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Post by ♢ Skylar ♢ on Jan 6, 2010 2:38:18 GMT -5
Sleek massive talons gripped the dirt as a brute standing about 5 feet tall weaved around and over trees of the living and the dead. Each paw he connected to the ground brought new life to his qi (chi) as he could feel the pulsing of the earth and its thriving inhabitants. His eyes grew wider and wilder as he took in the sent of the land, and with it the distant dull stench of other wolves. His red winding tail flowed behind him like a snake, making his balance something lethal to challenge. All the while his other serpent-like attribute slipped in and out of his mouth, tasting the air for metals hidden within the earth. Each step he took in this direction he could taste an abundance of his element buried in the rock and soil. Such a joyous discovery it was to him: like finding the ultimate of buried treasure. The scent of wolves turned him off a bit from this glorious find, for most packs he had come in contact with were judgmental pure-breeds. His stench of “mutt” and his looks are what turned them away immediately. No one really had tried to fight him away but rather sent a greeting of “Your kind aren’t welcome here,” with shaking hides. He snorted loudly, lips curling and his head shaking away the memory. He would try his chances here. The light at the end of the tunnel was much worth another un-phasing rejection, should it come to his leaving or a challenge, he would just MAKE them leave.
Soon he was at the edge of a large barrier where bedrock from the earth had been pushed to the surface, this lead to an intimidating mountain range. He stopped and sniffed the sent barrier as well as flicked his forked tongue from his jaws. The candy trail of mixed gold, silver, mercury, iron, lead, zinc, and copper lead straight to a mother load of rich metals foraged within the mountains. He licked his lips and stared at the range fiercely yet curiously. He wanted it. It was going to be his. Never before had he come in contact with such a rich land with his tasty element. He smirked to himself, “What is to become of my yearning this time.” He placed a paw with talons digging deeply into the pebbles and soil, and almost immediately took off running. His thick, carefully etched muscles working simultaneously to push his body at a break-neck speed. As he traveled the winds became more harsh, the temperature more brisk, and the tree covering more bare. It didn’t phase him, he was basking in the glow of his find and tasting its sweet grit with his lolling tongue.
Soon he was midway up one of the rocky structures, bounding effortlessly from boulder to boulder leaving large scratches where his talons gripped. His breathing became deep and almost choke worthy as the cool air became like needles in his hot trachea. Steam pushed in and out of it like an exhaust, but this again did not phase him. His years of training had made his breath control and lungs of a worthy attribute, though the sharp air was something he would need to get use to again. The sharp air then carried something with it, wolves. Close ones. He paused his excitement and stood erect; looking in the direction the wind had carried their scents. This would be good; he could get this greeting out of the way, and find out whether he was welcome into the life of a family once again, or if more blood would have to be spilt. He lopped lazily on one of the larger boulders near him, calming his breath and his eagerness for the soon meet and greet that would bestow him, he did not want to be excited easily should he find himself wanting to be welcome here. His tail lay stretched out behind him, whisking up and down at the end where the long string of fur flow in the wind. His expression was that of fierce judgment, eyes sharp,(mainly from the chipper wind) black lips rest in an un-opened bowed shape, and his ears un-resting taking in every sound around him. The moon light was draped over his blowing red-brown mane, brightly illuminating the white at his chest and forelegs in his zebra collaboration. The red of the rest of his short pelt dimly glowed against the grey rock he lay on; the black stripes within the red almost camouflaged him except for the glow that bounced off his bright colors.
As the brute lay there he looked to the rock under his body, tongue flicking in and out. It had iron and copper littered within its making, and with a short thought within his mind the boulder lifted from its embankment and rose into the air about 20 feet. Other rocks being held from rolling by this one loudly fell and rolled from their resting place; clamoring all the way down the mountain side until another boulder stopped it or it rolled harmlessly to the bottom. The half wolf/half dragon being then shifted his head to the moon, a brightly formed waning gibbous. He felt a sort of attachment to the moon, and being any closer to its glow as he could made him feel at peace. It was only a matter of time before someone was to find him, and he shall deal with it then. Now was a time of deliberation. The lifting of the boulder will be a direct symbol to regular wolves of his differences, but, should these wolves be just as estranged as him, they would not act differently towards him. Well, any differently that they would treat a common trespasser. He waited and contemplated calmly. [/center] ((ooc: Long Intro, sorry O.o )) [/size]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jan 7, 2010 2:56:05 GMT -5
Solid blue eyes glowed with a silver sheen in the moon’s clear light; illuminating the squared snout of the lupine who owned them. Complete in color, they held no whites, nor pupils to distract from their glow; it was one of the many features the wolf had inherited from his father. Eyes that glowed, with no whites, no pupils to distract from their intensity; but the color was of his mothers, not father’s. The black brute inhaled deeply through his large nose; half smelling, half tasting the brisk night air. From the ground, far below, he was nothing more than the silhouette of a large bird, flying the night skies on a hunt. Any body as large as his would freeze at the extreme altitude he flew at to make him appear smaller than he was, but his power kept him warm, kept him alive. Controlling and commanding the temperature of himself prevented ice from forming on his large wings and two tails. And also heating the air around him with mere thoughts made for easier flight. Largest of all the wolves of the land, he was physically unable to fly without the aide of his unique ability. His frame was too large, and his wings too heavy to sustain flight. But by expanding the air beneath him with heat, the black male could create updrafts that could cast boulders into the air (provided there was enough air beneath them to begin with). And with wings as large as the ones he owned, they easily caught the hot air, and lifted his mass into the skies. The black male licked his dark chops with pride: something he rarely showed.
