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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 12, 2008 11:02:08 GMT -5
Nightshade's ears twitched infinitesimally with interest in the new exile from the Sheeran Pack. The Sheerans were known for compassionate, loyal composure, and scarcely ever gave up on one of their own. Through the worst times, even....for Golden Wolf's sake, they'd even had the guts to take in the pitiful Akaira after Sirius had banished her from the Destinians! Privately, Nightshade felt deep sorrow for the young she-wolf, but she seemed to have faded from pack lines altogether. But what had happened in the Sheerans to drive them to such extremes. Nightshade's tail flicked slightly, a bit relieved that the meeting was drawing to a close. "I hope your pack flourishes under this new administration," she murmured to Pyre, a sign of formal cordialness.
Natalia glanced at Pyre as he spoke, relief flooding her. After the display of blunt hostilities on the stone from the three other packs, they would be better off waiting until more developed before taking sides, if they would even do so. But what Nightshade said about the deceased attackers stirred her greatly ; if they did wish to wait out until more information was stirred, they would have to keep this private too, of course. She frowned worriedly about this. Every Sheeran here had undeniably been through a fight some time in the past moon. Perhaps the other packs would note this, particularly the Siverians and the Destinians, and understand the momentary need for secrecy. It will work itself out....we'll just see if Annelise turns up in another moon or so....
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Post by Destiny on Oct 14, 2008 15:31:37 GMT -5
Swift heartbeats, Fresh wolf meat, Blazing is the heat! Crashing down, On land they drown. As if in a trance, The wolves will dance, They have no chance. A slap in the face, Gone without a trace, We're a new race.
Random words pulled from the recesses of messy mind. What was this wolf telling self? Or for telling? Then again, maybe it was just one of those things where you think something and convince yourself it has a meaning. Whatever the reason for the odd little poem in his head, the wolf did not take it in a good manner.
Moved back into the proper position up the rock now. Darkness of the Moonless night increasing as clouds passed over the stars. Dimly lit, then not at all. Just the eyes, the many wolf eyes. That was the only source of light. Neck swiveled it seemed, slight crunching grinding sound as a bone seemed to crack. Eyes fell upon the witch of a female. Nightshade. Fangs, glistening bright, pure white, were revealed now. Corners of mouth area twitching upwards as a freaky and fiendish little grimace settled upon them. Perhaps for the second time that night. A chancy way to how he held himself. Venturesome manner to the flick of his tail. Iver chuckled unconcernedly.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 15, 2008 6:33:48 GMT -5
Seeing as Pyre had fallen silent, and the moon was setting to pink-tinted skies, Nightshade let out a short bark to her packmates and leaped fluidly down from the stone. But before turning away from the clearing, she flashed meaningful stares to Pyre and Fireflight, not even bothering to reserve anything in her gaze, not even mockery, for Iver. She whirled and sped off with the Siverians, paws eager and alive with the excitement this night had brought. No wolf would know. No wolf would ever know. Pain? What pain. No pain cast from Iver but the one he poses to my pack! She'd chosen her loyalty....but all too often our chosen paths are the ones we reject wind so close together its hard to tell which one is which.
Fireflight returned Nightshade's gesture with an interested twitch of her tail, eyeing Pyre with equal contemplation before plodding over to the Destinians. "We rise this dawn to return home, just as the peace rises now to return to the packwolves, so that they may deliver justice in any way they see fit." Without another word, she, too, left with her pack.
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Post by Destiny on Oct 15, 2008 13:45:46 GMT -5
Barely noticeable tip forward of head, slight dip of muzzle. An acknowledgment given to both Nightshade and Fireflight. No glance to Iver. No point in it, really. With one swift bound Pyre was down from the rock, away from the waves of negative energy that flowed from the Yozoran alpha. "Packmates, I ask you to return to our home, Milo will lead. Adrian and I shall stay back and return to camp a little later. I must speak with the ancestors. The Sheeran Pack needs a new alpha, and I am not willing to take on such a position just yet, unless I have to as a last resort. Go now, my friends, to our home." A slight dip of his head to packmates, telling all the Sheerans other then Adrian to head away into the night.
