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Post by tec on Aug 2, 2006 1:31:11 GMT -5
Wind whistled obscenely in Four’s single, black-tipped ear. The other, the ragged stump once counted as an ear, quivered with remembered instinct. And the hair on his nape bristled in both fear and fury.
Interlopers! Upstarts! That they dared enter here!
Arctic eyes narrowed, gleaming challenge as wolf upon wolf strode through Venial’s borders to lope cautiously through Sleeping Wood and along the treaded path.
His treaded path.
Well-worn muscles screamed in protest from within cramped, enforced angles. He’d been watching for days, counting and cataloguing every admission with ruthless judgment and cynical appeal. He ignored the pain, of course. Pain was nothing. And he’d had worse. Much worse.
Four bared his teeth and restrained the snarl that came quick and eager to his throat as yet another intruder appeared. It would not do to foretell his presence. Leastwise, not yet.
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Post by Wooden Manikin on Aug 2, 2006 4:15:15 GMT -5
The thought of the alpha she had attacked passed her mind which made the exploring a bit more enjoyable but held no answers for her. Her mind searching but she could only remember struggling as she awoke from the feel of being bitten into, a traitor amongst that lowly pack, and she gave no signal that perhaps she was angry but that was correct. Bane couldn't see him but his scent was obvious, she thoughtfully took her memory father back into her mind and she was stricken with the Beta's name. A curse were her words, a string of curses, and she left a mark of her anger against a branch, her claws raised and the lines of anger evident along her maw as her canines bared and she growled at nothing a bit, and for a moment fell towards a need to into bite something, hunger had evidently passed and her stomach was not so modest in reminding her so.
Her steps lazy, much like a felines, she had calmed herself down with her ravenous hunger as a distraction and it was a bit odd as she began her steps once more, lowering her head and her eyes stared at the floor, finding nothing with her blindness. The bone in her shoulder rising and became almost evident, she padded in idleness allowing nothing but her sense of scent and hearing guide her. That traitor had killed her, she reminded herself, no doubt in her mind and yet she was back but nowhere near home, her head tilted downward and she inhaled the scent of what she believed was another wolf, many had entered and her sensitive ears caught the wind as well the chirping birds.
Shutting her eyes, the only symbol the feel of her lids, and pursued in finding the closest prey. The crow’s caw irritating but held an interest in her ear, above her but could she reach? Bane could climb, she had learned how to but it may be difficult with this unfamiliar land. Her eyes opened, and she raised her maw, there was drool wetting her tongue already, and a dangerous smile seemed to be created.
Cautiously she padded back her tail wagging and then made a line, crows weren't dumb, commonly at least they weren't, and if the crowd had already seen her, well, she'd loose her meal but it didn't seem like it. Her head announcing quiet, lowering, she crouched, and then lunged, the branch was low, she pushed against it with her front legs and then snapped at the crow, catching it as it began pushing its wings apart, and swinging her other half to align with the branch, she wasn't too lucky, she missed and she was falling, she tightened her hold on the bird, its cry of death lost in its quick death and Bane's quick fall. Alarm had widened her eyes and adrenaline bounced as she fell against the floor, a loud thud, and it stopped air from going through her system
Bane released the bird, having been crushed beneath her canines, and seemed to gasp for air, but merely cleared the slight pain in her shoulder, pushing up, rolled onto all fours, laying on her stomach, and pulled the bird close to her. Her muzzle lowered, she bit into the bird with viciousness and tore it quick, and then nuzzled the wound as she finished only a piece of her small snack. The blood pushed into her mind and she tore through the flesh quicker and attacked it as if it were alive with crushing even more of the poor black-bird's body. Perhaps...she should find someone about the land and its horrible tree's structure.
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Post by tec on Aug 3, 2006 3:51:14 GMT -5
Almost dispassionately, Four watches the pathetic attempts of what should be a noble creature. He'd noticed her at once, of course, and could not be blamed for the flicker of interest that sparked his frigid stare. That white, arctic coat reflecting hints of light by those lazy, swaying steps. He was male, after all. And without female companionship far too many years. Did he even remember what that was? He lifted his snout, caught her scent...
