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Post by Raowolf on Aug 28, 2010 17:58:16 GMT -5
If you're going to write a story, about a City, called Diamond Ridge, where the Dogs all have mutations, and no-one quite fits in, where the humans are long gone, and 4 packs reign supreme, where do you begin?
Do you start with the tensions? Two of the Packs on the brink of war, daring the other to make a move? Do you mention the Beta of the Evil, in love eith the Healer of the Good? Or with the spies hiding out on eachother's territory, trying to prove themselves to their Packs? Or do you start with the Loners, just trying to keep to themselves? Do you start with the birth of a pup, that will decide the fate of all others? Do you start with the Hunter, silently stalking the Helpless prey?
Or do you start with the Sunrise?
After all, the beginning is the best place to begin...
The dark orange orb began to rise above the Buildings of the City, shining rays of thankful light on all it touched. And putting shadows on all it didn't. This was just another day. The dark ebbed slowly away as the light flooded in, but there was no holy music to announce the Miracle of the Morning. Except the Birdsong. For today was both extraordinary, and at the same time completely normal. Although the fate of the city hung in the balance now, completely ready to turn either way by chance, there were no signs of this; no storm clouds, or uneasy stirrings of the trees. The wind did not whisper words of warning.
Like I said, completely normal.
But like I also said, completely, amazingly, terribly, new.
The sun lit up blood on the Pavement.
The blood that was surrounded a tiny form, lying on the slowly-heating pavement, unstirring, surely dead!
But was the blood his own?
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Post by Schizo on Aug 28, 2010 22:36:15 GMT -5
The sun was rising. As all the strays began to wake up and got their morning started, all except one. Sabora out of all strays, she had no worries about anything at this point. Her pack was growing fast. The new member she welcomed in had began searching for those who were strong enough to face nuclear waste. Her day was starting off pretty smooth, at least for the moment. Slowly as she walked on the sidewalk she notice a trail of blood. Her curious attitude had gotten the better of her at this point.
Quickly she followed the trail to were it led to a lifeless figure laying in front of her door step. Slowly she walked up to it, as she got closer she notice it was just a little pup. Covered in blood from head to toe. She looked around and seen no one in site. Feeling sorry for it, she gently picked it up with her teeth and carried it inside. Slowly she walked past the scraps of metal and tubes. When she reached her room she opened the door and went inside.
She hopped on the bed. She gently placed it down on the bed, for a moment she was shocked, and confused on why the pup was laying out in the open covered in blood. She soon shook it off her mind, slowly she lowered her head and began cleaning the blood off. Moments later she had finally gotten the pup all cleaned up. Sabora slowly laid down next to the little pup, she picked it up and placed it close next to her. She laid their and kept it warm. For now she was just going to lay their and keep the pup warm till it had awake.
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Post by Raowolf on Aug 29, 2010 7:30:25 GMT -5
The pup had no memories of being taken by the big black She-wolf to her den; he was barely conscious, and only after hours of vigorous licking did he stir into life. Indeed, if, in his later years, one were to pluck up the courage to ask him how he got to Diamond Ridge, he would not have answered. But his thoughts would be reeling with possibilities, and ideas, and although he had no clear recollection, what he had been taught decreed that his mother had found him dying and brought him back to life with her love.
He stirred. The tiny grey Wolf Pup spluttered into life with a whimper, and opened his eyes. His fur was still matted with dried blood and some of it continued to flow freshly through open wounds on his face and side, and he should surely have been woozy, his gaze fuzzy and unclear. After all, there was so much blood surrounding the little body where it had lain... If all that was his he should've been drained like a Corpse! But though his body was weak and his thoughts scrambled like a Smoothie, his Amber eyes were piercing, seeming almost to look into one's very soul...
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Post by Schizo on Aug 31, 2010 15:35:50 GMT -5
As she laid their she watched the pup wiggle around and whine. She couldn't really do anything but wait for it to be fully awake. She still kind of wondered on where he came from and how did he ended up on her door step. She tried not to over think it for which it would start to frustrate her and bother the crap out of her as well.
