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Post by Nightshade on Nov 9, 2011 1:44:06 GMT -5
Zitkala
"I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery..."
Faint hues of orange and yellow glistened across the blue sky. Silver dapples of clouds gave not the slightest hope of rain in the Karaima lands, nor the unclaimed. Blue was tainted with the quickly darkening of the sky as the sun dispersed into the horizon. The evident game of cat and mouse was playing on the sky this evening. The sun crept across the sky like a victim, unknowing of the intruder following it's every move. Stealing the precious beams of light that gave life to so many. The moon, the thief in the night sky. Paraded across the sky in dull silver and black. Draining the remaining color from the now almost lifeless atmosphere. Shadows grew into monstrous creations, their gangly limbs and overstretched trunks gave a new promise, soon there would be nothing but total darkness. Even in the still before the night a faint silhouette moved across the land. Great strides bringing it quickly across the landscape. Dark markings and streaks of silver seemed to capture the moons essence on a new kind of paper, a wolf's precious pelt.
The glory of her might, thin frame hadn't filled in enough to draw attention away from long gangly legs. Zitkala. Her name resting on the whispers of near by elk and deer.
Orbs picked out every foot fall, the snow clinging to her pads. Talons released in hot fury. Hackles bristled. Father, ugh. Can't tell me what to do, I'm not a pup anymore. Fangs bared at the very thought of her father. Altai, the cruel the merciless. how she remembered a very different side of the brute. He had been so careful and shy around her and her brother. Her mother, Nightmare. Mood fading with the memory of her mother, he had been so kind and caring. Did anything and everything for her, including taking blame for her pregnancy, they had of course been from different packs, actually, they had been an alpha and a beta, in a different land. With the changing of weather, something had happened. Her brother and her had been separated and their parents. Now she rest with her fathers influence and pride upon her shoulders.
Kala spat at the thought. He held her like a child, precious as a gem. She couldn't leave the land without him making a fuss, oh no, he had done it now. She was ready for hell to break loose. Running away from him, taking the path the others would not. She planned for trouble, revenge in it's sweetest form. Maybe she could get herself pregnant, her father tended to enjoy force-breeding faes, why couldn't she be the very reminder, watch him crumble?
Legs lifted with her slowing gait. The snow seemed to get shallower, Kala let out a sigh. Maybe she could find some kind of peace here. A friend, someone she could really talk to, someone that wouldn't tell her every secret to her father. That's all sh had ever grown up with, and now that she had already fought and left her fathers pack, what could she do now? She was a year old, perfect for getting into trouble. She had the temperament of a fighter and anyone knew it, she could get herself out of a pickle, good looks and a sharp mind.
Tail flicked, her delicate tiara swiveling on a thick neck. She searched for any signs of wolves, or anything. Snorting when nothing immediately met her gaze she allowed herself to stop. Paws digging into the snow, freezing her legs up to her dew claws. Can't get into trouble if I don't have anyone to mess with, can I? Hazel pools studied the horizon, sun settling in behind her, the last rays of sunlight warming her back, before they finally too rested for the night. Only to relinquish it's former glory to the thieving moon, which provided no warmth for the young wolf.
Quivering in the snow, she waited. Audits flicking back and forth to each and every sound. Sensors twitching with intense cold and use. Her orbs watched, delicately glancing around her. Come on..... Hurry Voice breaking the silence that filled the air around her. Patients was not one of her virtues.
when the world counts you out, you gotta get it;; 702
life will bring the out the worst in others;; No one:(
but you'll never see inside my mind;; 5/10 sorry, never made a post with her:p and it's been over a month since the last time I rped so give me a few days/weeks and I'll be back to normal.
yet it is I whom you'll come running to;; Zitkala
"...I will not break the way you did,
You fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
To never let it get that far" |
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Post by Stella on Nov 17, 2011 19:40:37 GMT -5
s a r g e i
the reflection of an alpha
As the moon chased its sunny rival from the blackening sky, a ghostly form slid across the snowy ground. His amber eyes studied the width of his horizon as he moved, effortlessly and nearly silent, through the darkness. A bit of anxiety clawed at his stomach, as the quiet crunch of his paws reminded him of how quiet it was tonight. The stars sparkled brilliantly, like jewels, only hidden by the faintest wisps of clouds. It was a lovely night for running, but this Alpha had strayed far from his kingdom, seeking serenity. The further he traveled, the more clear-headed he became, until the pressures of ruling had lifted entirely from his shoulders.
