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Post by iscourge on Jun 27, 2012 20:31:25 GMT -8
M O O N R U N N E R A single emerald eye scanned her territory. HER lands, HER prey, HER pack. There were a few of them left- six, last time she counted. And she could tell winds of change laced the still-cool spring air. Her lips parted, pink tongue falling from her mouth to taste the still-warm kill clouding the scent around the hill. Sett's rise, they called this place, many wolves choosing to stay away from this very place for the sinister name.
Her eye glared down at the tiny bunny at her paws, sharp fangs ripping through it without a second thought, much like her way of ruling.
She looked fat, as did MANY of her pack. They, unlike the other packs, seemed to thrive during the winter. She couldn't explain why- maybe it was because they were already a fairly hardy bunch. Maybe it was because they had ties, and actually cared about another. Or maybe it was just for sheer survival.
Either way, she cared little. Power, strength, numbers. That was all that mattered for now. Her heart hammered quietly in her chest, pondering the necessity of more land. Sure, the forest was nice, and thick with sleeping prey, but what about now? It was spring. Spring brought much larger prey, and with it...
Ambitious loners...
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Post by firefox on Jun 27, 2012 21:31:06 GMT -8
Nyroc slipped towards the territory. He stopped at the border and scented the markers. They weren't faded at all. Part of him noted that this was the pack that the little female he had met must belong to. The scents were the same. The scaled male tipped back his head and let loose a silver howl that echoed throughout the land. That should attract the attention of whoever owned the joint.
The male sat down to wait, his black eyes with the silver rings around the pupil and no whites scanned around him with a confidence that few loners possessed. he was a giant among his kind, so there was no fear in his stance. The red scales the color of fresh blood went down his body and took the place of fur. A black stripe went down his spine and a black mask covered his face. The tip of his thin whip-like tail was black also.
The great male got bored after a minute and started to play with some fire , making it dance on the edge of the territory. He probably wasn't responsible enough with his gift to be allowed to have it, but what was the use of having something but never using it? Nyroc put out the flame and looked at the black spot it left. How destructive fire was. It ate up everything in its path and was eternally hungry. Much like himself. He was unstable and had a voracious appetite for destruction. He would have made the perfect weapon if he didn't have a nasty habit of not doing what he was told.
(Feel free to kick him out if Moonrunner doesn't like him. XD)
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Post by iscourge on Jul 2, 2012 20:21:25 GMT -8
Her teeth shone brightly, lit by the white markings upon her chest. They glew faintly, a few smaller noctornal mammals creeping out to watch the wolf wander in awe. Her wings fluttered into the sky, her paws tucking below her belly as she lazily drifted down, a bright spec in the sky.
She wanted her entire pack to see her travelling, the fae thinking she closely resembled a shooting star. Still covered in bunny-blood, she touched down not too far later, wings re-arranging themselves once she was on the ground.
Dead pine needles crunched upon the ground below her large paws, her feet leaving slight imprints in the muck. "I hear you~" she whispered- just before the scent of boiling, burning flames smacked her. So, he had /those/ sorts of gifts.
She settled herself, just inside her scent markers, gazing lightly at the flickering light, her own markings glowing brighter. ""What are you doing here?" she questioned lightly, head tilting to a side, watching quietly.
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Post by firefox on Jul 4, 2012 12:42:38 GMT -8
He looked up and saw the creature land. She was very dazzling with her wings. He hid the thought behind his mask and replied in the same light tone Well, I appear to be sitting outside of your territory trying to join.
This had to be the alpha he had scented in the markings. She looked strong and healthy, and sadly not at all aware of his looks. I take it that you're in charge here. Nyroc said as a statement. He already knew that to be true, so why bother with a dumb question? Should he bother being polite and ask for a name? He wouldn't give his name unless asked.
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Post by iscourge on Sept 1, 2012 2:45:57 GMT -8
A quiet sound erupted from her throat, it sounded like a grunt mixed with a squeak. "Why yes, I am." she added, eyeing the male with her single, emerald gaze. Her wings folded, re-arranging themselves comfortably atop her back. "You look... Quite strong, quite hardy..." she murmured, her voice a velvet purr.
Her focus turned to the fire, watching it flicker and move this way and that, like a small heartbeat. After a moment of silence between them, she turned her gaze to the male. "My pack is most unlike others." she murmured. "First off, we do not take slaves. We do not take prisoners. Either you're in my pack, or you are dead. If you come across a loner wolf in our territory, I would like you to bring him to me. If he accepts our offer of brotherhood, of love, of acceptance, then he will live, and find his place. And if he doesn't... Well..."
Her teeth shone brightly, flames reflecting from them.
"Then we snuff him out.... Do you have problems with this?"
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Post by firefox on Sept 1, 2012 13:02:03 GMT -8
The red ale gave a smile and replied "I have no problem whatsoever. May I inquire to your name?" As he spoke he snuffed out the flame since he guessed that he would be moving pretty soon, and starting a wildfire wasn't on his list of things to do today. Forest fires made him feel amazing, but they tended to be a bit destructive. He stood up smoothly and stretched, watching the female. OOC: Fail post  |
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Post by iscourge on Sept 3, 2012 21:01:38 GMT -8
She was quiet for a long, long time.
"Moonrunner." she said, parting her jaws in a pleasant grin, eyeing the dying flames with her singular, good eye. "Come then, little fire-starter. I'll show you to your place." She began a slow trot, her paws kicking up dust and dead leaves as they traveled, her chest the only source of light now. "What are your fears?" she began, pushing them both further into her territory, her ears perked for any sign of others in her pack.
It would be good to introduce their new brother. Especially one so strong...
((S all good!))
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Post by firefox on Sept 10, 2012 19:00:27 GMT -8
Little fire-starter? Well, I guess I am, not little, but a fire-starter, Nyroc thought to himself. He chuckled and followed his new alpha, replying to her in a neural voice "I don't really fear. I guess I will fear the day that I die. I don't exactly fear, but I greatly dislike rainy days. It is nearly impossible for anything to catch a spark and ignite." It wasn't a very good answer, but it was an answer. The red male simply couldn't admit to himself that he had a fear. Fear was a weakness. There was instinctual fear, but he could at least bury those feelings in angry thoughts.
"How many are in this pack?" He inquired to Moonrunner in that same neutral voice. Maybe he was trying to keep from seeming as a kiss up or a jerk, or maybe he was simply hiding his feelings. He didn't know or care.
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