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Post by `e x h å l e« on Jun 15, 2009 19:53:39 GMT -8
Blood red optics scanned the still area around a place called Kamyana Lake. The optics belonged to a pitch black fem wolf. She looked like the stuff from nightmares as she stood on the shore of the lake, water lapping at her midnight paws. A small breeze blew across the crystal clear water and ruffled the fem's pelt. Long strands of black fur moved with the wind.
Black black wings uncurled from her shoulders as she yawned. Three inch canines flashed as her muzzle opened. They came to a curved point and hung over her bottom jaw as she closed her muzzle. Nothing stirred as she watched the water. Even the fish had moved to the bottom of the lake. If fish could show emotion they would probably of a look of sheer terror. Yawning once more, she walked away from the shore to walk around the lake.
Her giant paws landed soundlessly as she walked. Her fur rustled a bit as she moved, making that the only sound around the lake. Her pitch black nose quivered as she smelled the breeze blowing towards her. It carried the faint scent of prey, coming rain, winter, and far off wolf. The fem hadn't seen any wolves other then her pack of winged ones since they drove the cowardly pack of 'normal' wolves away from the home. At the moment, she wanted nothing more then to see one of the 'normal' wolves and strike fear in their hearts, again.
The black fem froze when she heard a twig snap. Her hackles rose and her lip drew back to show the full extent of her pair of fangs. Growling, she flatted her raised pelt and snorted. What was she doing? She was Silhouette, the leader of a pack of winged wolves that stuck fear in any living thing. She was scared of nothing, she only did the scarring.
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Post by v i e w p o i n t|« on Jun 15, 2009 20:11:01 GMT -8
The lake glistened like glass in the autumn sun. Waves slapped the shore in gentle succession, licking at the sand. The grass was soft under paw, brushing the wolf's fur.
It was Mozue, the leader of the Arcadian pack. His usually playful eyes glinted like cold steel, apparent fury rolling off him in waves. He wasn't bothered with being secretive, the only pack that reined here was the Silhouettes, the black winged fiends that had driven him and his pack from these lands. His mission here was to see what they were up to.
It was also a reconnaissance mission. His brother had been missing ever since Mozue was four months old, and he had never stopped searching since. He hadn't been born into the same litter, his brother was younger, but they had the same parents, Nuka and Reyburn. Half Mexican Wolf, half Red Wolf. He remembered they had the same eyes. Blue-green. With long legs and small paws. He missed him.
A snarl drew his scattered thoughts the the lake shore, about a mile down the ridge. A big, black wolf like the devil had startled herself. Mozue narrowed his eyes, heading towards the thick fringe of trees near the edge of the lake. He was silent as a breath of air, hate and revenge burning in his eyes. |
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Post by `sofa on Jun 15, 2009 21:04:28 GMT -8
Bright, iridescent sunlight columned down from the heavens, filtering through the cobweb of tree branches and pooling on the ground below. Richly colored leaves weakly gripped to the trees’ limbs, but soon succumbed to the heavy gusts of wind and teeter-tottered through the air, softly whispering to the ground.
Slight paw steps, like a gentle, fluttering heartbeat, broke the forest’s symphony, going too fast for the slow, groaning wind and creaking of tree trunks. Out of the dark shadow of a spruce tree appeared an alluring face: small, white, and sporting large, blue-green eyes. It walked in a hasty manner, weaving quickly in and out of the shadows. She almost looked afraid of the sunlight, as if it might burn her. In, out, in, out, in, out…
Her paws quickly sunk into a layer of sand, and her optics took in a figure ahead of her. It was Mozue, her leader, and the only wolf she could trust.
Sort of.
She approached him slowly, silently, stopping at his shoulder. She opened her mouth, wondering if she should speak. What if she said something wrong? What if he attacked her? Would she die? Slowly? Quickly? Would it hurt?
“Mozue,” she said slowly, painfully, just to let him know she was there.
He snarled, and she leaped back whimpering, tearing back into the forest. She knew she would do something wrong! Tail in between her legs, she hid behind a tree, tail tucked in between her hind legs. But as she looked, she could see something in the distance, deep black with wings protruding from the shoulder.. It triggered something in her brain, sent waves of deep, black fear and something she hadn’t felt in all her life: hatred.
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Post by `e x h å l e« on Jun 16, 2009 17:57:35 GMT -8
The black she-wolf huffed as a rabbit jumped when she snarled. She chuckled as the rabbit made a sound kind of like a scream and then raced off. She took a jump and then gave a stroke with her powerful wing. Gliding over the rabbit, she landed in front of the frightened creature. Smiling, she snapped her jaws together on the back of the rabbit, forcing her long canines into it's soft flesh and hard bone. Silhouette then spat out the rabbit and walked away from it, back towards the lake.
When she reached the lake shore, she peered around then smirked. She was the only winged wolf around. Jumping, Silhouette flapped her two large wings and headed out over the water. Gliding soundlessly over the clear water, she let her black paws drag over the surface. Small ripples moved out behind her black paws, making random patterns on the water. Her eyes held a puppyish gleam in them as she glided. She had never been able to do this kind of stuff as a pup.
A snarl the came from the ridge about Silhouette drew away her attention from the lake. A whimper was quickly followed and the sound of thudding paws racing away was heard. Silhouette frowned when she saw the body of a 'normal' wolf start to head towards the lake shore. Her blood red optic narrowed to slits as she watched him silently move. Silhouette hissed when she realized who it was. It was Mozue, the leader of the cowardly wolves that she had chased from their home.
Silhouette gave a hard downward trust of her black wings, forcing herself above the lake. Flapping them to send herself forward, she glided towards the wolf. Sharply turning, she landed behind the wolf and landed with a soft thud. Folding her wings against her pitch black body, they blended in perfectly. Chuckling, she opened her blood red optics and stared at Mozue. My, my! We have nerve, coming here, right to your enemy's territory. She smiled wickedly, showing off her canines. Chuckling again, she watched the male, wondering what he was going to do.
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Post by v i e w p o i n t|« on Jun 16, 2009 19:36:28 GMT -8
Mozue was startled to hear a timid voice behind him. He didn't turn, but he knew it belonged to Shenoa, a very skittish member of his pack. Who knew why.
A snarl on the edge of the shore caught his attention. He stared down at the beach, watching the beast. In his concentration, he nearly jumped out of his fur when the she-wolf yelped, scampering away with her tail between her legs. What is with her? He turned back to the shore.
The monster was soaring across the lake now, one paw drifting in the crystalline water. Then, with a heave of her massive wings, she switched directions, heading towards him. Damn Shenoa. Mozue stood his ground, knowing she would find him anyways.
It took her only seconds to cross the mile or so that separated them, wings like a raven. She soared over him, landing in the bracken by his tail. Mozue turned, eyes like ice.
"My, my! We have nerve, coming here, right to your enemy's territory." Her voice was like the icy polar breeze, cold and unforgiving. She smiled, her fangs glinting in the sun. Mozue didn't flinch. "Nerve? No. It takes little nerve to face such filth, as yourself." Mozue let the acid leak into his voice, the hatred he had towards this creature for destroying his pack.
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Post by `e x h å l e« on Jun 18, 2009 23:54:03 GMT -8
Nerve? No. It takes little nerve to face such filth, as yourself. Silhouette laughed when she heard the wolf in front of her speak. His voice wasn't how she suspected though. It held no fear or anything like that. The only thing she could get from it was acid and hatred.
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