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Post by kerrigan on Feb 21, 2010 0:19:24 GMT -5
Sometimes, it's not what happens, it's the decisions you make. Most days its fine, you can handle what the past has done to you, and your worries about the future. But those other days? Well, that was a totally different story. Some days it could drag you down, just make you want to kill something, rip open a vein. Someone else's or yours, it would not matter at the time so great was that anguishy center of...whatever. Hard to describe, because what words could exactly relay the correct emotions felt by living creatures. Apparently not enough to stop the flow of time or correctly bring across an idea. Because they were abstract, just like most of the other things that minds found important to life. A job, a connection. Something. But these days? Yeah, so totally not one of those days for Kerrigan, you feel me? Today was a good day, a happy day. Or so he thought. He'd made one of those decisions. A choice. A good one, he hoped, and one that wouldn't bite him in his arse later in life. Because hell, he'd had enough of that. Those were the bad days. But that subject was so not where he was about to go now. That was for another time. It was happy time now, or at least a time for missions.
He'd taken the time, settled down in his den, and made a list. Zephora had been by his side, but had remained silent mostly, adding in with her soothing voice little things he missed because he was busy, and calming him when he got frustrated at his own indecisiveness. She was his support group, his root to the gentle murmurings of the pack. And through that, he had narrowed down and found his choice. Some others would be disappointed, and for that he was sorry. But it had to be done because he needed someone to help he and Zephora. Specially with the pups coming soon. He thought of them a moment, then let it go, his feet traveling for him. She was due in the spring, and he couldn't wait, but the pack needed to band together to run the territory at its peak while pups wobbled around camp. It would be extremely necessary to have guards. His mind jerked away again, and he lifted his muzzle, sniffing the air. Well, he couldn't seem to find her, but maybe she'd already return to camp. It had been morning when she'd gone out, and now it was nearing afternoon.
He flicked his ears a moment, his body stuff, before turning abruptly and bounding back toward camp. His steps were heavy, loping, like an over grown puppy. It was on purpose, or maybe it was not on purpose. Not a graceful run, but a gangly one. One that made sense for his long legs and big paws. He was suddenly, a bumbling child. Not that his mind was that way, but the sudden shift in body language shouted it. But then he picked up speed and his steps were monitored and he was once again a big man, alpha of the group. Strong lines and bold confidence oozed from his thick black pelt, the lightning markings flickering, but not so noticeable in the crisp air and the bright, clear blue sky. The sun was strong, blinding, but it was a nice day. The best looking one in a while. He was afraid for a snowstorm, even though they didn't come this far south usually. Never could tell. Those ancestors could pull a fast one on you.
He worked his muscles, loving the stretching-and-then-relaxing vibe of the pace. He's tail waved behind him, a proud flag for him. This is me. Don't mess it up. It stated this, with each grant flicker and swish of lime, and every swish and curl of the appendage itself. His paws smashed through thin ice, his paws getting wet, but he didn't mind. His marsh, and this came with the territory. Literally. And he could see the camp. Just a wooded blob, trailing from the thin line of trees that cut through the middle of the marsh. It rose up, maybe 4 feet, or solid, rich, dry earth. Large droopy trees, with massive roots that clung deep. Yeah, it was creepy. But damn, it was so home. As time past he thought, and thought some more about nearly nothing, and when he came to the abrupt slope of the plateau-camp he was vaguely surprised but accepted it. Whatever, he was there. His haunches bunched and he didn't hesitate, leaping for the grooves only the Nigori pack knew, taking three hops to the top, and slipping through a little bit of brush and into the camp.
He gazed around, tongue hanging out, it's lime surface gleaming. He drew it back, swiped his muzzle and woofed, a command. His head tilted, one hear up, wondering if a response would come. he wasn't even going to try smell again. It hadn't been a good warning system earlier.
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Post by ! w o l f o x. on Feb 21, 2010 1:56:08 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 had been happier as of late. No longer was she haunted by the cries of pups or by the guilt that she had felt from abandoning her pack. She had merely been following the commands of her previous alpha as she ran away, DILIVI giving her life to save Sabbath's own hide. No longer did any of it matter to her. The past could no longer grip her throat tightly in its jaws and snap shut. She had been given a new life, something much better. She had found friends; wolves who didn't run from her for her appearance. She had found a pack; a home and a family to call her own. She had found - to put it simply - peace.
