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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 6, 2006 12:35:55 GMT -5
~Riddle~
Onyx bod strolled across long grassy plain, the long strands of grass getting up his nostrils and tickling him. He sneezed, looking terribly like a playful pup again, surprising from the large, muscular size of the brute.
The scent of wolf was faint. Very faint. A confused look passed across his handsome features. Anywhere he had been in this realm seemed the same, as if deserted. Malicious smirk stained his maw at a sudden idea. He could claim it, it could be his.
Cranium was raised to the sky, a colorful, threatening howl of claimance flowed through, tinged with triumph and satisfaction. He lowered his head again, smirking to himself, his features twisted into a enthusiastic look. His pack. His very own pack.
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Post by Mischief on Aug 6, 2006 16:43:50 GMT -5
+ .:. Sandswept .:. +
Hissy, Hissy, Little Snakey, Slither cross the floor,
Like a shadow she moved, ginger lithe body weaving in and out of trees. Sandswept's malevolent eyes swivled around and around, a pessimistic expression crossing her face. She had, so far, met no one in her travels.
A piercing howl reched her ears and Sandswept stopped dead in her tracks.
Finally! A wolf. Just starting his pack. This could be her chance. Her chance of being in a pack, safe, safe from those who were hunting her.
Sandswept tilted back her ginger-orange head and let out her own howl, a whispy, melodic howl, patched and scratchy, a howl that lingered even after she had done. She asked for acceptance. Sandswept lowered her head, and as shedid so, she heard a rustle in the bushes hear her. She heard a snarl. She felt the ground tremble.
She ran out of the shadows of the trees, snaking along swiftly like the ginger shadow she was until she couldn't hear or feel the wolves tracking her. Her fur hung limp upon her frame as her sides heaved; running was risking her life, in her mind. She hadn't eaten in days...maybe what felt like weeks. But she would accept pity form no wolf...not even the owner of this land if he gave it to her. She could fend for herself. She could catch her own food. Now that she was safe.
Safe from her family and those who were after her.
You'll be good to Morfin, Or he'll nail you to the door..
( Someone get these Harry Potter books away from me.... )
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 7, 2006 6:39:23 GMT -5
(Yay yay!)
>::~Riddle~::<
He GoEs HiS OwN wAy...
Onyx dial jerked in the direction of the howl, and blinked several times. A new member so quickly? It surprised him alot. Malevolent smirk grew across his maw as fireworks of triumph sparked off inside him. He raised his maw high, and let his colourful song flow through once more, this time tinged with friendliness and greeting. Mascu lowered his dial, facial features creased into a smug expression. He was always proud of his deep, emotionative howl. The great male began to stride again, to meet his new pack mate. His large, muscular body coated with the thick, slightly long black fur and snow white paws. No sign anywhere on the brutes body of jutting rib bones or limp flesh. He was large, strong, healthy, handsome. The ideal alpha for any wolf. He believed so anyway.
NeVeR tRy To TeAcH HiM...
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Post by Mischief on Aug 7, 2006 8:08:19 GMT -5
Sandswept looked up, her sides heaving, as the male approached her. She took a few steps forward and c o c k e d her head.
I'm presuiming you are the Alpha.
she said, her voice cold and expressionless, her ears dropping softly.
I am Sandswept.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 7, 2006 8:16:53 GMT -5
(I might have him retire from this pack as time goes on, and become a travelling partner of Damion.)
.::Riddle::.
Mascu bowed his great cranium in respectful to the femmora, a charming grin painted across his mug.
"You presumed right."
He said, wondering if he sounded a little lame.
"I am Riddle, tis' a pleasure to meet you, Sandswept. And may I compliment you on your most beautiful name."
He stood raised his dial and viewed the femme, his charming voice gushing compliments to her.
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Post by Mischief on Aug 7, 2006 8:23:54 GMT -5
( -nod nod- -munches on toast- I MADE TOAST! WITH BUTTER! I'M SO PROUD! Well, we have a toaster that we just got and I've never used a toaster... )
Sandswept twitched her ears in embarrasment
You really think so?
she breathed, her voice turning ragged as she rememberd her starvation and her thin figure.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 7, 2006 13:39:21 GMT -5
.::Riddle::.
"Oh yes, very...much better than mine."
The mascu had time to take in the femmora's appearence. Pelt an attractive shade of amber, her iris's am unusual purple with a sinister look about them, maybe a touch of mischief. She was really quite a pretty little thing, with the exception of the lank covering of her ribs, which jutted out quite alot.
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Post by Mischief on Aug 7, 2006 13:43:28 GMT -5
+ Sandswept +
Thank you.
shesaid politely.
It's not often I get praise for my name...
she muttered truthfully, her eyes downcast to the ground now.
Most wolves can tell...my father wasn't a wolf. Most wolves despise me since....since I am a half-blood.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 7, 2006 14:06:56 GMT -5
~Riddle~
"Really? You certainly look pure-blood wolf to me. What was your father's breed?"
He asked politely, his onyx plume swishing in a relaxed manner behind him.
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Post by Mischief on Aug 7, 2006 14:16:33 GMT -5
+ Sandswept +
My father was a coyote.
Sandswept muttered shamefully.
Some wolves can tell that I'm not pure wolf. Even though I look it. My mother had grey eyes. But most coyoties have black eyes....so they can tell.
Her stomach rumbled with hunger as she spoke. She was in the muddle of a conversation! Hunger could wait a while longer!
But Sandswept was starting to break down. Bit by bit, she knew she would loose her nerve and fall if she didn't eat.
But she blinked placidly and her long legs managed to hold her up without swaying.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 7, 2006 14:56:37 GMT -5
~Riddle~
Well, I would have never believed it if someone else told me. You look completly wolf, I never knew a thing."
He said simply. He had nothing against coyotes. Never had really. But his mind was drifting to something else, she looked so weak. Her fragile limbs hanging off her delicate frame; She looke so vunerable, he had to do something.
"Sit down, I'll fix you something to eat."
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Post by Mischief on Aug 7, 2006 15:02:10 GMT -5
+ Sandswept +
Sandswept twitched her ears; she didn't need help getting her own food! She was three years old, for Pete's sake!
But she was starving...and her mouth watered hungrilly.
Allright, then.
she finally said.
Thank you.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 7, 2006 15:37:38 GMT -5
~Riddle~
Mascu noticed the brief look of hesitation spilling over Sandswept's features, she seemed to be a femme who didn't like other wolve's running around after her, helping her out with everyday chores. But he believed he had no choice. She was as old as him but terribly weak, she looked as she'd never succeed in hunting anything in that state, and probably burn more energy attempting it. His facial features creased into a look of worry for a secound, before running into the woodland.
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Post by Mischief on Aug 7, 2006 15:54:57 GMT -5
+ Sandswept +
SAndswept didnt' like to wait fro things, but she sat down anyway and waited, scratching at the ground with her claws, her gaze fixed steadily at the ground. Riddle seemed nice. Atleast she and the alpha got along. Most of her other attemps hadn't done so well...as in, the Alpha's had shunned her away at first glance.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 7, 2006 16:06:09 GMT -5
~Riddle~
Muscular soon emerged from the woodland, dragging a fat doe in his jaws. Her neck ripped, tiny floods of blood escaping and flowing around his maw. Riddle heaved the limp doe across his meadow, and released the lifeless form from his powerful jaws, thudding the ground infront of the lithe femmora.
"Tuck in."
He said simply, turning away and pretending to inspect the caves of his territory. Diving in and out of each one, inspecting them with expert eyes.
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