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Post by bratterratt on Jun 5, 2011 20:09:36 GMT -8
As the summer sun beat heavily down upon the Eastern Territories, a single wolf lay atop his den, ebony black paws hanging over the edge. Brilliant red coat glinted in the sun and a diamond stud sparkled in the wolf's left ear, a single piercing. The male was Agag, member of the Eastern pack, a wolf with a history. He shifted his weight, the thin chain hanging around his neck jingling as he did so and his jet black mane that distinguished him to his breed flopped over one angled shoulder.
Agag's coal black eyes looked out from his perch on the stone encased den, watching the pack beneath. They were going about their things, some conversing, others simply lounging about. Though his optics did not rest for long on individuals, they moved frequently, from wolf to wolf and then over again. Agag's mind was not like others'; not a constant flurry of thoughts. No, his thoughts moved slowly, languidly, at their own leisure. They were much like he, actually, in that sense anyway. And they weren't always... well, they weren't always what one would expect from a sane wolf. But he was. Some might say that was a debatable point, but it was a fact. Agag could testify to that.
Triangle ears swiveled forward, though not facing in any specific direction, the male continued to lay, allowing the sun to soak into his cherry pelt. His thoughts continued to slowly trickle through his mind and on occasion, the voice spoke to him. Now, on this subject, Agag may have admitted to perhaps a slight insanity. But no wolf was completely without their mad moments. Agag's was, in fact, a voice. He didn't know the source of it, or why it spoke to him. But it did and often too.
One of the pack wolves moved past his den; no one of importance, just a member. It was a grey she-wolf, as average as they would come.
"Kill her," -the voice whispered, it's most common phrase. Agag, however, chose to ignore the voice for now. No, he wouldn't kill her, though the voice insisted. Maybe later...
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Post by Xane;; on Jun 5, 2011 22:20:13 GMT -8
Agag was a strange one at that. Shifty, that’s the word that came to mind when Thor thought of the queer-looking Maned Wolf. His appearance and breed was more than unusual- Thor could only recall maybe one instance when he had met such a creature- but that wasn’t hard to adjust to. Uumas were a race of peculiar looks, and Thor was no exception. Thor wasn’t afraid to admit that he looked like a cross between a flying dinosaur, a bighorn sheep, and wolf. He was not ashamed of his appearance; after all, he was blessed with more gifts than most wolves had, and each of them had their role.
But Agag, he had a way about him that set Thor on edge.
At the moment Thor was relaxing, like the rest of the pack. Although some chose to catch some of the midday heat, like Agag, Thor preferred to shelter under a nearby tree’s shade. This time of day was a time for just being together; when the sun sets, when night sends the world into darkness, then would be the time for hunting and howling. But for now, there was nothing to do but save your energy. So Thor drowsed; actually, he wasn’t, but from the sleepy look on his face and his drooping eyelids one could swear it was true. Yet Thor’s mind was far from sleep.
Thor was inadvertently watching Agag (that name, by the way, almost sent him into giggles the first time he heard it), and happened to notice the odd look he cast a pack member as she was padding by to find a better spot. Shifty, very shifty. Thor had an idea in mind, a sort of trick to be played upon the Maned Wolf, although frankly it wasn’t meant to be funny. When someone got on Thor’s nerves, this is how he reacted, mainly to test the wolf’s nerves and gauge his mind’s stability. So, Thor commenced his little experiment, focusing his mind on the rays of light around him. Quickly and skillfully he weaved them into his play.
It started with a few splashes of light around Agag’s head. Then a deep darkness fell over his cherry-red body, out of which the faint outlines of shadow-wolves danced, swirling around his skull and flitting just out of reach. The show was dazzled with small exploding bits of light, altogether a display that unnerved and awed the average wolf.
WORD COUNT 470
NOTES Weeeeee!
