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Post by D'Artagnan on Feb 3, 2008 21:46:57 GMT -5
She watched him, practically ignoring every word out of his mouth. Her ivory teeth glinted slightly as she made a single statement. "Yet, you seem afraid." Her tail brushed against the ground gently as she tilted her head at him. "I can hear it in your voice. Just the mention of being in the vicinity of Darkwood strikes fear into your heart. It taints your words like Darkwood does to the land." Her voice slowly became more of a slick and hissing tone. Ending on a slight snarl, one that was not audible but rather a wrinkle of her maw. "Tell me honestly Outlander. Are you afraid?"
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Post by Sicarius on Feb 3, 2008 21:50:56 GMT -5
He tensed, but let her words run over him like water across rocks. Stepping closer, he looked her over. "Afraid? Your kind are petty. Preying on the weak. There is nothing to be afraid of. I feel nothing for your kind but a searing hate." He spat the last word, his maw inches from hers.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Feb 3, 2008 21:55:35 GMT -5
"Easy Outlander." she said at his angered words. Her ears flattening slightly. "I'm not preying on anybody. Rather passing through with the innocence of a fawn." She smirked rather maliciously at him, "My kind? Oh, Please Outlander. Tell me what Kind I am. For we are exactly the same. We differ in no way except the color of our pelt and the courage in our hearts."
She shook her head, "Hate? I do believe Hate was the cause of Wayfarear Redemption's downfall. Hate was what spawned the Darkwood pack." Her ears flattened, "Do not deny it Outlander, Hate is boiling deep in your heart. It will consume you, and you will be just as bad as Shay'tan himself."
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Post by Sicarius on Feb 3, 2008 22:01:20 GMT -5
Burn heard of the pack known as the Wayfaerer Redemption, but he knew nothing of their trials. "Your words are poison." he said after a while, giving her a calculating look. Those of the Darkwood were adept at provoking wolves into a fight. Being spawn of Shay'tan, the Father of Lies, it was to be suspected. "And know, I am nothing like your master."
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Post by D'Artagnan on Feb 3, 2008 22:03:24 GMT -5
She just listened to him, amused. BUt the entertainment swift became ill-feelings. "Master?" She spat, head pulling back and slight surprise. "Master? Outlander. I answer to no-one. Maybe you've been tamed into some kind of pup. Letting your life be run by some other wolf."
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Post by Sicarius on Feb 3, 2008 22:08:36 GMT -5
Sensing he hit a sore spot, he smiled. "But is it not true? Or perhaps your master is that pup Kyo now?" Burn spoke with a mocking intonation. "Or perhaps you ran, is that what a Darkwood swine is doing so far away from your taint. The killing of innocents too much for you, couldn't take it, the thirst not like that of your kins'?"
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Post by D'Artagnan on Feb 3, 2008 22:13:30 GMT -5
Dustclaw remained calm, looking at him, "Mind games aren't your forte Outlander." She said, "Kyo? That excuse for a wolf hides now, he fears what he cannot control."
She paused, head cocking as she watched him, "Far? I'm not far from Darkwood. A league away perhaps? Darkwood is expanding, Perhaps it has grown or you have moved closer." The wind picked up slightly, she lifted her pointed maw to the air, inhaling deeply. "Do you not smell that?"
She laughed slightly, "Oh, Outlander. You're so naive, And Yet, At the same time, too wise for your age." She looked away for a moment, face into the wind before looking back at him, eyes flicking over the shimmering copper in his pelt.
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Post by Sicarius on Feb 3, 2008 22:30:02 GMT -5
Burn rose, exposing his throat to the breeze, it rippled through his dark chocolate and coppery gold coat. A wintry chill, that had nothing to do with the season swept forth. A sickly sweet stench filled his nostrils, one that was all too familiar. His stomach churned with disgust. "Always on the move, such greed in wolves hearts these days." he whispered, more to himself. "It won't be long before they realized what they have done." Lowering his gaze, sorrow seeped from his amber eyes, that glowed a soft gold in the dusk lighting. Burn relaxed, loosening his muscled frame. "So, why are you here? If it's not to destroy us and you didn't run."
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Post by D'Artagnan on Feb 4, 2008 11:27:57 GMT -5
"Just because I hail from Darkwood, Does not mean I slaughter everything in my sight." She remarked somewhat venomously. "I have restraint, self-discipline."
She watched him finish his question, hesitating in her response. "I have no need to explain myself to you." She stated stubbornly. Chest puffing out slightly, her narcissistic attitude probably not helping her in her small interrogation.
