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Post by firework on May 27, 2011 19:43:04 GMT -8
The air that swirled in and around the cemetery was thick with the scent of death and it was unoccupied for many reasons. No wolf in their right mind would come here for fun. But Bristol wasn't just any wolf. At the moment, he wasn't a wolf at all. The dark shadow of a large golden orange hawk sat perched atop one of the taller head stones that marked where all sorts of dead creatures lay beneath the earth. The unusually light blue eyes of the hawk scanned the cemetery, looking for any movement that might hint at another living thing being present. When nothing moved besides the ungodly fog that seemed to be constantly present, the golden bird spread it's large wings and fluttered easily to the ground before shifting into the form of a large golden orange/red male wolf. Bristol stretched his front legs out in front of him, his hind end sticking up in the air as he tore up the ground with his dangerously sharp claws. Jaws spread open as well as a long yawn escaped the male's mouth, revealing dagger like white teeth in the process. Shaking out his odd colored fur once more, he settled down and scanned his surroundings once more. Bristol wasn't even sure what had possessed him to visit these cursed lands but here he was and he wasn't about to turn tail and run. He was naturally curious and was always looking to learn new things. Might as well travel around now while he was unattached to anyone and free to do as he pleased. |
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Post by Glaciers are Cold on May 29, 2011 21:23:51 GMT -8
caustic is a meanie, you take too long can i kill you now? [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,520,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/a2vuas.png); padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #202020; text-transform: lowercase;]
Beneath a steel-gray moon that seemed to hover in the sky like a floating feather, a dark-misty silhouette parted the sparse grasses with its lean paws. It was hunkered down, and moved slowly, languidly. Almost as if savoring each delicate touch of studded paw to rusty earth. She was a coarse beauty. A mane of stark dove-white framed stiletto-silver fur. Here and there were streaks of mauve and hazel-gold, patterned in an intricate little quilt. She had pointed ears, a rippling tail, and a fairly average snout. She boasted no particular attractiveness except what seemed mandatory for a young and robust she-wolf. Caustic was her name, and her business here was none. So indeed why was she here?
For a variety of reasons. She wanted to, and had the ability to, was any more complicated reason necessary? It was a white-on-black night, when the spirits sang and the earth danced and her paws wanted to glide with it. And so they did, and so she arrived here. Although she did regret her choice of location tonight. Ember Realm was a blistering terrain. Heat waves, humidity, sizzlingly dry nights, it governed them all. And she was a Frost Realm wolf, accustomed to the rigors and hardships, the cruelties and neglect of… snowy land. Of ice and cold and all things bitter and chilly. So to place such an iceberg wolf as her in this land of flames was atrocious! And yet this was her own fault.
Caustic wished her language was colorful enough to curse at her situation, but she wasn't that type of wolf. So instead, she opted to rage petty and pitiful insults at everything around her. For starters, the ugly wool-gray blanket of the sky. "Yeah you! You ugly gray sky-thing, you suck like nothing ever before! And don't get me started on that hideous-looking moon," she yelled, her maw pointed menacingly at said skies. She narrowed her eyes at the heavens, which were shrouded by a thick gossamer web, pulsating and impenetrable. She could not see what lay beyond it, but knew. There were supposed to be freckles of stars – peridot blue and white-hot yellow and crimson-rose red – that would accentuate the indigo sky. And maybe wisps of graying clouds that would sweep the night clean. Anything lovely. Anything charming. Anything but this.
The Fighter sighed. Venting her anger in such a way was surprisingly tiring. She gave one last glare to the sky before lowering her gaze… uhr… not quite. As her perturbed eyes swished over the monochrome sky, something golden as the sun's glare caught her glance. She stared up at the airborne figure of a tawny-hazel hawk. It glided smoothly, wings clipping the air with ease, melding and molding it like shaping clay dough. It seemed to flutter gently in the heated thermals of the air before alighting onto the ground, an awkward spot for landing it seemed. Caustic stood from her little cranny, a handy cavity carved from a bit of rock that seemed to preside over the other graves, watching the hawk quietly. It was large and fearsome and she didn't know: was it enemy or nourishment?
The answer came in a flash. In one swift and fluid movement, paws shot out from the hawk's gentle but wickedly curved body. A snout sprung out, wings vanished, tail sprouted. Within heartbeats, what was once an intimidating and terrifying avian became an even more terrifying and intimidating lupine. And he was handsome too. Caustic marveled over his well-muscled legs, his powerful and sturdy body, his lovely and flowing tail. He appeared to be built of raw power, or maybe that was an attribute she associated with his avian form. For all she knew he could be a mortified little youngling, scared witless by the dark cemetery.
Caustic mentally shook herself. No. He was of the 'Other', the dark-magically altered kind, that evil not to be associated with. And yet… so was she. She was like that, she had power, dark power that controlled the flames of the earth. Recognizing that for perhaps the first time, she mustered enough nerve to approach him."He-llo," she half smirked, thinking how hypocritical she was being for thinking so lowly of him. She was of his kind, and he of hers. What difference was there, in the whole scheme of things?
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Post by firework on May 29, 2011 21:53:02 GMT -8
And over the years he had made sure and keep his powers secret the best he could. There was no need for every wolf he ever crossed paths with to know what he was capable of. It was the trick he had up his sleeve for no one would think that he was anything other than a normal wolf unless they had seen what he could do. Most of the time he was careful about where and when he used his powers but sometimes he wasn't as careful as he should be and it seemed that this was one of those times.
It wasn't but a moment after he had shook out his fur after shifting back that an unknown she wolf padded up to him in the misty fog that seemed to always linger over the cemetry. His head turned to face her while his light blue eyes looked her up and down as she approached. A small smile raised one corner of his mouth as he took her in. She was a fine canine, that was for sure. Her appearance was a bit unusual but still familiar. Her appearance wasn't the only thing he noticed about her though. There was something different about her and he couldn't help but smile as he tried to pick out what exactly it was about her that was different.
When her voice reached his orange tipped ears, the usual half smirk, half smile spread across his face a bit more. Her voice was attractive as well and he turned his body to face her before taking a step in her direction as she came towards him.
"Why hello there my dear." he answered simply, a smile on his face as he shifted his weight a bit. |
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