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 Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 11:00 am
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North . . . northeast . . . It was easiest to follow the river, he knew, but a targetted area to be spotted in. Yet the more he travelled, the more trees began to spring up, giving him both shelter and places to blend in. Ah, there was a magic to him in forests: every odd sort of creature could make a home there. It was in a forest that he was born and stolen, and the very colors of nature followed after him, quietly calling. Perhaps that was why he had decided to move northward, back to the comfort of towering trees, rather than to move southward towards the cluster of packs that could host more enemies amongst them - in essence and, for the sake of a minor pun, to return to his roots.
So would say the poet.
It was instead more for the fact that his informant, a rather reluctant and equally green fox named Nina, had related a story of spying a familiar face in the ranks of a different pack than his brothers. Intrigued as to why and how, Rotiart had decided to investigate; the opportunity was on his path, so he saw fit to draw closer to his kin once more after many days of lonely travel. Perhaps within this greenery he would find a gem to gnaw upon - figuratively. A literal one would be nice too. His current collection could only go so far . . .
The vagabond was well-versed in detecting where boundaries lied, and thus he avoided passing them and opted to skirt them instead, senses sharp. A pack with as thick of a forest as this would be trained in hunting from the shadows. A small smirk curled his earthy lips at the parallels. Oddly enough, today the vagabond's hood was pulled up, hiding the marking of the Brotherhood. There were enough shadows under the trees despite the bright day's light; Rotiart did not suffer from sensitivity to light like his brother's did, or at least not nearly as much.
Purposefully, he allowed himself to move towards larger patches of light, letting the rays catch his golden trinkets.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 11:47 am
Rowan tumbled about in the pines trees which grew in abundance in the south/southwestern side of Draug Faroth's territory, of course the squirrel himself had no boundaries but he took entertainment in the wolves actions, their were plenty of pups about at the moment to tease and underneath his mischievous nature Rowan had a great deal of respect for Cocidius and the forest marked wolf. He wrapped his tail around a moderately sized branch and propelled the rest of his body off the limb, handing down from the branch with only his tail holding his weight. Most squirrels found this odd behaviour, the tail wasn't a fifth limb it was mainly for balance but Rowan wasn't terriably conventional and he liked it that way, I mean how many squirrels befriended wolves and let their pups mock hunt then in a game of tag.
As he hung from the branch a glimmer of gold caught his eyes but in his current position he couldn't twist enough to catch sight of anything more than the initial sparkle. Thus he hauled himself up with his tail, curled acrobatically about the branch and ran and jumped onto the next tree to see if one of it's branches gave him a better advantage and their to his wonder his eyes came to rest upon another wolf. This wolf however did not remind him of any of the others he'd seen moving into the area he'd called home for a few years now, the recent pack forming their had lead him to gaining a mental picture of most of the wolves, but no he was sure of it, he'd never seen this one. Intrigued to learn more about this green wolf which chose to slink about in the dappled light of the forest, decorated in rather gaudy jewellery, he bolted off in a chain of well executed jumps and leaps in search of Cocidius to report his sighting.
Not many days had passed now since the success of the hunt and Cocidius had spent that time with his family, enjoying the new bonds formed however his growing desire for space and his own company was growing, soon he would head back out into the wildness in which Haku had chose to founder this pack and begin managing the stocks of prey again. He had left the den early that morning with just that aim but not long after he had set off Rowan accosted him and informed him of the strange wolf prowling the packs boundaries. Seeing to the boundaries were not his responsibility, this lay with HanGeng and Byrana the two Betas but something about the excitement present in Rowans voice cautioned him to take a further look, not letting the small red squirrel to land himself in any trouble by aggravating the strange wolf. Thus he followed as Rowan leapt through the trees in the direction he promised would lead to this wolf.
Upon coming to the packs boundaries Cocidius slowed, Cocidius by nature wasn't a very out going wolf and even though these were Draug Faroths boundaries he played a little caution. He prowled along the boundary when he heard Rowan's excited squeaks from above. He stopped and peered through the trees and his eyes caught a glimmer of gold, slowly he edged forwards ensuring he stayed downwind of the other as not to alert them of his presence. As he edged closer his heart leap up into his throat and pumped it's way into his very mouth, it was Rotiart!