He was Crow. Son of Lucid, alpha of the Mountain Pack: and should-be heir. White-tipped ears flicked as he glided steadily through the skies. Heir…it was rightfully his position. He was the first son, first-born of all his siblings. But Father had never fully acknowledged that, even as he toiled and ran himself ragged with attempts to prove it. A small frown settled upon his face. Why was nothing ever good enough? Crow didn’t know how Father thought of Tola, his sister, but he couldn’t help but feel threatened by her. After all, she was always roaming the lands, taking control of orders, and seeing to trespassers or stragglers. Crow knew he could do that, but he was never given the chance. Father always would send him away to other lands to ‘observer’ their activities. He always told himself that it was because no other was as qualified as he. He could fly without sound (for he didn’t ever have to flap his wings), and easily out of sight on cloudy nights (for his black pelt with white markings broke up his silhouette against overcast and stray moonlight). But Crow still felt ignored, left out. Never had he felt any task for him vital to the pack, or to him. He snorted, blistering steam shooting from his nostrils into the freezing air around him. Usually when he kept his body at this temperature, steam rolled off of him like smog. But because of the altitude, the air was thinned, and only small stray lines of steam hissed occasionally.
He removed his blue eyes from their trance, and scanned the ground. But though he had wings like an eagle, he did not have the bird’s skill of vision. So the details of the land below eluded him, but shapes and colors were clear with the moonlight. Crow cooled the air beneath him, dropping his altitude slightly so that he could see a bit better. His twin-tails behind him arched slightly, maintaining his body’s balance in the air, their tips (white with patterned flames) seemed to glow like his eyes. White flamed paws would seem to glow as well, but they were tucked beneath his chest and belly and hidden in his shadow. His attention suddenly snapped to the trees. Blue eyes blinked, not entirely sure of what he saw. A streak? No, a blur of color through the trees. His interest peeked, Crow dropped his altitude greatly in order to see better. The landscape of trees and rocky mountainside flew towards him at a blinding rate as he literally fell from his previous position. A quick expansion of the air below him (thunder without a sound) caught him and nearly stopped him on a dime. The impact was anything but pleasant, but Crow was used to it; plus having an enormous frame did help lessen the whiplash on his limbs and neck. Yes, there it was, a color –red- scaling the mountainside. Crow’s chest rumbled with a defensive growl, not to the stranger, but to his sister and to Father. He would show them.
Crow took a deep breath, and squinted slightly in concentration. Using his mind, he could pinpoint the exact spot behind him to which to expand the air. But the decision always had to be precise; any hair’s width off would send him hurtling to either of his flanks, or even towards the ground or skies. But countless sessions of practice had brought him to perfection, and Crow could make an accurate decision in less time than it took him to think. And with a silent explosion of air, Crow’s massive form shot foreword to the position where the straggler had stopped. Small tears threatened to spill from his eyes with the friction of the air when he first shot foreward, but he easily shook them away as his massive form slowed to a steady, gliding decline. He easily found his target, ‘floating’ upon a thick boulder with rocks surrounding it, dancing moonlight off their surfaces: it was as if it wanted to be found, which very well could be the case. Crow’s first impression (when he had witnessed the running) was that the loner was sneaking through the lands, and running into the borders undetected. But his impression had been altered. Instead of gliding to the rear of the stranger, and startling him from behind (as was Father’s habit) Crow dipped his left wing downwards and made a wide arch around the floating rock. Quickly switching wings while still descending, Crow heated the air to his left, causing him to u-turn and glide slowly to the front of the stranger. Heating the air in front of his chest to slow him to a halt, Crow also expanded the air beneath his wings and torso, causing him to hover in front of the (from what he could tell) lizard-wolf.
He had done it, beaten both Tola and Father to the punch. Crow licked his teeth from within his closed mouth. He would finally get the privilege to greet a stranger and hold their future beneath his claws. Crow’s ears flicked nervously as he realized: :he was at a loss for words.
I really have muse for Crow, but I could not (for the life of me) think of how he would start a formal greeting between superior and potential packmember. So, sorry for leaving the punch up to you. : ]
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Post by ♢ Skylar ♢ on Jan 7, 2010 5:02:31 GMT -5
The moon seemed to vibrate life over the desolate cold range, almost blocking out the stars around it greedily for attention. The tree tops glittered below as the breeze from autumns lungs brushed silently along the immense surface of the forest. It was a great night to be over the top of it all, the brute thought to himself, putting the wolf thought from his mind briefly. He could see anyone coming from a long distance away unless they come from around the bend or from the sky, which he was confident he could sense their coming. Little did he count on though, was one coming from the sky as blended as the wind itself. He lowered his head to his forelegs, talons sticking out of their sheath about 2 ½ inches uncontrollably. He could never fully retract them, they were too bulky and long and thus could only get them in about half way; however, he rather liked it. There was always some form of defense he had ‘ready’ for attack, without that moment it takes to find and retrieve metals from the earth. His fluffy ears flickered. He heard nothing different out of the night air but something was different in the atmosphere. His head lifted and looked about with sharp eyes. He had vision that he liked to compare to a hawks, but he didn’t really know as he had never seen from the eyes of such a bird, he just liked to boast it to himself. Nothing; there was nothing around him. Perhaps he was just over thinking this sense of his, but he didn’t drop it. He had known wolves and other creatures who could manipulate things around them and seem to disappear, or just be plain sneaky; either way he was wary. In the middle of his thought process his eyes caught a shadow coming up the mountain. It was quick, so when he turned his head to match the placement of his eyes, it was gone. Ah but then he felt a draft of warm air that seemed to get warmer and warmer from about him. His eyes looked above, the moon reflecting off of them, making them seem a milky red. ‘A brute, floating in the air.’ He chuckled to himself mentally, “What are the odds.” A prominent smirk bowed the left side of his lips with fangs protruding out about an inch, his eyes were fierce yet friendly, like an old friend about to say ‘speak of the devil’. He lifted to all fours, his stance peculiar in that it held no submission but no dominance either. His long thick tail swayed like a snake coiling through desert sand behind him, this meant he was excited or thinking about something, like a tail wag. For him it could mean a hostile excitement, or purely an interested excitement. In this case it was a good ‘wag’. He was mentally shocked by the pure size of this wolf. He was larger than himself, and held wings upon his back in which he did not use to stay afloat. He quirked his head slightly, ‘must have something to do with the now tropical-like air swirling about..’. He huffed loudly. This was defiantly not one of the wolves he had scented before, but by the entrance and size of this one, he must be of some importance to this pack. For a brute such as him would seem to be a good attribute. Roan was still a bit shocked to even see this wolf with wings, and yet more powers. He hadn’t seen many from his travels with such a background, and thus it was a great find for him. Perhaps, he could fit in here… but it was wise not to get ahead of him self, he knew that. “I am called Roan.” He spoke deeply but respectfully, seeing as the other was probably awaiting an introduction from the nomad. He analyzed the situation carefully, but quickly. This male had not been the first to speak, probably not an Alpha or even a beta, or he would have been hell-bent on finding out why he was trespassing here. ‘Perhaps a warrior?’ He quivered mentally, but all would be found with time. After a moments pass he spoke again, “Just going to be blunt here.” His tone.. well, rather blunt. “I have been traveling for a year or so now, searching for… searching for acceptance...” He trailed off as he shook strands of his mane from his eyes, a sort of cover-up to his innards churning at the word acceptance. “Should you even accept my presence being here… Ill muse you respectively, should you then muse me in return? I am rather curious.” He spoke of questions being answers, for he had a lot of them at this point seeing a hovering brute. Was the rest of the pack like him? What of the history of the land and pack? How they came to be? But most important on his mind, was who owned these mountains in which held his jack-pot of gold? He knew it would be absolutely insane to blurt out such questions, so he’d give up any information to this creature if he so asked. What did he have to hide anyway? He want ashamed of his resume; not 100 percent proud of it either though. Would this have been a normal wolf or other creature, Roan would have greeted them much more aggressively, but the circumstances out weighed his hostility. He stood still save for his tail; his figure though smaller than the other males, was fierce with tone, and sleek with markings of red black and white. His expression was now flat, head still quirked, judging in curiosity.
[/center] You'll have to forgive me for any off sentencing or wording, its 4 am where i dwell right now. *yawn*
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jan 8, 2010 19:16:08 GMT -5
Damn it! Damn it all! He finally had earned himself the chance to introduce another member into the pack, all on his own, and his tongue has seized within his mouth. Crow had stumbled, faltered for words within his mind, going over everything he had heard his sister or Father say to a stranger. But he didn’t want to simply copy them; he didn’t want to be nothing but a shadow, or a puppet. He wanted his own words, his own voice. But it hadn’t come… He wondered, were Tola’s words her own? Or did she simply mimic the words they had all heard Father speak? He honestly didn’t know. Sometimes, she seemed so alike him, in words and mindset…ironic, that he would look most like Father, but Tola act most like him. He gave a half-smile, as he mulled over Roan’s words. Crow was certain he had already found his voice. Father and Sister, they always demanded, always barked orders at newcomers that didn’t even know them, weren’t even familiar with the land. That was why he couldn’t find words; he had been searching for the wrong ones. ”You may call me, Crow.”
Whoever this…Roan was, Crow couldn’t help but take an instant shine to his personality. His harks flicked with his thoughts as his thick skull tilted slightly to get a better look at this lupine’s rear-end. Without shame at peeking, he looked back to Roan. ”Now, that sounds fair to me, Roan.” He couldn’t help the smile that curved his chops. It wasn’t one of bliss, or joy, but more one of childlike wonder and curiosity. How did he make the boulder levitate like that? ”But, I personally would be more comfortable on the ground. Though it seems that you’re kind’of already ‘on’ it?” His solid blue eyes looked to the floating boulder which hovered obediently beneath its master’s claws, and then to the various rocks that floated around it. Letting out a small huff, steam from his lungs hissing in the air, Crow gently lowered his hulking frame to the ground. There was no need for him to flap his wings or fold his tails. It appeared as if he was a puppet, held by one, solitary string by which his invisible puppeteer carefully lowered him to the ground by. His claws made light clicks as he landed on a large boulder, making sure that he was not in the way of Roan when he decided to lower the boulder to the ground. Crow knew one day that he would die, but in no way did he want to be squished.
He waited patiently, extremely curious to see this male’s command over the boulder in action. Truth was, Crow had absolutely no problem carrying out their discussion in the air. Unlike all other wolves, he exerted minimal effort when flying, only using his mind’s power and occasionally adjusting his balance to turn or steady himself. Crow could have hovered there for days (if he didn’t need to sleep, eat, or drink, that is) but he wanted to witness this male’s powers. Crow had seen nothing like them before. His glowing eyes watched the red tail flicker and twist in the moonlight, it was as if it had a mind of its own.
o.0 Ehh, not sure where all my exploding muse went. I just must be in too many threads…
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Post by ♢ Skylar ♢ on Jan 9, 2010 6:23:56 GMT -5
Roan flashed an amused grin as his milky eyes followed Crow’s to his hind-quarters. This wolf wasn’t frightened or dismayed by his attribute; instead he was amused by it! With his head slightly turned, as to not leave an open spot on his neck to this stranger, he fluidly sway his dragon like tail to the side in plain view. Thick muscles kept its flow steady as he whip it at it’s end, making a soft ‘snap’ with the long bundle of fur against the air. He let it fall back to its previous position, swaggering mindlessly behind him.
His eyes found their way back to the silver gleaming ones of Crow’s, a capturing sight they were, like the sheen of the moons. This male seemed reasonable enough, nothing spit-fire seemed to come from his mouth yet, only reasoning. Something Roan could respect.
