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Post by chesha on Aug 5, 2007 19:57:34 GMT -5
Vile affairs are commited by those with hearts like your own, my love.
You need only to forget.
Don't you long to be free?
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Hissing grass parted for the large female shoving towards the scent boundry, gripping at her short fur as if deperate hands of the dead seeking release from the river of torment.
Don't you long to be free?
Forget.
Just forget, my scarred, wicked affair.
Never.
NEVER!
I will...
I'm going to avenge them.
How-
The sneering voice was cut of by a loud, alien cry. There was no sorrow, no emotion so to speak.
It was simply a call to the greeter of these lands to come and 'greet' her.
And if they didn't?
Well, she'd simply go on anyways. She was driven, drawn to these lands and would be tehre no matter the cost.
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Post by Chocobo Knight on Aug 5, 2007 21:01:08 GMT -5
After the encounter with that demon, Ashura, he decided to go to the acceptance area to see if there was any loners seeking acceptance. he heard the howl and he realized that this had been a good choice. he walked up to her a gave a normal question that seemed stupid but always had to be asked. "do you wish acceptance into my pack?" after she answered he could be more kind and such.
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Post by chesha on Aug 6, 2007 7:59:29 GMT -5
"I seek a haven. I've travelled long and hard away from war. Can your pack provide that?"
She was just as cold, maybe a few degrees lower than him, eyes set upon him in cold, calculating sternness.
She did not back away from the male but instead stepped towards him, head leaned to one side, just a notch lower than his own, tail at an easy angle down behind her, though wagging impatiently.
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Post by Chocobo Knight on Aug 7, 2007 9:54:27 GMT -5
"Yes my pack can. A pack can't be a true pack if it isn't a haven for it's members. War should never happen to a pack..." He was thinking of his father. He died in a pack war right after his birth. and because of that the rest of his family died. he was the only survivor from that retaliation attack. He would most definately give a safe haven for any war torn wolf.
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Post by chesha on Aug 7, 2007 10:43:54 GMT -5
She wasn't torn for war, exactly, but for the sacrifice of those who had tried to created a decent beast of her and had refused to let her battle for her own sake.
"Oh, Djhn, please don't."
"They are dying! Please!" Sordid cried, not reacting very well to the clan lord's pet name for her being crooned by the guards keeping her tethered in the lavish ruins of the packs home territory. The abandoned palace that rose just above the sands with beautiful towers with faded paint and ivory tiles on the roof and ceiling.
"Hush." Continued the guard, still crooning, now breast to breast with her, head laid on her shoulder. He motioned to his sibling with his ears and face to find the healer's apprintice and bring her back here.
"They are dying." Sordid moaned through the tight leather lashings that held her jaws firmly shut.
The learning healer arrived with a small amount of the sleeping posion tipping a thick sharpened bone. The guards struggled once Sordid saw the large sharp needle, finally biting her neck and throat, dragging ehr down with all their weight.
The healer approached Sordid, needle in maw. Once close enough to the strong, muscled haunches and the very fluffy bobbed tail she jabbed teh needle into Sordid's flank. A resounding cry echoed through the palace from Sordid and the guards as she bolted up, electrified by the pain, blood burning so hot that the poison could not yet take effect.
The leather lashings came undone as she forced her jaws open, the leather harness ripped away from the chain connected tot eh wall with a powerful lunge, and the Spartan ran, racing down the stairs through the machinery rooms, ignoring the drowsy feeling creeping over her.
"GET HER! THE LORD WILL NOT HAVE HER DEAD!"
"Never." Sordid chuckled, losing control of her violent self, throwing herself out intot eh desert with fresh bloodlust racing throuhg her mind.
The battle waged very clsoe to home, the Spartans seriously outnumbered but quickly picking the Persian wolves off.
Numbed to which side was which she flung herself intot eh thick of the supposedly disordered array of soilders. SHe could see it though, the Spartan's plan.
But that didn't matter...
THe world...
Went...
black.
Consumed with her own bloodlust she was said to have slaughtered hundres of either side, said to have been the final blow to teh Persians who, though they won, were very bad off after the war and were taken by Athens later in the year- With females and prisoners fighting alongside the remaining army.
Sordid had none of it. She was taken prisoner, exiled, the piercings scattered over her body with the chains connecting them.
She left by her own will, asking to be exiled, and yet also felt that the Kingdom had wished her gone as well and she ahd simply satisfied their wishes.
The memories had caused her to lock up and tense a little, head lowering a notch, tail stub completely flattened against ehr backside.
"But it does." Sordid simply stated, obviously disgruntled by what he had said.
"Very well. I suppose I will join. You and your clan now can boast you host a Spartan."
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Post by Chocobo Knight on Aug 9, 2007 13:44:51 GMT -5
"A Spartan, eh? A wolf that lives off of killing shouldn't be here. But I'm sure prey should prove no problem then. And we need a new captain since Torin was assasinated... would you like that position? you seem ready for it. Your advisor can deal with stadegies and such. I don't like war though so I appoint a capitan instead of me. But don't think i can't hold my own though." He was suprised that a Spartan wolf still lived. And that it would choose this pack...Suprising indeed. If she was a Spartan he was sure that she would love the position.
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Post by chesha on Aug 10, 2007 8:47:51 GMT -5
"I am perfectly suited for war stratigics and commanding." Sordid simply stated. "I do not live off of war. My previous pack misused and created a monster of me, those of the Persian bloodline, my father's family and friends stole me from them in a bloody raid. I live to defend. Unlike my warrior brethren I am still sane."
Her ears flicked back in obvious annoyance as she shook her head. His assumtion was biased but her own fault as well. It was not uncalled for.
Though she was Spartan blood half-way and Persian/Egyptian the other, she was still very much a Spartan.
"Trust comes with age and due time, however I would prove a decent war Captian."
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Post by Chocobo Knight on Aug 13, 2007 16:33:34 GMT -5
"I am glad. And I am also glad that you don't live off of killing. that would be rather bad for the pack...so you are from both sides of that war? that would be considered a monster. But here that's fine. Full spartan would be hard to handle...well good luck on your new position. I sense a war may come soon." And with that he walked a little.
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