At first fear shocked him to the core and he stood rooted to the spot as if frozen only being able to simply stare at the renegade wolf from the Brotherhood. Where Rotiart was no doubt members of the brotherhood followed, tracking his every scent but why was he scared, surely this was his opportunity to return to the brotherhood, he could capture Rotiart, soon one of his brothers would hunt him down and he could return after having been lost in the midst of the pack upheaval. But he knew what he feared, Kalina, his mate and his family, Cocidius had lay with a female and had become a member within another pack, the brothers would fear his own treachery. Cocidius attempted to shake himself out of it, to turn and bolt back into the depths of Draug's territory out of this possible mess, away from Rotiart but as he turned scarred beyond the point where sense dictated his actions his paw stamped down onto a dry branch, the snapping sound of dead wood echoed in the quiet forest. He griminaced and flicked his head over his shoulder to stare back at Rotiart hoping he hadn't spotted him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 3:20 pm
It was nice, being both silent and still for once. Like a tree with only four thin roots, covered not in foliage but in fur, wearing not a single living creature but the quiet and obedient colors of his precious metal and stone. For a moment, Rotiart relished in that power, that feeling of being a force rather than just a mere living being. That was, after all, what he was, yes? A moving, driving, unstoppable force. He had rebelled, he had ran, and he had spawned. And all they could do was lick at his heels and n** at his shadow. A dark grin curled his dry lips for a moment as he basked in the glow of that narcissistic knowledge.
And there came the sound of a twig breaking, which he caught on immediately and swiveled his head and ears to find. He took a deep breath through his nose, filtering out the usual smells of the forest to find that he was not coming across just any old wolf. The grin deepened into a smirk almost as he followed deftly at the sound. Normally Rotiart was lazier in his pace, but this find was of particular interest. He paid no heed to the squirrel he had also scented; meals later. “My my,” he crowed, just loud enough to be heard. “I am not surprised to see you here in the forest of all things.” Perhaps Fate was dealing him an opportunity here, just as She had done for him in Tomkin. It should have brought him fear, seeing a member of The Brotherhood, but . . . “Tut tut, you’ve no loyalty to them?” Rotiart asked with false disdain. “Or was it just getting a little too hot for your tastes under that cloak?”
He didn’t sense any others nearby. Better. He hardly counted the squirrel.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 10:12 am
Cocidius snarled uncontrollably and rounded on the male. Fear had made a fool of him, usually the green male was a silent as a ghost within his comfort zone of the forested areas but his haste of trying to speed away from this confrontation controlled his movements and the snarl was born from the annoyance of his own stupidity and also at the male wolf who now addressed him. His eyes blazed and he crept forward taking a defensive stance some paces away from Rotiart. In a low growl he responded, 'I have more loyalty to my brothers than you... at least I shed my cloak, I do not walk about in the tattered remains of one spinning stories of the Brothers.' He growled and torment stormed his mind. Cocidius knew he should of just let Kalina tire herself after chasing Aisling, he should of left her to remove the thorns herself though he hadn't compassion for a fellow wolf, even if she was female, he could not pass her by. He should of terminated the contact after that but her was curious and far from where he had last seen any of his brothers during the upheaval.
Still he should of returned, he should of looked for them and returned to his brothers. He shook his head and stared at Rotiart his eyes burning, he did not have to explain his actions to this true traitor. Cocidius had not spoken a word about his past life to any wolf within Draug, not his alpha or even his mate Kalina. He wondered then if he should down Rotiart, capture him and wait until his brothers gained upon his trail and discovered him with Rotiart, he could gain some amount of respect with his brothers, uncover his cloak from it's grave and return to his life as a true ghost, living among his brothers again. But thoughts of Kalina and the pups, his growing friendship with Triton and the other wolves of Draug called to him and swam into view. He snarled in vexation and glared unknowingly at Rotiart. 'I should tear you to pieces where you stand, right now.' He glared at the other male then shivered with bottled tension and then turned away from the temptation, he was at a lost for what to do, return to his brothers or to the family he had now formed. He paced, looking over his shoulder every so often at Rotiart, finally he stopped and stared long and hard at the other, 'Vanish traitor, speak nothing of my being here and I'll do the same for you.'
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 8:14 am
"You have more loyalty than I." He tasted those words, drew them out as he spoke slow and easy, savored them - and found them bitter with irony; the smirk still in place, exaggerated even under the dappled shadows of the trees. A guttural laugh followed, husky in his dry throat. "Leave Them and teach of how to hunt in the shadows to your new brothers? To their women? You use your assets for another cause than Theirs, and that is traitorous in Their eyes . . ."
He was only blowing smoke, but Rotiart had an agenda with this as usual. The order to leave was ignored.
