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Post by Druze on Jun 8, 2006 17:38:33 GMT -5
A large figure circled over a dead carcase. It looked oddly like a wolf, but wolves can not fly. There my friend you have been mistaken. You see Mya, the one you see now flying over head of this dead carcase indeed is a wolf, and has now lowered to the dead moose. Her coat you see shines in the sun light, and her wings seem twice as small well hidden in her coat. The wolf looks of the ripe age of eight. She is strong, but well scared. She has lived here long, and knows the land well. But what do you make of her?
Her muzzle sniffs sensing some danger, but no one is around. No one ever is. Her front claw digs into the ground as she steps forward. The moose, killed of old age lays there, picked at by birds, and the odd animal. The birds scatter hearing the howl Mya admits. She smiles to herself knowing her strength scares many, along with a few powers she posses.
After filling her need she moves off. Her wings stretch again but flight is not taken. Instead they are tucked back into her greyish blue coat and she moves onward. You follow her to the small river that passes through this small area. Plenty of fish swim here, and they all flee like the birds when she is close. Her muzzle lowers and the blood washes off at the first touch of the cool water. She laps slowly enjoying the cool sensation that has over come her.
Stepping back now she is to relax. Her mind is calm and her senses alert. She loves it here, and wishes to stay forever in these lands. Her wings appear quickly, and she is gone, before you had the nerve to catch her. What will you do now?? |
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Post by puppygirl on Jun 21, 2006 20:11:31 GMT -5
A black wolf stained with blood stared in the distance, he stared in disbelief as he thought he saw a wolf with wings. But then again he shouldn't be talking, he was blessed with incredible strength, unfortunately he used it for the wrong things. This wolves nic name was demon wolf, for he had killed his pack, every single one, but he forgot how old he was then. He never even tried to wash off the blood of the ones he killed, he kept it to say that he was a sinner, and unfortunately he couldn't change that, if he let his guard down even for a moment he was risking been killed on the spot. Not realizing he had reached the river already the lapped his tongue against the water as he quenched his thirst as he searched for the winged wolf.
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Post by Druze on Jul 4, 2006 11:59:56 GMT -5
Mya watched from a safe distance as the male walked around her land. Yes her land. She seemed to be unneverved by the males arrival. Did they know each other, night likly, but she sensed his strenght and knew not to fight him on his arrival.
She looked at his coat, an eerie red stain marked most if not all, blood? she guessed and also seemed unnerved about it. Her muzzle lifted skywards as a sweet song flew across the sky and down around the land. One thing many never thought a wolf like this could have was a soft howl, but nothing was close to the truth for Mya. She watched the male now wondering what he had in mind.
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Post by puppygirl on Jul 4, 2006 12:43:41 GMT -5
Zabuza listened to the song, it was a beautiful song, a song of an unknown wolf. Zabuza wondered if this wolf was as pure as he voice, unlike Zabuza. Zabuza couldn't become pure even if he wanted to, he had done to many sins, to many mistakes and that was why he never washed off the blood. The blood of a sinner, the blood of innocent wolves, the blood of whatever got into his way. It wasn't something you couldn't notice, it was obvious, he was a sinner and the blood was proof. But that didn't mean he didn't have a soft spot. Zabuza listened to the tune and he sang along, his howl, surprisingly nice for someone like him. Once the song was finished he asked for the wolf to come out, come out so he could see what this wolf looked like.
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Post by Druze on Jul 4, 2006 16:10:22 GMT -5
Mya chuckld at the wolf's asking. She stood in her spot and growled back to him "I do not move for strangers in my land " she stated strongly. She however did jump down, but not into veiw. She waited the males next move. She had been taking back by his calling and wondered how an obviuos sinner could be so strong and seem so lovign.
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Post by puppygirl on Jul 4, 2006 16:27:17 GMT -5
Zabuza smiled and walked closer to where she had landed, although he really had no clue where she did land she just saw her jump. Zabuza shook his black pelt and asked, "Is this truly your land? Or do you just call it that because no one is here?" Zabuza came to a forest hoping she had landed near by and called out to her in a kind voice, "Come on out, I promise i won't hurt you like the rest... they just got in my way, but no one can be in my way now, because I stopped looking" He stopped talking, hoping to leave her with question so she would come into sight.
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Post by Druze on Jul 4, 2006 16:43:45 GMT -5
Mya nodded and came forward. She looked to the brute and sighed "I claimed this land years ago, before anyone left" she stated and stepped closer to the male. She seemed to hold no fear. She looked over him and suddenly nuzzled into his neck. She sighed "Mya" she stated softly and sat next to him. Her eyes tried to catch his gaze, though it seemed so distanct.
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Post by puppygirl on Jul 4, 2006 17:03:58 GMT -5
"Mya... what a nice name, mine is Zabuza, I am also known as the Demon Wolf. I have no land, unlike you. Nor do I have a pack, I killed them long ago. I just wander around looking for things that might interest me." Zabuza smiled, he knew he was letting out his other side, his other personality. "Don't you ever get bored here, all alone? Or are there others here?" he asked, hoping she wouldn't ask to fight, every time he saw another pack and went into their lands it was many more sins he had to commit.
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Post by Druze on Jul 5, 2006 10:16:45 GMT -5
Mya nodded as he talked. She sat back on her legs letting him talk and just enjoy the sight of a male. "No others are in this land" she stated firmly. She watched as he seemed to move her eyes were mesmorized by his coat. And his past. He seemed to dark, and yet so weak. She stood suddenly and nudged his side softly. "Why are you so cold?" she asked softly. Not his body, his heart.
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Post by puppygirl on Jul 5, 2006 12:06:32 GMT -5
Zabuza was shocked by the question,"Why am I so cold?" he repeated , "Well I don't really know, some of us are tools, some users and some both..." he paused for a moment to think then continued, "I guess I am a tool..." He thought for a moment again and then continued, "But I can't just blame it on him, it is also my blood, just part of the way I am..." He paused once more but not to think, to change the subject, "And what about you, why are you so lonely?" he asked looking into her eyes.
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