Scatter
Daring Hunter
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Post by Scatter on Feb 20, 2008 21:28:33 GMT -5
Perceiving what was beyond his sights without seeing it, he would continue walking on throughout the heavy fog that would cause the sightful beings to loose there sight; like the healer. Mind twisted into gnarled thoughts; a nightmare within his conscious mind that caused insanity, therefore ruining any warmth or kindness. Yet this unbearable insanity, was only mild compared to what he could have. Claiming that hatred was all the dark creature would ever need, he had accomplished friendlessness in life, yet had many allies seeing to him as they pleased and guarding him. He had apprehended a real nightmare, projecting his nightmares into personality. Though his charming side was very vague, it was indeed there. His pride was in killing and his looks. Everything about Ray, was certainly unlike others. O' the degrading things he must have had to say!
"Lord, mercy by the boredom you have surely assigned me." His mind was condemned for everlasting punishment: doomed to be insane and hateful. His loving heart had been locked away by abuse he had received from others. Oh the agony! Isolated underneath miles of rotting hate. Well-muscled, long limbs dipped in russet pulled him toward the various scents that told him where he was and why. Yet the feeling of emptiness passed over him. A longing of a companion? Nonsense! Impossible and absolutely humiliating! How could such a deadly beast feel for a companion? Heil Death. Thought he. Thats it. He'd kill this so called friend. Oh what fun! Ebonite based pelt pulled over brutish muscles and a sturdy bone frame; flawed at birth to have catacombed bones: causing a light weight bone structure. Didn't matter, it lessened his chances of being slow; yet he was still slow, but not as much.
Every feature was etched into his flesh with grace and care: as if he too were one of god's creations. Though his voice was plagued with Satan's evil. He had not sold his soul, but simply put the devil into submission. One huge green ear adorned his massive skull; however the other ear was lost due to frost-bite, more then a quarter. Rayton was quite full after he had a hearty feast from the last buck's entrails.
The scent that had soon wafted into his nostrils, was indeed, the NorthStar's den. If someone was there they wouldn't see him slither across the terrain, sly smirk plastered across his face. There was no way of telling his true motives as he approached soberly to the den. Passing over the territory boundaries; scents wafting in every direction. The fog covered everything but the sky. The moonlight showered him as he floated, unsettling the fog, that regained balance and stilled when he left. "Who be there?" He would call to the den. Who was there, anyway? Enemy or ally? Whosoever it might have been, the stakes were: He'd jump them.
His mind is a nightmare; he remained unseen and unheard of, but lurking within the shadows that are plagued with evil. Almost rabid personality caused him to say: 'Hatred is all I need, and all I ever wanted.' Quoth him, because it's the only reply if you asked for a friend. Tentative unworldly things seldom approached the light, Ray should know: for he wanders in the dark, with them.
[Bad post. I was bored, had to write it </3]
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Post by Cetanwakuwa on Feb 21, 2008 15:12:53 GMT -5
{I'll post later. Eating now...Haven't eaten since this time yesterday. Feel like I'm gonna pass out...}
{I shall post tomorrow as well xD}
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Post by Zae on Feb 21, 2008 21:45:46 GMT -5
((*Shall post tomorrow.* =D))
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Erisa
Fiesty Pup
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Post by Erisa on Feb 22, 2008 19:08:22 GMT -5
Life went by as daily life did, time rolling by slowly as if to spite the inhabitants a god foraken world. Erisa, one of many creatures, yet diffrent from most, walked with mind off in some other realm. pregnant dog was of a flawless ebony, her eyes of a clouded cobalt. Her body moved with slow grace, pelt swimming over well toned and perfectly shaped chassis. The bitter cold that surrounded her did not bother the pregnant dogtress abit for her deranged mind caused her not to focus on the horrid weather.
Erisa felt extreamly strange today, though she could not figure out what was wrong. Was she sick? Doubt it....Was there some hidden desire gnawing at her dark soul? Most likely not. While the thoughts ran through her mind, she could have sworn she caught glimpse of another wolf. pregnant dog would shrug it off and finds an ancient pine and set herself below its boughs. Erisa crosses her forepaws and lay her cranium upon them, eyes lingering on the scenery around her.
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Post by Zae on Feb 22, 2008 19:52:54 GMT -5
The healer lay atop a large rock formation outside of the North Star den, just as motionless as the stone beneath her. Ebony pelt rippled slightly in a breeze, sending her scent drifting into the air. The female was more than aware of the two wolves nearby, but didn't set off to find them. Testing the air to find out who it was, she wasn't at all surprised to find Ray wandering about again.. Another inhale told her that the new wolfess, Erisa was about. Being blind, she wasn't entirely sure what to make of their newest member, she had already decided to reserve her judgement.
