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Post by blazepelt on Dec 9, 2008 18:29:59 GMT -5
Gunnolf stared at his reflection in the river, remembering how his life used to be. He used to be feared by every loner in the area he lived in. He had never accepted help, and those who were foolish enough to offer it either died or were crippled. He killed wolves as he pleased and shunned life with others. He was over 60 moons old, and never had a mate because of his lifestyle, nor had ever known the felling of love or even the slightest affection. He only knew sick satisfaction as he watched a wolf die, damning their killer to the worst possible life and a slow, painful death. His heart was colder than ice and not even the hottest flames could melt it. He had even killed his own family and had even eat a brother when there was no food. He had an iron strong grip with his needle-sharp teeth that only very few managed to escape him and tell the tale of their encounter with the 'Fighting Wolf.' Gunnolf really had been true to his name.
But then that blasted warrior had to come along and save Gunnolf's life. Gunnolf had nothing to repay him with except for his services to the Destinian Pack that he hated so much. Now, Gunnolf's thirst for the red liquid he tasted everyday couldn't be quenched. He couldn't kill the wolves in his pack, or he'd be exiled. He couldn't kill a loner, they knew not to come into pack territory, and he could get in trouble if he ventured out of Destinian territory. Oh, how Gunnolf yearned for the freedom of his old life, to taste his victims' blood and hear their wails of agony and pain and cursed him until their final breath, to be feared by even the humans. Wolves used to run at the sight of him if they were smart, and those who didn't flee with their tails between their legs died. Oh, how he missed that life so dearly.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 11, 2008 16:03:06 GMT -5
Raffa's eyes swivveled around the territory, fur rising. He scented another wolf, Gunnolf to be exact. The rebelling Neophyte almost admired this wolf. Truly inside, Raffa was half evil. He could follow another wolf with power in a heartbeat. At the sight of Gunnolf, he crouched low in the high grass near the river and stalked towards Gunnolf.
Slowly he settled near the wolf, but out of biting reach. Gunnolf was staring at his own appearance and Raffa watched silently, not saying a word. He was 12 moons old, ready to be a Warrior, yet not willing to learn form his stupid, goody goody mentor.
He waited a little, then cracked his neck and reached down to lap up some of the river water. Then, silently, he dipped a paw in and swirled it around. Taking it out of the water, he dared to take a breath, then spoke.
"Whats up?"
It was a stupid question, and Raffa almost knew he was going to get an angry response, so he backed up a few paces, not cowardly, but cautiously.
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Post by blazepelt on Dec 11, 2008 21:57:30 GMT -5
Gunnolf had scented the other before he had seen him, and though he recognized the scent, he wasn't sure who it was. He never cared about the pack enough to memorized each wolf's distinct smell. Gunnolf glanced up at Raffa, but bit his tongue before he could say anything and strained to keep himself from leaping at the younger wolf. Raffa was one of the only wolves other than him that he considered smart.
"What do you want?" It may have sounded rude or mean or anything of the like, but that's Gunnolf for you. Always straight to the point, he had no time to waste on anything other thought was 'fun' or 'exciting.' To him, fun and exciting was killing other wolves.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 12, 2008 16:46:20 GMT -5
Raffa arched his back and swirled a paw in the mirrored substance of water once again, allowing a smile to crease on his face. Obviously Gunnolf wasn't in the best of moods. He stifled a laugh and parted his jaws, revealing sharp, adult teeth. Although he was a Neophyte, he should have been a warrior and he hadn't the sharp, white puppy teeth he had when he was new to the world. Now he had grown small ivory colored fangs that easily peirced anything they touched.
Shaking his pelt, and drying his paw on a rock by smudging the water, he spoke.
"Nothing...I'm just, you know, hanging out. Camp is an unexciting place, wolves just order you around and the Neophytes always getting in your way- the young ones at least. Most of the wolves in the pack have muddled brains full of ideas of being "loyal" and "respected"."
