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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 16, 2008 16:30:36 GMT -5
Raffa nodded through the pouring storm and licked his lips, suddenly anxious to attack again. He held his head down and pricked his ears, listening to every word. A scowl of determination creased on his features and he took a whiff of the air, only catching rain in with him and coughing it out along with saliva.
The Neophyte waited silently, making sure that when Gunnolf would jump he wouldn't bite hard but just graze with his fresh and new fangs. His tail wagged and he listened to make sure there would be no sneak attacks.
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Post by blazepelt on Dec 16, 2008 18:34:18 GMT -5
Gunnolf made sure the younger wolf was ready when he attacked. He charged forward with speed gained over the moons and jumped at Raffa. He soared through the air over the neophyte and prepared for the counter he had instructed Raffa to use.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 17, 2008 18:03:02 GMT -5
Raffa's ears pivoted forward to listen for Gunnolf. He heard a small sound and readied himself, waiting for Gunnolf to leap over him. A few seconds passed and he was almost ready to wait some more when sure enough, Gunnolf was soaring high in the air above him, about to land on him. In a split second, he thought: If he lands on me I could break something... But he didn't use any more than that before pushing off the ground.
Up, up, up he went into the air, a surprising jump for Raffa. He soon found his muzzle against Gunnolf's neck and opened his mouth a little, not biting down. His body followed him though and he felt them collide. He flew down onto the ground, landing on his side but quickly getting up, uninjured. The rain was a little clearer now, so he could see a bit better.
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Post by blazepelt on Dec 17, 2008 21:26:24 GMT -5
Gunnolf allowed himself to be dragged to the ground. He quickly stood and shook some mud off his fur. He gave an approving nod to Raffa, though there were no other signs of emotion crossed his features.
"Good, you're learning fast, but don't become over confident. It's one of the worst mistakes you can make if you're on your own. That's why many of those who challenged me died."
Gunnolf blinked away some raindrops from his eyes and looked at the sky. The rain may have been letting up the slightest bit, but it looked like a storm was coming. He didn't mind though. As a bolt of lightning struck somewhere off in the distance and thunder responded to the call, Gunnolf growled at the sky, almost challenging the lightning to try and strike him.
"Do you want to keep going? The storm may come this way and we might not want to get caught in it."
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 22, 2008 16:34:19 GMT -5
Raffa felt satisfaction glow through him as he hit Gunnolf, but knew that he would never be able to knock the expert down until he was as good as Gunnolf himself. He licked his lips hungrily with adreneline and shook his pelt though no water left it. Shaking his head, he grinned at the nod of approval.
As the bolt of lightning struck, Raffa's ears went back and he swiveled to see where the sound was coming from. He growled through his throat, then turned to Gunnolf, sopping wet but happy as a lark.
"I really don't care. If you want to leave I'll come."
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Post by blazepelt on Dec 22, 2008 18:33:29 GMT -5
"Alight then, let's go. I could tell hundreds of stories about the wild, but I never want to experience getting hit by lightning."
Gunnolf started to trot back in the direction of the camp, not bothering nor really caring if Raffa was following.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 23, 2008 20:11:52 GMT -5
Raffa nodded through the rain and his ears swivveled forward to where the noise wasn't as bad. He trotted next to Gunnolf and sniffed the damp air quietly. Wondering how many stories were in Gunnolf's head, the wolf turned to Gunnolf as he walked.
He observed him quietly, a blank expression on his face. Could this wolf really want to pay back the debt of a dead wolf. He served the pack...why didn't they leave?!
He slowed down a little to trail behind the older wolf.
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Post by blazepelt on Dec 26, 2008 4:32:07 GMT -5
Gunnolf noticed Raffa watching him, and tried to ignore it, though he found it quite hard to do. He had learned to always be aware of his surroundings, and right now, he was fully aware of the younger wolf.
"What?" he finally asked. "You're looking at me as if my fur were green!"
Gunnolf quickened his pace the slightest bit and the lightning struck closer. He wasn't scared, no, he certainty wasn't scared, nothing could scare him, after all, if anyone asked him, he could face a wolf a hundred, no, a thousand times bigger than he and he wouldn't be scared. He just didn't want to get zapped and possibly killed by the lightning.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 26, 2008 9:25:00 GMT -5
Raffa kept on staring. His eyes scanned Gunnolf's pelt for signs of scars or marks. It was only when Gunnolf's voice streaked through Raffa's eardrums that the confident young neophyte looked up, hiding the wonder in his eyes. Lightning had begun to strike more and more and Raffa's pelt begged for shelter. It was sopping wet and Raffa spoke through a mouthful of soaked fur.