Iver's smirk widened and a stream of maniacal plots passed through his head. Stepping down from the Twilight Stone he made a sweeping motion with his tail for the Yozorans to follow him. Passing Pyre, the brute turned to the younger. "Way I see it, you'd best keep a warrior or too here with you. I've heard tales that the loners get desperate when the prey is running low. Haven't seen any myself, but who knows. Right, friend?" With a quiet little chuckle the alpha strode off into the darkness. A maniacal cackling the only sign that he hadn't simply dissolved into the shadows of the night. Next Verlust? Not quite. But hey, what's wrong with being a little bad?
The Sheeran managed to keep his cool, and gave to response to Iver, but a swish of his tail summoned Zethro to his side. The wolf whom he called blood-brother gave him a quick tail flick and glared after Iver.
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Post by wandering on Oct 15, 2008 14:30:49 GMT -5
Talisman looked at Pyre, who told the others to go home, and follow Milo. She nodded to Pyre, and nudged Fang gently, before standing up and following Milo and the other Sheerans back to the Sheeran Territories. She glared at Iver and tossed her head slightly, before exiting.
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Rusty stood up and listened to his Beta's words. He yawned and began to walk away from the gathering of other wolves. As he left the lands, he looked back at Moonwind to see if she was following him.
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Post by cowgirl on Oct 16, 2008 18:45:01 GMT -5
Moonwind listened to the words extanched by the leaders thn slowly followed the pack and caught up with Rusty. Moonwind wished she had been a leader staning tall and proud on the rock above the rest, while looking donw into thier faces and eyes. Which into to thier souls. As she wlaked, her mind whirled only lightly from the night of meeting.
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Post by Destiny on Oct 17, 2008 13:11:47 GMT -5
[[ There was a rule put in place a while back that each post should have three sentances. I believe it's still in action, so, Moonwind, could you please add a sentance to your previous post? It can be thoughts, or actions, or anything, but I'm pretty sure you need another sentance. x3 ]]
Pyre fidgeted nervously as Iver dissapeared in such a way. There was something about the other alpha that really irritated the younger wolf. Oh, no, wait. It was everything about him. Once upon a time, Iver might have been a nice, loyal, trustworthy wolf. But now? Whoever the Hellfire this was, it was not the same male who it had been many moons ago. What had happened to twist the Yozoran in such ways? Pyre didn't even want to guess at it, for fear that the right answer would come to mind.
Flanked by Zethro, who kept glancing over his shoulder and glaring into every shadow and crevice in search of enemy wolves, Pyre loped towards the Twilight Stone. Head was turned towards the Realm, and he rolled back onto haunches. Perhaps planning to wait out the foggy mist in the sky.
A single figure loomed in the mist. "Go home..."[/i] Ghostly, eerie words.
Pyre started, a snarling from white brother at side followed. Eyes scanned the area, only to fall upon a misty figure that seemed to be made of the fog itself. Eyes of pale, dangerous ice stabbed at him violently. Breathless, speechless, he took a step back. Zethro growled quietly as Pyre bumped into him.
"Away from this place...Away!"[/i] It advanced in an odd way. One moment it was fifty feet away, the next twenty five, then ten. AWAY!"[/i]
Shoving Zethro in the shoulder, Pyre took off, only daring to look over his shoulder once. Neither brute could remember what the legendary Destinian and Grey Mist alphess' voice had sounded like, but, though the one they heard was all wrong, Pyre was still startled out of his fur.
After the two dissapeared into the fog, the figure dissintegrated, and a creamy colored she-wolf cackled in the darkness. "Getting better, Vetra... need to work on the voice though..." Then, she, too, dissapeared.
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