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Post by Kaziph on Oct 27, 2009 21:20:20 GMT -5
Cloud's look of happiness grew suddenly stiff, and her hackles lifted instinctually. She, too, had scented the blood of one of their own on the breeze. She had also smelled the Ravilin scent, although she didn't know by name the wolf which it belonged to. Her bright blue eyes turned upon Lorkan as he questioned her and Surulian, but she pinned her ears back and shook her head, unsure. I don't know. I believe we should, but it worries me. She stepped closer to the two brutes, willing to take whichever action they decided upon.
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Post by Saosin on Oct 28, 2009 16:07:15 GMT -5
S U R U L I A N [/color]  And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
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There was a certain unity about them that cast away all the storms of the heart, and lit a way through the shadows of memory and sorrow, giving way to this single pristine moment when they were all truly at peace. In this moment they found happiness and freedom, they were wolves following their hearts and their instincts, born to run as the eagles were to fly. Their callused pads made to caress this soil and rock, their ears constructed as if a funnel to draw in the symphonies of the landscape around them. Yes, this was life at its fullest, no boundaries, no limitations, just the endless sky and a horizon that never drew too close.
But all that changed in a single instant as the wind shifted, casting a new array of scents tumbling towards their waiting nostrils. Intermingled in the scents of the sea and sand where that of the wolf who had lingered at the borders when he had arrived. He did not know of him, yet could tell he was a stern wolf with a seriousness to his eyes that was not to be questioned. It was not odd to find the scent; at least its occurrence did not raise questions to his mind. But the immediate scent of wolf blood gave immediate pause to his steps, perhaps simultaneously with the other. All of their faces taken on a look of seriousness and concern. Lorkans eyes fell upon his and Clouds in questioning, and as Cloud stepped closer to the two Surulian answered, his tone rigid with worry but absolute.
“Indeed. Help might be needed, and if not, we can always leave them and continue on our travels.”
[/font][/color] All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be
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Post by Kaziph on Nov 12, 2009 18:30:47 GMT -5
 Cloud was about to agree verbally when Larka's voice rose above the forest, calling them to come. The she-wolf pricked her ears in the direction of her alpha's call, and she glanced between where the blood-scent had come from and her two pack mates. I suppose we should go back to Larka? Yet something else begged her to check out the scent, real-quick like, and see what exactly was wrong.
She wasn't really the leader type, but indecision had made her antsy, and she was ready to be on the move regardless of what direction they decided to take. I'm going to check the scent out first, before I go to Larka. She took a few steps off toward the beach, and then paused. Her neck arched back and her muzzle lifted, a sweet soprano note issuing from the rounded "o" of her mouth. Larka, I come. There is something that needs checking, wolf-blood scent, first though. If you would have me leave it, call for me. She dropped her voice and her head, shaking her fluffy, cloudy ruff.
Then Cloud was trotting, then running, down toward what she assumed was the shore, closing in upon the scent and coming closer to... who knew exactly what she was getting herself into. |
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Post by Amanda on Nov 12, 2009 23:15:52 GMT -5
Lorkan made a soft whimpering noise and raced after Cloud, knowing that wolf blood was important, and that mother would understand. Besides, hardly anyone ever showed up anyway. Almost guiltily he ran after Cloud, as if he were choosing her over his mother. Shaking his crania to rid himself of the guilt he felt, Lorkan pounded along beside Cloud, matching her pace almost perfectly.
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Post by Saosin on Nov 12, 2009 23:49:30 GMT -5
S U R U L I A N [/color] And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
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Their predicament was a wary one, with their alpha beckoning them home, and the scent of Ravilin blood looming on the horizon. But the trio seemed to be of them same mindset, as all three had turned from the call of Larka in pursuit of what could possibly be danger. Surulian, being new to this terrain, was unaware of just what kind of physical dangers lurked upon the island. Large predators were certainly possible with a landmass of this size… and then of course there was the possibility of chaotic packs and ravenous loners out for blood. The history of the landscape was a mystery to his mind, so he was left to simply wonder of what could have become of one of their own. The possibilities did not hinder his flight though, as he kept pace with his two comrades, pads gripping feverently into the golden granules of sand that threatened to give way beneath his weight with each passing stride.
[/font][/color] All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be
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