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Post by {Bio Hazard} on Sept 15, 2005 18:43:06 GMT -5
"You cursed creature....there is something wrong with you, this wavering presence....I knew from the time you where born that those eyes meant a sign for the rest of us....."
The wolf looked up at the snarling wolves around her....nothing this horrible had happened in ages...but it was true, the fact of her being there made everything go wrong....they could not banish her untill she was straight 12 months old....and this night, those sorrowful eyes glowed more with horror then ever before....
"But how am I to blame, Sire?"
"How? Does a young creature like that die looking into the eyes of another? Just like that? She always strayed away from you....Bayne, but you had to give her that glance, today....and that is enough to prove you are of WolfBane....the Devil...." There was a shiver in the air at those words, and she sulked back...those eyes contrasting even deeper to her pure white fur....
There was Silence for a bit....and then an elder of the pack declared...."Death to Bayne, Death to Bayne! Before those powers claim another of us!"
And then the entire pack, the hunters of the group made their way towards her....
Her eyes snapped open....this same dream always haunted her....it happened a month ago, and was still fresh in her mind....She sighed, and looked up from her resting area...the sun was shinning wonderfully, and her hiding spot beneath these fallen boughs was getting to be a bit uncomfortable....but at least they did a good job to conceal her entire snow-white body....
The weather was getting warmer, and time for that thick white fur of her's to shed, a horrible experience for her beacause the fur pleaded to come of in clumps....but this required movement....and she only thrived on keeping herself hidden....the whole scene was getting uncomfortable for her, so she poked her head out....seemed as though not even the birds wanted to sing in her presence...they sat in the boughs, silent....whispering certain things amoung them.
She sighed, and gave her entire body a hard shake to losen any hanging fur....but the clumps hung tight, demanding manual removal....she folded her ears back and walked forward attempting to ignore the intense itching....
She looked to the ground, it was how she walked...always had, ever since she had realized the awful contrast her eyes made....but she was not one who enjoyed being lonely...she craved some sort of companionship...she needed it...but she would only grunt at this thought. Her own family, Valence and Eclipse, would keep distance from her, so what where complete strangers then? What would they know of her? She wasn't as her name described her....no, she was more of a peacemaker...but somehow failed to bring peace unto herself.
She made her way into a clearing of trees, the birds behind her had started their singing as soon as she was out of sight, which didn't raise her spirits at all, but she saw the action alright....it was how she was to be treated...simply put.
She curled up in, surprisingly, a rather open area....by the base of two trees, her tail over her nose, and her eyes shut....no one came in these areas, what was to hide from? The spring breeze carried in various scents from the outside of her hiding area...the swaying grass, flowers, pups of distant packs, and all the things of spring only the wind would announce to her....
She lift her nose to the air, maybe she could catch the scent of a wolf pack kill or such...she her self didn't attempt to hunt and rather scavage. At times she would go days without food, but it didn't matter much to her...finally she dropped her muzzle back into her curled tail....no food for now, better just to spend time sulking...as she did day to day...she sighed, and soon found herself sleeping...the soft wind seeming to be the only thing friendly towards Bayne....
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Post by {Bio Hazard} on Sept 15, 2005 18:48:07 GMT -5
this rp turned out a good size...I might not be on much tommorow, but will make all attempts to
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Post by Gina on Sept 17, 2005 17:38:16 GMT -5
ooc:I ish here! I promised I'd reply, and I finally did!!! ;D
ic:Glade had been taking his usual rounds of the territory, and had, as usual, gotten distracted by a new pathway or new scent. Glade loved the spring, not only because of the plentiful Lera, but because of its wonderful smells and meanings. Many a tale had been told to him around this time back when he was a pup, and still, he enjoyed hearing them again. Sadly, there were no pups for them to be told to, but he had strolled through unowned territory a while back and had passed by the borders of a pack.
“Would you like to hear a story, Vynli?” An elderly silver Dragga asked a small brown cub. Black paws and a black maw, and bright green optics distinguished his features. Little Vynli, as the pup had been called, eagerly shook his head, ears flapping wildly. “Alright, but don’t interrupt this time, okay?” The silver Dragga nudged Vynli gently, took a deep breath, and slowly began to tell the classic tale.
