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Post by Kaziph on Nov 27, 2009 21:42:11 GMT -5
Cloud's tassel wavered freely in the air, and she backed up so that she wouldn't disturbed the other two females as she excited glanced to Lorkan. We run again! Perhaps this time they wouldn't return to more clan... drama.
Laughter danced in the pale wolf's eyes as she spun around and sprinted a few meters away. She paused, mirth flirting about her features, and looked back to see if the others were following her yet. She was almost tempted to spank the ground, asking for play, but Cloud knew this was a run with a purpose. So she stood there, eyeing both Lorkan and Surulian with something of challenge in her pretty blue eyes. She was fast. She could outrun them.[/size][/color]
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Post by Amanda on Dec 1, 2009 23:57:45 GMT -5
Lorkan touched the top of his mother's crania one last time before departing, as if assuring himself that what he was doing was right. With a light, bouncing stride he pranced to Cloud's side, nipping her playfully before tearing off into the trees, hardly giving her time to blink. If he was beaten, he could at least yell directions to whoever it was that had beaten him. Lorkan, however, was young and full of self assuredness.
He wouldn't lose to these old dogs!
Catch me if you can!
His joyful words echoed through the trees as he reminded himself that he had to find the weeping trees.
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Post by Kaziph on Dec 2, 2009 7:59:07 GMT -5
Cloud spun and barked, surprised at Lorkan's speed, but she laughed anyway and took off after him. They left Surulian in their dust, but the fem thought the darker wolf plenty capable of keeping up with them if he chose. He might not enjoy their playful antics, after all; there was a darker look about his eyes that didn't mesh with the peaceful life Cloud had always known.
The white she-wolf sprinted through trees, darting back and forth in Lorkan's wake to avoid the worst of the low growing shrubbery and forest brush. Soon her pelt was covered with twigs and leaves, but she had almost caught up to the younger brute... and she shot past him with a burst of speed, but found herself at her limits and decided to fall back so that she was running at his side. Enough competition, she chided playfully, brushing Lorkan's shoulder with her own. Now, tell us where these trees are. |
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Post by Amanda on Dec 2, 2009 12:57:50 GMT -5
Lorkan's orbs glinted with pride as he was able to hold his own against Cloud. Not wishing to be smug, he lessened his pace to a comfortable run as his muzzle led him to his favorite scent-fresh water.
Trotting along the banks he found a few of the trees, though they were harder to spot because their once lush shltering canopies had fallen away to mere skeletons of their former selves. Curious, remembering his mother's words as he approached one, Lorkan tried to take a bite out of the tree trunk, which ended in him scraping his gums on the rough bark. A slight whimper escaped his muzzle as he started to growl at the tree, but then the sharp pain began to fade, and Lorkan's plume waved as the strange numbing sensation fell over him.
I found them!
The bitter taste was unpleasant, but he saw the value of the bark and wondered how it worked. Was it because he chewed it? Was it because it was dampened by his mouth? These questions were somewhat evident as he reared up on his hind limbs to scrabble and claw at the bark, instinctively not doing enough damage to harm the tree permanently.
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Post by Saosin on Dec 8, 2009 22:55:56 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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How often had he found himself lost in the reveries of the past? How long would he be forced to endure the memories which haunted him with each and every step he took, with each passing moment bringing forth a sequence of breaths. What had become of those he had cared for and led back on the island of Reykjavik, hidden deep within the forests of Cold Creek? Had their souls lifted to become one with the sky? He thought... he thought he had moved on and yet he could not deny that his mind, when not occupied with other things, slipped back into those shadows, pulling his heart and soul with it. What of his once love, she who he had fought so feverently for only to find heartache in bitter rejection? The beautiful Silver Mist would forever haunt his memory as well as his heart for she alone had created such violent grooves there. And what of his second love? The hardened exterior that was Torn, she who had drifted in on a breeze and would drift just as easily out of his life when the winds changed. Only to return in the passing of seasons as if nothing had changed. She was his phantom wind, and when she had gone the last time he could not but expect her to return one day, as she always had… but she had not. And when he finally abandoned his home he wondered if he should not stay and wait the seasons of death just to see if perhaps she may return one day in hopes of reunion. He ached; he ached in a terrible way, a way that he had shielded himself from for those long months of solitude when he carried an exoskeleton of indifference. But the softer interior had emerged, the emotional side that searched for love and comfort had dug its way up from the depths of a shallow grave and now… and now there was nothing to grasp for. He was here, and in the now, but he was there, in the then. And all of this seemed so surreal and unimportant. He ran with the others yes, he moved as one with them. His eyes taking in the playful nature of those around him and felt helpless. He also kept a wary eye on the large white male who loomed behind them, unsure of what judgment to lay upon him, untrusting without reason.