It was an odd peace, especially in these times in which Lucid was running free, and the tensions across the lands of Aelyn were running faster than the fastest of prey. But her peace didn't have to make sense to anyone else, it was simply hers, and hers alone.
So it didn't come as a surprise to see Sabbath, after doing a round of patrol, lazing around. She lay on the grass, the ground above the dens, basking in what little sunlight streaked through the winter air and taking it all in. Just because she was of the fire, didn't mean that she didn't enjoy the clean that was the sunlight. Sabbath lay on her side, her paws out stretched in front of her. Her tail flicked rhythmically and her golden eyes had slipped shut some time ago. There was nothing more to this than the simple pleasures of a wolf.
But a woof aroused her from her state of half-sleep. Her eyes clicked open and the rest of her body went shock still as she registered the sound in her mind. Rising up swiftly, on her paws, tremors ran through her muscles, shaking the grass that clung to her pelt. She looked to the ground, smiling in the simple fast that while her paws may burn the earth, her body did nothing to it at all. Her audits flicked around, figuring out where the sound had come from, and as soon as she located it, she bounded towards the other wolf.
As she approached Kerrigan, she smiled widely, an aloof grin on her face as she slowed to a trot before stopping all together in front of the massive wolf. Yes, Kerrigan was larger than she, a gargantuan in size compared to her, and yet, Sabbath knew that some of the tiniest wolves could have the most frightening powers. She lifted her head slightly, her golden orbs training on her alpha's face. "You called, Ker?" She asked. Sabbath had always called him Ker since their first meeting by the border of the packlands. And yet, in times of desperate seriousness, she would call him 'Alpha' or 'Alpha Kerrigan', but none of those names felt right to her and so she prefered to call him Ker. What more would you expect from a wolf with two names?
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Post by kerrigan on Feb 25, 2010 19:01:14 GMT -5
His ears caught the sound of movement not a minute later and a smile slid over his long, thick muzzle. Good, she was here. It saved him time roaming around the lands searching for the female when he had other duties to do. Not that she wasn't important, but he still had to do many things about the land. He let his ears relax and lowered his rump to the ground, sitting quietly as he waited. His feet were splayed out, but very nicely done so it was a comfortable position, an almost lazy one, but his body still radiated with power and any keen eye could see this arrangement of long legs was for advantage if it came down to it. His lower jaw opened in a soft pant, to pass the time, his sabers filed down to just below his jaw, and his tongue ran over his muzzle easily, without worry of being cut. It was skill that allowed them over the white growths when he had forgotten to file for a while. His tail swished, and he remained in a state of easy repose, quiet and still. Nearly approachable. Except for his great size.
And then he perked up, maw closing swiftly and he straightened a bit in respect for his pack member as Sabbath slid out of her den. She was probably the oddest wolf he had seen in Aelyn. And that was saying something. There were neon wolves, pixie wolves, elephant wolves. But Sabbath? Yeh, no idea what her genes were trying to say. Maybe dragon mostly. And ram. He ran his gaze over her, taking a deeper look, one he usually didn't since he knew her and why look at someone you knew? She was a crimson female, beautiful in her exotic way. Slim, but muscled. Smaller than he, but a good size. Large, scale plates on her chest and stomach, dragon tail, horns. She was an art type all her own. A painting that someone had gone a bit too....carefree on. And the fae was the same. Her own personality, fun and energetic, but she understood what had to be done and when to be an adult. And he liked that. A lot.
He watched her face pull into a grin, and he smiled back, a charming expression on his face. He twitched his tail, peering down at her as she stopped in front of him. A bemused expression changed his face at her greeting. But he said nothing. She was one of the few that was allowed to be so informal. He couldn't explain why, just that anything else out of her muzzle was odd. He let his lime claws dig into the ground, as he opened his muzzle to answer. "Och, aye. I did indeed." His agreement gave nothing away but pleasant friendliness of a passing hello. But his eyes gleamed with private entertainment. Something was up, and he was about to tell her. But not out where everyone could hear a private discussion. He stood up in a flex of muscles, tilting his head, gesturing to his den. "Come alon'. I needa talk to yew," he woofed even as he turned away and slid into his large den. The walls were smooth to the touch, but had grooves in it. No sharp edges. Before reaching his sleeping chamber, Kerrigan veered off, going down a smaller tube and into another room that would open up on the other side of camp. But as it was, another place to meet while Zephora slept.
