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Post by ikawolf on Feb 11, 2010 12:18:46 GMT -5
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Nothing stirred. At least not in the deep liquid pools of Lirell's orbs. The wind sighed and moaned over the water, rippling it into almost perciveable shapes. A shuddering sigh struck through the wolf's ribs and down to his chest. Lirell's tawny pelt kept him warm despite the chill in the air around him. A plumy gust of fog whirled from his strong jaws as he exhaled heavily, staring listlessly at his surroundings. It had been close to a year now, that the brute had seperated from his family. Seperated due to haunting memories and blame he saw; every time he made eye contact with one of the pack. Lirell's mind often cast back to the day he and Llell had ventured out. He could see the terror and pain in his brother's eyes as he disappeared down into the bottomless chasm.
It's not like I didn't try to help...Lirell thought miserably, swishing his dusty plume so it curled around his muscular hind legs. A sudden, burning pain in the brute's chest made him cough violently, and he rolled onto his side, struggling for the breath that was coming in rasping gasps. Lirell's skin crawled as his eyes widened; the wrenching in body limiting his oxygen as much as having his muzzle clamped would have.
Coughing again, relief overtook the brute as he found his breath was coming easily again. Nothing seemed different now, and Lirell could've forgotten it if it wasn't for the metallic taste in his mouth. Blood as a reminder of his terror. Lirell's skull snapped up, now determined to pretend it had never happened. Pushing up with his forelegs, the brute stood, shaking the earthy grit from his pelt nonchalantly.
He took a few steps forwards, his acute audits rotating like curved shells high on the sleek dome of his head. Despite his high status as an alpha, the wolf suddenly felt a desire for company; the Razi lands were certainly his place, but that didn't stop them feeling lonely. Acting on impulse, Lirell leapt forwards, boxing with his paws. Once he landed, his throat gave way to an earth-trembling howl. A call of strength and power, yet melodious as it cascaded through the air like a song from a piano. Satisfyed, Lirell sat back and waited for a reply.
Sometimes late at night I watch him sleep, I dream of the boy he'd like to be, I try to be strong and see him through, But God who he needs right now is You...
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Post by n i a ! on Feb 12, 2010 19:21:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Lordess_Lynzee_Beckett_x0/zephanbackground.png]The sky was cloudy, like it had been ever since he walked into these lands. Though there was something different about today, extremely different, there wasn't any snow falling from the grey sky above like there had been for the past week or two. Only a chilled wind blew through the area, swaying each individual blade of grass. It was chilly as is today, and the wind only made it worse, but the grey based wolf was able to ignore the chills with ease. He had became immune to the cold after living in these lands known as Moonlight Wolves for a couple of months. Winter here has been a bitch, and Zephan realized that as soon as he came upon these lands. The cold immediately overcame him, and sent currents of chills down his spine. The winters here were way worse than the winter back where he grew up, and he thought that he would never get use to the never dying chills of the winter, but to his surprise, he did, and it wasn't that difficult, plus his fur had realized the change in the weather, and had become furrier to help him keep warm. Now he was invincible from the cold.
Zephan was making his way, ever so slowly, through the Sabella Lake. He wasn't in any rush, and didn't have anything to do, so he was taking his time, taking all of his surroundings in by using his faded green oculars since this was his first time in this land. The few maple trees that were here were bare, and bared no colorful leaves. That was one of the things he hated about winter, everything looked bare, and there wasn't any vivid color except for the white blanket of snow that usually covered the ground. Today, though, there was some color, and that was the color of the lush green grass that he was walking on. He really had no purpose of walking through this land other than the fact that he wanted to explore his new homelands. Though he couldn't tell what the lands really looked like since it was winter, he was able to get a vague idea of what these lands looked like in the lively seasons, and he imagined them being full of vivid colors, being beautiful in their own unique ways. Zeph's exploring was interrupted by a howl that came from nearby. The howl had a lonely sound to it. Zeph being the antisocial wolf towards strangers was weary about going to see whoever the howl belonged to, but after debating in his head, he decided to go check it out.