And the odor of countless others suffused the senses. Four bared his teeth. He would not be distracted, especially not by one so... odd, was the word. But still, he could not take his eyes from her. Not even after she falls from the tree. An impatient breath snuffs through his jowls, dismissive and arrogant. No, there would be little threat here. But his head tilted, for she had managed to snag her prey. Directly from the snaggled tree, no less. That was something.
Four scoffed as quickly as the grudging favor sprang to mind. Crow was hardly a worthy meal, and certainly nothing worth savaging, as she was currently endeavored. Hell, he'd taken down a pig just that morning, torn it to shreds and savored every drop of crimson staining his matted fur in the aftermath. That was a meal. And considering he'd had to manipulate and maneuver the poisons in Belladonna Wood to reap it, he considered the feat worthy of admiration. His stomach panged with the reminder, clenched in protest at the current state of emptiness. And he remembered. It had been three mornings since his last meal. Not one.
His pulse accelerated as the metallic scent of blood tainted the air, weaved its path to cling and taunt. Did she dare, this intruder, this trespasser, to feast before him?! Four rose, bidding his screaming limbs into submission. Let the wind catch his scent, carry it to her. Let her smell him. Let her fear. Was he not in possession of a great and terrible gift, the gift of pain? Were these not his lands, destined by will alone? He'd watched long enough. Female or no, she was going to be the first to feel his gift.
Hackles raised, fangs bared, throat convulsing with a snarl restrained, Four sprang from his crouch. He was silent, despite the fervor of his rush. And the sloping terrain seemed to part in zeal beneath his paws. Danger gleams, darkening ice-eyes to cobalt blue. For the scent of female, mixed in blood, was potent. Sleeping instincts arise, warring with the lust to dominate, subdue, claim. He was close, hardly more than thirty feet away, when he stops dead in his tracks. She hasn't looked up yet, not surprising given the strength of his stealth, but it doesn't matter.
Blind.
She's blind.
His head cocks, ear perked in consideration of this flaw. It doesn't make her less appealing. But it does make him cautious. And the feat with the crow takes on new meaning.
"Stranger," he growls, muscles poised and ready. Oh, how he wants action, now that his hiding is at an end.. "There is homage, must be paid for hunting these grounds."
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Post by Wooden Manikin on Aug 3, 2006 17:46:19 GMT -5
The scent of blood hazing her sense and her hunger a distraction that had multiplied during the time she hadn‘t eaten. The useless pack that had betrayed her held an amount of good hunters but they were all ridiculously stupid, brawns but no brains whatsoever. Yet if that was it, how did they ever figure to kill her, and a new stream of fiery anger burned her gaze, but it was suspicion that became obvious.
Her ears flattening as she pushed her maw deeper into her small meal, survival was important to her as power. There was no cry as part of her throat was ripped from her neck, and the stupid dogs hadn't aimed well enough to kill her. She had took that pain staking time to lunge and grip whatever she could of her attacker, she gripped there numbing the pain and the feeling of being swung, or had it been the feeling of another wolf trying to drag her off, stupid things they were.
This mere thing may have not been the best, the best she could do, but she was hungry after all, the quickest and easiest at this point was her goal, to satisfy her hunger and then find land she found appropriate for her own making. There were wolves after all but if they were lone or within a pack she was a bit unsure of, and the thought had passed where she'd attack a pack's Alpha or challenge them but she shook her head lightly at the thought, but at the same time she was pulling at the limbs of the bird, the tendon seems to have a good hold on both bone and meat.
Her eyes squinted, she lifted her head, suspicion finally directed and her ears then perked, thoughtful of attacking and she licked the remains she had along her muzzle. The blood encouraged her to attack, whispering her details of a hunt, of retaliation, and of surprise if she leapt up, her body going rigid, and her paws pushed into the dirt, readying on the two fronts which caused her to rise slightly before she decided with the inimical greeting she'd be interested in this canine's strength.
He sounded perhaps sure of himself, he knew of this forest perhaps, and with this she felt perhaps to be kind, no, that'd never do...but she wasn't disturbed, his scent finally catching a notice, it had been there all along but she paid less mind to it, her ears gathering sound for his direction and she relaxed her muscles as she stood, and her gaze directed to the male, catching his eyes but she didn't quite notice, she simply kept her head held high.
"Why hello."
A smile it seemed like or perhaps a grin as the gleam of her canines became obvious, lips curling back as if in warning, yet her mouth suddenly shut, a brief grin? Her steps began, she approached him, keeping note of his motions and began circling him as if observing him, but she weighed something other then that, a reaction.
