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 Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 12:43 am
Names weren't something that clung to Gazini's mind. One name did resurface from time to time, but it was one he really had not a clear face to match it with. Yes, he had been introduced to the pack, but at the time their scents were more important. Valdis, was the name, Chernabog had specifically brought her up as one he should meet in battle. That was enough to quirk his interest in the female.
So it was Gazini found himself with a little free time. He roamed the territory and searched for the scent he associated with Valdis. It didn't take long, she wasn't to far from the main den, but still Gazini paused.
He didn't much talk to over wolves other then shouting an insult during a fight, or talking like he did with Chernabog in a rather challenging way. Was he suppose to just go over to her and say." Chernabog said I should fight you, so lets fight." it didn't sound right in Gazini's head, though nothing had really sounded right or at least not himself of late.
Gazini closed his eyes and took in the scents of the area. The familiar smell of his new home and his pack mates, both made him feel strong as well as a little less free. That was the cost to learn to fight from the Goblin King, his freedom as a non-pack wolf..it best be worth it in the end, was all he could think of.
Shifting his weight he grunted annoyed, his bloodlust had yet to be quenched of late and he was starting to want to hunt for a more challenging prey. There was a problem though, the only wolves around was his own pack mates, lone wolves and other packs seemed to stay clear if at all possible. He was going to have to find another way, but how? ((will be checking for errors later/did this at 4 am XD))
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 4:48 pm
 Light of the day gave the blind blue eye the ablity to take in what any eye was orignally for, to see. The bleeding female was only near the main den because she had came to look at the slave, leave some remarks and fight the urge to chew on the green and moon marked pelt. What type of pack had slaves that they didn't chew on? Verbal abuse was nothing, then again physical lashing wasn't much different to the black and brown wolfess.
The only pupil in her red eye moved around to look through the trees, the new male in the pack...well 'court' whatever these fools called themselves, was coming towards her.
The old blood trickled out of her many flesh wounds and even down her forhead, having only looked upon the male once was enough for her. Not a single member of this pack she had just shrugged a shoulder at joining was of interest to her. Especially since she couldn't chew or rip out their spines. What type of pack had those rules? None she had ever had the displeasure of even saying she was part of, then again they were no longer packs in Telk either.
Stopping in her steps and turning the tattered left jaw line towards the male, Valdis growled out, in her normal fashion, "If you're here to tell me a message from the over sized black pile of bones with a soft skull, then just turn back around and tell him to find me himself. I don't listen to message boys." Yes, she spoke of Chernabog in this manner, she spoke of everyone in a disrespectful way, none had showed her a reason to call them anything else, so she gave them names that fit in her twisted mind.
Valdis looked at the male, waiting for him to turn around and leave, running with his tail between his legs back to the 'master' of the territory. Then again, part of her knew that this male, like the others in the pack, wouldn't run away in the fashion that triggered her savage hunter side. Always a disappointment really.
After a moments more beat, and a solid bloody paw print in the dirt, the femme turned her back to him. Her head was alway held higher then any normal lone wolf, in fact she often liked to challenge betas and alphas just for fun. Not like anyone was going to add new scars to her already tattered animated corpses of a pelt, but the cry of pain in the blows to them were her sastifaction.
((xD Really good for 4am.))
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