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Post by Schizo on Jun 8, 2010 0:22:23 GMT -5
Slowly she walked a long the rocky bank, her ears laid flat upon her skull, as her long salmon like tongue hanged off to the side outside of her jaws. The sun beamed down at her dark black coat, it caused her to get over heated, she hated the sun, she wished it was cold and night time every day. Of coarse the earth did its cycles, seasons changed almost every few months in Diamond Ridge City, shaking the thoughts off she came to a stop.
Slowly she walked into the cool water, it felt so good on her paws, as she walked further out she began to swim, her head stayed above the surface as she swam in the water. When she got tired she turned around and began swimming back to land, when her paws touched the soft and wet sand she began to walk through the water. As she reached the bank she walked over toward the area were their were no rocks, as she did her soak coat dripped with water.
It kept her nice and cool from the sun, as she reached the area she stopped she laid her self down on the moisten sand, looking around she notice no one was in site. Which she like of coarse, every time she tried to relax someone had to bother her, which of coarse was very bad. For now while the sun was still up and her coat was still soaked she was going to relax. Sabora laid their with her eyes closed as she enjoyed her self on this bright and sunny day
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Post by Raowolf on Jun 8, 2010 12:36:21 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry if I'm bothering you with all these questions and responding to everything - just trying to learn the rules and get active. Am I allowed a character in more than one thread at a time? If so: )
Whitefire raised her muzzle and smelt the air of the beach. It was dry and dusty - such a hot day! How nice it was to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the growing pack, her constant having to assert her authority... It was so tiring sometimes! She just wanted to escape, for a short while, at least.
At first she thought the beach was deserted, but, as she lowered her head from searching the air, the scent of another crossed her glands. Instantly the greyhound located the purveyor of the smell. Sabora. On the other side of the shimmering lake. She bristled instantly, but forced herself to remain calm and flatten her fur. One mistake could destroy the pack, but she was downwind. The wolf didn't look like she wanted to be bothered today, and, quite frankly, neither did Whitefire. It was Sabora's loss if she picked a fight - the former could zip away instantly anyway.
With a sigh that was stifled by the heat, she picked her way carefully to the waters edge and lowered her head. She did not wish to drink, but simply gazed at her reflection in the shining mirror that was the lake. She hated it. The way her ear was half cut off, the way her muzzle was so scarred. She closed her eyes, not wishing to see it any longer, but not wishing to disturb the water, either.
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Post by Schizo on Jun 8, 2010 12:57:52 GMT -5
(Yea your allowed lol ( As Sabora laid peacefully on the soft bank the winds carried the scent of stench that burned in her nostrils, looking over she spotted the tall greyhound in the distance, her noise twitched as her lips curled up as if she smell bad food. "Hmmm what is Whitefire doing here.....all I now is that female better keep her distance, she will for sure regret it" she said to her self, Sabora mutation power was super strength, and those who dared tried challenging her ended up dead, she showed no mercy to those who weren't in her pack. For now she was going to try and enjoy her day, for which it was a long journey back to her pack territory. As she laid their every now and then she would look over at Whitefire, it was terrible how the two would jump down each others throat if they made contact. Of coarse the two were different, Very different, Sabora was a monster as Whitefire had that good neutral side to her. If anyone was smart they would stay far away from her and her pack territory. Most would end up as slaves or be killed if they trespassed.
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Post by Raowolf on Jun 8, 2010 13:45:22 GMT -5
Whitefire looked up at Sabora and they met eyes - with a jolt she realised the opposing pack leader had been watching her the whole time. She shifted uncomfortably as the burning gaze met her again. But she refused to back down. As long as the other did not begin to approach.
After standing up the whole time she awkwardly lowered herself onto the stoney sand, curling her paws under her legs and brushing her tail along the ground. She watched as the small stones shuffled and shifted under the movement and smiled ever so gently. Then she raised her head again and breathed in the wind which blew gently, soothing her skin which was beginning to burn under the heat. Although her white fur naturally deflected warmth, she could easily burn. Wincing as she remembered her past, and how the humans used to put the sticky stuff which blocked out sun onto her skin, Whitefire regretted starting that train of though. It was not one she was keen to journey upon...
She shook herself and rolled onto her side, letting the hot day roll over her and the gentle wind brush her fur, and she just began to let her eyelids flicker shut... A small pant escaped her mouth. She wondered what would happen if she just fell asleep...