He turned and sat down again, facing the way he'd come, waiting for Sabbath to come back in. Actually, he couldn't wait. He had trouble keeping news to himself, specially when it dealt with his whole pack. But he also worried the female would turn it down. Really, he would pick another if she refused, but since she was his first choice it would piss him off a little. Okay, a lot, but it was her choice to take on responsibility. His lightning markings jumped, as if excited too, flipping out all over his coat. Hopefully, she wouldn't guess why she was being invited.
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Post by ! w o l f o x. on Feb 25, 2010 20:10:33 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 looked curiously at Kerrigan, wondering why he seemed different. She couldn't tell what exactly- all she knew was that something was deffinately different with the large brute. Her paws shuffled slightly, unerved at the fact that she couldn't place what was different. But he greeted her, a smile on his muzzle as well, causing her tail to wag in a slow, steady beat. He motioned toward the den, beckoning her to follow along, and her body stilled for a split second as many thoughts ran through her mind. Was he going to exile her from the pack? Had he truely taken a look at her, deciding he didn't want his future pups to grow up around such a nightmare? Her inner mind whimpered with the thought and she hoped that was wasn't the case.
Yet, despite the turmoil in her mind, she followed. She mirrored his steps as he led her into his den, taking a detour from what she assumed to be the sleeping chamber. When he sat down, she slowly entered into the foreign chamber to join him. For a moment, as she looked at him, she almost thought of telling him he looked like a pup being praised for its first kill. But she brushed off the thought, not allowing the words to even touch her tongue. She didn't want to say anything to upset Kerrigan when she couldn't figure out why she had been summoned. Her nose twitched slightly, getting used to the new smell, her tail wrapping around her left flank. Her audits were in between flat against her horns and perked up. "What did you need to talk about?" She questioned, her voice an octave lower than usual, due to the fact that she was unsure of the situation at hand. Her head tilted to the side slightly, wondering what had Kerrigan acting just a bit different. Surely, he would have let her know already had it been anything bad. Surely if he saw her a threat to his future pups, he wouldn't have brought her so close to the sleeping Zephora. So surely, it must be something good. Right?
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Post by kerrigan on Feb 28, 2010 18:11:59 GMT -5
He wondered briefly if he was freaking the poor female out. He knew he had good new, but she didn't and he was acting very strange all of a sudden. Out of the blue for her since he hadn't said anything to her before hand about he and Zephora's private conversations. But then again, she should know if he was smiling it was something she would like or at least feel good over. And she better feel good over this choice. It was a big one for the pack that wasn't a ho-hum every day deal. But maybe she just needed the words more than trying to infer by herself. He did not know her past, not really, but he understood it had not been fun and it had somehow dealt with something wrong with her. Which there wasn't anything wrong that he could see. She was odd, but so was every single wolf in Aelyn. And whatever, right? Her odd shapes worked well for her. She could protect herself, and that was a good thing. She also made a sight to loners, when greeting them. Who was going to take on Sabbath? She was pretty, but she looked dangerous in her female way. And thank god for that.
As she entered the den he watched her look around, take in the sites, get used to this area most wolves were not allowed into. It was a good place to tell news because it didn't echo. He wondered briefly if he should invite Zephora in here, but let it pass. They had agreed, and he wanted it to happen and she needed sleep. Her stomach was bigger every day or at least it seemed to be. he didn't want her to over stress herself or the pups. Not that Kerrigan wasn't sure she could keep the young safe, but he couldn't help but worry over it. As the female settled down, Kerrigan scanned her, noticing her posture and grinned encouragingly. Her voice filled the chamber and his tail swished, knowing it was and cleared his throat in a bass rumble. He straightened his posture and began in his deep accented voice. "Yew ken well tha' 'he pack has been verra busy recen'ly. Me 'n Zephora hae been speakin' o' 'he nee's o' 'he pack." His voice was powerful, commanding, but gentle.
He fixed his position, let her take in his words, before speaking again. "We hae looked over 'he pack and we hae choosen yew as 'he bes' fo' a position. Betess 'here, o' Nigori," he spoke, his twinkling out of his dark face. His ears pricked, eyes curious, wondering how she would take this news. He hoped she'd say yes, and he seriously doubted she would say no. He just hoped he didn't shock the hell out of her.