"Does this new family of yours know from whence you came?" the vagabond asked and, upon remembering the wolf's name, added in a delighted hiss, "Cocidius? I remember you well. Taken from the forest as I, and so willing to follow Their god, nigh but invisible in the forest when you hunted. Tut tut! They must have been sore to let you go so easily. Or . . ." His eyes glinted. "Perhaps it was not?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 12:37 pm
Cocidius lowered himself menacingly, his hackles began to bristle and his forest green eyes sparkled like a dappling of sunlight through a woodland canopy, 'You know nothing of what occurred and I will not discuss my business with the likes of you, I know in my heart that I have stayed honourable to my brothers and always will whether I am with them or not and I still honour them by keeping their secrets' His eyes narrowed, perhaps Rotiart made a good point when he spoke of interacting with females but besides this he'd not done anything detrimental to the Brotherhood, he'd not spoken of them nor his own past to any other wolf since becoming lost.
He smirked a little then playing a wild card 'And so what if I did, what are you going to do about it, Hm, I doubt you'd stop long enough to report to them about myself, you care only for your own hide and not about your past Brothers.' He took a step forward threatening him, almost daring him, 'Or are you turning a new leaf, are you going to capture me, turn me in?' He stared at the emerald green male in the eyes and spat, 'No I thought not.'
At the back of his mind however he contemplated the contradictions he was making, he himself should capture Rotiart if he was still honourable to the Brother's cause, however things were different, he had Kalina now and his pups, he was settled within Draug and he knew Rotiart knew it to, this was just a play. He stood straighter now, looking less ready to strike but the glint in his eye remained, 'I'll reiterate, speak nothing of my being here and I'll give you the same courtesy.'
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 1:51 pm
The gall made him laugh once more, three short breaths that curled like pipe smoke from his lips. "How your mind flies, Cocidius," Rotiart said, almost lazily. "A squirrel has better focus, and manners as well. I only was making conversation with an old brother. What has you so riled, hmm? Am I such a . . . threat to you?" He was being languid, drawing his words out as if to spend time; though how could a runaway waste such a precious thing?
"I might have taken your offer, but my scent is so damning. Your word is of no use if they can follow it." His cloak had not been washed for quite some time, rather distinct to the nose. A horrid miscalculation, true, but Rotiart wanted to egg The Brotherhood's search on more: what better way to do so than by throwing them more hints? It only happened to be of some leverage use in this situation.
The vagabond inclined his head slightly, grinning. "My paws ache something terrible from all this travel. Dear Cocidius, you wouldn't happen to have fresh meat to offer, would you? Or perhaps a den?" he asked, as if they were good friends. "It would only be fitting for drop-outs to leech off one another, wouldn't you say?" It was as if the pack wolf's threatening stance was having no effect on him. Rotiart knew Death was already at his heels; his own life was already forfeit. Now, all there was was to play the game.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 5:55 am
Cocidius snarled; enough was enough, Rotiart was playing, he cared little for anything besides himself, he didn't care about the new life Cocidius had formed for himself so why aid an old Brother, he had left the Brotherhood behind it's ties meant nothing nor did it even leave a remnant of care for an old acquittance. 'I do not leech of anyone.' He drew the words out in disgust, he worked for everything he had in life and he was not going to be classed along with this traitor in aiding him in anyway.
As for being a treat, yes he was, maybe not in he himself but having him pass through Draug's lands and leaving his scent for the Brothers to follow, which they both knew they would be, he was leading members here. They would discover himself also, they would know of the life he had begun to create for himself here and he would have a hell of a lot of explaining to do, to bother parties if they confronted in such a manner. In another light, depending on the Brothers that hunted Rotiart they may be Brother from the stronger, old fraction of the pack, they may simply kill Cocidius on sight, Kalina, his daughters and steal his son.
Rotiart wasn't moving and his casual manner irritated the usually collected wolf. Decided, he was going to have to chase Rotiart from Draug and move him on quickly and then he himself would have to lay low. He rolled his shoulders, reading himself and then snarled his threat, 'They will have to continue aching, for you are no Brother of mine and I have no den, no meat and no sanctuary for you.' He leapt at the other forest green male his eyes vehement and promising no mercy, lips curled and aimed at the males neck.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 1:04 pm
"Do you now?" he murmured, eyes glinting still with amusement, and then his gaze suddenly shifted towards his left.
An oddly brilliant fox jogged towards them, turning towards Rotiart the closer she came. Leaves covered much of the brighter greens, but she shook them off as she approached. The fox was panting, and Rotiart allowed her time to catch her breath before inclining his head.
"And?"
"I-I, ah . . ." The fox gulped, then lowered her voice and leaned towards him. "Three of them. 'Course there's a fourth for that, sir, but you get it, y-yes. Took me a bit, one a'them really had them trees going."
