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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 6, 2008 16:09:36 GMT -5
Dark paws made their silent way through the brush lining the hollow. He had heard many a tale of this place; the place where the packs gathered each month...the place where an alphess had fallen to the paws of her daughter. It fascinated him...it's essence was mysterious and almost majestic. It was neither welcoming nor hostile. It simply intrigued him to find out what had been so terrible about that day. Such power it had commanded from every wolf...what if he, Paris, could harness that power? They would fear his shadow, bow in his prescence...
and maybe, then, Olive would follow him.
She was young, yes, but so was he. He was prepared to take down any wolf who stood in his way, but was she? He was positive he loved her --- or at least in his sick, twisted mind he thought he did. He would go and rescue her from the Yozorans one day...and kill her meddling father, too....
But he would have to work hard for all of this to happen. He would need a mentor, and would need to hone in on his abilities. He would rise to rule them all one day...
But for now...
He scented the air, suprised to find the scent of a wolf. A Siverian she-wolf, to be exact. Perfect....he would slay her as his first kill, and give off a good impression on the watching forest.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Feb 6, 2008 17:12:51 GMT -5
Idun lay in the young blades of grass. Her golden pelt shimming like stars and her brown part black like the night. She lay her head down her her green eyes looked at the stone that the leaders stood on. The rock where Destiny had died. The reason that Akiara was exiled. She thought about life. She thought about her pack. She thought.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 6, 2008 17:26:14 GMT -5
Paris paced into the clearing, approaching from behind her. Licking his lips and extending his stealthy claws, he prepared for the bloodbath. He crouched low, slinking forward silently. He was literally inches away from her tail. He reflected for a split second on the fact Liviana would be frantic, then dispelled all other thoughts to focus on one thing: the kill. He lunged, landing squarley on her back and sinking his pearly white incisors into the back of her spine.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Feb 6, 2008 17:39:50 GMT -5
Idun yelped and felt herself go limp. Paralized. She wasn't dead but wished her was. She couldn't feel her body at all. Nothing.
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Post by Sheera on Feb 6, 2008 18:13:22 GMT -5
Eyes shimmered with a spine-tingling shimmer of amusement. The eyes that showed this did not match, which made it even more.. frightening. One was piercing yellow that scorched the darkness with a fire so strong. The other a pale blue with the power of all the storms combined as it pierced through the darkness.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 6, 2008 18:53:28 GMT -5
Paris grinned with demonic satisfaction. This was easier than he'd originally thought...
He moved forward, into the view of the now paralyzed fae. His eyes flickered with disgust and bloodlust. "Looks like somebody..." he paused, grasping for the right words, "...is about to meet a rather sticky, sticky end...shameful!" He lunged forward, slitting her throat with a slash and letting the crimson river flow over him.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Feb 6, 2008 19:41:25 GMT -5
Idun whimpered and fell limp. Dead. With her blood flowed her soul and it soared into the Twilight Realm.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 6, 2008 19:51:47 GMT -5
Paris' eyes glistened with the joyous achievement of his first kill. He stepped away from the body, contemplating leaving it there or burying it. He could leave it there to let everyone know there was a new killer on the rise, or he could bury it and keep his prescence hidden. He was very tempted to just leave it there, but something stopped him. He'd gotten lucky on this one. She hadn't felt him coming. If the packs knew there was a killer, they would not be so easily tricked, and he had yet to hone in much on his fighting skills, or any skill for that matter. He dug into the earth with his claws, moving quickly. He wanted her buried swiftly so no wolf would spot him.
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Post by Sheera on Feb 11, 2008 23:53:10 GMT -5
"Ah young wolf.. you do not bury your victims.." the dark voice chuckled. The eyes glinted with amusement. He brilliantly glided out of the shadows with his oversize bulk and hovered over the now dead wolf. His eyes glinted with a malicious power and he sat near her and with a single claw sliced gorily into the corpse until it was so strongly revolting that it would send panic through anyones soul. He chuckled as a rushing stream of scarlet raced out from the corpse and drenched his feet.
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