The chilled air soothed the wolf, who enjoyed it's bitter touch. She wasn't sure of the day's time, but no matter. Her visionless world was nothing more than a nuisance at times, but she welcomed it. Better not to witness lies and deceit, wars and treachery.. Better to be left in the dark. She shifted her frame, trying to find a more comfortable position, a sigh passed through her snout. Another day in paradise...
Withdrawing from her daydream, her attention turned back to the area, forever observing. She could still hear Erisa and Ray nearby, but she had yet to hear a thing from the rest of the pack.. Perhaps they had gone hunting? She didn't know.. Ah, well. So long as no one came back wounded, she didn't really care. Being the healer had its downfalls, but she had no right to complain. It wasn't her fault she was well educated in herb lore, nor was it the pack's fault she couldn't see. Listening to the surrounding area, she would continue to observe, and wait.
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Post by Cetanwakuwa on Feb 25, 2008 14:04:19 GMT -5
Cetanwakuwa, brutal and malicious warrior was on the prowl. Her mood was foul today, and she pitied the first living thing to get in her way. Dispite her inner rage, she still remained silent as she trekked slowly through the icy woodland. Cetan rarely ever made her presence known, unless of course lounging outside the north star den, or within it. She was far away from the North Star territory, near the falls far up river on the opposite side of the territory. What on earth was the demon doing here? Nothing in particular, as vague and suspicious as her actions seemed. She paused to scent the air. Catching nothing on the breeze, she continued to stalk back towards her pack's territory, bordom winning out at last over her bloodlust. There was likely not much to hunt anyway. Oh how she wished it were spring again. More cover for the large warrior to hide in.
She soon reached the west border of the North Star territory. The den was closer to this border than any other. Anything that stepped too far over this border was so close to the den that it was almost guarenteed they'd be noticed and attacked. Cetan paused again, picking up nothing on the air once more. It was then that she felt it. What was wrong? Something, though nothing she could put her paw on. Demon sensed possible trouble, though it was unclear and not deffinant by any means. She continued towards the den, picking up to a steady trot. Were there enemies? An ambush? Hell, dark ashen and onyx warrior welcomed any enemies who dared such suicide by entering the North Star den. If an enemy wished to die, she would give them the gift of her jaws ripping their faces off. Oh joy
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Scatter
Daring Hunter
/Prisonfight/Imperial of Valence
Posts: 45
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Post by Scatter on Feb 26, 2008 18:09:40 GMT -5
Unpredictable beast stood under the cover of gray sheeted fog, iron jaws clenched together, in a lock that would not break. Grim eyes scanned everything... but he couldn't see anything past two feet. Skin pinched, hair sitting on end. Anger welling up within, monstrous muscles convulsing as he lurched forward; with an unwelcoming force, pushing the fog away. Cat-like pupils shifted, as mo hawk-like fashioned fan atop his skull prickled. Hyper activity, most certainly. His blood was warmed, and a desire for fresh flesh coated his already icy personality. Claws dug into the thick ice range, a sharp cracking sound piercing the cold air that held nothing more then silence.
A look of horror spread across the beast's face as it had failed to see the thin ice, giving way to his weight. He reacted only sub-consciously, pushing his back away and spinning back to where he had came from. Tentative steps did he take, next wise, around the ice range, onto the frosty snow. His surroundings were dim, infact... he couldn't see them at all! Tongue ran across his upper lip, grimace reclaiming it's place upon the bastard's face. Impudence was inlaid upon his gait, as massive paws pulled him closer to the den. Surely a sight-for-sore-eyes would be there. Cetan, or Barbwiire? Did he wish to see them anyway? Guess, the main question was, what harm would be inflicted upon these innocents if he did lay his sights on them? His blood lust was eating him alive, he wanted it bad.
The healer was out of the question, an easy feast... he'd rather savor it for when he was to old to leave the den. That reminded him of his age... The days he was just another massive, harmless, flirt with feelings. As he grew older however, he had a rapid personality change, characterizing him as dark and evil - Never had anyone been like this in his family. Not even his father, who treated him quite well, Sloucher, wasn't that his name? Oh sooth, how long had it been since he last saw his father? What type of impression had the old mutt inlaid upon the might beast: Rayton. Whatsoever he might have thought, he had long forgotten it.
Monster was educated in the games of slay: ceasing another's life with those jaws that was snapped shut for the time being. Oh if only Saintreaper had not weakened the poor brute! Revenge was a key part of his diabolical plan; Saintreaper was surprisingly weak to the bastard that now stood before the NorthStar den. He could see the rocks that made an archway, big enough for him to waltz him; however he did not. Simply standing and studying the claw marks etched into the stone wall.