“Have I ever told you the story of how Tor and Fenris made the world?” He asked, grey eyes flashing. Vynli shook his head vigorously, it seemed that it would fly off the whelp’s neck. “Well, then, I suppose I should tell it to you, shouldn’t I?” Vynli continued nodding, and waited for the pack’s Sikla to tell the tale of the wolf gods.
“Tor and Fenris created the first Varg, called Dammam. The gods loved Dammam, especially Tor. One day, Tor noticed that Dammam was lonely, and wanted everything but this for her beloved Varg. So, she put Dammam to sleep, and gently took one of his teeth, and created him a companion. This companion was Va, Dammam’s mate and the first Drappa….”
Vynli piped up. “Is that it, Boku?” Boku, the elderly Sikla, nodded. “Yes, this was just a simple story of the first Varg. Dammam and Va had pups of all kinds of wolves. The Grey Varg, the Mexican Varg, the Red Varg, and even the mysterious Arctic Varg.” Vynli’s eyes grew monstrous. “Tell me, Boku, tell me, please! Tell me the stories!” Boku shook his head. “Another time, little one, another time…”
It took Glade a long time to get the story out of his head. Va’s favorite pup, Fren, a grey wolf, was the Varg in many of the cubs’ tales he had heard when he was a whelp with Citali. Smiling, he continued on the path.
Suddenly, though, a faint crunching fell upon his auds. Perhaps it was a simple forest floor dwelling Lera, and Glade didn’t take much interest to it, for he had already hunted that day. Still, he wanted to know what was living around his Pack lands. Remaining quite silent, Glade began to make his way towards the base of the trees, not realizing what he had stumbled upon was something he could remember forever.
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Post by {Bio Hazard} on Sept 18, 2005 10:14:13 GMT -5
Her head had already stood tall the moment she had heard the pup....yes, she remembered the time she was a pup, those days, her horrid eyes didn't seem to matter much...and certain misfortunes wheren't blamed on her. But she was never treated, normally. For instance....when the care taker ((er, what ever they are called)) would bring over some food for the pups to eat...she would be asked to eat seperate from the others....but at that time she didn't understand why.
Anyhow, she seemed she had made a mistake to stay and listen...no, now an older wolf was making his way to her. Was she in their pack district? If so, she would leave right now...she didn't want trouble just to stay hidden. She stood, and bound through an open space...sadly, making much rustling sound as she went, plus leaving bits of her white fur on the dark green leaves as she progressed....seeing so, she turned her stance into a run instead...
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Post by {Bio Hazard} on Sept 20, 2005 19:17:30 GMT -5
er...you there? Just wondering....
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Post by Gina on Sept 22, 2005 16:48:34 GMT -5
ooc:Sorry, buddy! I've been kinda busy lately, and haven't really replied to many RPs...I'm replying to every single one that I'm stuck in today, hopefully before my mom gets home because she'll be on 'till, like, midnight I think....
ic:Glade's auds perked elegantly upwards, hearing a loud commotion from only one leage away. Glade had always been able to hear better than his sister. The Dragga had always thought that his sister's anger had blocked out her hearing levels and dulled her senses altogether. But he did not think this now, that was back when he was a pup.
Ah, cubhood. It was beautiful, being a cub. Having not a care in the world, not realizing that Tor and Fenris were already molding you into the Varg they wanted you to be. It frightened him, now, that he did not know what kind of Varg he was meant to be, and why he had the strange abilities he did.
Yes, not many Varg, Kerl or StarWinder, knew about Glade's strange powers. Not only did he have an amazing state of over-acuteness of the senses, but he seemed to be able to tell when death was stalking a Lera. A fault in this power, though, was that he never knew who Wolfbane was really stalking, the creature's blood scent flooding Wolfbane's nostrils, the ravenous cry of hunger echoing inside his belly. Glade had been able to save very few that he sensed near death, but his acute senses did the best.
With over-acute hearing, he was able to tell exactly what was going on....Well, almost exactly. He knew something big was running away, and he could smell that it was a Varg, Kerl to be exact.