"And...who are you to imply I need to play homage? To whom after all, you?" Her tone kept stilled and a bit lazy.
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Post by moonfox210 on Aug 5, 2006 6:51:23 GMT -5
One paused to sniff at the air, squinting a little with his right eye where the scars had damaged the tissue. Now here was a familiar scent, one that he had not smelled for a long time. After all, Venial was so large the first of the others hardly met up with each other. This time, One came here with a purposeful intent. He had heard of these newcomers coming into their lands. Curiosity edged him forward to seek them out and study them. Indeed, the study of other wolves was something that would at least entertain his bored mind.
He padded forward with a lithe enthusiastic gait in his trotting limbs, a small smile fixed upon his lips and a mischievous gleam in his eyes. The light shone upon his coat, making it shine a radiant glow of amber gold and mahogany red. The thick grey fur that lined his nape and chest seemed bleached in the sunlight to a pale silver. Paws stepped lightly on the ground, ears swiveling to take in the delightful songs in the forest. Indeed, One felt like dancing a little. If wolves could dance that is. Well, One reckoned that he could, in a four-legged prancing sort of way. Oh wait, what was he here for? Oh yes, to see those newcomers.
A pale moist tongue ran over the tip of his leathery black nose to enhance his olfactory senses. Oh? Was that the metallic smell of blood? Lingering... and avianish. Yes probably some wolf killed a bird in the area recently. Crow probably.
"Well, you look well, though perhaps you should groom yourself a little more."
One came into their presence with a cheerful grin, tail wagging slightly. He took a glance at Four before his gaze traveled toward the she-wolf. There was something about her that he felt rather... attractive of sorts. Surely any new wolf was interesting enough for him. His nose sniffed again.
"Crow? CROW?!" He struggled not to laugh.
"Well excuse my manners senorita, but was it your fancy? Or a hard-pressed decision to make? Ah... there I go again. I should introduce myself. I am One. Simply One. You are?"
He glanced back at the male wolf, surprised to see how well the wolf seemed to know his environment. But surely he could not know the secrets of Venial as well as One did.
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Post by Memoru on Aug 5, 2006 18:18:32 GMT -5
((Moonfox: I'm sorry dear, but the test subjects should not be familiar with eachother. They DO NOT know of each other's presence. In the five years they've been in Venial, they've never once crossed paths. Please adjust your post accordingly))
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Post by moonfox210 on Aug 6, 2006 8:25:12 GMT -5
(Post edited. Awaiting reply)
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Post by tec on Aug 6, 2006 20:35:17 GMT -5
“You’ll learn to shut your maw, you gawp-eyed defect,” Four snarled, mane risen formidably. “Unless you’d like me to synchronize that face for you.”
He was hardly concerned with the fact that his head was also slightly… askew. And turned away before noting the intrudingly cheerful wolf’s reaction. But Four was unconcerned with him for the moment. It was the female and her lack of fear when she approached that had his back up.
The way she spoke, almost mocking. And seductive. Four’s eyes darkened along with his mood. He longed to hurt her. Ached with it, even. But he was not one to act in haste.
So Four stepped closer. Let the scent of her fuse within his nose, mouth, and skin. And used his power to cross the borders of her mind.
Information. That’s what he was after. Who was she? What did she know? Where had she been? Four could have cared less about feelings or morals as he started reading her mind. Moot point, anyway, since his power only granted him access to actual knowledge. He delved deeper, ready for her struggles and cries. In a cruel twist, Four found that it was he who reacted thus. He who pulled back in panic and confusion.
Sure, she had basic knowledge. Crow was stringy, slightly bitter, the taste of blood sharper than that of other bird prey. That fact was calm and unclouded, as were a very few others. But the majority was warped, shadowed with entangled observations.
And there was something…
Four warred against the link, yanked back with a gasp after scarcely a heartbeat of contact. It was because she was blind, he realized instantly. It had tainted the process of discerning her knowledge. She was not unreadable, surely. If he cared to persist. But he did not.
For he had gleaned one very important truth in those final flashes. And it could not be explained away. Or accepted.
She was dead. Now, why would the dead be standing here before him?