LYRICS n/a
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Post by bratterratt on Jun 6, 2011 9:57:43 GMT -8
[Ooc: Just thought I should clarify... Agag's name is pronounced along the lines of "A-Gahg", not Ah-Gag, like it kinda looks. Lol, it is kind of an odd title though. XD ]
The heat continued to beat down upon Agag's auburn coat, his hide soaking it in like a sponge. The Maned wolf breed was one originating in a climate of extreme heat, so the transportation to these more boreal areas had come as quite a change to Agag's parents, the first of their breed in the Uuma wolves. Though he himself had never partook of his own natural habitat, Agag had always found himself fond of warmer weather. Today happened to supply that particular fondness.
Head up, yet dark chin tucked into his red chest, Agag's coal black eyes had been reduced to mere slits. He allowed himself to doze leisurely, slipping in and out of the borders of sleep, though never allowing himself to quite cross that line completely. The voice in his head whispered soft tidbits to him, inciting the Maned wolf.
"You should have killed her," -it drawled lazily, the voice little more than a wisp of smoke that fluttered through his mind.
"In time, perhaps. But not today," -Agag's thoughts replied sleepily, though definite. The voice did not control him, no, but it did offer tempting suggestions.
"Why wait? You're growing boring," -his constant companion pouted, obviously not pleased with the previous reply. Agag shifted, his shoulders rolling slightly as he did so. His lips turned down in a frown. Couldn't the voice just leave him to his rest, just for a moment? It wasn't as if he'd forgotten the purpose of his life.
"Shut up. I'll show you I'm not as dull as you think me. But not right now. Soon," -Agag's mind growled back and with a twinge of prideful satisfaction, the voice did as commanded, keeping itself silent for the time being.
"See?" -the Maned wolf thought to himself, "I am not insane. No. Those who have gone mad cannot control their brief moments of seeming insanity. I, however, can. Simple logic."
Finally left to his own peace, Agag lowered his head to his forepaws, rolling it into a comfortable position. A soft breath uttered from deep within his lungs and his eyes slipped to a complete close. His breathing began to settle and his cherry-colored sides moved in and out in at an even pace.
Suddenly, as if from out of no where, fireworks exploded within his head. Actually, that wasn't a good way to explain it. They were brief flashes of white light, dancing through his mind like psychotic fireflies. Eyes opening, Agag blinked several times, trying to clear the lights from his head. Was his vision failing him? True, he was not exactly a young wolf, being eight years of age, but he was hardly elderly. Momentarily, the lights cleared, but Agag found himself in complete darkness, even though his eyes were open and just seconds before it had been a bright day. Shadows moved through the darkness, eerily padding their way across his vision. Wolf forms, though translucent and not really there. Or at least, he assumed they weren't really there.
Blinking again several times, Agag brought his paws up to rub at his eyes at muzzle, batting at his optics. This wasn't natural and yet, this wasn't insanity. No, there had been a time, long ago, when the Maned wolf had tasted that dish and this was not it. This was something else completely. Something, or someone, was doing this to him...
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Post by Xane;; on Jun 8, 2011 10:27:50 GMT -8
Through slitted eyes Thor watched the maned wolf paw at his narrow face. This was a manifestation of natural instinct that proved that Agag wasn’t some messed-up, gone-wrong, crazy wolf. No, a lunatic would have atypical reflexes, and might respond with aggression or exaggerated fear at the dazzling lights.
Having been satisfied with his small experiment, Thor cut off the show, and the unnatural shadows and lights faded away as if they never existed. But Thor wasn’t done yet. He wasn’t going to just let Agag wonder who was toying with him, so he opened his eyes and raised his head, his firm gaze meeting with Agag’s. From his expression one could tell that he was laughing inside.
“What’s a matter, Agag?” Thor asked, a snide tone to his voice. Perhaps it was pure selfishness, perhaps it showed Thor’s weakness for his pride, but he took great enjoyment in flaunting his powers in front of Agag. Thor liked to feel powerful, in control, and this interaction with Agag stroked his narcissistic side.
WORD COUNT 228
NOTES okay, and I don’t have anything against the name, that’s just Thor being Thor. xP
LYRICS n/a
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