Rolling his dark eyes, he flicked his tail into the water, this time letting the drops settle on a prickly weed. The small thorns got into his tail yet he did not flinch. Rolling his broad shoulders, he settled down and asked another open-ended question.
"What are you doing out here?"
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Post by blazepelt on Dec 12, 2008 21:38:19 GMT -5
Gunnolf remained standing, and only allowed a quick glance at the younger wolf. He had lived five of Raffa's lifetimes, and had become wise and experienced and had become a seasoned killer that next to no one escaped from alive.
"Thinking about my old life. You know, Raffa, you're one a smart one. You're not soft like those weaklings at the camp." The camp. Never our camp or my camp. Always the camp. He would never think of it as a home, because it wasn't to him. It was like a prison. "You would survive on your own and be feared and respected, just how I used to be before I came here."
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 13, 2008 10:00:57 GMT -5
Raffa's eyes passed over Gunnolf, who wasn't looking at him as muc. He seemed to be in a mood, so the younger wolf didn't try to push any questions out. After a small glance at him, Gunnolf spoke. He tried desperately to keep his tail from wagging. I never liked camp...I wonder if he does.
Staring at the big wolf, Raffa blinked a few times and nodded, ideas rushing through his head. He wanted....wanted so desperately to leave camp and become his own wolf. Of course he wouldn't leave without someone to trust...someone to look up to.
Truth is, when he had staggered into the camp that day, he had thought that there was nothing to live for. He used the pack for protection and food, rarely getting his own. He didn't listen to his mentor, so the mentor had quit. Raffa didn't want another mentor. He wouldn't be here...if he could only...
"Really? Thats pretty good coming from you. Why did you ever come here in the first place? I just want to leave...but not alone."
He hinted desperately, trying to figure out if Gunnolf would teach him...or at least acompany him. Not wanting to go alone, a new rogue, he waited patiently to see Gunnolf's answer.
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Post by blazepelt on Dec 13, 2008 13:46:40 GMT -5
Gunnolf let out a deep sigh. "I came here because some idiot who thought he was being 'heroic' of something like that saved my life. He saved me from falling down a ravine steep enough to cripple or even kill. On my own, I learned nothing in this world is free, and I repaid him by serving the pack." He let out a small, cruel chuckle. "He died a moon later falling down the same ravine. I've wanted to leave the pack ever since, but I've never gotten the chance, nor do I feel I've worked off my debt. I'm sorry, but I can't leave yet."
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 13, 2008 17:21:06 GMT -5
Raffa listened intently. Hanging from a ravine would be scary he agreed. Nodding, he waited to hear anything from Gunnolf about leaving. To his astonishment, even though the hero had died, he still wanted to serve the Destinians. Why? He wanted to scream it. When will you leave then? Calmly, he spoke, his tail slighly above where it ususally was, straight out.
"You still feel a need to serve a clan even though the hero is dead? Well, I respect how you feel."
Raffa really didn't. At all. He desperately was tired of the Destinians. Why did this wolf feel the need to serve a clan he had just called idiots!? Was he crazy? Raffa's paws itched to slap some sense into him, but he knew he would pay back with his life or a limp at least. Closing his eyes, he thought of everything that could happen. I could leave alone...or beg...ha never! Um...I could...ehh...ohhh...why that!? A thought had whizzed into his head. He bit his lip and slowly, tentively spoke.
"Well...alright. Um...my idiot loyal mentor quit on me...do you think you could at least teach me some stuff? I rather learn from you than anyone else."
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Post by blazepelt on Dec 13, 2008 17:54:55 GMT -5
Gunnolf raised his eyebrows at the young wolf. "You really want me to teach you? I've never been allowed to train anyone for a reason, you know. Training would be extremely hard and I can't promise you won't be sore when a session ends, though I can promise you'll be a deadly fighter and you'll know how to survive alone when I'm finished with you."
Gunnolf looked away from the water and sat facing Raffa. "Do you think it's worth it? You won't just waste my time, will you?"