Rotiart nodded. "Go on." As if snarling Cocidius was not of consequence for the moment.
This was not so for the fox, Rina, who darted a look at the defensive wolf and swallowed again. "All of 'em grown, sir. Two flowers, one stick, plus the tree that helped made them."
"Good . . . good . . . Off duty, now. Off with you." The cloaked wolf jerked his head, and quite happily the fox slipped away behind him, throwing looks behind her back as if paranoid she would be hunted.
The traitor then finally acknowledged Cocidius's presence once more, his grin growing wider - almost feral to match. "Tut tut, dear Cocidius," he remarked, "I never thought you a liar. Or did you enjoy your carnal pleasures without a den?" He licked his lips at the very thought, knowing quite well the stirrings women could bring. "Surely you must be a leech, for how else would you deflower the poor lass"
He stepped forward once. Again. Confidence brimming with each.
"No den, no meat, and no sanctuary, you said? I have done you no wrong, dear Brother. I am but a humble runaway, one who comes from the same pack you once called home. Clearly fortune has smiled upon you . . . Why not have mercy, dear Brother? We both left for our own reasons, but what is to stop us from . . . befriending one another?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 11:30 am
Snapping at Rotiart's neck seemed not to defer him from continuing on with the conversation, he simply didn't understand he was not going to pursue with this conversation any further. He grasped hold of the scruff of his neck and ripped at the flesh however distracted by a rustling in the undergrowth off to one side he released Rotiart and backed away casting glancing looks at the undergrowth only to watch as a fox emerged and approached Rotiart. Cocidius continued to snarl his warnings but her opponent and the fox seemed to just ignore him. The exchange in conversation didn't mean anything to Cocidius but he knew it couldn't be good, the pair were working together at some form of mischief. It wasn't until Rotiart dismissed him that he finally focused back on himself.
Cocidius bared all of his fangs now, a little green fur from Rotiart decorated his large canines however Rotiart didn't retaliate, he simply sparked up another verbal back and forth argument. Cocidius listened and spat his reply, 'I helped the 'poor lass' after she attacked Aislin,' He had recently befriend his bear and squirrel however Aislin had been his companion for over 2 years so a member from the Brotherhood would know of her, 'Not everyone simply acts on carnal desires.' He had deep feelings so Kalina, the idea of pups was simply secondary.
He took a step closer and Cocidius' eyes narrowed dangerously, he continued to chatter away and his last statement caused Cocidius to laugh bitterly, 'I do not dishonour my brothers, I shed my cloak whereas you still wear it's pathetic tattered remains and leech it's stories to every wolf you meet, that is not the way of the Brotherhood. Your a marked traitor and you deserve to die for your crimes.' Enough was enough, he never Rotiart would continue on arguing and he was having known of it, this time instead of lunging for the neck, he lowered himself and snapped his jaws aimming for Rotiart's throat.
((My last post I indicated Cocidius as lunging towards Rotiart so I've tried to make sense of it but...))
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 9:00 am
((ACKFFFFFF. I failed. DD8 Sorry, hun!))
"I see," Rotiart said simply, blood trickling down his neck. "How unfortunate."
There was little point in negotiating, it seemed. This one would rather kill him than try and see the light of the truth: that the Brotherhood was a farce. That this was a game, and that killing so early into it was breaking the rules.
Such a way to fall from one who so happily followed his God. What happened to faith, hmm?
Vagabond he might be, but Rotiart had tricks up his sleeve, and he was not without his own skills. But mostly tricks. He was not one who enjoyed fighting physically, after all. Ducking away from Cocidius's second lunge, he let out two sharp barks and back pedaled away from the packwolf.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 9:12 am
 Lime had not done much in far too long. The fiasco with Domovoi and the damn princess, however, was still on her mind. Would always be on her mind. It was obsessive, her need for vengeance.
Nobody took away her servant without consequences. Nobody!!
She had allowed "Lemon" her small reprieve with the dumb brute Stryker, and somehow that involved "falling in love" - whatever the hell that meant. Lime had allowed her other self this because she needed to begin breeding stronger, more compliant lynxes as it was. Her war against wolves could not be won alone after all.
It was only through mutual agreements that Lemon Lime had come into Rotiart's service. And right now, at last, they were going to reap some benefits.
The lynxes had been cleverly kept away from sight and downwind of Cocidius, and the most he might get of a warning would be if his squirrel alerted him. For after Rotiart had issues his two sharp barks, they leapt into action immediately.
Lime hungered for spilled wolf blood. She leapt out of the shade swiftly and silently, aiming to bowl over the tree-covered wolf with force and fangs at the ready.
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