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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Nov 20, 2009 0:40:53 GMT -5
There was a shift in the atmosphere, like the cold chill of a breeze cutting through an open moor. But it was not a wind, but the mere silence of voices. Featherswift’s eyes were wandering toward the source of the disturbance, and Bain acknowledged the occurrence. They sense me.
Best to be polite about it.
Quite slow and precise in his movements, Bain silently peered from the thicket that had once concealed him. The ivory tip of his skull—a faint smear of blood and the scattered remains of clinging flesh upsetting the otherwise white crest—emerged from the foliage and stared at the conversing wolves. And, after a moment, the creature emitted a soft chuckle.
[glow=red,2,300] “I do not suppose this is a private conversation? It sounds very… intriguing.”[/glow]
Bain coughed painfully, the reek of death that shrouded his mask beginning to constrict his lungs.
[glow=red,2,300] “May I join?”[/glow]
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 20, 2009 9:04:42 GMT -5
( I was tempted to have Arachna ask Bain if he was Jesus =P )
My God!
Her mind disintegrated into abyss. The fish slid from her mouth, her maw agape at the sight of the strange, fearless being. It took Arachna seconds to notice how he moved. He walked in deliberate steps, and he spoke that way, too; everything he did was purposeful. And now he stared each of them down, the Sheeran and the Blood Mist. His presence was commading -- it enslaved their attention before they could even hope to flee. Her limbs were chained there by this wolf's mere gaze.
Flight was not an option here. Fighting a wolf like him was out of the question. Flurries of thought took wind in her mind. The crown of a wolf's skulll rested atop the strange newcomer. Light glanced off of its pearly surface, still fresh with blotted blood and flesh. He's...he's...
...he's a masterpiece!
He was the living vision of what, by legend, Death and Verlust should've acheived long ago. Here was a wolf of true passion, so dedicated to his cause that even Arachna felt fearful. The tingling sensation danced cheerfully up her spine. He hairs stood on end with tickled shock. Where did he come from? Is there...another prophecy? But what is his passion? How can I follow him? Is he single? Nah, he's probably the violent type...
"I....um...wow!"
Like a giddy child at the sight of the candy store, Arachna's features gradually lit. Her maw formed into a perplexed smile of admiration.
"Who are you?"
She completely shunned Featherswift now.
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Post by featherswift on Nov 21, 2009 17:13:31 GMT -5
Her eyes watched a male wolf figure approached them. While she looked him over her others sense did as well. The reek that came from him was almost overwhelming, his position showed dominance even if his tail wasn't up, and everything was telling her to leave now for this wolf wasn't like Arachna. Featherswift now had two wolves on Sheeran territory she didn't like, Arachna who didn't smell as bad as the new arrival male. One thing that shocked her beyond belief was that the male was wearing some sort of skull and this made her think about it. Her eyes grew with surprise as she realized it was a wolf's. This wolf was wearing his own kinds skull as a mask of some sorts. Of course if he didn't have that mask and that smell, and had seen him for the wolf he was she might take in consideration of what a powerful handsome male this was. Featherswif's stomach recoiled at the mask and smell, but she held firm not wanting to show how scared she was to this dressed up intruder. Her duty right now was to get both these wolves off her territory no matter how scary they were.
The male asked if he could join them and then coughed. Arachna's voice made her move her ears toward the fae, but that was all that moved from straight at the male. What she heard from the fae shocked her almost more than the male. Was she flirting with him?! Featherswift turned and looked at her in surprise with her maw open. What in the world was going on here? Fur prickled at the sight of both of these wolves. A feeling like she as going insane and this was just a dream flashed through her, but she dismissed the idea for everything was just too real.
Well she needed to do her job, doubt or not for it had been building more and more, but she'd feel a ton safer if this male got off her territory. Her tail went up, fur bristled, and she growled. "I'm sorry, but there is no conversation worthy of two intruders on Sheeran land. I advise both of you to get out," she growled. Truely she knew if they didn't want to leave she couldn't get both out. If she howled, her pack may not come in time before she was hurt. Two intruders, one Sheeran wolf that wasn't so sure about her place in the pack, that wasn't such a good match up.