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Post by Wooden Manikin on Aug 7, 2006 23:49:11 GMT -5
The optimism threatened to bring her sadism to simple cold apathy, and had she not thought that it may have been a bigger meal she wouldn't have held her hopes too high and have them crushed. It was with a quick assumption that also came an answer, and she quickly found the scent being a simple wolf entering the conversation and for a moment she felt threatened, perhaps the forest contained a pack, but she wasn't one to merely step back at that sort of challenge. Put through the consideration she had once been put through fights, many, in order to conduct herself as Alpha among a pack that she left to its own to die when boredom had begun to linger and weakness was magnified among all the unworthy members.
The fight had been continuous, one battle from another, it was the order of the original Alpha and she had won after all, killing a member or two and leaving some to only remember with rather permanent scars. Although it may be a differed situation there was also another reason she left this old pack, it had an arrangement of traitors also who failed to kill her but they weren't quite lucky with the reaper as she could remember, the crying and begging. Ridiculous fools, mercy was temporary and they'd die anyway, earlier and luckier they were not severely punished but in any point this little optimistic wolf was making fun. Eyes narrowing and she restrained a nasty reply.
"No, it wasn't now you ask, and perhaps if you'd be inclined not to remind me of my appetite, I'll not be pursued to take bite of you, you'd be perhaps a better meal then that crow, much more fulfilling." The tone wasn't threatening, imitating a lazy and calm nature she portrayed to the angered wolf, and it almost seemed joking but her body was rigid and it was something, somewhere in that tone that seemed almost sincere.
Turning, she may have actually approached the wolf, One, if it weren't the fact her rather angry companion seemed to be eager to get her to bare her fangs, and it didn't matter as far as how big he was, that didn't matter to her at all, it was how strong he was. She'd inflict damage before on wolf of older age and larger size. It wasn't as if she never got beaten, she has, but she almost never keeps it at her losing, there was always the second match. Half-turning and half-way there she merely stood still at the snarl, it enlightened her, brightened the mood really, and although failed to hold optimism held the anger she so desired. Idly stepping as he approached her, closer, and she gave question to his actions, did he desire to battle and if he did, why hadn't he already began.
"I may be blind but I doubt however entertaining it'd be to see you try I'd prefer you keep your pride." Then there was concern, an unusual feeling that flattened her ears but as quickly as she felt it, was as quickly as it was gone and she shook her head, her body trembling as if she shook water from her coat but she merely shook the odd feeling away and observed the sound of his gasp. Cocking her head slightly, she then straightened herself and glanced at the other, she'd have seen both reactions but she didn't want to concern herself now on how she'd appeared, merely keep note of the other as she turned back to her former stranger.
"What did you do?" The question was directed as her glance came back and her tone held the same vulgar as a low growl emitted, and she shone the ivory canines in precise threat. She disliked not knowing, and she also disliked that awkward feeling, but she herself needed to calm down, if she didn't the anger would only increase and join together, and would only invoke her violence.
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Post by moonfox210 on Aug 8, 2006 2:59:57 GMT -5
"Well try as you might dear brother, I doubt you have the power of healing..." One mused, turning his head back to stare at the she-wolf. Blind... yet she had killed a crow? Amazing.
"Well if you will even manage to kill me, I suppose I will definitely be much better. After all, I have more muscles through my pretty coat would be a waste to that."
"My dear, you cannot see anyway, so why would I even try to attack a she-wolf as you?"
He was soon distracted as he glanced at Four. He did something. He knew. He almost felt the movement of this so-called 'magic' as he had termed it. Then his eyes narrowed in thought as he sat down, curling up his haunches. So indeed this other male wolf had been here for some time. Long enough at least to know wolves here possessed some kind of powers. One had yet to come across other wolves, so if the male had a power, did the she-wolf have as well?
"I still have not heard your names... Shall I call you Two and Three then?"
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Post by tec on Aug 9, 2006 19:31:42 GMT -5
His head was spinning, so it was understandable that the she-wolf’s question was overlooked along with her obvious anger. Four shook his mane as if to clear his head. In an act born of self-preservation, he turned to the lesser, albeit annoying, threat from the male.
“I am named Four,” he growled. Named, not called, for none had graced his path to call him anything in as long as he could recall. “But I do not grant one such as you leave to use it.”