His amused grin never faded as Crow suggested an earthy meeting with is words and actions. Roan nodded to him, and with hardly a thought the boulder beneath his pads glided gently back into the half-hole from which it originated. His powers over metals were now a second nature to him with very little thought needed to provoke its movement. He hadn’t always known of his powers, and thus had had a late start on training with them, but with fierce persistence, he had gotten as connected with it as his own body. Moving and forming metals was like walking or eating to him, he didn’t need much thought to do it but his mind was formally aware of when it was going on. It was the only thing that he figured made him special, or even worth a glance that wasn’t a downcast or smug look. He stepped down from the rock after it had been securely fastened, and padded to Crows front, keeping a respectable distance between pack member and nomad. He lifted his head slightly to look up to the black and white wolf, his voice less deep now after the introduction and had a lighter raspier tone to it, “Crow.. The pleasure is all mine.” He spoke very truthfully on that statement. His eyes then matched the cunningness of his next words spoken, never dropping their fierceness. “You now know my reasons for trespassing on your land. Acceptance, the probability of a place to call my own. Now inquire of me what you wish so you may then know your reasons for my keeping.” His tone was serious, not by any means monotone, but serious. His expression on the other hand still held that hint of coolness, like talking to an old friend. Every time there was a gap somewhat closed between him and this wolf, the air didn’t seem as nippy, but rather comfortably warm. It was a nice change from the cold air sweeping from the mountain onto his pelt that wasn’t protected from the patch of long fur running down his spine. He was very curious about this large male, what was it about him that made Roan feel ALMOST comforted. Could it be the circumstances of stumbling on such a relieving find, the wolf innately himself, or both? ((Lol, don't worry, i don't expect you to have 1000 word count every time XD just play him when you feel you can muster it (: lol ill do the same *looks up at 550 word count*))
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jan 13, 2010 19:22:23 GMT -5
Crow couldn’t help but grin at Roan’s words. There was just something about this character, something in the way he spoke, in the way he held himself that just sparked the young canine’s interest. His ears were perked forward as he hung on the edge of every statement, no matter how simple, that came from the rogue’s tongue. His glowing, blue eyes ran over the odd features of this wolf once more, absorbing every single detail with zest. His tails gave slight wags behind him, but he held them still for the most part; appearing like a pup would not grant him the respect that he searched for. He had to regain himself, and not be drawn into his imagination – which had suddenly grown vivid with Roan’s appearance. He could tell that the male was holding pack on something; though it wasn’t really an observation, more of a feeling that Crow had. But it wasn’t hostile. It was as if the male wasn’t willing to see that… He couldn’t quite put a word to it.
Questions swam within his mind, and he wanted to ask them all. But being overwhelming was not his nature, as Crow usually was one to hold his tongue with courtesy. Flat tongue licked his fangs from inside his closed chops as he pondered which he would ask first. In his wonder he wanted to know everything about this wolf, but in his position of power, he had to make sure he covered the important things. He didn’t want to grant a villain or murderer permission to roam his family’s lands. White-tipped harks flicked with his own thoughts as he analyzed each and every one. The slim smile returned to his chops as he picked out his question to ask.
His large skull cocked once again in curiosity, ”I hate to impose, but I somewhat have to in this situation. Would you mind explaining yourself? Physically, I suppose is what I mean. I’ve never seen anyone quite like you.” He felt like a pup, being awed by this stranger’s appearance. Flashy, thick mane, stripes upon his forelegs that Crow had never seen the likes of before…and especially the male’s rear-side. It seemed almost, ‘reptilic’, especially the tail. Crow’s black claws scratched into the boulder; eager for an answer. [/blockquote]
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Post by ♢ Skylar ♢ on Jan 13, 2010 21:48:16 GMT -5
Roan couldn't help but flash a toothy, open mouthed grin, almost like he was chuckling but no sound came out. That was one of the few nicer questions about his appearance he had ever received, he almost didn't know how to answer it. He had never had to answer it before, most could smell his blood was different and that was enough for them, ones who had accepted him long ago knew he was different but never really asked. Never really cared he suspected. The only one who ever really tried to pry it out of him was Kiri, blessed Kiri who also showed fascination with his ethnicity. From her stories, her encounters with Dragons had been horrible ones, having lost her first mate and son to one, but she never treated him any differently. 'What a soul that one was...' he thought to himself, and with that thought his expression softened the smallest bit. He snapped from it mentally, the scales along his tail vibrated softly as he redirected his thoughts to answer the question. He cocked his head slightly with the tilt of Crow's, eyes searching Crow's face for the words, his eyes more so flickering; searching in his own mind.
"I am just as perplexed by you as you are of me... I am what most call a 'mutt'. A biological smudge on the rules nature has foraged, but yet here I am, a deviation." His smile returned, "My father was a Dragon of the earth, thus my metal and rock wielding powers, and my mother was a wolf."He lulled his eyes at the explanation of his mother. It was kind of a 'duh' thing he didn't have to add. He puffed his chest out a bit, fur fluffing along his spine and neck as he lifted a paw to chest, talons digging into his mane, "A proclamation of their love." He huffed quietly at the amusement in his voice when he really could have cared less about what he was. Slight amused smile remained as his previous posture returned, muscles slowly untensing and scales rippling. He rather liked what he was, it made him who he is, and he wasn't unsatisfied by it. He just didn't care about any differences anyone saw in him. He never saw anything but the personality of another. While he mused at others appearances, taking interest to them, he never judged until they gave him something plausible to judge for.
His tail whisked around his hind and legs as he sat, feeling less on edge around this physically intimidating wolf. "So half over sized reptile, I suppose would be the best explanation." He flicked his tongue in and out as a show, but as he did he caught the whiff of a small amount of gold lying 10 meters below the ground to their short left. Roan blinked and let his talons dig into the frosty soil, extending them all the way out from their sheath and from the ground arose the clump of gold. Dirty and molting/melting into a form. The gold was glowing a light-blue color, and with fluid formation it's lumps turned into edges and formed into a collar like ring, large enough to fit a wolf even greater in size than crow. The collar started to form a wedge(like and axe) all around it, the sharp part pointing inward. A death collar. Roans favorite device to use on prey when he's not feeling up to a hunt. With his mind he can contact it to a smaller size in an instant. Severing vitals in the neck. He's taken a homkai's ((a mythical hoofed animal)) head straight off once with it, but he didn't like doing it. Seemed too gruesome. He then formed the gold into a small statue of a leaf barren tree, roots and all. Its length was the size of Roan's chest to maw, incredible specific detail etched into every grove of bark and branch. He set it peacefully back to the ground, roots partly digging into the ground, while the rest spur from the soil giving the tree an abnormal lifted look from the ground. It stopped glowing the light blue.
