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 Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 1:13 pm
 There were pawns, knights, kings and queens all over the place in Agua Azul, but where were the ones who looked at everything from an angle? The bishops? The ones that could move through the field with ease and look at things in a different light from the knights, the rooks, and the dominating queen of the field.
No, moving a stick forward the dark green eyes looked at her own made up 'field' of battle. If there was to be an attack on, well Agua Azul, her home territory and the field she knew the best, someone could come only from the lands of Akiiki Chibale or RoT.
With the sweep of her paw, Malandra stood up and looked out at the trees before her on the outskirts of her pack. There was nothing here for her. Her sister Viola! already had her mother's side, along with their 'step'-father Chocolate and their new brothers. Did everyone forget about Elijah going with their father? She hadn't, but she hadn't figured out a way to do anything about what she wanted to do. Elijah never had a problem with new places, Voila! didn't dream of anything but her mother's happiness and Rend and Malandra...well she was sitting here playing with sticks and thinking up imagainary scenarios.
Looking over her shoulder, one finally look at her home, seeing as she didn't know if she when she would be back or if she would return, the black paws moved forward into the trees that would lead into a valley out into the rest of Telk.
She needed new areas, the feel of more terrains under her paws and well, she was now old enough to do such as she wished without worrying for her family, and maybe she would run across the male that she had only seen in her puphood in the process.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 2:23 pm
((Nice opening B.))  Celt never knew why he started fighting in the first place. The battles kept on going on and on and soon...he just forgot. When enemies came to kill him, he fought for his life. And as each day became a fight for survival, the more he lost his emotions in the tide.
He never cared where he was and didn't plan to have any wolf stop him.
A couple of wolves that were following him caught up. The wolves were angry at him. And for what? Everytime Celt asked, they thought he was playing dumb. In the end..he just killed them all.
But what did Celt do? He could never remember anything and no matter what he did to try to remember something...nothing came to him.
Maybe he was searching for answers? Maybe he was looking for his lost feelings? Maybe something to trigger his memories? Or is it all of that?
Celt soon killed those wolves who was following him and soon he was nearing a sea side cliff. What was is Celt looking for exactly?
Celt looked into the on coming storm rising over the horizon.
Maybe it was family? Maybe is was friends? All he knew is that he was serching for something.
Celt then started walking towards the forest up ahead. With the coming storm...he need shelter for the night.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 2:49 pm
((Thank you, nice opening post yourself Chibi =] ))
White tipped orange ears swiveled back towards the sound of the tropical storm winds rustling the leaves, she had lived on the sea side for too long to know that should the rain come, which in this season it would be here and soon, it would flood the lower areas. A valley, the valley seh planned to use for her own escape into the mass of Telk, would become a place where the small river running through the middle of it would swell and take over the low lands.
With a sigh, a sigh of defeat, she hadn't planned on the storm coming up out of nowhere from the sea. Maybe this was the way of nature telling her to stay home, but she had a bit more stubborness in her veins then to let even mother nature tell her how life was going to be played.
Stopping at the mouth of the Valley, Malandra looked up towards either side of her, and then there was the sound of another's paws falling on the undergrowth in the forest. Dark green orbs flashed to either side, she knew that wolves from RoT were vicious and took what they want, while the wolves of Akiiki Chibale fought to keep their family safe.
Turning to face towards the sounds, the wind tickled her nose with a different scent. Blood. Malandra took one step back towards the valley, she wouldn't call for help from anyone in Agua Azul, no one would come more then likely to another members aide, not unless it was her mother and immediate family, but they were with the pups, and she wouldn't require their aide.
A strong, but still rather feminine voice for the calculating tone eased from her maw. "Who is there?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 9:38 am
((Thank you Brown))
Celt turned his head towards the feminine voice. He stood there for a moment and since he didn't hear anything again, thinking he was hearing things, he grabbed his kill, and walked back to the make shift den he made.
Again, he was attacked by a group of wolves while trying to get his dinner.
And again, he killed them.
As he heard the shifting of paws again, he got up and growled. Whether it's another pack of wolves or another wolf to grab his meal, he wasn't going to die because he's guard was down....or he starve to death.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 11:38 am
The sounds of someone fighting, the growls the ripped out through the forest made the orange, black and white female quirk her ears. Why was the forest, a place that had been so quiet, like the sky, suddenly roaring with violence.
Moving towards the sounds, and sooner finding the sounds of something being dragged. Malandra looked up around a bush, she wouldn't just pop out of the surroundings upon a stranger, common sense and her mind told her otherwise.
No, she caught sight of a brown and white male with a red thing draped on his body and silver bracelets along with a silver cross necklace around his neck fighting a couple of wolves. There was a stick cracking beside her and in a flash, the hostile scent made her teeth slide into view.
"Girlie, girlie, girlie," a guttural voice oozed next to her. "You must be wid dat dog." It continued and turning to face the gray and silver wolf smaller then the brown and white male, Malandra spat in the others face.
"I'm not with anyone," The sound of three others closing in upon her flanks tickled the white tipped ears. Green eyes slid to her sides and her ears flickered behind her. She was being entrapped, why?