He recognized the absurdity of his statement, now that his mind was beginning to unravel from the confusing entangles of the female’s. One was this wolf’s name, after all. His eyes narrowed in speculation and suspicion. Was One dead also? It was too soon to use his power again. Weariness would overwhelm him, and that would surely never do.
Four was beginning to get a very disturbed feeling about Venial and the master who ruled it. And he was beginning to sense a dangerous game playing underfoot. But whatever the game, Four did not intend to be a pawn.
The female waited still, all but quivering with rage and… disturbance.
“I am Four,” he spoke in formal tones, indicating a tentative claim by ignoring the male and stepping near to sniff her neck. “Know that it is within my power to cause you unbearable agony. And it would be my pleasure to do so,” he whispered. “But I think that power might best be used for…” He paused, flicked his eyes to dark lands. “… someone else.”
“I go to the lands watched ever-closely by the Lord. Follow if you wish, but keep pace or fall.”
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Post by moonfox210 on Aug 10, 2006 2:26:24 GMT -5
"Oh then... whatever shall I call you? This is oh-so-very perplexing. What a conundrum." One replied, his voice dripping with mock dismay. Then he cocked his head to one side, watching Four carefully as he spoke about his power and his intentions.
"Keep up? Of course I can keep up. Very easily in fact!"
One grinned as he took a step forward, lifting his chin a little proudly as his form diminished suddenly, fur melding into pale and black feathers. Wings exploded from behind his shoulder blades even as he lost his forelegs. Hind legs grew sharp talons and pale yellow scales. His neck arched as he lifted a hooked beak up wards and beat down wards heavily, rising with ease as he soared into the sky. Gaining height and speed, he made a slow turn to avoid a tree up ahead and then let out the hunting cry of a harpy eagle. The largest of the eagles and one of the strongest.
One loved this form. Other than the fact that he looked absolutely majestic as a large bird-of-prey with such a stream-lined shape soaring in the skies, he also regained his full sight. Indeed. He loved it. Each time he changed, he could feel the exhilaration as the ground left him and he felt almost weightless for a few seconds. Gravity would tug at his insides each time he dived or changed direction suddenly. He could experience speed, unlike anything any wolf would ever feel on the ground. Here he could hit over a hundred miles per hour if given the right conditions. He was elegant, powerful and beautiful.
:: So you do know of the Lord... I will most definitely follow you to his lands. This is quite confusing. You are to say that you have been on these lands as long as I? And not like this new she-wolf? :: One's telepathic voice took on a serious grim note as he addressed Four silently.
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Post by Wooden Manikin on Aug 13, 2006 17:46:03 GMT -5
The annoyance had distracted her from her anger, One perhaps desired a death from overlooking her power and after all she was born blind, she learned to adapt without the sense of her eyes, more dependent on both her ears and nose but there was also extinct. The ability to quickly react and to judge what was before her, but why remember this now. All her younger years were rather useless to keep in mind, they were the past and what could she do with a useless thing like a memory now, after all she was supposed to be dead, and this was as close a new life.
Trained in the works of hunt and fights, she should've not bothered with things like memories, she doubted anyone she knew would be here but if she was dead, shouldn't there be? Tilting her head further, relaxing the rigid muscles stiffening her limbs and brought herself to a brief cease to keep her poseur. The answer and remark stuck in her throat, she wasn't afraid more startled at the sudden closeness the canine before her made, she had forgotten to realize, and notice. She had been directing her attention to the wolf in front of her, but her mind had caught into this One's comment about both healing and her eyes, she may be blind she thought but that didn't meant too much to her, she had known a powerful wolf that had lost his hind legs, a very good fighter...until he died of course.
It was a partial threat that she acknowledged in silence, her anger remaining in check and she found it quite reasonable, because whatever he had done, she could do worse, she could...or so she thought. She couldn't quite be sure until she tried, not yet, she could hear ear, his head was shifting and she briefly turned hers in the similar direction, she couldn't see however, as much as the darkness of being blind, ass she could see was nothing, she blinked, and turned her head back, trying to ignore the affects of the scent coming into her attention, she'd quite remember it, he was too close for her to forget at this point.