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Post by Schizo on Jun 8, 2010 14:07:55 GMT -5
As Sabora laid their she basked in the sun for a bit, every now and then she would look over at the Whitefire, Sabora gave her a devilish as she began to lay down on the hard boiling rocks. When she laid their so still Sabora got up from her spot, quickly she trotted a long on the soft bank as she reached the rocks she gracefully hopped on rock to rock, her jumps were silent, as same with her breathing.
Her breaths were short every time she had jumped on a rock, when she was really close to Whitefire she stopped, her eyes watched her lay on the rocks, both of Whitefires eyes were shut. Once again Sabora gave her that devilish smile, only a devil such like her self would make at someone who was minding their own business. For now she was going to let the female enjoy her little day.
She soon started to climb up the rocks as she reached the top she stopped, she turned her body around then looked down the rocks, she was still watching the female. She soon sat on her haunches, she wondered how long it would take for the female to realize that she was watching her like a hawk. As if she was a meal to her, Sabora didn't eat nothing that had no meat on their bones so Whitefire was pretty safe.
For now she would just sit their, she wanted to haunt the female, make her have nightmares. She wanted her to feel the uncomfortable and dark presences of her being their. The joys of everyone feeling that sent a huge smile across her lips, she was the one that would have her pack turn this city up side down.
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Post by Raowolf on Jun 8, 2010 14:54:41 GMT -5
Whitefire twitched and whimpered gently in her sleep. Her dreams were confused and distorted...
She could feel eyes on her back. She awoke with a start and whipped around. There was the laughing face of her first master, his whip in hand. It had all been a dream... She had never escaped and run away to a far-off land... She had never been experimented on and set through with tubes and tablets, medicines and needles... Never started a pack and fallen asleep on a beautiful beach...
And then her master's face turned to that of Remada... Oh, sweet Remada... and she was no longer in the harsh concrete pen... Instead it was the road... The road where... Remada... She had thought it was the right thing to do... She never thought... She began to run, but the world shifted and...
She was running up endless stairs... They had cornered her, the tall ones with the flappy white flanks... And they were coming... She ran harder, faster, but the stairs wouldn't end and they did not tire... And then she toppled off the topmost stair...
Into a chain fence enclosed area... It was so small... She screamed and leaped up at it, but the walls were closing in and she was to be crushed... All the other dogs were melting, their howls mixing with their blood that flowed into the ever shrinking space... Finally she was crushed...
And her eyes snapped open and she sighed because she was free... But other dogs... They were tormenting her, and trying to drive her from their midst... And she tried to call words of warning but they were not heard and her pride stopped her from running... Running was why they were attacking her so...
Whitefire's eyes snapped open. The sun scorched her. She couldn't breath... Was this reality? Or another nightmare? She didn't know... They were both the same...
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Post by Schizo on Jun 8, 2010 15:22:20 GMT -5
As Sabora watched her twitch and whimper in her sleep those dark eyes burned with pleasure, she loved how others had nightmares, she never had a nightmare when she was sleeping only blood and screaming people that ran from her like she had rabies was in her dreams. When the female woke up she looked like she was spooked by a ghost, but really she got scared of some dream she had.
Sabora was shocked that she didn't look around to find out were she was, but best believe Whitefire would be scared out of her mind if she found out that she was behind her. One thing Sabora did was be a light sleeper, so if anyone dared to sneak up on her she would know. She sat their for a moment, as she grew tired she slowly laid on her stomach, she was going to burn holes into this female, stocking her was something that amused her for the moment. At least until one of her pack members showed up.
Morgan slowly trotted up behind her, his tongue hanged out of his mouth from all the running he did. " Sabora, may I ask what are you doing" he said in a tired voice, Sabora looked at him with her dark eyes. She took a breather than stood back up and sat on her haunches, she looked at him with silence then back down at Whitefire, "I was enjoying my day but of coarse Whitefire decided to come here as well....I enjoyed it for a moment....I felt like watching her suffer in her little dreams"she said in a deep voice.
Morgan looked at her with a curious look, "My leader what are we going to do...I mean as in bringing in more members" he said to her, he looked at her wondering how they were going to get more pack members. When he had spoken that to Sabora she stayed quite for a moment, "Go all over the city and round some up you think is worthy.....I trust that you have good taste in who belongs in the pack" she said in a low voice.