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Post by Raowolf on Aug 31, 2010 18:47:36 GMT -5
He looked up shakily. The first thing he would remember seeing was a big black face looking ominously down at him, and huge paws on either side of his small form, and an old roof. And the She-wolf's thoughts, displayed above her like a Banner. He whined gently, yawned, and after a long while finally summed up the energy to look up again and whisper ever so quietly, "Who are you?" His voice was soft and childish, but also completely emotionless at the same time - it was almost peculiar in a way.
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Post by Schizo on Sept 1, 2010 18:53:14 GMT -5
When the lifeless pup came alive both eyes laid on him. "My name is Sabora, I found you covered in blood on my door step my dear...do you remember anything" she said in a low voice.
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Post by Raowolf on Sept 2, 2010 11:39:58 GMT -5
He growled quietly. "I know nothing." the pup's tone was almost like that of a king, under interrogation by the intruders; emotionless, crude, soft yet bold, thinking himself higher than everyone else.
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Post by Schizo on Sept 7, 2010 16:55:22 GMT -5
Sabora tilted her head to the side, "Oh" she said sweetly, most say that females had that soft voice but not Sabora. Her voice usually had a little soft tone but always had that dark shiver to it as well, no matter how hard she tried her voice would always sound cold. "Well...If you like you can be in my pack, my lovely prince that can keep all the pups in line for me" she said with a smile.
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Post by Raowolf on Sept 8, 2010 1:33:28 GMT -5
The pup nodded slowly. He liked the sound of that. His next words sounded like he was talking to a slave. "And what is my name, wolf?"
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Post by Schizo on Sept 12, 2010 19:05:07 GMT -5
When he asked what his name was she laid their in silence for a moment, when she thought of a name a huge smile crawled on her lips. "Wolfbane shall be your name young one...Best believe I will train you to be the best fighter, those who walk this earth will be crawling into their burrows if they see you walking down the street" she said with a evil smile, she liked the pup already and she promised him that she would train him to be the best...he shall take over her throne when she passes away.
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Post by Raowolf on Sept 13, 2010 1:43:57 GMT -5
The newly named Wolfbane smiled grimly. Then he looked out around him. Her Prince... Taking the Throne - that sounded nice. She was... impressed with him... Good. His lips turned up now in pleasure rather than grim duty, although his eyes held the same cold malice. Then he thought, clearly as he could, "Feed me. Now, wolf." Time to test his abilities; he could read her thoughts, but could he make her read his. He tried to direct energy towards the black wolf above him. He hated how she stood over him like that...
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Post by Schizo on Sept 22, 2010 17:19:47 GMT -5
As she laid their she could hear little whispers in her head. When she finally could understand them she gave an annoyed look down at the pup. "Don't push it Wolfbane..you can talk however you like to the other members but with me you better talk with manners" she said curling her lips up a bit. Slowly she got up and jumped off the bed. She walked over toward the little mini freezer that laid under the desk. The door to the freezer was half opened, Sabora pushed her nose in and opened the door. She found a bag of meat that she had been saving. She picked it up with her fangs and carried it over back to the pup. She placed the bag filled with meat on the bed, gently she opened it. When it was fully opened for him to get in she turned around hopped onto her spinning chair. She soon got comfortable and laid down into a curled up ball.
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Post by Raowolf on Sept 23, 2010 15:55:01 GMT -5
Wolfbane snarled a little, raising his gums as the She-Wolf did also. But he took the advice and, with a sudden snap of inspiration, lowered his head shamefully. "Oh... I'm sorry, Mother. I crossed a line; I fear my hunger took the better of me." When his little head came up once more the snarl was gone and an expression of innocent apology cloaked his features.
He looked in faint disdain at the half-frozen meat she had brought him, then, holding back a little growl, he pushed it a little open with a paw.
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