SaintReaper
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Post by SaintReaper on May 17, 2007 17:02:38 GMT -5
The night fell, it was ravenging time for the beast of the night, & predator did not cease his chance to fill his lust of the kill; to stain the proud soil he was on with the worthless blood of others, who were not so fit as to join his lovely land. And those were the lucky ones.... The ones who were killed on the spot, were found by other wolves, but not this baron....If you were found by him on the border, and you even had the faintest hint of blood on your fur, poof! You're a goner....
The baron lifted his blood-stained lips into a faint snarl, as he heard rustling in the nearby bushes. Blood dripped lazily from his blackned chin onto the green-turf, & spilling out onto his paws. A smal Roan Deer lay dead at his paws. For once, however, SaintReaper was not killing just for the ease to soothe his blood-lust. Hunger had driven him onto this kill, & so, he eased his growling belly, tearing into the young deer, & eating it bit-by-bit--the succulent & fat laced innards first, followed by the meaty haunches, & the delicious marrow that was hidden in the bones-beyond.
After his meal he walked towards the gushing water stream along the Nort Pack den to wash himself up, stepping into the waters the blood drained itself fromout his blood stained fur, bathing himself in it he poluted the river shores with decay and clodding blood pieces along with meat restovers. Yet the smell of death didnt washed out fully.
Closing his eyes slowly he tryes to return back to peace, for his last kill took alot of energy out of him. The cold breezes at night and the full moon shining down on Saints being settled his nerves as he fell asleep for that night, awaiting the next day and its obstacles.
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Post by Cetanwakuwa on May 18, 2007 15:37:47 GMT -5
Cetanwakuwa stalked through the shadowed forest. The moon bathed the land in a silvery glow. Cetan's senses were twice as alert at night. She was filled with a strange energy, she was restless, and wanted to run until her legs gave out. She ignored this strange urge, and instead focused on doing something more useful. Her job as a warrior of the North Star pack was to defend, and hunt when necessary. She climbed onto a huge boulder that marked the border for the North Star territory. She sat on the rock, turning her gaze over the land beyond the border. She looked below and to her right, spotting azul, and emerald colored fish swiming in the stream. How peacful...She could see the bat cave from here as well. She could see the bats flying around her. Her demon vision was more acute than most wolves. Her eyes more cat-like than anything allowed her to pick up on things. At the same time, with the great power came much stress and dissapointment. She couldn't have a family without them being at risk, most creatures feared her too. She sometimes felt like nothing but a tool. This was the life she had chosen.
A twig snapped to the left and in front of her. Her head lifted and turned to the noise almost before it went silent again. Another problem with being a demon, was the rage... She was instantly angerd. How dare another animal come near North Star territory and disturb her! As outragous as she knew her thoughts were, she felt it all the same.
Cetan let a terrifying sound rip from her throat. It was something between the vicious snarl of a wolf, and the powerful roar of a sabre. It sent rabbits and deer near her running off, scared out of their wits. Cetan watched as a fox leapt from the direction of the twig snap, and sprinted off into the distance. The night went silent, and Cetan sat alone in the dark waiting for the sun to rise again...
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SaintReaper
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Post by SaintReaper on May 18, 2007 15:54:35 GMT -5
Reapers nostrils flared open slightly while still being in his rest from his fresh hunt not so long ago, something disturbed him... Well not really disturbed him but it got his attention alright. Opening one of his voids a grin appeared upon devil canines visage as he lifted up his massive barrel fromout the North Pack lake, slumbering himself trough some thick foliage he followed his nose only.
After a few minutes he held still, auds flicked backwards flat into his heavely furred scold he lowerd himself down to the ground a bit, plumage held tightly just inches off the ground as he held his breath for a few minutes, piercing his spheres slightly so see trough the foliage he noticed a figure on one of the high rocks, slowly he brushed his jaws trough the bushes some more to get clearer sight.
As he then noticed what he was looking at his stable plumage started to sway along the ground slightly, as this figure into the pale moonlight wasnothing more then Cetanwakuwa one of his beautifull female pack members. Blackned tongue rolled slightly out of the side of his maw, no need for him to get angerd even more this night nor getting his muscles tightend up for no reason.
After a few seconds of watching Cetan he desided to apear fromout the foliage still keeping quiet though, he sneeked up from behind her, staying against the winds breeze so that Cetan wont pick up his sense he came closer to her, claws grinding themself slightly into the rocks leaving slght marks behind, he approached her to then keep halt only a few steps away from her. Auds flicked forward as he spoke "Well well.... What do we have here. what do i spy with my lill eye here all alone on a cold drairy night like this, there are alot of ...... dangerouse things out here, it's not safe for a beauty as yourself to walk around here with no chaperone." He said in a low rumbeling yet maccabre set of tones.
