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 Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 3:14 pm
A solitary crow took fright from the treetops as a wolf rushed underneath it's perch, launching itself up in a snap at the unreachable bird. It knew a mad wolf when it saw one and wasn't about to tempt fate.
It let the blue and frothing creature run ever onwards.
Mrost had been hunting Rorrim since he left the storm valley pack lands many moons ago. He hadn't stopped once to settle or regain his strength, running on and on relentless. He hunted on foot, murdering anything foolish enough to fall foul of his rampage and only stopped to sleep when he almost collapsed from fatigue. When the moon rose full overhead he would howl like a banshee, the high pitched sobbing wail that of one whose sanity was as lost as the wisdom of the ancestors. He hunted Ror because his brother was all he remembered.
Today he had come across the borders of the pack lands that Rorrim had seemingly settled into, sniffing the ground for any fresh trace of the monochrome wolf, his slitted eyes searching the area. There was a scent but it was not familiar.
He bared his fangs and snarled so loud it was almost a roar, tearing off through the trees towards the scent, Rorrim or not, ignoring the cuts and scratches the trees inflicted upon him as he did so.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 7:07 pm
Lia sat beside the river, watching the sun dance over the shallow waters. She gazed into the clear streaming water, watching her rippled reflection dance and stare back at her relentlessly. A small sigh escaped the cream and black female. Another lazy day on the family pack lands. Rorrim was off somewhere by himself as he often was. All that he left as a trace was his sweetly strong arouma, the musk that constantly clung to Lia's neck and tail. It mingled and mixed with her own, becoming a meld of the two of them that seemed inseperable to the canine nose.
Her peace was startled momentarily as a solitary avian figure swept in front of the path of the sun. She ignored it's panicked cries, relaxing in the quick relief from the glare that bounced off the water's surface. She did not hear the blue brute crashing through her mother's territory, nor did she have the intent of listening. NOTHING ever happened here, and she was sure that would be the same. The lands would constantly move down the line from Whinn and Yero to Rorrim and Lia, and downward and onward forever without incident.
Nothing could touch this oasis by the river.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 10:38 am
Mrost swept through the forest easily, shouldering his way through any foliage that got in his way. The scents were stronger here, the unfamiliar one masked in part by the very scent he sought, the smell of his brother making his hackles raise and his slitted pupils dilate. He'd find the traitorous swine and kick him swiftly into his rightful place beneath Mrost. He slowed slightly, dropping from a flat out run to an easy walking lope, the kind he tended to slip into when he was hunting. He circled around his "prey" black tongue lolling hungrily.
He didn't stay concealed for long, stepping out into the open deliberately, revealing himself to Lia. His fur was incredibly bright, an unnatural blue, his markings an unmistakable echo of Rorrim's However that was as far as the remblance went, where Rorrim's eyes spoke of a sort of naivety, of learning to imitate others and obey Mrost's spoke of cunning, malevolence and madness, his actions almost rabid, his movements jerky and unpredictable.
He smirked broadly revealing more of his teeth than seemed normal, his eyes never once losing that mad stare.
"You know where Rorrim is and you will tell me." he snapped.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 11:24 am
Her peaceful meandering thoughts mimicked the fish that swam lazily beneath the surface. It was only after her ears became aware of a soft crackle beneath paws that she looked up, ears perked in the utmost attentive position. She saw the blue menace appear from the foliage, his fur gleaming hot with hatred in the sunlight. The froth around his now smirking lips spoke of a fatigue and enraged drive. She stood, clearly startled by the wolf's sudden appearance, but did not faulter backwards a step, showing that she would not be afraid.
In his eyes she could read a malicious determination, and instantly she recognized the fatigue and desire to find something lost... it mirrored Rorrim when she had first met him. However, where there was a vague emptiness and misdirection in her lover's stare, this one echoed only in full vivacity; flames crackled behind his eyes. This was the stare of a malicious and cunning individual. In an instant more she knew who it was, though the name escaped her, and she struggled to keep herself from letting her inner fear show. She was a master at hiding behind the mask painted across her face.
She listened to his words, and her body stood tall and rigid. These were HER lands, afterall. In the abscence of her mother, they belonged to her. Yero and Whinn had been out and about, as was Rorrim, and Lia was left to protect and serve, in a matter of speaking. After a moment of calculated silence, her shadowy eyes came to mirror his own in their hazy intention to find something that belonged to them. "I do not know where Rorrim is, and you have stepped onto my territory." She spoke with a calm, cool manner--almost as if she were brushing his threat off completely.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 4:18 pm
Mrost eyed the female's defiance hungrily, it had been a long time since he had come across a female unbroken, proud. All the females in his old pack had submitted to his tyrannical rule or they had died. No pups had ever survived his insane standards and scrutiny and only Rorrim and a single female known as Tempest had been, in his eyes, worthy of survival. He didn't look phased by her dismissal, instead grinning all the wider, his eyes roving, seeming to take in her every individual hair.
He laughed, the sound snappish, like a bark. "HA HA. I can /smell/ him on you. I don't forget the scent of my own brother." he stepped closer, hackles bristling "He is an interesting diversion, is he not? Devoid of a soul. Empty. Unfeeling. No greater monster under my command could I have wished for." his voice was a low rumble, a whisper that threatened to grow louder any moment.
His eyes glittered "And this is your territory. An interesting fact though one which means no more to me than a mouse's pitiful squeaking that the back I broke had once belonged to it. Where I go, belongs to me."
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 5:14 pm
Her eyes never failed to remain on his form, watching his every action. Yes, he was big and he should be scary... but in the way he moved and snapped, she could see that he was clearly crazy more than anything else. At least, she figured that much to be the truth. Regardless, she was not scared. She had often toussled with her brother, and though she had never been in a real vicious fight, she knew she could hold her own, especially for her parents.
"Rorrim isn't here right now." She spoke again, her voice chilled and icy as her eyes narrowed to slits in silent defiance of his approach. "And he is not under your command any longer, Mrost." There, she had remembered his name, and spoken it like the poison that it was to her and to her mate. "And you are nothing but a roamer, a wanderer. You own no land simply by 'gracing' it with your paws."
Oh yes, she was a cold hearted b***h when she wanted to be. At least, she had always thought so. But how would Mrost react? Part of her wanted to instantly lunge, jaws parted, and snap closed never to reopen around his neck, tearing his windpipe free of it's ghastly enclosure. However, it was against her morals to start a fight, especially virtually unprovoked. Though, she would admit, she did feel the tension building in the air.
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