((0.0 zomg that was a lot to right! XD muse finally came))
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 21, 2009 19:28:00 GMT -5
(I love this thread! xD Great posts, btw!  ) Aaaaand here she goes again with her whole 'leave 'cause I said so' crap! Arachna's tail swished at Featherswift's face irritably, batting her away like an inconsequential fly. "Look, Miss Priss, we're not leaving. And if you go get your little friends to help, who's to say we won't mark our turf all over your little river, hm?"Ha. My threat is that if she goes to get help, I'll pee in her river? "And just where do you plan to find another conversation like this?" Arachna drawled, "This is worth it. Now shut your gob and let the poor guy speak!" The nerve of some wolves!On a second scouring of this wolf with her atuned senses, Arachna found it nearly impossible to decipher his scent. The packs all smelled common to her, but there were minor distinctions she'd learned to identify them as individuals. Not Siverian....not Sheeran...Yozoran or Destinian? Smells like they got together and had a love child then abandoned him with cold hearts...and this is the result! A probable ruler of the non-conformist world.... |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Nov 23, 2009 16:49:48 GMT -5
Bain stared at the Hellfirian fae. “Yes, Arachna. I AM JESUS.”
((sorry, jk xD IC Now!))
Bain observed quietly as the two faes exchanged their banter before slipping from the brambles and situating himself nearer the two. His muscles were very much relaxed, his ears tilted slightly back in a comfortable position, and the toned curve of his shoulders sagging somewhat. He glanced up towards Arachna first, straightening his spine as he spoke.
[glow=red,2,300]“Ideas need no names. Call me whatever you like.”[/glow]
He lacked arrogance in his voice; there was only a blunt matter-of-factness to his words. Then, he gradually turned to address Featherswift. His eyes, their deep golden color now tinted crimson via abstract lighting, stared out from the skull’s sockets, expression unreadable.
[glow=red,2,300]“I urge you, child, to continue this little chat. I would be much obliged... it would not be the same without a packwolf’s perspective.”[/glow]
He smiled pleasantly from beneath his mask, the fangs of the outer skull distorting his grin.
[glow=red,2,300]“As such, I am curious. Has your pack any preparations to counter intruders? Not an assault on your personal skills at defense, mind you. But are your ‘superiors’, as one could say, initiating any plans? A simple yes or no would suffice.”[/glow]
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 24, 2009 9:01:08 GMT -5
At Bain's address to Featherswift, Arachna stepped fluidly aside to study them as a bystander. A million and one thoughts shot like lightning through her mind, but she spoke none of them; the crafty femme was very practiced at this, but even she couldn't help but show visible excitement. Her tail twitched with teased agitation. I will tell the others about him when I return...this could mean the glory of Blood Mist again! Heck, I don't even have to talk to the guy...just seeing is believing here!
Nevertheless, she stayed, watching with unblinking, fascinated eyes.
Wait...did he really just waltz in an ask her what her pack is planning? And I thought I was bold...looks like I'll need to step up my game...
A sudden fear fluttered in her chest.
Wait...I've never seen him before, and you'd be a maniac to think he's from the packs....so where did he come from? ....Are there others? Others that are...er...more badass? I wonder if they call themselves the skullheads or something...
"Where can I join," she muttered under her breath, too softly for the ears of her companion. Still, she was suddenly wary. She inclined slightly away from them as they spoke. They have to know we're here...but they haven't made an attempt at alliance....if they're all this bad, then we're in trouble.
"My enemy's enemy is my friend...." she murmured aloud, hardly noting her thoughts were out in the open.
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Post by featherswift on Nov 25, 2009 19:36:56 GMT -5
She wanted to bite the maw off of Arachna here and now. The fae had given her too much trouble and now she was pushing it to the limit. A little growl sufficed though while she held her ground with a piercing stare right back. Looks can be tougher than words and Featherswift put meaning to it.
Her fur continued to prickle as the male came and sat by them. Up close everything was just too real, the skull with a bit of decaying flesh on it and the wolf who had an overpowering feeling about him. Now that he was close she could see what his eyes looked like, deep pools of gold. His muscles were well toned as well. Powerful on the inside and out.
