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Post by Myth on May 10, 2010 21:23:03 GMT -5
MYTH --------Lies, my sweet music -------- Pale blue eyes peered from out from the reeds, flickering in a dim, almost surreal way, when the moonlight caught them. She stepped out into the light, broken by the leaves above, sable fur shed away to a paler, Grey brown. Myth, she had always had a talent for slipping away unseen, a talent that came in handy especially now that she had become Alphess of the Loik, and even more so when her mate had been killed. Unless she slipped away, it was all to much. She raised her muzzle to the air and breathed deeply, like she could somehow disappear from all the troubles that faced her. The wind made her pale fur dance.
She pushed any negative thought away from from her mind. Behind a dam that she was sure would break eventually. "You think you have the strength to lead a pack all alone? You're to foolish to be an alphess." the words of a lone male she had chased away about a week ago played back in her mind. They saddened her. She believed them. She loathed the loner. Such a simple life, such a non reliant life. Her ear twitched at the sound of a twig snapping. Her blue eyes flickered to a small, pale, green lizard that had settled on a rock not to far away. She was not in the mood to hunt. She really wasn't in much of a mood at all.
Her pale blue eyes shot open and her ear twitched at the sound of a branch breaking. She stared blankly at a lizard who had settled on a rock not far from her, it had no fear of her. "Fear not, i am here, nothing will hurt you..."
[/i][/color] The flash back of words in her mind saddened her. Her lost mate's words. She broke. She no longer needed to fight, no longer was around anyone she needed to be strong for, so for a moment she let herself break. For a moment, she mourned. But only for a moment. After that, she hid it all again. She was Alphess once more. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by .W.h.i.s.p.e.r.s.&.&T.r.i.i. on May 11, 2010 17:32:53 GMT -5
Whispers She stumbled through the land. Things had not been any easier here then they had before. Not hospitable for a young wolf, no not at all. Things for her had never been easy, but then again, she never tried to make them easier; it was almost as if she seemed to relish in the challenges, no matter how much they scarred her.
The fights with her mother, lacking a father for the majority of her life; the males that claimed to love her, and the ones that decided to cast her away like scrap meat. For being different. For being small. For being there. The speed underneath her paws picked up as she began to run, and closed her eyes tight. She didn't want to have to deal with them anymore. No, not anymore. Leaving was the only way to do that; to escape the darkness and get away from the evils.
To the point where she always ran. Was always running away. A coward in the truest form. A coward, and blinded by so to yet be able to cross a border without notice. Blinded so much, that she wasn't aware of what was around her. The grasses turned to reeds, and still, she was not aware of anything but her fear and cowardice. Of her fleeting, fleeing feet.
---Light on the wynds, followed by mysts--- ::..Cowardice..::
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Post by Myth on May 11, 2010 18:12:55 GMT -5
MYTH --------Lies, my sweet music -------- Heavy hearted. Tired. The long journey home began. She pushed forth, through the longing to just stay away, she could not abandon her pack. To what she owed them, she did not know. "You are responsible for everything you save and protect." the words were true to many pack leaders, but, were they true to her? She often found herself wondering this. Why, exactly, did she stay? Though her pace was steady, her mind was racing wildly. Thoughts that meant almost nothing to her. Strange thoughts. Insane thoughts.
"War is something you will have to get used to, for, one day, you will see it."
[/color] Her eyes settled on the ground before her. Saddened by the words more now that at the time they had been spoken. Her past fears and past worries came back to her, flooded her mind, broke her down again. For a moment, she stopped, her legs refused to move. Until she cleared her mind, tilting her head to the sky, she sighed. Her pale pelt ruffled in the cool breeze. Carrying with it. The scent of change. An unfamiliar, unnerving scent. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by .W.h.i.s.p.e.r.s.&.&T.r.i.i. on Jun 1, 2010 19:57:38 GMT -5
Whispers Fear was her fuel. It was the dark, black sludge that kept her going. Odd how something so negative and cumbersome could actually keep this girl on her paws and keep the wind at her back, the fire beneath her tail. It was the evils she could not face anymore. The dark and dank that she no longer wanted to fight, to defend against, to... anything.
As the grasses continued to give way to the reeds, and the ground beneath her light pads to become damp, footfalls began to slow and she began to look around. Blue orbs started calm, and became more frantic as they darted around the new surroundings, and once again fear began to sink into her skin. Only this time, it had a different flavour.
Gone was the fear of rage, of hate, of violence and trying to escape. Come now was the fear of being left, of no love, and abandonment. Something told her that this time, they wouldn't follow her. That this time, she really was alone. This time... she didn't have anyone and there was nothing that she could do. They were done with her.
---Light on the wynds, followed by mysts--- ::..Abandonment..::
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Post by Myth on Jun 1, 2010 20:16:51 GMT -5
Pale eyes settled on a lonely form that did not belong to the land. A think shadow against the sky. As her ears twisted back she resisted a snarl. There was someone in her lands. Her muscles tightened rigidly. Her gaze sharp and piercing, angry, no, just filled with the natural urge to defend her land. Her lips pulled back to show pale white teeth, made for killing. She was tense beyond stopping the chain reaction of her muscles. Pushing her foreward through the reeds in which she was hiding, and into view, coverd with moonlight.
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Post by .W.h.i.s.p.e.r.s.&.&T.r.i.i. on Jun 9, 2010 10:42:39 GMT -5
Whispers A rustling was heard through suddenly perked auddets, and the muscles in her small frame froze as the reeds parted and a figure stepped through. Looking at the beings eyes, she marveled at their paleness, and then quickly shook her head. A look in the eyes was either a challenge or showing fear. Of which she was doing neither towards. How could you do that to a stranger?
And how had it taken her this long to notice the beings fangs; teeth that gleamed in the moonlight, and showed an obvious defense about her.The body language did the same; a defensive stance and look spoke that she had done something wrong. That something had happened because of her paws once again.
Quickly her frame reduced itself to almost nothing, pulling ears back and shrinking down. A form of forgiveness. She didn't know what she had done, was naiive to the fact that she was a loner who had just stepped paw on a pack land without permission, was naiive to who it was that she faced, was naiive that she faced the Alphess of these lands. She only knew that she had offended, and meant none of it.
---Light on the wynds, followed by mysts--- ::..Forgiveness..::
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Post by Myth on Jun 9, 2010 12:35:05 GMT -5
Myth [/size][/center] [/color] ------------ Lies, my sweet music ------------- [/b][/size] Pale eyes shifted to the loner as she drifted lower to the ground in submission. Speak your reason for coming into my lands.
[/color] Her voice was thick with dominance. She was not asking. But, telling, it was an order. Could alphas order any other on their land pack wolf or no? It didn't matter, she was hell bent on trying it. The lands on which you walk, are Loik lands, my lands. Loners are unwelcome.[/color] She stepped closer to the loner, hovering over her in a strong stance. She could not help but smile. She may not have that much of a pack to protect, but, she was still alpha. She had not seen her mate in two days, but, it was normal for him to be out that long hunting or marking. She could handle loners on her own, she had before, she would again. What kind of leader would she be if she could not? She scofted. Not the one she was now. [/blockquote][/size] [/blockquote]
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