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Post by firework on May 31, 2011 20:15:36 GMT -8
As he continued to make his way through the tunnels that hopefully led to the cavern he was searching for, the darkness continued to grow blacker as he went deeper into the mountain and finally he closed his eyes for a moment and concentrated before opening his eyes once more. Each of his paws were now encircled in small flames that lit up the surrounding tunnel as he continued on, his eyes glowing a bright red in the darkness.
His large black paws thudded across the frozen ground he walked on and the tunnel continued to wind through the mountain side before it finally opened up into the Cavern. A group of faintly glowing orbs could be seen hovering off the ground a bit in the center and he had to admit the sight was quite interesting. His light red eyes gazed at them and he couldn't help but feel relaxed for the first time in quite awhile. Realizing his paws were still flaming, he put out the flames with his thoughts before sitting down in front of the orbs and watching them for a moment with his glowing red eyes. |
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Post by Glaciers are Cold on Jun 3, 2011 16:01:50 GMT -8
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Victorious. That was how the Arctic-touched she-wolf, she of the ivory-laced fur and dust-streaked mane, felt. She felt like she had accomplished something in her pain-streaked life, something she could feel just vanity over. Sure she had help but it was definitely an achievement to capture another living wolf. Power seemed to singe her toe-tips and it surged like adrenaline through her criss-crossing veins. It was like tongues of flaming, leaping, writhing, dancing. Thick, smoggy smoke, dark as indigo, streamed from her paws. Warmth radiated from her heat-soaked fur. Light pulsated like a jerkily pumping heart.
But she felt a looming sense of unease. There was pity and concern laced into her emotions. But why would she feel that way towards an enemy? Patronizing as she was, her exterior only revealed a cultivated hatred for this despicable she-wolf. Nevermind they shared a common species, they were still bitter enemies. And she felt, well, honored to have captured the pack's rival. "Shuchir, whatever her name is. An idiot female, a disgrace," she muttered to herself. It was strange though, her capture. She was by herself at the time, but Caustic had sniffed the scents of other male wolves within her vicinity. Where had they gone? Probably fled with their tails tucked in from fear of her and her posse if you will. Or perhaps some other reason?
Caustic sniffed with distain, her rolling mane of ivory strands hardly concealing the rippling muscles beneath. She was lean and strong, and getting even more lean and strong as she matured. Invincible, she thought to herself. She had reached the age of prime for a wolf like her, the age when it was thought you could be immortal. So strong and young, a survivor. Yes… Survivor. She liked that word. "I am a survivor," she smiled. Times of vanity like this were rare for her, but she decided she might as well squeeze as much enjoyment from this as possible.
Her delicate paws navigated her to the frosted hills of the valley. She turned to look at the vast caverns, their demeanor like wide gates of torture. They beckoned and yet they warned against the dangers inside. "I am invincible," she said, and decided to take the risks. Swiftly, she streaked up a narrow trail that led to the caves. Once inside, she slowed her lively pace and paused to listen. She heard softly trickling cave-water, their tinkling reminiscent of silver-bells. There were quiet skitters of mice, and the suppressed sounds of other animals in for a snack. And quite distantly, she thought she heard movement of another wolf. Her nostrils flared. Yes… Could be. One of the other packs, she supposed, or perhaps a loner.
Suddenly she was not impressed. Suppose she herself were captured? What an ironic blow that would be to her hastily constructed shield of pride! "And so the mice string up the cat…" she murmured to herself, her muffled voice echoing within the depths of the cavern despite her precautions. However, she still pressed on, her right flank nearly hugging the grimy walls, where trash and other miscellaneous gossamer webs were strung. She made her way along, sidestepping treacherous stalagmites and ducking beneath the jutting rock-daggers protruding along the sides. At last, she seemed to have reached a central chamber.
Her breathing quavered as she examined the insides of the chamber. Thick, glowing orbs of ocean-blue and twilight-violet seemed to hang suspended within. Their lights threw mangled shadows upon the rock-studded floor. Rust seemed to float in the air, substituting for dust. There were oil-marks upon the circular walls, and bones piled along the fringes. Setting up for the perfect scare-syndrome situation. Then her attention was riveted on the silhouette huddled deep inside. A wolf. A dark wolf whose fur-color matched the night skies. Night-ash fur spilled over its thick frame, and deep-set, blaring-red eyes mirrored the rose-orbs strung around.
Caustic stared at him curiously, her own plain-white fur wilting as his beauty eclipsed hers. She felt her sturdy legs tremble as she approached him off to his side. Did he notice her? She stumbled then, her paws kicking a large stone with a sound reminiscent of a firecracker. Now he probably had. Not wanting to appear like a stalker, she coughed and greeted him, "Hey, you from around here?"