His cream head high and his ears swiveling, he took in the environment, not wanting to miss even a moment of his temporary freedom. His brisk jog slowed to a trot as he reflected on his family. He loved them all dearly, even the newest members of his pack were cherished. They were a dysfunctional but relaxed group, despite the harsh climate they inhabited. The alpha loved the serenity of the snow, and he had wanted nothing more then to make his home of it. He had taught them how to hunt, raised them, taken them in when they were starving. But there were whispers of conflict on the icy winds. The bloodthirsty Karaima were the biggest threat. The Quinat pack was not prepared for a battle, let alone a war. Their leader took a weekly run like this to reflect, away from the emotional connections he had with his pack. He had be thinking for months that the pack should mobilize, just in case there would be fighting, but he'd based his leadership on neutrality and peace.
Sighing, he slowed to a stop and sat down in the snow, looking up at the moon. He often sought the moon's advice. It seemed so calm and wise, waning and waxing like it did every month. Always renewed. It was inspirational, but tonight it also seemed sad. Suddenly, the alpha craved company. The moon was lonely. He could tell. He thought of his pack, wondering how he could possibly protect them. Sorrow and other indescribable emotions build up in him until he had to throw back his handsome head and howl to the lonely moon.
Word Count: 447
Tagged: Zitkala
Featured: Sargei
Other: 5/10, don't like my reply much. It was super rushed. ;m; |
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Post by Kitkat on Nov 17, 2011 19:59:09 GMT -5
speaking terms, thoughts a plenty, actions speak louder.[/justify]
The sky was painted like watercolors on a canvas. Bright, yet soothing shades of every color filled the nature's ceiling. The sun was nearly down, and the moon was nearly up. This half-way stance was always a favorite of Karium. The alpha looked to the horizon. When days were simpler, he would sit and watch the sunset. But not today. Today, the brute had a job to do. He was going to search for members to his pack. They were lacking in fighters, and although Karium wouldn't fight unless he felt attacked, it was nice to have the reassurance of some good warriors.
Well, Karium mused as he heard the faint audits of a fae, We have company. Treading lightly on the snow, the alpha male padded over towards the sound. He was surprised to find that the alpha of the Quinat pack - what was his name? "Sargei." he spoke the name allowed, testing it on his tongue. Yes. That was his name. Smiling slightly, Karium quickened his pace. He soon found the female. She looked young, much younger than him, and quite mysterious. "And who might you be?" Karium spoke gently, but with authority. His head was held high, his shoulders tinted back.
word count, 207
tagged, Zitkala, Sargei
notes, First time posting as Karium.
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Post by Nightshade on Nov 19, 2011 11:01:59 GMT -5
Zitkala
"I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery..."
The emptiness of the night had long been a drone to her precious audits. She craved noise, the voice of a companion, the scene that lay before her though only spoke of a lonely cold night, alone. Broken from her ties to her fathers pack, what could she do? Give in and go back? Hell no, she'd stand and fight. Let the life of a rogue have her before she went cowering back to the annoying brute.
Audits perched, a sullen howl broke the drone of owls and crunching of snow beneath her limber frame. Next orbs flicked around, the slightest of noises or sights and she'd need to run. This land was dangerous at night, for loners. The alphas made their depute here in the evening, even if it was months between runs or frolics in the pasture. Zitkala allowed her teeth the grind, afraid. Fear hadn't been something she had been taught, but living as a pup on the border between two rivaling packs could teach a pup to fear the unknown. Rather cower in fear, her audits flicked back. Throwing her precious tiara into the winter wind she allowed a howl to leave her own maw. Sent into the flurries of snow already beginning to fall from the ever so darkening sky.
