|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 6:37 pm
xXx Salamen xXx
Salamen grew more and more concerned for his alpha. She had taken off and had been gone a while. He knew better and shouldn't go looking for her. But some thing didn't feel right. He knew he shouldn't doubt her abillities, bu he wasn't doubting her. He was concerned. Salamen and his heart of gold couldn't take the worry. He spread his blood red wings and took off into the air. He wasn't the best flier, but if the time called for it, he could do any thing.
Salamen flew along the path he believed Karla had took. Keeping a careful eye. He knew if she found out he was following her, things could get bad. He just needed to see if she was alright. And not eaten by demons.
Salamen came to a stop. He had followed Karla right to the demon wolves territory line. He hoped she hadn't crossed it. And if she did, there is nothing stopping Rokan or any other demon wolves from attacking her. Their land, their rules. He weighed the cost. Follow his alpha into hell, or stay here and wait pactiantly, hoping she would come back. Salamen couldn't risk it. He landed on the ground, just out side the demons land, still on Karlas. He noticed a white angelic like wolf strolling the land before him. Their eyes met. The wolf walked over to him.
Nephthys looked at the red and black wolf before her. It looked Demon. Then why was it on Angel land.
Salamen looked at the white wolf. Her fur was pure and flowing. Her face soft and beautiful. She looked just like his kind. But she was over on demon land. He cought a whiff of her scent. She smelled of Demon. Strange. Nephthys did the same. And salamen smelled like Angel. yet both looked as if they should swich places.
Neither wolf attacked. They where on there own land, and as long as it stayed that way, there was nothing to fight over.
Salamens worries broke the two wolves stare, as he looked up hoping Karla would come sorring through the clouds back onto Angel land, not a scratch on her.
"If your looking for Karla," Nephthys words drew Salamen back to her. "Sorry to disapoint you, but this is our land, and she's on it. We do to her as Rokan wishes. Understood?" Nephthys glared at Salamen darkly.
A strange primal instinct made him glare back. His red eyes more intimedating then hers. But he broke that stare and looked up again. "That will not happen. You leader is only half as skilled as mine. She will turn and be back before he could even reach her."
Nephthys growled. Oh how she wanted to tear this thing apart. But she couldn't. then she would be on his land. Then he could tear her apart. Nephthys did all she could and stood up, snarled once and left. Leaving Salamen gazing up at the clouds. Waiting for Karla.
xXx And so it goes xXx
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 6:17 pm
Karla heard a snarl and looked toward to see the big black demonic wolf hurtling through the sky to meet her. She back pedalled and looked around. oh no, I'm in their territory. I wasn't paying attention. she scolded herself. Before Rokan reached her, She turned sharply and found an updraft, gaining more and more height, she had the advantage. He looks like he's going to kill me! Should I fight him? He's probably stronger, but I've got the advantage of the sky, no-one flies as good as me. Just then she made a snap decision. She folded her brown wings and dived at Rokan, she snapped at him as she plummeted past, her teeth just barely missing his tail. Then she swooped to the left and then banked right and headed back to the border at full speed. She hoped she'd provoked him enough to make him follow.
She didn't look back as she crossed the borderline. I hope my pack is near.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 8:21 pm
Salamen's attention was cought by a comption up above. He looked up to see Karla racing back to her territory. Salamen spread his wings and lifted him self into the air.
He flew as fast as he could to try to cetch up with Karla. She was more like a bird then a wolf.
Salamen cought up to his leader and flew near her, but he still kept a good distence behind her. That white demon wolf never leaving his mind. How could a wolf so pure in appearence be part of that pack. She didn't look like she belonged there. She was different. She didn't try to pounce on Salamen like all the other demons he had met. Now that salamen thought about it, he was different as well. He had been teased and looked down upon when he was growing up, because he looked like a demon. But his heart was to big and kind to ever belong to a demons body. Or at least thats what he thought.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 7:00 am
Karla Heard wings beat close behind her and turned sharply with a snarl, only to stop inches away from Salamen's nose. "Opps." She smiled. "Thought you were the demon. You shouldn't sneak up on me like that." she chided, but she was greatful he was here. At least she wouldn't be alone to face the demonic alpha. The feathers on her head pricked as she pricked her ears to look something white on the ground. She narrowed her eyes and tried to focus on the details. It was a wolf on the demon side of the border. Nephthys, She thought. I'm glad she doesn't have wings.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 10:25 am
rokani would come to halt then he would just hover at the boundary line*..i'm not stupid karla *Riku would narrows his eyes as he cought site of a black and red wolf*..why is a demon wolf on the angel side *rokan thought and thought then he relized he had a wolf that looked like and angel*..hmm i'll get you next time karla *rokan would turn and casually fly back to the den*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 2:06 pm
xXx Salamen xXx
Salamen flew quietly behind Karla for a while. Not knowing what to say. He was confused. Sure, he had been a subject of tease growing up, but never did he think he was in the wrong pack. Not until he saw that white demon. He so wanted to question Karla. Where he came from? Who was his mother? Did she just find him some where? Or had he escaped from Rokan? But, Salamen knew his limits, and he feared asking an alpha such questions could get him introuble.
"You should really watch where your flying." The words slipped out of Salamens mouth with out thought. He didn't mean to say them out loud, but his voice was quiet and respectful. He was glad for that. But he didn't look up at Karla, he just kept his eyes down, but still watched where he was going.
He didn't know why, but he was more protective of Karla then any other wolf, maybe its just because she's his alpha, and wolves are supose to protect their alpha. But normaly, Salamen wouldn't risk the dangers and follow some one to the pack boundaries. Its just not him.
