Post by Raven on May 18, 2006 19:26:49 GMT -5
A silvery hue escaped the darkness of the few trees, the setting, spring sun casting it's light for only the lucky to see. Shadows crept from the trees, long, slim figures wavering over a pool of captured light. The surface of the water shimmered and shined, a unique sight for those not used to it. A light, though not as bright, strode toward it, quietly sitting beside the damp shore of the 'mirror'. Time passed quietly, and the sun started to set once more, the light narrowly entering the small clearing through a gap in the leathery foliage, which shined directly upon the pool. A strange coincidence, but a coincidence nonetheless. The silvery wolf gazed down at the reflection of herself, gold eyes staring blankly into the waters.
Though from the shadows, two more eyes came. A replica of the silvery wolve's. They waited, lingered, on the lithe form of the beta. Envy lay within them, and perhaps a wrath like no other. Though from the eyes, there was nothing else to see, for the rest of the she-wolf was encased within the shadows of the anxious trees. The trees that were waiting for night to elapse, to begin, and to end. The shadows, however, groped hungrily at the world, climbing the tree before them, and slithering upon the land that lay upon the earth. The silver wolf, however, paid no mind to the other pair of optics that waited eagerly for the night. She felt fine, and had found no need, no excuse, to pry her eyes from the reflecting waters to gaze upon the matching set of eyes.
Silence remained as the wolf whom had hid in the shadows revealed herself, dark form slipping from the shield, the safety of the seiging darkness. The wolf of ebony sat at the water's edge as well, staring ahead at the silver wolf angrily. The anger that blazed within anything, the anger that was only more evident in this single black Varg. Both Drappas waited in silence, feeling no need to speak. However, the silver one's eyes had risen, not expecting to meet anything...Well, special. Though she had known about the raven-hued Drappa, she had not pinpointed her position. An unwise mistake the silver one made, for when her golden optics raised themselves, they caught something they hadn't quite wanted to. The black Drappa's eyes.
All Varg know that looking one in the eye is not a wise thing. It sparks the anger of the other Varg, and could definately mean the death of the opposer. It just depended on how it was. Mistakes were not treated kindly, but even worse was the impending doom of the one whom chose to meet the eye of the Varg through their own concious behavior. The hair on both of the creature's backs rose, fluffing out in a way that made the two seem bigger. Though neither's eyes pried the other's away, and they sat, still quiet, under the watchful eye of the moon. Shadows soon over-lapped eachother, shrouding the black she-wolf in shadows once more. The silver one stuck out awkwardly as she continued to stare her sister down.
The exchange of emotions was simple; anger, misunderstanding, regret. From the other, however; patience, disreguarding, and carelessness. A simple exchange from both wolf. The lighter hued one thought the more pleasant feelings, while it went mutual with the other, who thought of more depressing, angering things. Eventually the long-grown silence was broken by a growl from the black Varg, cream-toned fangs revealed from black lips. An odd looking gesture, concidering all the silver Varg wished to see was the 'grin', despite the fact if she easily looked harder, she'd be able to pick the creature from the murky darkness. Though the challenge remained unanswered as the new noise rang forth, continuing it's long, spiraling way into oblivion.
Though from the shadows, two more eyes came. A replica of the silvery wolve's. They waited, lingered, on the lithe form of the beta. Envy lay within them, and perhaps a wrath like no other. Though from the eyes, there was nothing else to see, for the rest of the she-wolf was encased within the shadows of the anxious trees. The trees that were waiting for night to elapse, to begin, and to end. The shadows, however, groped hungrily at the world, climbing the tree before them, and slithering upon the land that lay upon the earth. The silver wolf, however, paid no mind to the other pair of optics that waited eagerly for the night. She felt fine, and had found no need, no excuse, to pry her eyes from the reflecting waters to gaze upon the matching set of eyes.
Silence remained as the wolf whom had hid in the shadows revealed herself, dark form slipping from the shield, the safety of the seiging darkness. The wolf of ebony sat at the water's edge as well, staring ahead at the silver wolf angrily. The anger that blazed within anything, the anger that was only more evident in this single black Varg. Both Drappas waited in silence, feeling no need to speak. However, the silver one's eyes had risen, not expecting to meet anything...Well, special. Though she had known about the raven-hued Drappa, she had not pinpointed her position. An unwise mistake the silver one made, for when her golden optics raised themselves, they caught something they hadn't quite wanted to. The black Drappa's eyes.
All Varg know that looking one in the eye is not a wise thing. It sparks the anger of the other Varg, and could definately mean the death of the opposer. It just depended on how it was. Mistakes were not treated kindly, but even worse was the impending doom of the one whom chose to meet the eye of the Varg through their own concious behavior. The hair on both of the creature's backs rose, fluffing out in a way that made the two seem bigger. Though neither's eyes pried the other's away, and they sat, still quiet, under the watchful eye of the moon. Shadows soon over-lapped eachother, shrouding the black she-wolf in shadows once more. The silver one stuck out awkwardly as she continued to stare her sister down.
The exchange of emotions was simple; anger, misunderstanding, regret. From the other, however; patience, disreguarding, and carelessness. A simple exchange from both wolf. The lighter hued one thought the more pleasant feelings, while it went mutual with the other, who thought of more depressing, angering things. Eventually the long-grown silence was broken by a growl from the black Varg, cream-toned fangs revealed from black lips. An odd looking gesture, concidering all the silver Varg wished to see was the 'grin', despite the fact if she easily looked harder, she'd be able to pick the creature from the murky darkness. Though the challenge remained unanswered as the new noise rang forth, continuing it's long, spiraling way into oblivion.