His head following the small statue to the ground, he sighed slightly as looked back up to Crow, "Iv trained hard, friend. That was just the little stuff."[/size]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 2, 2010 20:59:36 GMT -5
From the start, Crow had been interested in this Roan, and the thought kept picking back at him. He really was amazed by how quickly he had taken a liking to this wolf, well, wolf-dragon. He had always been one to be cautious and suspicious of others. But maybe he had only been trained that way, and that was the reason for it. He pushed such notions from his mind, they would only lead to troubling thoughts. Besides, Roan’s words had the ability to put pictures in Crow’s mind, even if that was not their intention. His black ears flicked as the back of his neck flexed slightly, hair raising and lower. He hung onto Roan’s explanation of himself, the words that most interested him: ‘a proclamation of their love’. It was odd, but Crow had never seen himself or any of his siblings that way. In fact, if you were to ask him if his parents loved one another, he would of course say yes, but then second guess himself. He had never really seen any affection between them at all. Could he consider himself the same way Roan did to himself? His whiskers twitched slightly as the thought came but quickly disappeared as Crow smirked with Roan’s ‘half oversized reptile’ comment; most likely it would come back to bother him later.
He watched as the dragon-wolf suddenly seemed mildly distracted. Seeing the pointed nose on Roan twitch, Crow instinctually whiffed the air himself, but could smell nothing out of place. Black jaws parted slightly to ask, but he paused, watching as Roan slightly dug his claws into the ground. His thick brows narrowed slightly from curiosity. The brown canine lifted his paw, and beneath it a quivering, twisting form of something. Crow frowned, his head retracting slightly. It took him a moment to realize that it was gold. Glowing eyes widened slightly with astonishment, he had never seen it in such a pure form before. It could be found in some of the caves scattered throughout the mountainsides, but it was always veined throughout the cave walls. He could remember one wolf trying to remove it, but only succeeding at chipping a small piece away along with part of the cave. But he saw that Roan commanded metals, and watched intently as he molded and shaped the element with merely his mind.
The large wolf blinked, the blue lights from his eyes turning off and back on again. The tree was magnificent, it’s branches seemed to glow with a sheen from the pale light from the moon. The reflected night light from the patches of snow upon the ground caused it to glitter. Crow had never seen a piece of artwork before, and he was truly amazed by it. To think that someone, anyone really, could take nothing and create something that had never before existed and had never before been seen. It gave him a slight chill and at the same time, made him yearn to find something within his own mind to bring to life. He lowered his head to the ground – laying completely flat – admiring the trunk of the tree. He smiled warmly, seeing the light from his blue eyes reflect off the pure metal’s surface and back at him. Crow had an urge to show Roan what he could do. He could melt the statue, but he wasn’t sure if he could even bring himself to destroy such a beautiful thing. His large head tilted as he gazed into his reflection, searching for an answer. He had it.
The large wolf shot immediately to his feet, motivated by the inspiration Roan had given to him. A few steps to his left, in the shadow of a boulder, a patch of snow sat. With his large paws, he scooted the snow to the tree, surrounding it at it’s base. He patted it lightly, making it even on all sides before sitting and allowing a smirk to curve his face. Faster than anyone could blink, the snow shot into boiling steam and drifted high into the night sky before Crow released his grip on it’s temperature. The steam slowly dissipated in the cold air and fell as thin snowflakes, carried away by a low breeze. The statue glimmered, hard to believe, even brighter than before, having been polished quickly and painlessly by hot steam. Crow’s smirk couldn’t help but widen. ”That was just the little stuff.” he mumbled through his grin. He lay back down again, and lowered his head so it was level with the statue so he could properly admire it some more. ”So Roan, why choose the Mountains as a home? Why this pack? For other reasons than mining, of course.” His voice was distantly distracted, but whether Roan knew it or not, Crow was paying a lot of attention to him.
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Post by ♢ Skylar ♢ on Feb 5, 2010 2:00:36 GMT -5
Roan’s ears twittered when Crow shot from his hind and began packing snow, what was this wolf doing? Surly he had a purpose to his actions without notice, but the brute couldn't help but feel a bit excited about what Crow was about to show him. He was fascinated by others' unique innate powers. He himself had only received his powers from his father, who was anything but your average creature, but these wolves had powers entwined in their very existence. It really made him wonder where these blessings had originated from… from gods who blessed a pack of wolves and have since bred around? Or perhaps a strange mutation in their genetics that has grown wild and diverse? Whatever the case, Roan was fascinated by it, just as he was fascinated with his own abilities.
As Crow preformed his magic on his golden statue, making it shine like a beacon against the rocky ground, Roan’s mouth curled. His snake tongue peeking through his large front k-9’s and his eyes glittered, “I know what you mean Friend.”
His tail flicked behind him as Crow then asked his reasoning for coming to the mountains and his creaking smile dulled. He really hadn’t come here for any other reason than for the mining. This place was perfect for his element, it made him feel alive and one with himself as he could connect to almost anything that was foraged in the ground. Although…. Now that he knew what kind of wolves dwell here, god-blessed or mutated freaks, which ever it is, he maybe could really feel at home here.