Zephan let out a loud howl as he trotted towards where the wolf was located. The male caught the other wolf's scent immediately and realized that it was another male. He became weary once again, but he ignored it. He had to get over his bad habit of not wanting to meet new wolves, and this was going to be his first step of breaking his bad habit. It didn't take Zeph long to reach where the other male was located. Sitting only a few feet away from him was a dark chocolate colored wolf. He had a scar over his left eye, and had a nick missing from one of his ears. He was tall, but fairly skinny making his muscles very visible, which told him that this male was strong. Zephan's faded green eyes dared to meet the male's yellow eyes, but the did meet. "Hello, I am Zephan," he said briskly.
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Post by V i r u s on Mar 2, 2010 17:50:22 GMT -5
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Save me, take me home ... After a while, the current is calling me, lulling me, waving goodbye
Sheer silence echoed in her head as the female listened haphazardly to the sounds of the birds in the background of the forest. Her moist nose was low to the ground as the female journeyed forward, the current territory unfamiliar to her. She caught the ever so faint scents of others, but they were faded. Charlotte picked her head up and looked around. A soft whimper was exhaled from her vocals. She was lost. Her ears fell back onto the top of her head as her soft brown eyes searched the brush for any signs of her own species. Her tail low, Charlotte resumed her walk through the greenery.
'Where is everyone?' she wondered to herself. Her ears flew forward the second the masculine voice reached her ears. A howl. Charlotte immediately tossed her muzzle into the air and let loose a charming harmony of her own, her shrill bell-like voice echoing up and out over the tops of the trees. Her gait quickened and she trotted through the land, her eyes bright. Charlotte appeared through the brush, coming upon a pair of males. She froze. There were two? She felt uncomfortable around ONE stranger, and obviously, two was more than she could handle. Charlotte's tail dropped and her ears flattened against her skull as she shivered softly, just staring blankly at the two. Keeping her body low to the ground, Charlotte looked to the dark wolf. He was gorgeous, with his tawny pelt and vibrant yellow eyes.
I'm setting sail, with anchors holding me down ...
{ w o r d (247) c o u n t }
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Post by ikawolf on Mar 5, 2010 11:56:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/lirellbg.gif] You just want to hold me down, You want to see me cry, I’ll take the lies, I’ll take the fights, But give me shit and you will die.
Lirell switched his audits forwards in a careless, sweeping movement. His calling had gifted him with a rush of solid confidence, and the brute sauntered forwards to meet the strange male that replied to him. The male was a fair size, and Lirell hitched his breath at this fact; the pair would be evenly matched should they choose to fight. This was not the case, clearly. Lirell noted that the stranger wolf seemed somewhat reluctant to approach him, obviously anxious to make eye contact. The tawny brute snorted softly, finding himself a little displeased at the behaviour. Razi needed more members.
Lirell let the silence stew between them, more than comfortable to wait to be addressed first. When the male introduced himself, Lirell found himself warming slightly. The stranger, or Zephan, as he called himself, seemed of the right disposition. “Hello.” The brute began politely, dipping his sleek skull in a greeting. “ I am the Razi alpha, Lirell.” At this, the wolf smiled slightly, determined to appear somewhat concerned and courteous.
Almost instantly, a fresh scent hit Lirell, and his head snapped upright. He could sense it was a fea, and that she was close by. Briefly, he wondered if Zephan had scented her too. Lirell padded quietly to where the undergrowth was thicker, knowing that was where she was hiding. Stepping boldly in beside her, Lirell could immediately observe the fea was shocked, and she appeared immensely timid and afraid. A tug of sympathy persuaded the heavy brute to comfort her, so he cleared his throat as inconspicuously as he could manage. “Erm...Hello there” Lirell murmured softly, hoping that he wouldn’t startle her. She was indeed very beautiful, with a slim bodice and vivid, captivating orbs that seemed to stare right through him.
“You are?” Lirell questioned in the same gentle tone, lowering his dominant stance slightly. The last thing the brute wanted was to frighten her away.
So now you know the truth, Don’t give me anymore stress, I’m the alpha wolf here, I’m going to come out best.
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