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 Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 9:33 pm
 Wham!
Down went the invisible enemy. The tree of course remained quite in place despite her devastating blow with a paw, but Whisper's "opponent" was knocked senseless to his belly, seeing stars and her dark visage stand over him like the reaper itself. The image pleased her and produced a black grin, eyes seeming to glow a little brighter momentarily.
She had made it to adulthood. That alone was a commendable event considering the lot she was born into and the role she had chosen for herself. Let her frilly sister woo the royal idiots: Whisper was quite happy to prepare herself for the eventual bloodshed she would feel splatter against her maw. The glorious battles, the deeds she would do that would easily outshine killing one runaway slave that her father apaprently was appointed beta for - a weak excuse if you asked her. But then, she was utterly prejudiced against her step-father, and it was only because his union with Rumor had produced girls that looked nothing like him that she bothered to give her new half-siblings any attention.
Otherwise Whisper kept to herself. She didn't mind so much. Too many pups, other rambuctious teens, odd adults and couples . . . She didn't feel like always being amongst them. no, here with her targeted tree and its various claw marks, and the victorious howl in her mind: that was serenity for her.
Whisper crouched and tensed her muscles, going back to practice stalking once more.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:01 pm
 Ciarán licked his lips thoughtfully for a moment. Nothing had happened of mention today, which in some packs would have been a fine report. But in RoT they were centered around 'things of mention', uprisings and overthrowals of other packs. Lesser packs.
The consistency of reports like these was what made him anxious. A subtle tightening in his front legs, a stiffness in his gait. He was trained, but not for inaction like this. Nature did not work without change, and neither should society. Certainly things had happened, but they were those not requiring his direct assistance. This also discontented him. But it could've been worse. He could be unfit for battle, had it arose. He thought of his brother, and an ear twitched in thought. He was a warrior because it was what he was bred for. It was what he was good at. His parents were warriors and it was his duty, nay, his destiny to fufill the position with them.
But, with a quick stretch, he resumed his pace back towards the more populated area of the territory. He'd been relieved by another warrior from his patrol of the south territory. He had nothing more on his mind than finding a quick catch of food before a rest and more work.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:38 pm
Again and again the opposing warriors went down about her, their final death throes held down by her firm paw. But snapping at empty air and practicing on a rooted target was hardly reinforcing her skills, not at this stage . . . Whisper tired of the slaves' faces as well, for not even mean-spirited Adrieal provided her with satisfaction any more. Too much of a good thing had been abused; now his cries were as boring as hearing wind in the trees, and the other two slaves were either taken away or had the ability to sap the entertainment out of torturing them.
No, now she needed live targets. Prey? No, that wasn't the same. Whisper longed for an even fight, a contest of strength against her peers. Grumbling darkly, she turned her head and saw what she thought for a moment was living shadow walking down the path. Then she noted the white scrawl along its form . . . Ah, whose again? She remembered seeing some of them from a distance, a litter from a pelted she-wolf and one of the newer adult warriors. Names escaped her.
She watched him with her blank eyes, wondering . . . Did he inherit that same strength? Or was her desperation for something new getting to her if she was eyeing the first wolf she saw as a potential sparring mate? No matter; she cared little what it might or might not have looked like. "Are you busy?" she called to him with no preamble.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:55 pm
'Are you busy?'
An ear twitched in her direction and Ciar rolled his head to follow it, looking over the female. He had seen her as he passed but it didn't seem the most likely course of action she would call to him. Apparently it was. Golden eyes seemed to pause on her face for a moment while he stopped, contemplating his answer. He wasn't busy, per say, but whether he wanted to take from his time of rest was the question. If he tarried too long he would be later to catch food, find a place to rest and either be ill-prepared for his next scouting or retire the other wolf in position too late.
Whisper. The name came to the face after a moment. Rumor was her mother, the mate of Ba'al, another beta. Her sister.... bright, orange like Naranga. Truth. He repeated them in his mind to solidify them once more. A good warrior knows as much of his allies as his foes, though with RoT's growing numbers and his lack of socializing it was harder work.
"If it suits. What do you want?" He called back, unmoving from his spot on the path. He could as easily walk away from her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 9:37 am
"To spar."
No explanation, no preamble - such was Whisper's way when she was restless. Normally not so demanding, the stagnant feeling she felt within herself was growing unbearable. She had to unleash something, preferably upon an opponent that could fight back. The femme was tired of waiting for some magnificent fight to begin between a pack one of the Lords or Ladies would be visiting soon; in fact, she thought so little of them that she doubted any would rise to the occasion. No, Whisper knew now that if you wanted something done, you had to do it yourself.
But she also knew from the male's posture that the idea alone might not suit him. So she threw in an incentive. "Winner takes on the other's duty for the day," she added. Whisper had no such thing other than to possibly hunt later, so in actuality the incentive worked more in the male's favor. This indeed was how desperate she was to do something exciting.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 11:35 pm
The request....was one he hadn't formally acknowledged in a while. In training, yes, and even as a young adult with his family. Though there was never a question, a bet, rather, made for it. One just snapped or bit or snarled at another and it began. It certainly kept them loose and by his teenage size Ciar was pock-marked with tens -if not hundreds- of tiny bite marks, scratches and tears on his skin.
He straightened up once she tried for a deal out of the endeavor. Though he would've fought for pride, honour, just as practice, not having to finish detail seemed quite the appeal suddenly. Because it was now a prize. And prizes were made to be won, mostly notably by him.
"I accept." The male nodded quickly, rolling his shoulders to quickly loosen up. He moved from the path and took a few steps toward the female. "Your fight, your rules." He offered with a sniff.
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