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Post by ! w o l f o x. on Mar 5, 2010 8:07:32 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 stopped all movement, so much so that it seemed as even her heart had stopped beating, as Kerrigan grinned at her. As soon as she realized, from that small movement of his expression, that she would not be cast out, her posture relaxed. She still held her head high, balancing the large horns on her head, and curling her tail against her left flank. He cleared his throat and began to speak. She listened with dead seriousness, something that had taken years for the naturally bubbly Sabbath to perfect, and once again, her wonder came back to strike her. Why on earth was he rambling about this to her? What involvment did she even have with the higher ranks of the pack hierarchy?
But he paused, and then started again and the words that glided out of his maw made Sabbath do an impression of a fish. Her jaw opened and closed as she tried to force a sound out, but instead had her looking like a bumbling idiot. She looked almost panicked, but soon a spliting grin slid onto her face, and her golden eyes sparkled with something akin to a child who has just gotten the toy they wanted for the holidays. Never had she expected to be so readily accepted into a pack, especially not with her looks, let alone stay in it for so long. Never had she thought that she would once again be a powerful betess, and yet, here she was, being asked if she would like the position.
"Of course!" She wuffed out, her body just a bit too small to contain all of her excitment and the very end of her tail flicked wildly against her side. Never had she been so happy in her life- not even with her old alpha. Yes, that pack had been a group of misfits, but that was just it. They all just wanted someone to love within another loveless wolf. And yet, here was Sabbath, the lone survivor of the massacre and she had once again risen to some power that wolves of her kind thought not possible or even imaginable. This surely showed those dead, old vargs who was right and who had been extremely wrong.
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Post by kerrigan on Mar 13, 2010 17:01:20 GMT -5
A bark exploded from his muzzle at her flabbergasted expression. Well, wasn't that amusing! he found he liked and enjoyed her reaction, probably more than he should. She found it a gift, and he liked that she did not act conceited or like she had expected it. It only made him that much more sure he had made the right choice. That Zephora had made the right choice. His face softened, the harsh male lines easing as he allowed the news to sink in and for her brain to register everything. He was proud of her, proud of having such a wolf in his pack. No, he did not favor her. Kerrigan was mighty proud of everyone, but he also knew their strengths and weaknesses. He was proud of how well they did at the jobs they were best at. He did not compare as many would do. He liked giving people places that worked well for them. But maybe that was apparent and he'd already said that. The barking laugh as short lived and he settled in to see if she would say anything. And really, he hoped she would because otherwise he'd have to roll his ideas, say thank you and find another wolf. Or poke her to make sure she was alive. Whichever it came to. He rolled his lip at his own bad humor, before letting his mind idly wander to Zephora. Again.
He considered a minute, before shacking his skull and listening to the clacking of teeth against deep that came a couple of times from the she-wolf in front of him. He felt a warmth in his gut he had not felt in a while. He rocked on his haunches, tail swishing in the dirt his markings shimmering slowly across his dark pelt. His lime eyes glowed in pleasure. And then her response came and he flashed his teeth. She had said yes. He nodded approvingly. This also made him hope that she would get over her thoughts that she wasn't good enough. or something along those lines. He knew this female doubted herself and her abilities and that had annoyed him since she was always following through, helping out, there when he needed a opinion and a paw in running the land or doing an errand. She was perfect for the pack, an addition he was pleased he had acquired.
The thing was, Beta was not only a high position. It was like a line straight to the pulse of the pack. She would know the ideas, the functions, what the alphas thought. And while the Beta was usually an older wolf, Kerrigan understood that she had a good, strong, logical mind that would provide good ideas for all the wolves. And with that she would become his adviser, as Zephora was. He and Zephora had more time to talk, and an easier way about it, but having a third brain to add would always be the better one. He sighed out a breath, wondering suddenly if the fae was going to jump at him. She had that sort of personality. But he just sad forward, tapped her own the forhead with his nose. "Goo' work, Sabba'h. Yew hae doon well, indee'," he murmured, ears arching back then forward.He felt much like a father to all his pack, and his stance was that. A proud parent, congratulating a child. He cared that much about everyone. He shook his thoughts around, then let his markings snap. "Come. We mus' 'ell 'he pack. An' I 'hink maybe Zephora shoold be 'ere ta,' he woofed, tilting his head.
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