Salamen was cought in his mind and messed up with his flapping. He had to strugle and work to keep from plumiting to the ground.
xXx Love xXx
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 10:33 pm
Karla turned back to look at him. "I wasn't paying attention, but I'm ok." She smiled with lazy confidence. "I can out fly old Rokan any day."
She saw Salamen struggle to co-ordinate his wings beats. "Maybe it's you that needs to pay more attention." She laughed and looped around him with easy grace. Seeing he was more then a little distracted she asked with genuine concern, "What's on you're mind?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 4:06 pm
xXx Salamen xXx
Salamen looked up at Karla, "Um.... uhm..... Its-its nothing. really. But...." Salamen aveted his eyes down. "Do you know where that white wolf came from? she does not seem like a demon wolf to me. And.... I don't seem like an Angel wolf either. I saw the way she looked at me. Like I was supost to be on her side. I never really thought about it before but, I was never like the others growing up. It just seems weird to me." Salamens voice was just upove a whisper. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear what Karla would say.
xXx Questions xXx
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 4:17 pm
Karla sighed. she knew he'd ask this question one day. "Follow me to that cliff and I will tell you." She swooped down and landed on the cliff's edge, she folded her brown wings to her sides and close her tail (when she flies it fans out like a birds). She sat down and waited for him to land.
"You were not born of my pack Salamen." She said seriously but with care, "A rouge mortal wolf came to me with a small black and red pup, with feathered wings. He assumed you were an angel because I and some of the other pack members have feathered wings. I accepted you and allowed the pack to raise you as if you were always one of ours. No-one knew were you came from, and no-one really cared. Salamen, no matter what anyone says, or what you may have been before, You are an angel wolf now."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 5:21 pm
xXx Salamen xXx
Salamen was right, he didn't want to hear what Karla would say, but it was too late to stop her. He knew. He wasn't the same. All the other wolves where right. He didn't belong. But he was never kicked out. Maybe he wasn't what he thought he was, maybe he was just flook. Maybe he was just one in a million. The one black angel born amongst a million white ones/ brown ones.
"I think I'll go back now." Salamen said abcently. He spread his wings and took off. But as soon as he was out of sight from Karla, he turned and headed back to the border line. He didn't want to go home.
Salamens mind was glazed over and his wings beat like a mechine. Abcent and forced. He didn't belong there, but he was angel. Wasn't he? He wasn't sure. Either you are what you where grown up to be, or your born what you are. And if Salamen was right, what he is, is not angel.
xXx Disturbed xXx
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 8:17 pm
Karla watched him fly away and hoped she hadn't said anything too upsetting. She also was worried that he might do something foolish. She shook her head. He know's he's an angelic wolf. Demon wolves don't have feathered wings.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 10:30 pm
Pic:  ((Hope its okay if she has wings whee )) Username: halloweenbat Name: Caslada Age: 3,000 years (human) In her growth, though, she's matured to about 5 years. Race: Demon Wolf Personality: Cool. Collected. She stares down her prey, then attacks. She is very stealthy. She doesn't speak much, unless she figures it's absolutly nessisary. She is pretty monotone. Ability: Able to change into shadows, then leap into attack. Other: Caslada is standoffish. She doesn't hate anyone, but she doesn't nessisarily like people. She doesn't hate the Angelic Pack, but she doesn't love them. She is very, very monotone.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 2:30 pm
(((Sorry, I really have nothing to post until slave_wolf101 post my new wolf. biggrin )))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 10:49 pm
((Well then....I'll just start then... sweatdrop ))
Caslada saw the exchange between her wolf, and the Angel wolf. Whatever it ment, she didn't like it. Demon wolves not imidiently snarling at the Angel's, never ment anything good. She stalked in shadow form, loseing her prey. Her wings twitched, anxious to take off. But she rarely used them, unless she wished to. They looked like the shadow's themselves, and most people forgot that they were there, including Caslada herself. She went beside Nephthys. "That was an interesting exchange." She whispered, her voice whisping like smoke. It was one of the rare times that she spoke. And it was all that she said to Nephthys. People came to Caslada for advice on tatics, because that was her specialty, but the conversations were mostly one sidded. She only showed what to do, then quietly corrected with words every so often, if she felt nessisary. Caslada sat, smoke-like shadows billowing from under her. She stared out into the Angel's territory, wondering idly what it was like over there. Was it peaceful? She had always figured that. It wasn't as peaceful over on this side. But it was what Caslada was used to, and it was home. Her mother and father were buried here. They had been one of the origonal Demons. She missed them. She was born right when her mother died, and had to learn to survive on her own, with her father trying to feed her, without the nutrience that her mother's milk would have given her. Caslada blinked, the only sign showing that she was deeply troubled, and sad. Her face was neutral, and calm. She never showed any emotion. Not by choice. That was just her nature. Even when killing, was she errily calm.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:40 am
(((Never mind, I'll just post it.... sweatdrop ))) Pic:  Username: XxiAm_Fallen_AngelxX Name: Seanos Age: 5 (dog years) Race: Demon/ Angel wolf Personality: He is dark and twisted. He is the fallen angel of the wolves. He is mad in general and not so friendly. Ability: He is ruler of the shadows and the taboo. Other: He is the devilish creation of a demon and an angel. He is the product of both, yet accepted by neither. He has avoided both alphas and has flown under the radar. He hides among the shadows. He hunts with in the night. Slips through either territorys unseen. He is the angel of the night. The demon with a halo. The angel with horns. He is, Seanos.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