Crunch crunch crunch. There it was again, audits pinned to her skull. A deep growl escaped her mouth, broken by fits of fear. A shadowed figure emerged from the eerie darkness. "And who might you be?" Choking down the lump in her throat she hesitantly spoke, this wolf wasn't alone. His voice wasn't alike the howl that had broken then nighttime silence. I'm Zitkala.... Daughter of Altai of the Karaima. Maybe that should strike fear enough for him to leave her alone? Or maybe just turn him sour?
Letting her blackened rump swing around so she could measure up against this brute. Her maw the closest to him, muzzle quivering for a fight. If all went to hell she could be ready in a flash, but this brute would make her look like a insolent little puppy in a fight. A rag doll among lions. She gulped, lowered her tail so it dangled without showing her fear. Wh-who are you? and who have you brought with you? Orbs peaking around the brutes shoulder, but no one else stood behind him. Fear clenched her, what if running through her mind. A hundred different scenarios of the plans behind these wolves. Though none could be proven it still made her uneasy.
when the world counts you out, you gotta get it;; 590, with codes... too lazy to see the real count.
life will bring the out the worst in others;; Sargei , Karium
but you'll never see inside my mind;; 6/10 not my best. Kala should watch herself -nods-
yet it is I whom you'll come running to;; Zitkala
"...I will not break the way you did,
You fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
To never let it get that far" |
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Post by Stella on Nov 21, 2011 20:33:35 GMT -5
s a r g e i
their first encounter
The night was a cool one, and a chill flowed through Sargei's body as he sat in the snow beneath his paws, feeling rather forlorn. His mind was muddled and distracted, which he realized was unsafe out in the open. He rose to his large paws, shaking the snow from his creamy coat, and was moving in the direction of home when snow began dancing from the sky quietly and gently. He was glad his tracks here would be covered soon, so that none of his curious family would follow in search of him. He stretched out his legs, preparing for the long walk, when the unexpected caused his short ears to swivel.
His howl was returned by an unfamiliar one. It sounded fairly close by, and wary. Sargei turned his skull towards home, peering into the darkness of the forest, and then turned towards the sound. He could afford a few more minutes in the snow. His family would understand.
He paraded in the direction from which the sound had faded, his body language confident but passive, comfortable and strong. He'd only heard the one voice, and he was certain that whatever threat this individual might pose, he could surpass him or her with his sheer size, which was rather impressive. It was mostly his thick fur that added to his girth, but he was tall as well, and this alone was usually enough to deter any enemies. As he loped towards the wolf he'd heard, he began picking up scents. He paused, inhaling deeply, the different paths of smell isolating themselves. The female, who he assumed had returned his call, was not alone. There was a male with her. Two against one? There was a much smaller chance he could prevail against two. The alpha balked, but then shook off his fear.
He was curious. After a few more strides, voices could be heard through the swirling snow. He picked up his pace slightly, until two shadows emerged from the deepening darkness. He arrived just in time to realize that this male was in fact the alpha of Destia, Karium. He hadn't heard from or seen his fellow leader for quite some time, and hadn't caught the male's scent around these parts before. Perhaps the male was trying to gather members for his pack, or maybe he too needed an escape from the pressures of ruling. Sargei pressed forward, clearing his throat as he approached the pair, as to not surprise them into hostility.
He nodded his head sagely in Karium's direction. "Karium," he said. "Who's your friend?" He smiled warmly, glad to have found an outsider with which to communicate. Someone different.
Word Count: 535
Tagged: Zitkala, Karium
Featured: Sargei
Other: 6/10, lameeee reply. Sorry this is so rushed again. At least it's longer than my last one.
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Post by Kitkat on Nov 23, 2011 11:08:46 GMT -5
speaking terms, thoughts a plenty, actions speak louder.[/justify]
She was afraid. The poor fae, she was terrified. Karium supposed he'd be too. Two males - alphas, no less - crowding around the daughter of another alpha? How dangerous would that be? Glancing at the female, Zitkala, he could see her father in her.
W.I.P. W.I.P. W.I.P. W.I.P.
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