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Small laughters where heard as it eoched through the trees and to the mountain. Slowly small puppies ran through the forest, there little pools shinning with a new kind of happiness. There paws barely carring there small bodys. Suddenly the light brown and white pup stopped, a low shiver running down her shine and then back up. She stood there silent as she watch her brother run ahead. R-Rebel! Wait! I think where ran to far! She called, but it was to late Rebel was to far ahead of her to hear. The femma quickly ran after her brother not wanting to be alone in this place. Rebel may be bigger then her but she was quicker then him, quickly chasing after him. The blue heeler pup didn't take any chances she wanted to leave. REBEL! She screamed.
Her brother slowly skid to a halt at her screaming. What Reb? He snickered. He hated it when Reb makes him stop when he was having fun. He slowly walked up tot he shivering Reb. What's wronge? He asked, his head cocking to one side. reb shook her dome and looked up at Rebel's brown eyes. I think we wondered into the wolves terra.... He said, shivering with fear. Rebel eyes went wide as he stared at her little sister's fear. He knew what wolves could do, they had killed his family. They had to get out fast before one of the wolves had seen them.
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« Reply #1 on Aug 28, 2006, 9:11pm » | |
Staying alive, was a battle. Living life, was a battle. Nothing about this world is safe. No one is to be trusted. All are to be eliminated. Simple guidelines to follow, to keep the pack alive. Simple things, to keep everything in check. Live by these rules, or perish in this war of a life.
There were two sides to this war. Either you were with one side, or you were with the other. No in-betweens. Either you fought for the blood of the wild, or you feared the blood of the wild, and fought for the more civilized ways of the domesticated dog. It was a plain border, a bold line, that once you crossed into your side, you could never cross to the other. Enemies by birth, the wild wolves, and the domestic dogs, would forever live in this war of hate, live in the era of elimination. Who, though, would be the first to be eliminated?
Basilisk, was one of the few, three or four, wolves that could boast of his 'untainted' blood. His pride ran strong through his inbreed lines. Distant cousins, his sire and dam were, and the physical disfigurations, lacked. The only ailment, would be the wildly unpredictable nature that was bestowed to the leader of the wolves’ clan. His mannerism would sway, from serious extremes, to another. A dangerous figure to anger, this beast was.
One of the last pure, one of the last with the size, with the power of the true wolves. Though, his mental instability, could be considered a fault, a down-fall, even so much as a weakness, this gent, of four seasons, refuses to see this light. He was the symbol of power to the wolves. He was their Capo. He was their leader, who promised to them, the return of their power over the canines of the city. Wolves, would always rein supreme. Elimination of the lesser canines, was mandatory.
The Blacknight Forest, was the wonderful entrance to his kingdom. The tricky forest, that he and other wolves veterans could maneuver, stalking, waiting for any dog to commit the deadly folly, of coming deep into the black bowels of the forest. This, was a natural death trap. Silis, knew how to harvest this death trap.
No famine was in order this season, none at all, and still, here was the mighty leader, hunched over, his bone-crushing jaws locked around the carcass of a fallen domestic canine, his flesh tearing fangs, pulling the still-warm meat off the carcass of his kill. A golden furred dog, though, the color of the domestic canine, was no longer able to be determined, for the wash of blood, was too mighty, and the shredding of the flesh, to great. Why, would Silis pull the meat of foul city canines into his gullet, when the wild game was aplenty this time of year? Because, he had taken his kill, and he had devoured his kill. This mutt, was nothing but prey for him. He was the predator, he was the one who had ended the fool bitch dog's life, so quick, as the golden fae tried in vain to find her way out of the pitch-black forest. She fell to the fangs of one of the greatest, as any domestic canine would.
Blood coated the slender, sharp angled muzzle of the wolven clan leader, as his angular auds, slid forward at the bases, the sharp auds pricked to an alert angle, as the crying tones echoed through out his forest. His powerful steel-trap like jaws slid closed, a shred of the dead bitch dog's flesh, falling from his jaws, as his large timber-painted crania titled to one side. Who, would be stupid enough to announce that they had come into his forest. Young ones, he could tell by the juvenile ring to their tones. Elimination, was mandatory, but, it didn't mean, he couldn't have fun with it.
His large pads pressed to the cool earthen forest floor, his quick strides, filled with grace, and soundless. He worked the forest, like a magnificent dancer, weaving his way through the close trunks of the huge trees, only every now and again, his large paws creating an form of noise. He was the master of this forest, there was no questioning that.
His slender, but large sized frame, worked to a slow stop, his form slinking down to a crouch, looking like a starving barn cat, ready to unleash it's ravenous mass, upon the first rat it's claws could come across. No, Silis would not attack these pups, not for the time being, but he would.. have a bit of a game with them.
A sharp, clear cut snarl rang from his trembling vocals, as his still crouched frame closed in the two young canines, his deep gems, burning with his dark intentions, as he closed in. No words, were necessary, as his lanky, crazed looking self, stalked down upon the pups, who had found themselves in his forest.
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