Then a thought caught his mind, he didn’t really know if the rest of the pack here were like himself and Crow. Perhaps crow was the freak in a pack of Norms, like Roan himself had been a few times. He had spoken one to many words to a pack member before and got run out for asking too many questions, or appearing like a spy or an ally of an enemy. He still had so many questions, dire questions that tickled his throat, but out of respect, and the sheer wanting to not f*** this opportunity up by not letting the other male fill his own muse first, he answered Crows question with a shift of his head and swallowed the yearning, “Mining is the only thing that drew me here, but will probably not be the only thing to keep me here. I’ve only come across one, one other pack that was as ‘blessed’ as you and me. To not be considered the ‘ace in the hole’ freak amongst others is a deal sealer for me.” In an abstract way, this was asking him if the pack was like them both. If the pack was normal, Crow would correct him, if not, it really was a deal sealer for him.
Something about this Crow, in his shining blue but silver reflective orbs really made the Brute feel… something… something he hadn’t really felt before, nor had cared to feel it… Something called hope? Was that the word; A mixture of excitement and believing? Weird…
Roan snorted at the thought and feel, trying to shake the girlishness of his emotions from his macho ex and interior, but he couldn’t help but feel his blood dancing inside of him.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 5, 2010 18:31:53 GMT -5
Crow’s expression grew thoughtful as Roan answered his question. And though it didn’t show, he was slightly disappointed that Roan had only that one reason. Harks flicked with thought, usually others aimed to join the mountains, having heard of the pack’s mighty leadership and strength. And Crow had figured lately – since the pack had seemed to flourish with new members begging for acceptance left and right – that it was because his father, and everyone’s alpha, had taken the Kumori Plains as his own. And now their pack had more than twice the land to live from. Why would any wolf not want to live with this pack? But now that the thought occurred to him, perhaps there were more reasons behind the pack’s members than what Crow allowed himself to assume. His whiskers twitched as he sat up slowly, glowing eyes still admiring the art before him. The need to know the reasons behind the wolves that come here now picked at the back of his mind.
But, even though the pride he had for his pack was slightly bruised because of Roan’s reason, Crow still admired the male’s honesty. True honesty, it was a thing that Crow rarely heard – let alone felt from others. And now that he had his taste of it, Crow expected to have it from everyone he spoke with – this moment on. His heavy brows came from their fold of deep thoughts and his eyes settled in a subtle smile. ”Well, Roan, welcome home.” He kept his gentle gaze on the statue as he spoke. It was odd for him to feel such a connection with another wolf – especially one he had just met. He had never felt like this towards another. The wolves he spoke to often didn’t know him and so were distant, and even his family never seemed to have provided him with the comfort and reassurance that Roan could. His whisker’s twitched. Crow considered Roan a good friend. Was he wrong to? After all, they only had just met, but there was just something about this character that drew Crow in. Perhaps it was his honesty, or whimsical and noble nature, but whatever it was, Crow enjoyed it, and he hoped to himself that Roan agreed with the friendship as well. [/blockquote]
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Post by ♢ Skylar ♢ on Feb 8, 2010 4:49:01 GMT -5
Home….. The word was always dismissible to Roan, something that was always temporary, never tangible. Why should it mean anything new now?... he asked himself this but his insides felt differently. He felt this hope a rise and like maybe this could be something permanent. Should he have been conversing with someone other than Crow, he probably would be more cautious about such an easy acceptance, but this wolf felt genuine. His love for his home felt genuine, and Roan felt honored to be invited in by him. His eyes slightly widened in a sort of disbelief; he didn’t come here expecting others like him, nor hospitality into the pack itself. Roan took a deep breath in and let it out slowly; savoring the moment of luck he had stumbled upon. Or maybe it wasn’t luck, maybe it was destiny, if there was such a thing?
His attention then turned away from himself and back on Crow. Never before had he seen a wolf larger, well, at least taller than him. With his whole package, Crow was a gentleman, something Roan had defiantly not expected from his first glance at him. He really liked this wolf; he was genuine and rather admired him for him. Crow had the power to formally accept him into the pack. Was he the alpha of these gold mines? He didn’t quite hold that air about him… perhaps the second in command? And why was he so easily welcomed to the pack… everywhere else seemed to require strict resumes… was this pack recruiting for something bigger, or had Crow rather liked Roan enough to provide allowance… or perhaps this was a community of open arms? He chuckled to himself in his head.... open arms, there’s always a hitch.
Roan wished to know more about this male and his home here… His home. Roan shivered internally with excitement at the thought. He looked to the sky with deep amber eyes glowing against the moon, and the rocks and golden tree around them seemed to emit a blue shining aura.
He looked back to Crow, ground below them still radiating, his gaze powerful but kind, “Asante sana… means thank you." A genuine smile appeared on his black lips, and faded only a little when asking his next questions; the full smile was still prevalent in his voice, "Crow, tell me about what I would be getting myself into here? Tell me about you? Not to worry though, I am not one to run or hide from the truth.” His yearning finally came up in one, maybe two blunt sentences. He wanted to know more about his new friend, even though he felt like he had know him for years.. He also could feel the land had been shaken very recently, by something or someone.. the rocks seemed to still quiver from a shift in the balance.(Hehe just had to throw that in there) Would he have a peaceful few years in this pack or would he be called to defend his new home…[/size]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 8, 2010 16:12:55 GMT -5
His thick whiskers twitched, though the smooth, upward curve to his chops held fast. It didn’t take a psychic to tell that an enormous weight had been lifted from Roan’s shoulders. At first Crow had assumed it was merely nervousness from meeting with a wolf as large and odd as him. But as they had conversed and Crow had gained insight about his pack’s newest edition, it seemed that Roan’s nervousness came only from fear of rejection. Crow couldn’t help but make the assumption that Roan, before, had been rejected from a few lands. His large, right ear ticked with the notion. And even though Roan wouldn’t be able to tell if Crow was looking directly at him or not, he kept his soft gaze upon the tree as he pondered. He wasn’t exactly sure how closely he could relate any of his experiences to the dragon-wolf, but he understood all-too well the sting of rejection.