Hm, the Lord, who could this be, the thought lingered before his dare entered her mind, a smile hidden behind her readied form, and her ears twitched reacting to the other wolf going up, she was almost astonished but what she heard next almost awed her, it had been a wolf hadn't it? Yes, this would prove interesting, she pushed forward, digging into the dirt below her feat, she often liked to run, the feeling of going on forever, the feeling of the air, dodging objects in her way, she was often someone to face something but she liked the feeling of adrenaline bursting and the ache of soreness as well, she'd learned to run when she was a cub, because she often lagged behind. She remembered getting lost, another pack Alpha had found her and sent her back, perhaps it was pity or sympathy.
Her name would be obvious later, she'd introduce herself later, for now she wanted to concentrate on the path and the direction Four seemed to be heading. Whoever this Lord was, he probably would have something odd about him as well, they all seemed familiar with the lands, and what was this land after all? The carelessness of being without this sort of knowledge bothered her but she cleared the thoughts from her head, she’d get the answers soon.
(Sorry it took this long, but done.)
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Post by tec on Aug 14, 2006 11:58:12 GMT -5
Outwardly, Four appeared to be completely at ease, traipsing along the pathway leading to the Neutral Lands. Softer grass gave way to rock, dust, and brambles. Sharp edges of granite spiked from the ground. Not that any of it mattered to Four, whose paws were calluses atop calluses. And true to his word, he had not once glanced in the female’s direction to see if she was keeping pace.
But he was quite distracted. And as intelligent as he was, Four quickly categorized the two possible explanations for a dead wolf in Venial. Venial was an afterlife. Or this wolf was some sort of resurrected being. He didn’t really believe in either, and so it was disturbing that he could think of nothing else. And what about himself? Where did his memories begin? And why did he have none that ventured more than five years past?
He stopped. The path he wished to take lay on the other side of this rushing stream. He was strong, could cover the surging expanse with little hassle. Perhaps he would emerge a little worse for wear… and a few miles downstream… but he would emerge. And this was the quickest way he knew to the borders of the Lord’s lands. The female… well, they would see.
A shadow loomed overhead, bringing Four’s mind to the 2nd puzzle convoluting his overtaxed mind. The bird. A harpy eagle, to be precise; but the only harpy eagle Four had ever known to have existed first as a wolf. He’d been ignoring One in bird form as fairly as he’d ignored One in wolf form. Perhaps he wished he hadn’t heard the words One spoke. But he had. And if they were true, he’d been in the company of more than just an elusive Lord all this time.
And Four didn’t like that one bit.
If there were other wolves, Four might need eyes, ears and paws outside of his own. Could One hear his whispered words? Or read his lips? Four decided to find out.
“You want to travel with me, One? Then scout out the area beyond the water. We’re going to the temple.”
The Temple of Change.
And if One had been here for as long as he claimed, he would know exactly where that was. He glanced back, furtively. Just a shifting of his eyes really, to the she-wolf who was managing to keep up.
“Wait until we’re across to leave, and keep your eyes on her.”
The words were barely whispered, and he couldn’t be sure they were heard. But it was as much an allowance as he would spare the female. Four took a breath, and leaped into the frothing water’s edge.
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Post by moonfox210 on Aug 14, 2006 21:34:33 GMT -5
One was thinking to himself almost exactly the same thoughts as Four. After all, the Lord had never said anything to him about there being other wolves around. Or at least, wolves who had been the first to be here. Like him. The names that they knew... taken after numbers. Now that he thought of it, why were their names simply numbers? It seemed almost unnatural that it were so. At first he had thought he had been named 'One' because he was the first one here, and the only other wolf besides the Lord. Now he realized their names were grotesque. If he had been named something prettier, like 'Flower' for instance, he might have been happier. But numbers?!
His thoughts snapped back to the two wolves below him. He could see every detail. From the water droplets Four splashed into the air to the dust that rose around the she-wolf's paws as the tread upon the ground. He simply adored this form. He would have to find a better name for himself perhaps. Something that suited his elegance.
:: I do not hear you well, but I can guess what you are intending for me to do for I can only read the thoughts you offer to me. Four, if the she-wolf dies do you intend to carry on without her. Are you certain that there will be another she-wolf who will enter Venial in the future and allow us to carry on our blood? ::
One mumbled in reply, not entirely liking the way Four was half-commanding him to fly to such a wretched black temple in the middle of the Lord's land. Sure he was a huge eagle, the strongest and the mightiest. But if the Lord were to send a swarm of crows in his direction... he might as well be flying against a tornado.
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