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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 14, 2009 19:37:01 GMT -5
The lupine, a fiery feminine being, strode lightly out of her den, paws making imprints in the layer of snow that coated the camp in white. She walked with regal authority, but her prescence was not an unapproachable one. To the contrary, she was a beautiful creature that seemed a part of the essence of the place; there was a warmth in her blazing red and orange pelt that represented the heart of Destinian culture. She was, without question, the alphess of Destiny's pack.
She took an efforless leap onto a gray, smoothed stone that was located central in the wide clearing. Tilting her eyes, wild and passionate orbs, to the thin cluods above her, she let out the traditional howl for meeting.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Feb 14, 2009 20:52:18 GMT -5
Raffa grumbled bad temperadly before trudging from his nap and out into the open. There sat Fireflight, and he litterally curled his lip at her. Little did anyone know, he was in league with Bain, a very important part of their little plan. He itched himself and licked his lips, let out a low growl, then paced slowly, looking at the others around him.
His peircing gaze grew firmer until some of the younger Neophytes were forced to look away. His black pelt ruffled in the wind and he turned to Fireflight, shivering.
"Whatdaya want??"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 14, 2009 21:59:29 GMT -5
The small form did not enter the clearing, but rather waited at its entrance, hesitant, limbs trembling slightly. Scrambled phrases and mutterings reached out of her throat, marked by a thick, dark laceration that snaked its way across her throat. She could've, should've been a pretty young female, cheery and bright. But all things bright dimmed and gave way to shadows at her prescence. Her form, painted cream, hazel, and black, finally took sharp, quick steps into the clearing, an expression of displeasure fitting her maw as she glimpsed only two wolves besides herself, Raffa and Fireflight. She liked a crowd better. Much better.
"Fireflight what are you going to talk about?" She barked, her voice wrapping rather unusually around the words.
Fireflight blinked for but a moment towards Raffa, mouth open to rebuke him, but then caught sight of the entering femme and fell silent at her question, which seemed slightly distorted by her odd placement of syllabal emphasis. She blinked strangely at Phobia, a bit taken aback. "The purpose of a meeting is to gather the pack so they all can hear what I have to say, Phobia. We have to wait for the others--"
"I know! I'm not pup, fair Madame!" She crowed, a snarl embedded in her words. She settled down right next to Raffa, ignoring the fact that she had never once laid eyes on him in her lifetime, and licked her forepaws busily.
"I know all of that," she repeated decisively amongst her lickings.
Fireflight sighed and looked away towards the warriors' den, awaiting the arrival of the rest of the pack. It's a shame what happened to Phobia, really....but she's just so strange! I thought she just needed time, but it's been a long time already....I'm not sure if we can afford to keep her around as a warrior. Or if she does become one, perhaps early retirement. Fireflight felt saddened for her thoughts about the neophyte next to Raffa....she meant well. She tried. That was more than Raffa did. But half the time she was in her own little world...
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Post by shila on Feb 15, 2009 18:36:00 GMT -5
Shila was in the Nursery gazing up at the celing, thinking about many things of what she could do. A howl from Fireflight caught her attention. Shila's ears perked with pleasure. She wondered if a neophyte was going to become a warrior today. Shila trekked out of the Nursery and into the clearing.
She only saw Raffa and Phobia as well Fireflight nearby who had made the howl. Shila trotted over to Raffa's side and swished her tail around. She grew since she was punished for leaving camp and having her ceremony delayed. She looked around wondering when the other wolves would come.
"Hey Raffa, has Fireflight said why she has called the pack yet?"
Shila asked cheerfully. She sensed the normal, frustrated, feeling flowing off of Raffa. She hoped he wasn't going to snap at her, although she could snap back, though she probably wouldn't.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Feb 16, 2009 17:21:00 GMT -5
Raffa shook his blackish fur and snuffled while Fireflight snapped at the wolf beside him, Phobia. Now...Phobia was a weird one. He thought she was pretty as well, but would never admit to finding a fancy in this wolf. Wagging his tail, he inched away a little, just in case it seemed he was a little too close.
Suddenly he heard Shila's voice. Not now Shila! I'm trying to impress Phobia. But despite his thought, he greeted Shila with a tail wag and a smile.
"Hey! No...I don't know what Fireflight's up to now. Something stupid I suppose."
He shook his head and swallowed before siddling up closer to Shila, trying to make Phobia jelous. After all, he should be a warrior by now. Maybe Fireflight was having his Warrior ceremony! No...she hated him...kind of.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 16, 2009 19:11:37 GMT -5
Phobia's eyes flickered to slits, narrowing and zeroing in on Raffa as he made his movements. She curled her maw in disgust at him, spitting decisively at his paws. Her glare was cold, unforgiving, and lanced with winter's heartlessness. She inched closer once more, and whispered in a voice full of odd and disconcerting calm, "Move away, then, coward. Move away as the others move away and cower.Coward." She bent away from Raffa sharply, then paced a good foot away from him before she settled once more, next to another neophyte who had just approached.
Breeze smiled kindly at Phobia, though she did not speak. Breeze, the vivacious and outgoing sunshine of a female, for once had nothing to say at all. Well, it wasn't that she had befriended Phobia....