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 13, 2008 20:03:19 GMT -5
Raffa nodded, listening with ears pricked. There was a dip of excitement when he expressed interest in helping train Raffa. Then there was the point of soreness. Raffa rolled his eyes as if being sore was more embarrasing than being a traitor. He spoke softly.
"Pain is experience to me."
Nodding, he lifted his right leg which was covered with dried blood. He laughed aloud, sniffing in the fresh oxygen and barking out.
"Rabbit bite. Nothing much...just a little stiff."
For more emphasis he stretched it out. Nodding, the younger wolf licked his lips hungrily and arched his back once again, this time grunting a littlle. He smiled at Gunnolf.
"I only waste idiot's time. Your definitely not an idiot."
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Post by blazepelt on Dec 13, 2008 20:17:50 GMT -5
Gunnolf nodded, his face giving off no emotion. "Good. Oh, and no complaining. If I hear one single complaint from, I'll refuse to teach you any further. Let's get started then. We'll start with fighting."
He stood and faced Raffa. "Right, let's see what you've got. Attack me, and don't hold back. Think of me as someone who just tried to kill you." He stuck a defensive position, crouching close to the ground with his legs bend so he could leap out of the way.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 14, 2008 9:08:08 GMT -5
Raffa plopped onto his haunches and listened with all his might. No complaining...I'll do it! The young wolf was so determined to come out on top, to be brave and powerful...to be the best. He wanted to know the secrets of Gunnolf's fighting skills. But he couldn't help but ring an alarm bell in his head as his new mentor wolf told him they were starting now. He toughened up a little then and watched as Gunnolf stood in a fighting stance, defensive of course. Oh crap. If he was going to fight his hardest, so was Gunnolf.
Stalking forward, Raffa couldn't help the blood and adreniline in his ears to sound like a heartbeat, pumping ceaselessly. His round eyes looked Gunnolf up and down. The too-old neophyte found a week spot, but knew it would be extremely hard to get to it. Instead he took another approach. His haunches could leap very high, why not try to use them? Stalking closer to him, he launched himself up very high and starting sailing down through the air towards the wolf's back.
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Post by blazepelt on Dec 14, 2008 17:42:28 GMT -5
Gunnolf had seen the tactic Raffa was using many times before, and easily side-stepped out of the way.
"That was a good move, however, it is used a lot by loners and rouges, and older wolves like me know what to expect. The most common defense for that attack is a simple side-step, so try it again, but this time when I move, twist in the air to bite my back. It's a something I learned when I was about your age, and we won't stop until you get it right."
Gunnolf again took up his defensive position, waiting for Raffa's attack.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 15, 2008 17:46:03 GMT -5
Raffa looked to the sky to see the clouds darkening. Rain...oh great. He believed every word that Gunnolf said. If he didn't get it right, they'd be out here forever. He sighed and allowed his lip to curl a little before backing up and readying himself. As he stalked forward, the first drop of rain fell, but the adreneline was too strong.
He took a fleeting jump, and just as Gunnolf had told him, he twisted in mid air to bite him. The wolf squinted through the terrible weather through this, for by the time he was midair, it was pouring like there was no tomarrow. He couldn't see anything and was soaked to the bone already.
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Post by blazepelt on Dec 15, 2008 18:15:53 GMT -5
"Better," Gunnolf grunted as he barely dodged the attack Raffa used. He didn't mind the rain, in fact, he welcomed it. It brought back the old days when he couldn't find shelter fast enough.
"This rain good for training. You can't see as well, therefore you have to use your ears and nose. Strengthening your sense of smell and hearing, not only will you be better at fighting in bad weather, you will also be able to find prey easier and it will be harder for someone to sneak up on you."
Gunnolf stood in an offensive position. "Now that you know how to attack, you must learn to defend and counter the attack. A sure way to counter the attack and to kill the wolf is crouch as they jump and bite down on the enemy's throat as he soars over you. Try it on me, but mind those teeth, I may not be as young as I used to be, but I'm not ready to die just yet."
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