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Post by Cetanwakuwa on May 18, 2007 16:04:15 GMT -5
Cetan turned at Saintreaper's voice behind her. She was instantly enraged at this as well. She had been so busy scaring off a fox to notice Saint sneaking up behind her. What kind of warrior was she?! 'I'm just fine!" she spat. The venom and irritation plain in her voice. She felt slightly guilty at takin gher fustration out on saint, but he spoke as though she were a newborn pup, deaf, dumb, and blind. She spun around as she said this, her shocking green cat-like eyes glaring into his. "What the hell are you doing sneaking around here at this hour anyway?" She wondered, sitting down again on the rock, her fur lying flat again, andher muscles relaxing.
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SaintReaper
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Post by SaintReaper on May 18, 2007 16:18:46 GMT -5
Started to cackly loudly as he notice he rather started Cetan outa her fur.Setteling his massive barrel into a sitting possition he ruffled up his azure scold "What i am doing at this time of night? Well dear this time, is MY time, it's when i feel at my best and beside its fun cause i can get to startle cute lill things as yourself", his voids send out a rather calm, mocking feeling out of them as Cetan was looking into his spheres still with rage "Calm down hun, aint no thang but a chicken wing" meaning it's nothing, she can get at ease.
"I can ask you the same thing, what you ae doing outside the den this late."
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Post by Cetanwakuwa on May 18, 2007 16:27:04 GMT -5
Cetan rolled her eyes in irritation. Saint could be such a twit sometimes. "Yeah whatever" Cetan turned her attention back to the wilderness around her. She assumed there would be other NS warriors nearby. The territroy was never unguarded. Her eyes slid over the NS territory, searching for some hint of other warriors. A rabbit let out a whistling noise behind her. She flicked one ear back to listen. The sound was cut short, indicating the creatures death, and her ear flicked forward again, listening where is mattered. The kill was beyond NS borders, so it was of little concern. Cetan glanced down again at Saint, bringing herself out of the daze, almost as if she remembered he was still sitting there. An owl hooted in the direction of the den entrance. She stayed alert, in case the calls turned frantic, indicating the possibility of a preditor, or intruder.
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Post by SaintReaper on May 18, 2007 16:43:16 GMT -5
Just kept sitting there, looking at Cetan and her consertration ways "Yo Cetan, you got to learn how to chill at times babe, youre way to uptight, youre gonna get a stroke one of these days - nights ya know." He then lifted himself up a lill placing himself beside her on the rock, over looking the area. "It's good to be allerd but dang girl, relax jut a lill" He then gazed troughout the night and up to the moon "I have a feeling tonight is gonna be a rather calm night, i doubt there will be troubles this time, though we always have to be prepared."
He then noticed some shadows running along the terra, auds perked frontal swiftly but then turnd back to their normal place not long after as these shadows wernt intruders but just uncarefull pack members.
A sigh get released fromout his parted labrums. "Oi, some members realy need some training oltherwise they wont even live to grow old 1 summer." He shaked his head watching these youngsters terrible ways of patroling and there attemps to be not seen.
"Im ashame at times if i hear the speech of some of our youngsters and deeds, they need to understand the ways of the pack and..., of life if thats what they are striving for."
He then continud to glare over the land, goldish tones sparkled along his yellow eyes as the moonlight threw its light into them, from afar you would only see two goldish spheres and a set of ivory pinchers into the deep night.
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Post by Cetanwakuwa on May 18, 2007 22:15:53 GMT -5
Cetan was still irritated that saint was trying to tell her to relax. She liked being alert. It was her nature. She couldn't possibly expect him or any one else besides Alasa, and Nark to understand. She was in fact flat out uncomfortable when she wasn't alert. What if it wasn't Saint who snuck up behind her? What if it was a sabre. With an attack from behind, even one sabre could have done some damage before she recoiled. Her thoghts had taken her to battle, and she wondered at saints words. She wasnt about to change her ways though.
Her cat-like eyes caught sight of movements in the grass. She heard the faint rustling. She noticed Saint look up as well at the shadows. Cetan could see their colors even in the dark. They were pack members. She could tell that saint knew too in the way that he stayed relaxed, not even tensing.
Cetan was glad it was a quiet night. She wasn't really in the mood for a fight. She would have to eat in the morning. She wasn't hungry yet, but she randomly thought about food, and knew she would be hungry by dawn. She snorted at the warriors in training that pounded through the grass. Hard to tell if they're wolves, or friggin elephants she thought
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