She just feels sorry for me, just like every other wolf I meet in this freaking hellhole. Phobia's eyes lowered hatefully to the ground, where she spat furiously once more, and bore holes into the rough, snow-encrusted dirt with her shaded, incinerating optics.
Etheris, Tatiana, and Carolina joined the crowd, awaiting Fireflight's announcements.
(I'll just wait for another post or two for people to come...)
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Post by shila on Feb 16, 2009 19:55:33 GMT -5
Shila looked away from Raffa and rolled her eyes. She wondered if he would ever stop disrespecting Fireflight. Probably not, but at least he isn't attacking her. Shila glanced over at Phobia and was curious about her. She always seemed angry and frustrated. Wow...Raffa and Phobia would make a great couple. There both hot headed and anger easily. Shila giggled to herself. She wanted to talk to Phobia, but feared she might anger Phobia. Shila narrowed her eyes and then relaxed them. She decided she would ask what Phobia's problem was since no one else would. Shila strode up to the wolf and sat polietly in front of her.
"Um....I don't mean to be rude, but.....I was curious why do you always seem mad?"
Shila spoke firmly yet with caution to Phobia.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Feb 17, 2009 19:45:01 GMT -5
Raffa watched Phobia inch away and immiediately turned away, no more love included. Any girl who didn't fall for his handsome chisled features first was considered trash to him. Besides, she was always angry at everyone. He would much rather eat dirt then like her. Shaking his head, he itched to attack, but stayed still. After she sat down, Raffa, just to make her mad, moved closer. When he got up to her ear, he whispered.
"Freak."
Before she could do anything he bolted over to Shila and started licking his forepaw. Wagging his tail, he shot Phobia a ha-ha-I'm-better-than-you glance.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 22, 2009 17:16:51 GMT -5
"Mad?" The word sounded odd, hanging there in the air. So odd it was to her, that her ears scarcely twitched at the latest scum to spew from Raffa's mouth. She shot Raffa a glance not of anger, but rather like a neon sign flashing the words: Pup, do you really think anything you say has any meaning to me at all? She almost smiled, and the ghost of the curve hung on her lips. But it never amounted to the true thing. She'd lost her ignorance a long time ago. She'd lost her dear bliss. She blinked back to Shila now, gaze wide, as if surprised the young female remained before her.
"Mad? Mmm no, not mad. Just different. I've never met a wolf with a mind that can capture the intensity of mine. I guess you're all just very content to be simplistic," she yawned idly, speaking of herself in different terms again. How else to say it? I might as well be my own breed, anyway.
Fireflight stepped forward, a bit disoncerted by the dialogue between the neophytes. Nevertheless, today was a day that belonged to happiness -- happiness for the words she was about to speak. She nodded to Shila, then stepped down from her rock to begin the ceremony. "Shila, please step forward."
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Post by shila on Feb 24, 2009 15:03:14 GMT -5
Shila shrugged and walked back to her place. Phobia's answer sounded decent enough....she guessed. Although Shila did not see herself as simple as Phobia must have seen all wolves in general. Shila shot a slightly annoyed yet playful glance at Raffa for calling Phobia a freak. Hasn't anyone taught him, 'If you can't say anything nice just keep your big mouth shut' life lesson. Shila thought humorusly in her head.
The summoning of Fireflight calling to Shila caught the pup off gaurd. Shila wondered if she was in trouble again. Lets see I didn't do anything bad, today or yesterday. Hmm...Oh no! What if she found out about me forgetting to bring the elders food a few days ago! Oh...great. No....She would have talked to me about that before now. What could she want from me? Shila ran over all the possiblities why, Fireflight, wanted her to stand before her.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 24, 2009 19:40:13 GMT -5
"Shila," Fireflight began, the ceremonial words familiar to the young alphess, "You have reached the point in your life where you are too old to play and frolic, carefree, in the nursery. You are of the age where certain callings beckon you forth, forth into the training of a neophyte. Shila, from this day forth, until you have earned your place as a Lupus Proeliator, you will be a neophyte of the Destinian pack under the careful guidance and mentoring of Carolina."
Carolina, who had seated herself towards the back of the crowd, blinked her wide gray eyes with surprise -- her first neophyte! It seemed odd that she'd already mothered pups and had yet to have a neophyte, but her priorities had been in different order than most wolves. Her tail wagged gleefully and she trodded forward to meet Shila with the traditional light, hearty head butt between mentor and neophyte. She smiled kindly at Shila, then bent her head.
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Post by havoc on Mar 1, 2009 20:53:57 GMT -5
Torque floundered in the snow outside of camp, his long legs sinking in as far as they could go until the snow reached his chest. Dammit. Firelight had just called a meeting, and he was trying to hop through snow that could trap a moose. With a leap, he pushed himself out of the bank and onto some smooth snow - only to fall back in with a loud crack. In this fasion, he managed to make his way to the entrance. His normally black pelt was totally encrusted with snow, but he didn't really care - this had happened so often lately that no one really cared anymore. Darting through the entrance, he took a spot at the edge of the group and tried to look like he knew what was going on. Had Shila just been named a neophyte? That's what it looked like.
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