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Post by firework on Jun 3, 2011 17:45:52 GMT -8
A sudden, loud noise came from behind him and Shalim spun around to face whoever it was that was trying to sneak up on him. Well, trying and failing. His eyes were a bright red and flames began to lick their way up his paws, ready to take on any threat but instead he found himself nose to nose with a pretty white she wolf. Suddenly realizing he probably overreacted, he let the flames die away into nothing before relaxing his muscles and adjusting his stance. Clearing his throat, his eyes dimed a bit as he calmed himself down and prepare to answer her question.
"No. I'm not from around here. Are you." he replied, his eyes full of questions and curiousity. Would she know who had taken his sister? Maybe it had been her pack who had done it. Would he be able to convince her to help him rescue her? He wasn't sure but he wasn't going to blurt out all of his secrets until he knew she could be trusted. And it took quite some time to fully earn Shalim's trust. |
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Post by Glaciers are Cold on Jun 16, 2011 8:57:48 GMT -8
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Fire seemed to radiate from the ash-darkened wolf, he of the rose-red eyes. They licked his dark flank as he turned to stare icily at her. He seemed to closely survey her before deciding she must be harmless; the flames subsided. A swift look of surprise briefly made an appearance in Caustic's pale eyes. So he too possessed the powers of fire. A chill swept inside her; what could that mean? She wondered who else was like her, just as the male made a noise in his throat. His eyes burned with questions as he replied.
Caustic stared at him slowly, unconsciously swiping her patchwork-gray tail along her layered flank. Her snowy fur set an enormous contrast against his stark, black pelt. If she brushed past him until they were standing side by side, they would resemble the ancient symbol of yin and yang. Opposites and yet each needed the other to maintain the balance. And she mused over the fact, Does that mean we need each other? Her eyes flickered with discomfort. But they weren't perfect opposites. Both controlled the tongues of flame, and both had that reddish or pale eye of hazel. And they probably both had similar interests, if she cared to analyze them.
She roved her gaze over the skeins of cobwebs that hung delicately from the chamber walls. The orbs reflected soft light over the two, and enchantment was in the air. They atmosphere was heavy and musty; Caustic's breathing was somewhat labored from the lack of fresh air. She cautiously locked eyes with the male before responding, "I—yes. I'm from parts around here. I belong to a pack, very large in size, surely you've seen it?" Her head tilted to a side as she spoke, her words forceful as if warning him that if he intended harm against her, she had an enormous pack to back her. And she also seemed to challenge him: did he know enough of the goings-on of the realm? Was he well educated in that regard?
Then something flickered in her mind. Caustic leaned forward as she scrutinized his appearance. A troubled frown crossed her lips. She seemed to… recognize him from somewhere. She vaguely recalled chancing upon some other wolf with a similar jaw bone, a similar structure of appearance. Only it was a paler wolf, a softer wolf, much like her. A female, his cousin perhaps? She couldn't quite recall. She leaned forwards a little more, fascinated with his blood-eyes, eyes of which she had never before seen. Confused, she mused, "Have we met before..?" Her pale eyes stared deeply into space as she probed her memories.
All around her, the rainbow of orbs glowed with light to rival the luminescence of guttering candles, their wax pooling at the feet of their milky figures. But the lights only served to enhance Caustic's befuddlement. All was light and heat and confusion, and they swirled in her mind, but casted no shadows. Nothing to obscure or obliterate what was there. Except for this shadow of a wolf who stood between its complimentary she-wolf and the truth. The male's eyes seemed pained and curious, and she would hate to be the cause of that pained expression. All she had done was protect her pack by capturing a mere loner; all she had done was save the lives of wolves in potential harm. She was merely doing her job; was there anything wrong or harmful in that? She felt morally justified at the very least.
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Post by firework on Jun 16, 2011 12:05:22 GMT -8
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At the female's words, his mind began to buzz with questions and he felt that she might know something about where his sister was. He wasn't at all familiar with any of the packs around here because him and his sister made a point of avoiding other wolves, especially packs of them. Things never ended very well when they came across company. But recently, him and Shachar had stopped to rest in the snowy mountains and while Shalim had gone up to find shelter for the night, Shachar had been fishing below in a small valley pool. And when Shalim had returned, she had been gone. The only scent was that of a pack that he guessed owned these lands.
Anger began to flair up inside of him as he remembered the turn of events and losing his sister. He would make those who took her from him pay, for she was all he had left in this world. He needed her. Together they completed each other. His red eyes began to glow once more as he felt the warmth of the flames around his paws start once more. This female said that he looked familiar and yet he did not recognize her. Could her pack have been the ones who stole his sister? It was very possible since he knew he was still on that pack's lands. His red eyes raised to look at her and he fought to keep his muscles as relaxed as possible. There was only one way to find out.
"My sister has been taken from me. I think it was the pack that lives around here who took her. We are loners and were merely passing through. Have you seen her. She looks a lot like me but she is white and has the power to control water." he explained, his glowing red eyes watching the female intently as he waited to see what she would say. He was almost positive she knew where his sister was and it would be a lot easier if he had her help in retrieveing her but if this she wolf wouldn't help him then he would do it himself.
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