His face turned sour for a mere moment before he shook such unpleasant memories from his mind. None of that mattered now, he was finally home, one with the pack. And more than that – in charge. Though it was a shared leadership between him and his sister, Crow strived to make it work. And through all her quippy remarks, he could tell that Tola was trying as well. It was a test, Crow was certain, laid out for them by Father while he was away. But, Crow was sure that he would never be chosen as Lucid’s right-hand, as the heir of the Mountain throne. Having committed himself to humility, he subtly tried to teach it to his sister, though at times it seemed pointless. White-tipped harks flickered with Roan’s voice. It had once again pulled him from being lost within his own thoughts.
Crow smiled, beamed nearly. Never before had he heard another language. Although in stories and legends he knew of their existence, but his ears rang, tickled with the strange words. A notion to learn it – all of it – swept over him. Someday he’d ask to be taught it, he had no doubt that Roan would be nothing but enthusiastic. But for now, he focused on Roan’s immediate question. He smirked, immediately assuming that Roan was delicately trying to pry an explanation of Crow’s outer appearance since he had already given his own. The large wolf stood, his shoulder a good head’s height above Roan’s shoulders. ”Well what can I say?” He stepped to turn in a circle so that Roan could see every inch of him. ”I’m the spitting image of my Fa-“ Crow paused, his back to his companion. ‘What would I be getting myself into here?’ The perky demeanor seemed to slowly fade away as thoughts resurfaced themselves. Lucid – the alpha – had annexed the Kumori Plains, the freelands, into his own territory. That had been his reason for placing his two kin in charge in the first place. Crow loved his home, loved his pack, but he had never felt comfortable with their claim of a land that was not meant for them. It wasn’t even meant for anyone. The ancestors – so he had been told – had placed the plains there for a refuge to any wolf rejected or singled out by pack society. It was a place to be free – or at least it had been.
Crow’s twin-tails swayed in unison. The pack had not even spoken against their leader’s act of stealing the lands. But in all Crow had seen, he could not decipher whether they held their tongues because they truly supported him, or because they truly feared him. Crow looked over his shoulder, back to Roan, eyes glowing fiercly. For so long he had felt lied to, by his own leader, by his own father – he would not lie to Roan. His tone had turned serious, but he attempted to sound light as he had before. ”What exactly do you want to know?”
OOC- this totally just flowed from my finger tips in less than twenty minutes Roan + Crow = INSANE muse : ] I love it!
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Post by ♢ Skylar ♢ on Feb 8, 2010 18:10:31 GMT -5
Roan mused and laughed lightheartedly as Crow less than danced in a light footed circle. His large stature was a spectacle, a spectacle of size Roan had only seen in dragons; though they were small dragons, they were still dragons one the less. How had Crow achieved such size and markings without having dragon in him? Perhaps dire blood or even a genetic tactic brought on by his god blessed mutant genes. Roan, while still showing muse on his face and laughter caught himself in his head; was he really that scientifically technical about everything? Why can’t things just be as they are without a detailed explanation to make him satisfied? His laughed turned into a chuckle toward himself, but eyes were fixed on Crow as he suddenly stopped, with his back toward him.
”I’m the spitting image of my Fa-“ [/i] Roans ears perked and his giggling ceased, head cocking slightly to the interrupted speech. What was this male struggling with…Should Roan himself been asked such a question, he probably would have gone off on an enthusiastic rant about his home, speaking of those he respected, and the lands history… you know, the stuff to be proud of… but Crow struggled with words for such things. I don’t think he’s trying to hide anything… he warily pondered, but he’s disturbed by something… Roan could just figure he hit a nerve by provoking some sort of thought process that brought Crow into an uncomfortable place… it must have to do with the quivering ground beneath either paws… something Crow probably couldn’t feel, but Roan was directly connected to it. “The rocks quiver with a shift in the natural balance…they leak a negative energy, but they haven’t always done so… It is recent.” His tongue snaked in and out tasting the energy from the vibrating metals; they weren’t tainted, but rather shaken like from when a father demeans and yells at his child. ”I am no mind reader, but it is obvious you are disturbed by something Crow. The energy beneath your pads seems to silence their quaking, though as soon as you move, they start again. I believe your question of what do I want to know needs to be redirection, what should I know?” His eyes flickered and became serious along with the rest of his expression. His tail behind him lay still, only moving to coil around his hind and legs as he sat. His tail formed a tight circle around him, wrapping all the way around with the brush at the end peaking around his left side. It kept his paws warm to do so, and made him feel more comfortable with such an uneasy topic. His eyes fixed on Crow He felt for Crow, he wished to banish this ailment from his life so he could be at ease; the only thing he could do now was listen intently. And listening intently he was.[/color][/center] ooc: I agree, im loving this thread![/size]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 23, 2010 20:06:54 GMT -5
Crow found himself at a crossroads, one he had never before encountered. He had thought his natural reaction should have been –
[/u] will I be able to trust you’ [/i][/ul] -- Crow halted in his thoughts. He was unsure where his ideals of the pack started and the voice of his Father ended. Looking at it directly, it was all blurred together. He had difficulty preventing a snake of confusion from slithering through his mind. It left him feeling violated and slimy, but he was clueless why. He had only faltered in his thoughts, miss-stepped verbally while speaking with Roan, hadn’t he? Looking back to his companion, Crow could see something in Roan’s eyes about himself that he was ignoring. He had never admitted to anyone, but he felt so confused at times. And it mostly revolved around Father. But there was no reason for it; he was so strong, so powerful. He had obtained what no other pack dared to. And now the Misuteriasu pack had more than double their land and resources. Then why did Crow always feel a ‘wrong’ about his father? He didn’t know. He always supposed it was the weakness within him that Lucid always pointed out. Was that what it was? That feeling within him that something was off, that what his own father was doing wasn’t right? Was that his weakness? And right now, at this very moment when he had stumbled with his words, were those