Her gray eyes shifted across his frame, Somewhat different from the overly-muscular or amazingly thin wolves of Darkwood. He struck a balance that she rarely came across. Dustclaw herself was rather thin and lanky. Legs long and slim like stilts. Her ears pricked slightly as she listened to the surroundings, noting that the bird's chirping was dying off as they slipped into a peaceful slumber, granting Owls and Hawks the ability to soar the skies between the sun's awakening and falling.
Why did she truly come out here? Dustclaw had not run, nor come for prey. She was an unusual Darkwood inhabitant. Only half the blood coursing through her veins was that of a Darkwood hunter.
Most of the Darkwood true-bloods would have been in heaven in Darkwood territory. The burning sun beating down on their backs during the Heated-Season and the pale Moonlight shadowing their tactics during the Frozen-Season. Long stretches of flat land, leaf-less trees, Ambient noises were non-existent. No blue-jay or cardinal dared to land in a Darkwood' tree. That was suicide to do so.
Granted her dull mud-colored coat and mangy appearence was that of Darkwood, no matter her setting. Yet, Her Mother was an Outlander.
Dustclaw couldn't help but escape the dreadful Darkwood to observe a forest that contained life. Birds singing their songs to one another, Brooks babbling over rocks. The whistle of the wind through long stalks of grass in the plains. Smells. Scents of flowers and trees, not of tainted-water and rotting corpses.
Darkwood had tainted many, But had still yet to spread its infection to her heart.
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Post by Sicarius on Feb 4, 2008 18:54:38 GMT -5
This female was strange, he decided. She had the Darkwood taint about her, but yet he did not feel threatened by her presence. Looking to the east, where the sun had already abandoned the sky, his heart sank. It was always worse at night. Especially if she was right about the recent expansion. Soon the howling whoops of the night would fill the air. Suddenly his heart ached to back in the Badlands, with the red desert sand warm under his paws. How he missed the hot breeze rippling through his flecked fur. Sighing he looked back over to Dustclaw, eying her wistfulness. He wondered if she had the same longing as he did. Thunder clouds roiled in the sky, foretelling of the fury of a storm that was to come, the relapse of rain feeling all to brief.
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Post by Goloth1 on Feb 4, 2008 19:15:26 GMT -5
Bloodcoat wandered out from his dwelling to sniff the air. as he had thought the smell of blood and flesh dwelled within the air. He gave a calling howl to gather the pack around him. once the pack was gathered he explained the dangers coming. he knew that if they did not move soon they would be overwhelmed by the terrible forces which he had once encountered in his home of bleeding hollow and his journeys through darkwood. as he explained some wolves stood calm, and others looked frightened.
as he finished he asked "all of you who have recently joined us... you are welcome to follow... if you are not familiar with what is going on... then ask."
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Post by D'Artagnan on Feb 4, 2008 19:17:26 GMT -5
She heard the clap and roll of thunder. She looked disapprovingly up at the sky before slowly dropping her gaze to him. "Well OUtlander. It does seem that the sky must weep again. Shouldn't you scurry off to whatever shelter you have?" She asked, Feeling a fat raindrop his the back of her head. Dampening the spot quickly. She sighed slightly, understanding just how hard of a storm this would turn out to be. The kind where visibility was dropped to almost nothing, where the dirt would splash up from the impact of raindrops against the ground. MAking mud out of even Darkwood soil. It took days, sometimes weeks, for anything to dry off after storms as violent as these.
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Post by Sicarius on Feb 4, 2008 19:28:04 GMT -5
"As should you." he spoke softly, he words almost lost in the howling wind. "But I have no home yet to call my own." His eyes drifted to the canopy of the trees, but even through their thickness the water would soon seep through. "Where will you go?" he asked, wondering if she would return to the Darkwood for the duration the storm. The icy drops grew closer together and more persistant, soon he'd be chilled to the bones. Now more then anything he wished for the warmth of the Badlands.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Feb 4, 2008 19:31:08 GMT -5
Dustclaw looked over at him, She hesitated for yet another time. Pondering on whether or not to snap back that it was, once again, none of his business.
"I'm not sure. Possibly back to Darkwood but, Who really knows?" She inquired, looking him over, checking for any signs of aggression before calming. Wind waving her tail slightly as she gazed over her shoulder towards the whistling winds. "This is going to be a hard rain."
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Post by Sicarius on Feb 4, 2008 19:34:19 GMT -5
Burn nodded in agreement, atempting to make up his mind whether to leave her or not. Perhaps it would be nice to have someone to talk to, seeing how his journey had been long and lonely. Stepping for the covering of the trees, he looked at her to see if she'd follow.
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