His voice sounded again in Featherswift's ears and no name came to title him. When he spoke next and looked straight at her, a shiver silently went down her spine. What he then said with a smile to make it that much friendlier made her go on the offensive that much more. Is he asking me for my pack's secrets straight out and expecting an answer? What kind of feakle minded wolf does he think I am?, she thought. The coppery fae clamped her teeth down and caught a sound from Arachna stating that her enemy's enemy was her friend. Well that all very well, now I have two intruders and two more wolves who think I'm the stupid one in this party while they ask for secrets and comment about themselves straight out while stealing fish. What has this world come to!, she thought again which made her really want to roll her eyes.
Now it was her turn to open her maw again and hopefully the quick mouthed, for more than one purpose, Arachna wouldn't stop her. "Well, I don't know why you'd think I'd tell Sheeran information to a wolf I don't know, unlike the other fae who seems ready to tell about her pack to any wolf who passes by," she said lightly and took a glance towards the fae. What she saw made her sure that Arachna was feeling a tad different about the male now, a good different or not.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 8, 2009 3:49:36 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]“Well, perhaps I was not polite enough in asking. I apologize.” [/glow]
His tongue swiped neatly around the corners of his lips, a pleasant Cheshire Cat grin still stretching his features. His voice was smooth and calm, and eyes were centered on the Sheeran fae. His right ear twitched as if to dismiss Featherswift’s statement.
[glow=red,2,300]“But I must profess, hiding away such information is more harmful than good. Truly, I am no threat, as much as I may appear. I have no army at my command, no special powers to reveal. Slay me now and my blood is all too real. But my concerns, I insist, are with you. Never mind if you answer me or no, you either have a plan to defend your pack—which is most likely ineffective—or you lack a plan altogether. Both cases stir understandable cause for worry, wouldn’t you agree?
“Nevertheless, I doubt you will inform me of such preparations… and yet, some holes are far too wide and misshapen to be concealed. Would you agree with me that, say, the pack system is flawed? True, nothing is perfect—even the supposed GoldenWolf of lore possesses flaws—but pack structure could certainly be improved, could it not?” [/glow]
Bain paused, the stream of words hissing into silence as his gaze dragged toward Arachna.
[glow=red,2,300]“…in each and every pack.” [/glow]
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 1, 2010 13:51:00 GMT -5
The hiss prowled behind her bared fangs, pelt bristling as this ignorant Sheeran pressed on. So, so stupid. She thinks I would reveal my pack secrets without a purpose? And now, it would seem, I have an even better purpose. I don't know who this wolf is, but he's most certainly someone all of us will want on our side...what are we but a gang of ruffians, really? She offered a sickly sweet grin to her dear friend Featherswift. We don't have a healer cause we regenerate, you dunce! We're immortal, in the literal sense....more literal than even Lupus, Verlust, or any of the ancients. We're the pure meaning of the word....
At last, the stunning stranger turned to address her, as well. The question puzzled her. She had half to say 'What structure?' But Blood Mist history stated that there had been.
Well, no longer.
The words were tumbling from her maw before she realized her thoughts were being spoken. "Say, may I have something to call you by? You see, I think you would get along very well with some friends of mine. They'd be very intrigued by what you have to say on this subject, I believe...." And then some! I wonder what Babylonia'll think...either she'll be overjoyed...cause she hasn't made a move for leadership....or she'll be pissed. Ah, well, she's due any day now, isn't she?
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Post by featherswift on Jan 6, 2010 22:36:06 GMT -5
Featherswift looked at Bain in dismay as the wolf uttered the words that were utterly true. He'd figured it out just by thinking in theory. Well there goes that plan. This male was right though about the pack structure. It seems all too insecure at this moment and could probably need some patching up, defiantly around how wolves proved loyalty. The thought of what had just occurred before Arachna still made her blood boil.
She took notice of the smile on the fae's face next to her. That just helped her feel so much better. Then it was her turn to talk and she asked for a name of the male. Arachna then told him that her 'friends' would want to meet him. Featherswift let a lip up in a snarl. Some friends...,she thought. Of course she wanted to know the name of this male too, but Arachna had basically said she wasn't part of the packs to a total stranger. Not like she was going to help her anyways.
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
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