Morgan gave a nod to her on what she had said to him, "I will do my best Sabora" he said in a low tone, looking down at Whitefire he gave a evil smile. "So Sabora, what should we do now" he said, Sabora looked over at him with a dark smile, "How about you introduce your self...if you catch my meaning....Ill see you at the warehouse, be their when the sun goes down" she said to him, slowly she turned around and started to walk away.
Morgan watched her leave for a moment, but soon he looked over at Whitefire, a evil smile crawled on his lips. He hurried down the rocks some he jumped on and some he just walked on, when he was a few inches he stopped, he stood on a huge and flat boulder like rock. He looked down at Whitefire with his dark brown eyes, his oil black coat shined in the light of the sun, "Why hello...you must be Whitefire, Sabora has talked a lot about you...the names Morgan" he said in a deep tone. His lips lifted into a mean smile, if the female was wise she would be careful on what to say, this brute had that screamer mutation, and being 4 years old he had that scream to were it could make you death, if he went long enough it could kill you.
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Post by Raowolf on Jun 9, 2010 14:30:40 GMT -5
She shut her eyes again, forcing her breathing to become ragged and scared, as though she were still in a nightmare. All of this she listened to with trepidation. When she felt the stagnant breath of Morgan on her ears, Whitefire blinked her eyes open in apparent surprise.
Oh dear. Whitefire had heard of him also - he was renowned screaming. But she remained calm and did not let her fear show through. "And why, what a pleasure it is to meet you!" Well, not exactly. "I've heard plenty of things about you." She remained completely still, her words soft as they slipped through her lips. By running, no matter how fast she could go, the mutated greyhound would only aggravate the Akita, and although he would not have time to deafen her, a headache was not on her preferred agenda. "Your fur is certainly looking nice again today" She said it with no sarcasm, no silent threat, but it was a mock all the same.
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Post by Schizo on Jun 9, 2010 15:03:38 GMT -5
Morgan gave her a devilish smile as she spoke to him, it was funny how she heard of him, when she said how nice his fur was today he giggled a bit inside. "Get up Whitefire, Sabora hasnt given me orders on hurting you, yet at least....just a little..greeting is all she wanted me to do" he said with a darken laugh, "Lets be civilize and have a nice conversation shall we, but if you make me angry you will regret it Whitefire" he said in a deep voice.
Slowly he sat on his haunches, but at the same time he watched Whitefire, he was silent for a moment. "So tell me, Whitefire.....What have you been up to" he said to her, slowly he scooted his body down the rocks, as he was a rock away from her he stopped. He laid down on the rock, his head was just a few inches away from her, he wasn't going to hurt her, he had no permission to, Sabora only meant by greeting but of coarse if she did anything stupid he had all rights to hurt her.
As he waited for her to speak he just laid their, he kept him self calm at least for now. He dared the female to start something with him, he would have her head by the end of the night. Of coarse that would make Sabora stress free, she wouldn't have to worry about other packs, the things she had told about what she was going to do was very secretive. If he told any one about it Sabora would kill him without saying a word. It was the rule to never speak about the pack outside of the territory, those who did were to be killed.
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Post by Raowolf on Jun 9, 2010 17:13:07 GMT -5
Whitefire smiled politely as he stepped down and sat up herself. She kept her eyes averted although making sure to watch Morgan all the while. "I do not get up on your command." She said calmly, asserting her authority in a way that would not aggravate him. Then her tone brightened and mind raced a little. "Ooh, I love a good conversation! After all, it is what I do best. Besides running of course; can't beat a good sprint round the beach. Won't bother now though. I wouldn't want you to feel left out." Politeness and empathy were always virtues. "So, what do you want to talk about? The weather - very hot isn't it - The fish - they make a nice snack, y'know? -" Then her face darkened and she grew solemn once more. "Or the problems both our packs are facing. We share one goal. Did you notice?"
Whitefire tapped a claw on the dusty rock as she waited for his reply. The other seemed very relaxed. This was more ominous than comforting, but she didn't let it show. Then the greyhound twisted her long face into a look of bewilderment, although she felt none. Pretending she had not heard the prior conversation, she added, without waiting for a reply from Morgan, "And isn't it a little ungracious of your leader to leave you here with me? Alone? After all, I am the alpha of Lehren..." She left the sentence hanging. Keywords had been specially selected for this sentence. Maximum effect. Perhaps annoy him a little, but not enough to the point of Screaming. He wanted something, she needed to find out what.