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Post by Cetanwakuwa on Feb 26, 2008 22:50:09 GMT -5
Reached the North Star den entrance just a minute or so after Rayton. She caught his scent. His mood seemed rather strange. Cetan wasn't concerned. She was far younger than him. Perhaps she was thingyy to not consider him a major threat, but nontheless, she did. Cetan paused about twelve feet from the den. Head held high, slightly back as well, skull tipping in curiocity. She didn't speak. Brute was acting stranger than usual. Her head would soon drop to normal height, though her tail would remain high, as it always did. A symbol of what she thought of herself. Her rank which she had erned, and would defend. She wasn't trying to put Ray down, her body language was just subconciously dominant in generaly. Her next action however was meaningful, and intentional. Head was at a normal level now, and Cetan's recently curious and slightly suspicious gaze would shift into an icy glare, her silver cat-like eyes fixating onto Rayton, now with demanding question. She would finally speak. "If you're gonna hang around the den, might try acting normal. You're acting wierd and rather shady. Honestly it's pissing me off." She had begun to think while looking cuiously at Ray. Before her face shifted, she had realized that he wasted her time. She mistook him for danger. A threat to the den and her pack which she defended to viciously and loyally. Was she so wrong though? {Crap post, really tired...I really don't like this post. Forgive me and my fail. I'll do better next time }
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Scatter
Daring Hunter
/Prisonfight/Imperial of Valence
Posts: 45
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Post by Scatter on Feb 27, 2008 20:26:50 GMT -5
The only reply he would give was his heavy breathing. His pupils were dilated, and he looked absolutely demented. Blood was splattered over his muzzle, it was something he hadn't noticed before. His intelligence was sub-conscious, but he was incapable of controlling himself. Insanity was at a high degree, and his actions could be a potential danger to himself and others. Muzzle had parted, exposing blood stained teeth as a curious smirk plastered against his face.
Seemingly insanity had grasped every atom that was inlaid upon his body, his nightmare projected into personality, tainting everything he had ever wished to be. A cold icy glare directed toward Cetan, never in his life had he felt more of a sensation to throw himself at her, to rip her flesh and taste her blood... Though his face became uncertain, as if he wished to fight all of it off, tail dropped, and raised again. A heavy sigh as he tilted his head, dominance coursing through his blood stream, his heart beating - Blood. The beast birthed from the deepest depths of hell was out of control, demented and insane.
Though he wished to warn Cetan, of his unstable state, he could not. His voice was disabled, and his actions unpredictable, even to himself. Though his insanity had bested him for now, it wouldn't be long before his strength apprehended the will to take it off it's high throne of his mindful highness, and control his body once again; the question remained now, was: did he want to be conscious of his actions? Perhaps he wished to stay insane and overthrow those who stood in his path; the nightmare would give him remarkable powers to kill even those he might, or might not have cared about. Lip was bit, while a grisly smirk masked his usually sane and calm face - if you could call it calm in the first place.
Surely this beast was unlike others, he was under control -- but he liked being in control, didn't he? Couldn't he do the same when he was mindful of it?
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Post by Zae on Feb 29, 2008 19:25:15 GMT -5
The healer moved atop the North Star den, arriving in time to hear Cetan speak. She held back on a laugh, fully agreeing with the demon. Her frame shifted into a sitting position atop the cold stone, a smirk playing on her face. Face was turned towards the scene below, seeing nothing but black. Tail curled around her lower structure, tip twitching slightly. Such amusement could be found while observing those too thick for their own good, those not knowing a portion of all there was to know, what was needed to survive.
Testing the air, Zae took a guess as to where the parties below were located. Judging from the location of voices and.. was the male -breathing- loudly? Such odd behavior.. she took an educated guess of the area to her right being uninhabited. Turning her head in Ray's general direction, she would speak. "She's right, you know. It wouldn't kill you to pretend to be nice.. it just might be painful." she'd say, her voice light with unsounded laughter. While she thought the ways of others great fun, she was in no hurry to move to the ground where the pair were below.
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Post by Cetanwakuwa on Feb 29, 2008 22:01:11 GMT -5
Cetanwakua's left ear swiveled to the north. Zaeddyn, the pack healer was perched upon the den. Such a fun place to be. Zae never seemed to let her blindness affect her. Or so she made it seem. Cetan's glare never left the brute. She took note of how his tail had lowered, then raised again. She didn't comment. Not yet anyway. "Did you eat your body weight in poppy seeds? You're acting like you're drugged." she would paused. "Or perhaps you got your paws on a fermented pumpkin, or some other discusting twoleg plants." Cetan's words were not scornful, nor tautning as they ought to be.
She wasn't in the mood to start crap with her packmates. She never really was. Anyone else she'd pick a fight with willingly. Her packmates were not her enemy. Though sometimes it seemed that Ray insisted on making himself the single exception to that general and sometimes forgettable rule. Cetan wasn't sure. Even as she spoke, she didn't do anything that might set him off. She wasn't sure what the hell was wrong, but she didn't want to make a stupid and insignificant situation into anything more. Still. She didn't relax. Her tail didn't lower, and her gaze never left Rayton. She wanted him away from the den if he couldn't get a hold of himself.
If necessary, she would remove him with force...
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