Her eyes flickered toward the stranger who was about to walk off with his kill. Without thinking about it, black paws sprung towards the small clearing, towards the male, and the four 'attackers' lunged after her.
sliding slightly to where she could turn and look at the quad her green eyes quickly accessed their body positions. One was large and muscular, two were average sized, and the gray and silver wolf was small and lanky, they all looked like they had been through hell and back. Torn ears and scars littering their bodies.
The odds were right away against her, her body type being average but she was a petite wolf. She was better fed then these males, but logic told her these monsters had more life experience in the actual field then she did.
White tipped tail curled up under her belly for protection, could she call out for the stranger to help her? Or would she be out of her own and die before ever really leaving the land which, with in the last ten minutes, she figured didn't want her to go.
"Hey, Warrior, do you know these guys?" Malandra asked, not taking her green orbs from the four guys before her as she called out towards the white and brown fighter.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 7:42 am
Celt dropped his kill and turn towards the female. She was a petite figure, with a orange coat with black, white and grey markings. But what captured him were her eyes. He green eyes remind him of the green grass when it first shows in the spring.
Not only that...this female was the first color he's ever seen. Before, when he lost all his emotion, he saw only darkness. All the shades of black, grey and brown...the only color he ever saw, was the color red of his enemies blood.
But this female was the first to make him see anything other then the cold, dark, desolate world he's been living in.
He turned towards the others wolves that surrounded the female. Yet, when he turn towards the other wolves, he saw his world again. Why was it that when he looked at this particular female, he saw something more?
Celt shook his head. "No I'm not my lady. And I have to thank you."
Celt closed his eyes and bowed. "If it wasn't for you distracting them, I wouldn't been able to do this."
Next think Celt knew, he killed all the wolves in front of her.
Celt looked up and he saw red. Everything that surrounded him was red, except, of course, the female.
"Anyone of you think I would just leave with my dinner, and let you live? I wouldn't chance it that all of you would come after me and kill you later."
Celt smiled while baring his teeth. "I would kill you now. To save you the trouble of being killed later."
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 7:58 am
Her ears were the only thing that caught what the warrior said. He had thanked her...why did she get thanks? She was in the middle of causing more trouble then this whole escapade was worth, the need to gain more real life experience was seeming to give her more problems then it would have to just stay and watch her grandmothers pack explode with more babies. They had to be the fertile pack near the ocean.
Hearing the sound of some grass being shifted, Malandra was half tempted to look back towards the natural colored stranger and see what he was doing. Tilting her head slightly to the side, the sound of the largest of the quad lurching forward made her jump off to the side, slidding her haunches against the chilled ground. The earth was preparing for the rain that was held in the crackling dark skies.
Lightning flashed and blinking, she didn't even know what happened. The whole quad of wolves were dead with their throats ripped out and the stranger stood poised as if he was ready to take off into the trees were other wolves had followed him. How many log bridges had this wolf burned to be the best at...killing.
Her voice was caught in her throat as she realized her greed eyes were staring at this male in awe. He was like the Knight on the chess board, able to move and take on others with ease and had no restrictions to getting to what he wanted to kill.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 8:36 am
Celt growled as more wolves appeared. "Damn," he thought. "He wasn't expecting more wolves to appear. When did they....?
As realization hit him he growled in anger. He should of known those wolves weren't alone. Only fools travels in groups of fours.
Now he was a fool. But this wouldn't be the first time. This just makes it a little more difficult beacuse he was tired and hungry. He took a glace at the female then looked back as he whispered to her.
"How fast are you female?"
Celt was hoping she was really fast because if not. That means that she would have to stay and protect her as well. Double damn. Another complication.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 9:11 am
Suddenly more wolves came into view and Malandra, looked them over, and listened to the ones sticking to the shadows of the forest. They had came in so many numbers to kill this wolf. They must have had a plan to wear him out, her emerald eyes narrowed. How cruel and hateful these mutts were, like she had room to talk, her grandmother was a monster of her own caliber.
At the male's question, Malandra snorted defensively. "I'm faster then a stranger would know." Speed was something you had to have when living in a pack as large as Agua Azul. If you weren't fast, you didn't eat, or you got to meet the twisted white lynx that lived near the shore.
But looking towards the wolves approaching, she jumped to her feet and Malandra found herself moved to close the gap between her and the stranger, who had just saved her life.
"There are too many to fight." she murmured. Forming a plan to dispatch these that would follow once the two began to flee. Her mind flickered over the terrain of the land she knew and a plan instantly formed. "How fast are you on rocks?" She questioned, taking a couple steps back, letting her fangs flicker into sight as some of the wolves continued to advance.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 6:46 pm
Celt looked at the female and scoffed at her stupid question.
"As fast as I want to female. Why do you have a plan?" he whispered to her as the wolves came closer.
"Because if you plan to run, I'm telling you now, do it. I'm staying."
Celt is never to run from a fight. Not again. Hell, this is where he ended when he ran the last time. This female better run fast.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 7:15 pm
Upon the male's declaration, Malandra narrowed her green orbs. "You're thick in the head aren't you warrior?" The words were growled out, but it wasn't actually meant towards the male she spoke to, it was to try and sound threatening to the males that towered around her.
"Just listen to a female for once and get off the testosterone rush. You'd have a better defensive position where I know, and I'll be able to keep fangs off your back." No-nonsense answer and only enough of a strategy given out to hopefully influence the other to follow her, and could her ancestors help by giving them the cover of the salty rain soon.
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