"Um...I was just thinking."
Catching up with Gunnolf, he walked at his side. Raffa was scared, but he tried to hide it by swallowing the lumps that kept making camp in his throat. Shaking his fur a little, he sniffed in and wondered how far they were from camp. Raffa could see nothing in this storm.
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Post by blazepelt on Dec 26, 2008 16:24:55 GMT -5
"Ah." The word was only a rumble in Gunnolf's throat. He stopped and held his head up higher and sniffed. If he couldn't see very well in the rain, he would just use his sense of smell, though even that was hard to do with all the rain.
growling under his breath, he realized they still had a little ways to go. He continued with a faster pace, eager to get out of the rain and back to camp and just sleep for a while, the rain had always made him drowsy.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 27, 2008 17:05:22 GMT -5
Raffa as well was weary and he longed to fall over right where he was and let his sore paws throb as he waited for the storm to pass. He knew though that if he did, he had a great chance of getting struck by lightning. Sucking up his fear, he trodded on. No smells of camp filled hsi nostrils and he closed his eyes. Suddenly he was alone. He had stopped and when he opened his eyes, Gunnolf was gone.
Running, he followed the older wolf's scent and after a little of frantic searching, he caught up to the blood thirsty beast. His paws felt like they would fall off, for dampness was not good, plus they had just trained. Looking up to the sky, he tripped over a rock. His body tumbled to the ground, his head cracked against a large branch, and he moaned, but did not get up. He fought the blackness coming on. Would Gunnolf care? Or would he die? With last defiant thoughts, Raffa burst up, half-concious, and started sprinting in a random direction.
"Gotta find somethin..ing."
He chanted as he was alone and suddenly, after he felt a faint, his paws gave way and he cried out. He fell to the ground again and this time didn't get up. He wasn't unconcious, but he wasn't far from it.
"Gunnolf!"
He called it loudly, squinting through the wet blades of grass, unable to lift his head. He was determined not to fall...to fall...aslee...eep.
"G-unn..."
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Post by blazepelt on Dec 27, 2008 17:55:48 GMT -5
Gunnolf had been aware of Raffa falling behind the first time and had slowed down, knowing the younger wolf wasn't far off, but the second time he went missing, Gunnolf knew Raffa was in trouble. For once in his life, he was actually scared. Raffa had shown potential, and had reminded the older wolf somewhat of himself when his was younger.
Gunnolf stopped and listened for Raffa with alert ears. He held his nose high in hopes to pick up a scent. His eyes closed to heighten his other senses. He followed the scent to where Raffa lay.
"Raffa? Are you okay?"
Gunnolf couldn't hid the genuine concern from his voice, and hoped the younger wolf didn't hear it.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 28, 2008 9:24:03 GMT -5
Raffa squinted while his head throbbed and rained poured down on his sad little body. He imagined what he looked like, laying here. An idiot, thats what I look like. He began to panic when he couldn't smell Gunnolf, but as if right on que, Gunnolf stalked in. The neophyte wondered to himself what the big wolf would do. Walk on? Stop? He bit his lip and when he heard the rough voice of Gunnolf, it was laced with something he couldn't comprehend at the moment.
"Y-yeah. I...I think so...I'm just a little weak."
He pushed himself to his paws and stumbled against Gunnolf, but fought hard to regain his balance. After a little big of fumbling, he was on his paws. He slowly took a step, almost fell, but caught himself. After doing this a few times, his head was a bit clearing and wasn't throbbing as much.
"Come on..."
He rasped.
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Post by blazepelt on Dec 28, 2008 17:06:45 GMT -5
Gunnolf said nothing more and regained his composure, his face set with a near emotionless look. He started walking again, but kept a close eye on Raffa, walking at the younger wolf\s shoulder and ready to help steady him if he stumbled again.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 28, 2008 21:23:01 GMT -5
((Where are we going with this?))
Raffa smiled weakly at Gunnolf, then squinted. In the distance he made out a sort of big stone. Licking his lips, he strode forward a little, then broke into a non-bouncy trot. Soon he came to the stone. It had a little nook in it, big enough for Gunnolf and himself. Turning to the older wolf, he looked.
"I"m guessing you don't want to stop here...?"
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