Running so quick that his legs felt like lead, Glade darted through the forest. He splashed quickly through the shallow end of the river, untill, eventually, reaching the place he had heard the rustling of the running Kerl. He leaped in the path of the she-Kerl, but did not snarl or growl. This was not his own territory, but this was not what stopped him, nor was it the Kerl's strange eyes. Whatever it was, he didn't have time to ponder it.
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Post by {Bio Hazard} on Sept 22, 2005 17:07:51 GMT -5
((No worries, I just didn't want you to forget O.O ))
She stopped her running, but instead of fearing away, she let out an ever soft growl...hardly audible...more like a rumbling...but she held it in her breath...as if cursing herself as to why she did not run the first time she had sensed another nearby...She was not Kind towards other wolves...and being alone was her desire...but she did attempt to keep dirrect eye contact off this new comer as much as possible...she didn't want the death of another to happen so early in spring...everyone would point their excuses onto her, something she didn't want straight away...
Her fur was standing on end...but the extra fur which had torn off ((Or was wanting to be torn off)) absolutly covered the rest of her fur, so it wasn't noticable...but other motions could be looked at to show she wasn't please, stiff legs, tail lifted high in the air, ears pushed back, and an ever slight sparkle in those eyes of her....
She knew this fellow...he was from the StarWinder pack...his position was not what mattered to her, only that him being here might mean the the rest of the pack could be nearby...something she disliked most...she spoke up finally...her voice cloaked in aggression...
"What is it that you want? Can a Kerl no longer be left alone without being tracked down by a pack member? It's spring, you have better things to do then to follow me...so why are you here?"
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Post by Gina on Sept 22, 2005 17:29:21 GMT -5
Glade did not take this Kerl's harsh words personally nor harshly. They were just letters and sounds that had come out of her mouth. He understood that she didn't like seeing others, and that she appeared to know him.
Many Kerl knew him and his sister and Tempestas and Kesh, all StarWinders, all, or mostly all, hated by the Kerls of the surrounding forest and mountains. He didn't know what they all thought of him, or if they even knew of him as the Beta and sister of the Alpha Drappa. Mostly all Kerl that had stayed around for a while knew Citali all with a mixed reputation, some thought her harsh and some the kindest Varg in the world.
"I was just strolling along, when I heard you. You're the only Kerl out here right now, you know, at least for a few leages, that is. All I really wanted to do was just patrol the outer territory, see what I might find. Lera live in this forest, and I was on my way to the Rapids a few leages north of here, up into the mountains. The salmon are supposed to come back today."
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Post by {Bio Hazard} on Sept 22, 2005 17:42:31 GMT -5
She calmed a bit, but kept the harsh voice..."Spring...I will always keep a hatred for this season...I would swear Spring is a mistake...at least in winter wandering the forests are better for me...I'm hardly noticed, and I'm glad for that...." She softened a bit...maybe she was a bit harsh...was this also why others strayed away from her? There was one, Chastain...a curious fox who she had met along that didn't fear her, and said her peronality was perfect, and that it was the others that where fools....but that was his opinion, he was cruel himself...but she saw it wrong, in certain ways....She sighed...."Mind my harsh ways, Sire...I'm just forgotten, I don't talk much....and why should I? I'm known as 'WolfBane' himself, but what would anyone know?...." She sat herself down...sighing once more...."That is why I'm making all attempts for you to go...it's a disgrace for you to stay..."
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Post by Gina on Sept 22, 2005 17:52:08 GMT -5
Glade shook his head. "You have no need to call me this, for I am not worthy of such a title. Perhaps Tempestas is, but not I. You are Bayne, then, are you not? I have heard about you from the Lera, the Herla are such gossipers! No matter, the stories they say about you I do not believe."
He smiled a little, for he had met others like this Kerl. Others that wanted to be alone for others' sake, saying that they were not needed in the world. He hated Varg-and Lera in general- like that. They didn't seem to realize that they were not causing pain in others by being alive, but by not realizing their own true beauty. Glade wasn't as harsh as his sister, but he wasn't soft, either. This is what his strong belief was, as strong as his belief in Tor or Fenris.
