She was part of the Nigori Marshlands pack now. Kerrigan was her alpha, Zephora was her alphess. Zei and Silence were the pups she had to protect now. And the other wolves of the pack were her brothers and sisters that she cherished now- she didn't want to lose any of that again.
Sabbath couldn't remember how long she had been sitting there. All she knew was that the ground was scarred beneath her paws; the earth was forever marked by the fire of her body. She was on the verge of everything, and on the verge of nothing.
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Post by firewolf on Dec 22, 2009 18:16:43 GMT -5
Have you ever seen your parents dying? Ever heard their painful screams? Ever wonder who was causing such a thing? What if it was your own pack, the pack they had been running from because of an uprising? What if you were born with lightning? Would you use it to save your dying father as he closed his eyes in eternal sleep? What would you do...if the love of your life attacked you after sleeping with someone else? Would you use it then to save yourself? The moral dilemmas of a wolf faced with such a powerful element would take a strong soul to live with. It would take a hero, something akin to Zeus and the one called God. Or would it simply take electrons and energy? What was even the point?
Perhaps one could call this wolf philosophical. However, watching him try to pick up a female with lines like "hey babe" would make anyone cringe. This was no scholar at all. This was a heart breaker, a rogue, someone who could care less about the hearts of femmes; but more the body they possessed. This closet philosopher had a name, a name tied to romance and dancing, a name lovers knew so well: Tango.
But why, pray tell, was Tango so complicated? Why did those turquoise streaked wings and body just make the ladies swoon? Why was his dark navy blue body so willing to show off for everyone who bothered to notice? The answer was simple really. He was born under lightning, and lightning he possessed. He saw the aftermath of a beta murdered, the pain of adultery, and the sight of a his parents brutally killed. To be honest? yeah Tango was messed up.
But granted that did not give him any right to treat this daft female like her IQ deserved. Instead he simply said goodbye and continued on his travels. Flying was obviously faster and so with one graceful leap, perhaps akin to Prince Charming jumping onto his horse, Tango was off into the air. It was not long before he saw another target...ahh female...to try his luck with. She was scarlet and on first glance, not bad on the eyes. Without permission or to some, dignity, he landed just enough so she couldn't kill him on sight.
Hey gorgeous, mind if I join you?
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Post by ! w o l f o x. on Dec 22, 2009 18:51:19 GMT -5
Sabbath
[/b][/font][/color][/size] "Oh you know it's true I'm obssessed with you" "You're the kind of toy I'de like to break" [/size][/font] xxxxx She had lost her mind, somewhere hours ago, and now it was wandering. Past? Present? Future? Honestly, was there anything she hadn't had time to think about? Many wolves didn't associate with her because she looked like something that crawled from the pits of the underworld. A chuckle shook her frame as she thought of this, and somewhere above her she could hear the beating of wings.
Ah, how she longed to fly! To be above anything and everything! To feel the wind rushing through her fur! To not be bound to the limits of the ground. Closing her eyes, a small howl left her maw. Small enough to not draw any unwanted attention, but enough for those close enough to hear the longing of the sky within it. She barely noticed as the male landed near her, her nose turned to the sky to try and inhale the unbridled freedom it held.
As he spoke to her, her golden orbs slid lazily over to the intruder of her peace. This wolf was a dark blue color, nearly black looking and had an odd structure. But who was Sabbath to judge? After all, she had the horns of a ram, a tail like the fabled dragons, and scales. Was this wolf, more or less, trying to flirt with her? Sabbath witheld a chuckle at the notion and turned her body to fully face the brute. Her eyes narrowed as she walked closer to him, trying to deduce exactly what the golden glow about him was. Eventually she brushed it off as a trick of the light and stood about two wolf lengths away from him.
"No, I don't mind at all. I am Sabbath, and who might you be?" She replied, introducing herself and asking his name. She hadn't seen him around the dens before, or anywhere she had been on the lands. Maybe she just kept missing him. After all, she very often traveled near the dens, but away at the same time.
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Post by firewolf on Dec 29, 2009 14:30:06 GMT -5
Now that Tango got a good look at this red female, he was almost appalled at the face that he had called her gorgeous. Not only did she look more like a dragon then a wolf, but she possessed horns and plates on her form. The word may have been Scary rather then gorgeous. However, not wanting to show off his change in opinion, but he also didn't want Dragon Breathe going psycho on him.
Sitting upon his haunches, he watched her eyes go over him and instantly thought she wanted to have him for lunch. Tango did not exactly want to die at this particular point in his life. He was way to important to life on Earth to die at the jaws of this Dragon lady. Tango reminded himself that he had mated with uglier females. Heck he had fallen for a girl that had tried to kill him after she mated with someone else.
He really wasn't as cruel as his thoughts made him out to be. He could be quite the romantic if he bothered. At her introduction, Tango's thoughts were interrupted and he figured he might as well continue to play nice. Fluttering his wings slightly, he tried to get rid of his immature opinions and figured talking might make this conversation turn less boring.
I am Tango. So..ahh....what can you do? I control lightning, but I wouldn't recommend standing under a tree anytime soon. It tends to go everywhere and I don't think you want to get electrocuted anytime soon.
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Post by ! w o l f o x. on Dec 29, 2009 15:49:35 GMT -5
"I am the last one standing"[/font][/color] Sabbath
[/size][/b][/font] ”Oh you know it’s true I’m obsessed with you” ”You’re the kind of toy I’d like to break” [/font] xxxxx Sabbath's muscles quivered as she shook off flies that landed on her. No, these flies were no longer among the living, their lives drawn from within them by the intense heat that coursed beneath the top layer of fur on her body. It was that same heat that scorched the earth wherever she stepped.
Lightning, eh? Sabbath tried not to smirk at the tree comment. It was more than likely that she would light the tree on fire before it could draw the attention of lightning. Still, it was an interesting power. Could he just create it out of thin air? Could he use the lightning that was created by the clouds? Shaking her head, pushing the thoughts from her mind, she gave him a grin and answered. "I am of fire." She motioned to the ground with a dip of her head, toward her paws. Beneath the appendages were large burn marks that sat upon the earth and wouldn't go away for quite some time.
She looked back out to the vast wilderness, wondeirng what would happen should she bolt at this moment. Would the pack consider her a traitor, would they send hunters out after her? Or would they simply not care, happy to be rid of the wolf who destoyed the earth with every touch; happy to be rid of the nightmare? "So, how come I haven't seen you around before?" She questioned, cocking on ear forward and the other to the side, her head tilting in a habit. This was the posture she took when trying to figure out another wolf who wasn't trying to kill her. She wince internally as she recalled a wolf telling her that she was the spawn of the devil and deserved to die- then proceeded to attack her and get the crap beat out of him as Sabbath proved her strength.
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