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The unusually usual wolf trotted along, seemingly with everything serious in the world on his shoulders. He had a very serious expression on his face and his good eye was focused in, electricity seeming to hang in the air about him. He was charged, lonesome, and pissed. He'd just arrived here and the land seemed...tainted. The air was polluted. And not by the humans. Oh no, no no no. The humans can't make a stench as bad as this, even if they think they do. Nope. This was the stench of..dare he say it? Dogs.
Dog and hybrids had left their horrible stench all around this crappy land. But, the thing that pissed him off most were the hybrids. Especially that..that white thing that had claimed the lands south of here. Oh, the brute looked wolf enough, could have passed for it if he'd wanted to. And thats what made this brute angry. He could've been one of the holy race. Yes, it would mean lieing, but he could have!
But he had denounced them, would soon be fighting to end the holy race, the creatures of the Gods. Who did the bastard think he was?! No one goes against the wolves, it was common sense. Wolves had street smarts, something the dogs had yet to earn or breed into their pups. Wolves knew what was good to eat, how to hunt, how to survive, how to kill, how to fight, everything that was needed to live out here in the promised land. And yet the bastards persisted to annoy Gods creatures. But Holocaust would show them.
But first, first he had to find the wolf who had occupied these lands. He had to announce his wish to server as a strong warrior, perhaps more someday. Because Holocaust had the will to fight. And to do that, the brute needed to come to him. He needed to meet him face to face, man to man. He needed to form a pact that would last the ages, a bond forged out of the need to rid their land of the plague that is dogs.
And so he waited, his bad eye looking for movement, for in reality, it was more of an advantage then a disadvantage. He would only see movement, not the distracting terrain.
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« Reply #1 on Sept 4, 2006, 1:06pm » | |
The season was moving much to slow. Summer was no different from Autumn and it was damn near impossible to tell the difference between the two expanses of time. It took the inter-knowledge; Instinct. No dog without wolf blood in them would ever be able to sit on his rear and predict the season change. Silis, high king of the wild wolves, could sit here, in this vast expanse of nothing known as a river bed, and feel that Autumn was only two or so weeks away. It was about time. This summer had been colder than usual. Sensing this, Silis could only think on how the coming winter was going to be one of the coldest yet. All the middle aged, one generation inbreed Timer Wolf wanted, was the change of season, and quickly. The faster the looming winter months got upon the land, the sooner it would be over.
Why was the terrible cold such a horrible thing? It wasn't as if he was going to have to worry about freezing. The cave atop the tallest mountain, was more than enough shelter against any snow that would come, but Basilisk knew that the cold, would mean many other things would come. Famine would take over soon during the winter and spring months. This summer had been usually abundant with game for the wolves, and well, he just knew the next rotation of seasons, was going to be a more brutal one. A domino effect really, all linking back to the colder-than-usual summer.
A tense sigh ripped from his powerful lungs, his strong shoulders slumping down a second, before he righted himself. He never caved in to anything, and the sigh and bit of a droop that had taken place in under three seconds, was the 'weakest' the timber brute had ever acted in his time on this earth. He knew, that any other wolves that came into this land any time soon, would become his responsibly, and predicting the coming famine, just made him want to push away all the other wild brothers of his. He never would though. The wolves were all in alliance with one another from their birth on. Never, would he turn upon a wild brother wishing to enlist with his slowly growing pack. It was no his way.
Quick footfalls brought his large, lean frame around a bend in the dried out bed. There wasn't much to do, but to keep on his toes, looking out for the scum that lived in the city. Any canines leaving the safety of the human town, would fall at his fangs, and well, there was always a few that were dense enough to come out to this bed. Most of the time, it was canines coming from the city's catacombs.
His slender muzzle was pressed inches from the ground, taking in quick snorts of breath, drawing in the scents of all the things that had come past the spot he hovered over. A rather excited glint played into his dark chasms, as the scent of a pure wolf came to him. Oh what luck.
His body shifted back, thick neck throwing back, his crania titled to the sky, muzzle cupped to a near perfect oval. His vocals trembled out such a sound. A sound that stuck fear in the hearts of any that could not understand it; Humans and Domestic Canines. His short howl, cut clean and loud through the silenced atmosphere, calling forth the one who had come seeking him.
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« Reply #2 on Sept 4, 2006, 1:42pm » | |
Taking in a deep, shuddering breat, the brute shifted his paw, throwing up a thick dust. It had been a cool summer, yes, but the rain had been minimal. As the dust sprouted Holo couldn't help but smile. The shockwave had left the ground cracked and gasping for water, and all it recieved was a smirk. The ground was dieing, just as it was supposed to be. As long as there was enough food for his prey, Holo was happy. And prey was abundant. Even now a rabbit sat in its thicket bed, watching the predator with a calm eye. Everything this season seemed so tame. Dogs and prey. The only things still alive were the wolves and the tempermental weather that refused to just be nice. And Holo respected that.
The fury of nature was something Holo envied. It was undefeatable, no matter what you did. You could hide in your den through the winter, but what if your den freezes over? Trapped in the den, cold and hungry until you died of starvation. Yes, the strong would still survive that, but barely, and without their mind. And, in a storm, what happens when a tree falls to trap you helplessly to the ground? Where can you run? Your den can be two feet away, and it won't matter. Your prey can come and laugh at your malnourished body until your bones become a bleached white. Nothing can stop nature once it is out for you, for it holds grudges the longest. No one escapes its fury. And so Holo didn't try to get on its bad side. He went with the flow of it. He enjoyed the feel of the rain, tempest tossed. The wind in his fur made him feel as though he held more power over the puny creatures then he already did. And that was a feeling he so dearly loved.
Focusing back in on the crack in the ground, he laughed. But he wasn't crazy, he was just pleased at his reflections. Suddenly, the the leaves rustled slightly in the far corner of the bed. A wolf without the crazy eye would never have known it, but Holo did. There was a creature here. Nostrils flared as they searched for the scent of the intruder and were met with the delicious flavor of pureness. Wolven one.. Good eye moved to the bush while the other scanned about, making sure nothing else moved. The wolf had obviously gone the other way and a crisp cry filled the air, making it almost tangible. So, he to was known now. Moving forward softly, Holo let out a soft yip in reply, vocals charged, wanting to return a full-out howl but knowing it unappropriate lest they wish to run off all the stupid dogs before they had their fun.
Coming into view of the brute, Holo dipped his crown in a small nod, not submitting until this brute had earned his respect. Revealing himself fully he stood in the middle of the bed with the other, watching him for any signs of treason. "Pure wolf. I am proud to have come upon another of our caliber." Smiling testily he looked around. "The world doesn't understand us, does it? It doesn't understand that we are the chosen rulers of it." Stopping to study the others emotions, he continued. "But you do, don't you? The dogs, the birds, the varmints..we use them to nourish us, and yet gain no respect. You and I can change that."
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