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Post by {Bio Hazard} on Sept 22, 2005 18:01:08 GMT -5
"None in this entire world has been known and disliked as much as me....and I've barely been alive....but it's wrong not to believe what every other being speaks of...I myself am a witness to these evil powers everyone fears....I admit I did kill her...."
She sighed...she was the one who killed her mother...and by a deep glance into her mother's eyes...that very deed had made her believe that she was disgraced to everything except for Evil itself....
((I feel sad now O.O I am flooded with rps, and my brain is dying so slowly Sorry for a flood of stupid replies ;.; ))
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Post by Gina on Sept 22, 2005 18:08:39 GMT -5
Glade sighed. "Quidra is like you...But she is not ashamed to be a servant of Wolfbane....." Glade had always wanted to explain about his half-sister, but could never bring himself to tell the tale. Telling a story of Tor, Fenris, Sita, even Wolfbane, was like the wolf's natural anger that burned through every single one of them compared to the tale of Quidra.
"I do not care what deeds you have done in the past, they do not matter anymore. The past is the past, and there is nothing we can do about it. Bad things happen, and we must accept them as they come." Glade had known this for as long as he coudl remember, but Citali just couldn't bring herself to believe her brother's nonsense.
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Post by MoonRazor on Sept 24, 2005 9:01:32 GMT -5
The black Dragga's light footfalls danced unheard as he raced toward the sounds and smells of a strange wolf. He could smell the Kerl in the territory, and an ugly snarl was fixed upon his features as he burst into view of the two wolves.
However, the moment he caught sight of Glade, his angry snarl disappeared, only to be replaced with a furious panting, which told of his run from almost halfway across. "Glade." He panted, bowing his head slightly to acknowledge the Dragga. "Who is the Kerl?" He asked, his tone now slightly harsher than before.
He was a wolf that knew his duty, and his duty was to his pack. He, too, had been a Kerl not long before, but the routines of living in a pack had driven the strange thoughts of a loner from him, and as he panted heavily before this lone Drappa, the feeling seemed strange and foreign to him.
((Meh hopes i'm not intruding on anything =D))
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Post by Gina on Sept 24, 2005 13:30:41 GMT -5
ooc:Nope, interrupting nothing, in my mind, anyway.
ic:Glade laughed cooly, his tail calmly laying near the ground. "Kesh" He paused, looking at Bayne. "This Kerl is Bayne. She's been around her before, haven't you heard the Herla?" He smiled broadly, a haze of slight carelessness glinting in his eye that was not blind. "Bayne, this is Kesh, First Warrior of StarWinder. We'll get out of your way, if you'd like." Glade shot a stern look at Kesh, even though his was like a smile compared to his sister's.
Glade had become happy-go-lucky ever since spring had hit and the night his sister and he were first reunited last season. "Kesh, you have no right to accuse Bayne of intruding, this territory is owned by no one, understand? Many Kerl walk here, yet you happen to accuse this one.." Glade couldn't keep the suspicious smile from falling upon his maw.
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Post by MoonRazor on Sept 24, 2005 16:45:10 GMT -5
The black Dragga bobbed his head once in greeting to the Kerl. His eyes quickly scanned the sides deftly, before his focus returned to Bayne. He panted once and shook his head. "I didn't. But I'm a little on edge right about now. Strange birds are suddenly appearing everywhere and I was mainly just looking for you."
Kesh was quite accustomed to lying. No, not lying, but what he much more fancied as slight distortion. It had saved his and many other a wolf's lifes when he had been a Kerl, and the habit was hard to get out of.
It was just as impossible to get caught, for his who character was attuned to his instincts, and when he distorted something, he never so much as grew tense. Never so much as batted an ear, or raised his tail slightly agitatedly. It was so that he had always survived.
"Bayne, you say?" He said suddenly. "Bayne... Bayne... Yes I have heard of you from the Herla." He said slowly. "Such stories..."
As he gazed at her, the look in his eyes could have meant anything, even he himself wasn't sure. He knew that the stories weren't true - just knew. But there was a little part of them that was curious.
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