Carefully she shifted he position to make it more comfortable. Maybe if they both appeared laid back, they might begin to feel so. This was what she hoped, at any rate.
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Post by Schizo on Jun 9, 2010 18:44:01 GMT -5
As Whitefire began to sit up he did the same, his eyes stayed locked onto her, as both were facing each other silence grew in, but it only last for a moment. When she began to speak he listened to her, words from her lips were so polite, shocking that she didn't try to test his temper. As she spoke more he would listen, but when she said about him being alone with out his leader he curled his lips up and snarled.
"Best believe I can take care of myself women, yes its pretty obvious that both are packs are wanting something.....You should no by now how far Sabora will go to get what she wants for her pack....and if I were you I wouldn't dare speak bad about her pack, All information stays secret if you want to know anything go to Sabora" he said an a annoyed tone.
His dark brown eyes stared hard at Whitefire he was enraged with anger by her words, but slowly he took in breathers and calmed down. "Whitefire I am just warning you know...if you dare try get getting into Sabora way of what she wants she will have your head...and I ain't saying it as a joke either" he said in a calm tone, if the female new better she would keep her noise out of their business.
He wasn't going to give her any information on what was going on, he wasn't going to risk him self being killed. The rules in their pack were very harsh and sometimes they could be complicated, like how you wanted to give out information so bad but you just couldn't. Morgan was very loyal and loved his pack and he would do anything for his leader and his pack members. As he sat their he watched Whitefire, he waited for her to speak, he wondered if she gotten the picture on what he meant.
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Post by Raowolf on Jun 10, 2010 1:41:10 GMT -5
Whitefire smiled gently as he threatened her, but not in a rude way. "Why, I'm sorry for the confusion, but it seems as though you misunderstood me. Although we both want the best for our packs, that is not a common goal. For they are separate aims, by separate means. No, that is not what I was thinking of. Would you perhaps like to take another guess?" Her information wasn't going THAT easily.
Then her voice hushed, and she put her black lips to Morgan's ear - not threateningly - and hissed: "And you want something to..." She had seen it in voice. Read it in his eyes. There was information that dog was bursting to tell, which meant that it was important. The sun beat down on the Greyhound's white fur as she drew back. He would not harm her; he needed to know what goals they shared, she needed to know what they didn't. She was desperate to go to the waters edge, but knew she could not - It would discourage his giving of the information.
His black fur must attract the heat; it must be boiling under there for a dog built for snow and ice. But she didn't think it wise to ask. Her mind was racing, but she had the situation roughly under control for now. Ish.
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Post by Schizo on Jun 12, 2010 15:56:00 GMT -5
Morgan looked at her with curious eyes, he notice that she wanted answers also that he was desperate on wanting her information, shaking the thought he lifted his lips up a bit. "You know what Ill just ask Sabora its seems like you to talk a lot to each other every time you guys run in" he said in a calm tone. When she said that he wanted something he laughed, not funny but a cold laugh, "I don't want anything, I have what I want miss....here is something I want you to guess and think this clearly to other wise you will miss the picture"he said with humor tone.
"What does a alpha tell its member before they leave.....here is a hint my dear, see no evil.hear no evil.also speak no evil" he said with another cold laugh, "You should know this Whitefire, almost every pack leader tells this to their member, which is of coarse is they become successful....well sometimes" he said in a low voice. He wasnt going to tell the female anything, of coarse it was against the rules, maybe if she guessed what he meant she would get the picture.
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Post by Raowolf on Jun 12, 2010 16:42:21 GMT -5
She scarce resisted a small snarl of frustration at his hesitations, but kept her emotions under a tight control. Then Whitefire noticed the curiosity in his eyes, even if it was replaced with his sneer a second after. Deciding on the best course of action, the greyhound smiled gently and said: "We want information off eachother, Screamer. Now either we can go drink, and walk away, and miss this most wonderful-" It was not sarcastic, although emphasis had been placed on the word "-Oppurtunity, or we can make a little deal..." She applied to his strengths, all of the words chosen very carefully.
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Post by Schizo on Jun 12, 2010 17:03:40 GMT -5
Morgan was going to walk away but when she said deal his dark eyes turned into a devils smile, he got comfortable real quick and looked at her as if he were playing little mind games with her, except he really wasnt he want to see how much this female wanted to know. "Okay Whitefire, Shoo....tell me what is this deal you were about to make" he said to her with his little dark smile, he bared his teeth a bit showing how his little games were starting to amuse him.
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