his weak thoughts catching him off guard? He knew that he always had let his father down, never properly earning his trust, or meeting with the standards. Crow always knew deep down that those were the reasons he had been sent away for so long. Scouting other lands, Lucid had always called it. But Crow often wondered if he just wanted his failure of a son out of his way. He heaved a heavy sigh, and turned to Roan. His glowing eyes curved with a silent apology as he studied his companion in silence for a moment. ”I don’t know much of anything about rocks, Roan, but the only thing that bothers me is myself.” Crow looked away, a sign that he did not want to go into any specific details. Standing tall and proud, he seemed to have shaken off any second-thoughts he had conveyed before. ”What you need to know is that we are a proud pack. The Misuteriasu Wolves are the strongest of this land, and are most deserving. Our great leader, Lucid, has taken the once-free Kumori Plains, and it now is our own.” He motioned to the South with his chin. ”Our boundaries extend from the northernmost mountains all the way to the southern end of the plains. We have our great alpha to thank for this.” He felt so off, like he had rehearsed what he had just said and spat it back out at someone. But he supposed that this was what Father would have expected, would have wanted. Crow gave a slight shake of his head, it felt so cluttered and overwhelmed. He sighed silently to himself. He needed to fly, to get up and away from this buzz of confusion he had brought upon himself. Extending an enormous wing, he pointed to the Northwest, to the highest of the mountains. ”The tallest peak is where the den resides, a cave located beneath a lip in the mountains, slightly less than halfway up. It is the largest cave of the mountain range. There you’ll find other members as well as my equal-in-charge, Tola. If needed, you will receive any pack-duties from her.” He blocked any thoughts of his sister from creeping in to his head, less they awaken his frustration along with his confusion. Crow took a step back, and dipped his head apologetically – not entirely because he felt the need to leave, but more so because he knew he had somewhat left Roan in the dark. ”Now if you wouldn’t mind excusing me, I must return to my work of patrolling our borders.” He felt a small yearning to stay, to share each of his confusing thoughts with Roan, to see what this wise dragon-wolf had to offer in exchange. But Crow knew that his thoughts were merely weak and jumbled, and he knew sharing any doubts he might feel of his own father – their alpha – to a subordinate, to anyone, would be unacceptable.[/blockquote] Ahhhh, hope you don’t mind ending this so soon! Me and Sway want to get the ball rolling again in the Kumori Plains (break the habit) and in order to do that I need to wrap up all of Crow’s threads in the Mountains. (we kinda jumped ahead on ourselves with that one, we weren’t expecting so much activity!) [/size]
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Post by ♢ Skylar ♢ on Feb 26, 2010 1:46:08 GMT -5
Crows posture became peculiar and was throwing off the vibe that Roan had gained from his expressions. He listened intently but showed a varied look of annoyance to Crow dancing around the true answer to his question. The information was useful, and he was happy to of obtained it, but he did indeed feel left in the dark. The land was quaking, and it was obvious so was Crows foundation. There was something very dysfunctional here, but it was none of Roans business until it involved him, so he wouldn’t push it upon the large wolf to give him the information he wanted. It would come eventually… if it was important enough to begin with. Maybe it was just a family thing... an internal pack thing.. or an internal Crow thing.
Roan said nothing in return to Crow before he turned and left, he merely gave him a look that said ‘I understand, do what you gotta do’ and watched him turn away, almost in a hurry. He knew what he ‘had to do’ wasn’t just patrol boarders, he made that clear by the sudden shift in his overall stance, he did have something to do though, something to sort out within himself that made Roan almost uncomfortable thinking about. Something that must be just as uncomfortable for Crow.
Roan shivered slightly and shifted in his spot; snowflakes were gently coming down to the earth right now, something the large wolf didn’t like. He liked the heat, almost gruesomely so, he loved to pant, he loved to feel his blood boil and become thick, and there was nothing more comfortable to him. But this cold was obnoxious, survivable and well worth the gold mine he could now call a home, but still obnoxious.
Home. He looked around him in a sort of wonder and seriousness; it was beautiful because it was his. So delicious…. His forked tongue slipped from its cell and swiped his lips, his eyes now scanning the shimmering golden tree. He never really had an eye for art and nor did he ever think in a creative sense but he was rather quite impressed with his little statue. It was a simple symbol of how far he had come with his alchemy, the detail he could now so easily put into it was nothing but a mere thought without much effort. He was proud. Kiri would be proud… “Ha!” He snorted suddenly to himself, not giving his humor to that thought much attention. She was the only one who ever believed in him, and made him believe in himself on a deeper level. The only mother, the only friend he ever really knew, though Crow showed promise to him that he wouldn’t be alone anymore. He didn’t really mind being alone, but company was nice… His tail flicked beside his massive zebra striped paw, making his large iridium bracelet move on his leg. Iridium, he had never known what kind of a metal it was exactly, he had never come across a lot of it before, a seemingly rare metal. He always wondered where his father had found it to give it to him. It was a large thing, almost a cuff, with 6 opal stones imbedded in it, evenly spaced. One of the hardest metals known on earth combined with one of the softest gems always seemed ironic to Roan. Between each gem was written ‘A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi’ meaning a rock at your front, and wolves at your back in Latin; also an ironic thing to him. Between a rock and hard place… that’s where Roan had always found himself, only the rock was something Roan could move, and the wolves were always something immovable, until now. Now he was accepted, in a place and with others that were like him, different. His father had always known what his alchemy would be, and this had proved it, he also knew that the wolven kind wouldn’t always accept him, and he would find himself only being able to rely on himself. Maybe that’s what his father was trying to tell him through this relic; to always be able to rely on himself first. Roan smiled cryptically, “Wise ass lizard.” And with that he picked himself up and started off toward a howl in the distance.
occ: Haha no problem (: Im sad to see this stopped though! We shall meet again Crow X)[/size]
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