I found them!
Lorkan’s voice chimed, startling him into the present and bringing reality back into focus. He watched curiously at the young male’s antics. He had never before learned of such a bark as they spoke of, but if the stories were true, perhaps this truly could help their injured pack mates. Greedily he took to tearing at the bark in an attempt to gather what they needed. Hoping his silence had not offset his new friends.
[/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 Dec 8, 2009 23:12:11 GMT -5
Cloud had noticed that Surulian was being quieter than she had thus far seen him, and as she glanced back into his eyes while they ran she saw darkness swirling there in the depths. She felt herself pitying him, but instead of voicing the emotion she turned her head away and ran a little faster. She had learned that most did not wish for her pity, and sometimes she had learned it the hard way. She almost stumbled on a patch of damp earth as they came toward the river, but she managed to catch herself. Afterward, she padded slowly after Lorkan's young, bounding form toward the trees near the bank.
She had barely sniffed the first tree she arrived upon when Lorkan called out that these were indeed the ones they were looking for, and the she-wolf released a pleased grumble as she stepped closer to the adolescent and began to claw at the tree, too. Her blunt nails dug into the bark, seeking purchase, and found tiny grooves where the tips of them could rest before ripping back. She managed in this way to pull loose a large piece of the bark whole, yet like Lorkan, Cloud had managed not to permanently damage the tree. It would take time to regrow, but regrow it would. Just like Surulian. And Larka, and the forest. She found herself glancing toward the black wolf, her opposite in color, wondering what he thought of the trees.
The she-wolf didn't waste much time after that, but instead she leaned down to scoop up what bark she had collected. Her bright eyes turned upon Lorkan then, for some reason allowing him to assume leadership of the expedition even though she and Surulian both were several seasons his elders. Ready to return? |
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Post by Saosin on Dec 8, 2009 23:44:58 GMT -5
A T K A [/color] 
It was difficult for Atka to tear himself away from the situation laid out before him. One side of his brain begged him to stay and linger not far from the pallid wolf’s side and that of his pack mate, both injured and unable to defend themselves should something transpire. The other half of him asked for rational thinking, for he was a large powerful wolf that could carry a great weight of food back from the felled cow that had brought about this travesty. It was all he could do to follow those he would come to know as packmates, into the timbers that would shield his view of Larka. His eyes bid her a wary, regretful goodbye that lingered for too long before rushing out after the others. He trailed them, his mind a jumble of the words that had transpired between him and the young alphess. The heart cords that had been pulled in such a short time frightened him yet they told him that his father’s ways had not broken past his skin and they never would. For he would forever stand by the notion that one could be a warrior and a good guard to his people and still be compassionate and loving. These notions were lost to his homeland were a harsh and often times violent outlook on life had been adopted. His tailed waved in a pleased way as the others had come to find the bark they sought and his gaze turned to Lorkan with a look of pure gratitude though the young wolf might not have known the full extent of it. Instead of taking up the bark too, he kept his jaws empty so that he could tear large amounts of meat away from the carcass if those who now carried the medicinal remedy could not carry both. In this way they could all complete their objective together, lending to each other the help that was needed.
"Should we make a tight circle back to the carcass so that we can bring everything in one go?"
His words were not directed at any wolf in particular, but the group as a whole.
[/font][/color] Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
and to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars
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Post by Amanda on Dec 9, 2009 20:44:32 GMT -5
Lorkan made a muffled mmmph sound in the affirmative, Pride swelling his chest as his crania and plume lifted a bit higher, not in a challenging way, merely to show his lifted spirits and mock leadership. Making sure Cloud wasn't breathing too heavily, Lorkan set a steady pace towards the evil reindeer, his mind entertaining thoughts of erasing the creature that had hurt his mother from existance. The carcasss wasn't too far away, they could easily make it within a few hours...
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