Passing By -open-

[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-1.jpg] Banshee was only on his way through, he had important matters to attend to and exploring this swampy excuse for a territory was not one of them. His father had told him the story of the pack that disappeared from this land and told him it was haunted with the cries of the souls left behind. If it had been night this would have caused more of an issue for the little mafia member, but such as it was the bright light of the sun blazed down upon Banshee. Haunted, Banshee wasn’t afraid of no ghost anyways, he was the Don’s son and the prince of nasty things as he had been informed by his own logic. Though the gnarly roots he know leap on would have been a spooky sight to see, and the place was awfully quiet as thought the animals had left with the wolves. Maybe they had left because a monster lived here? Banshee wasn’t sure if he could handle a monster, they were some fearsome creatures and the little pup gave a small shudder, glancing over his shoulder. Such was his new found fear that he almost turned to go back to the safety of the dark jungle, but no, he had to prove he could find the ocean all on his own! Sniffing at the air the faint smell of salty moisture met his senses; at least he thought he was in the right way. Scrambling onto another root, his tiny claws leaving scrapes in his wake, Banshee thought of his brother and sister. He had not brought them along for he had to do this on his own, but he kinda missed them anyways for it was lonesome in this eerily quiet land of marshes and old trees. Scowling at a passing bird he moved on, making slow but steady headway on his big journey. Stupid adults, they all thought he couldn’t do it, that he was nothing but a little pup, Banshee would show them! Barking in agreement he jumped into a small pool of murky water, crossing the messy bog carefully. He didn’t much like the look of the waters, dark and muddy they were nothing like the Clear-Eyed Pool where he liked to watch fish swim around him. Narrowing his eyes he thought he saw something move in its depth and proceeded to urgently hop on a root. Leaning down he looked into the waters and it was a wonder the crocodile did not take note of the little wolf’s presence. Content that all that stared back at him was his distorted reflection he sat upright, glancing abut in rapt attention. There really were no wolves about, it made him feel like he was king of the whole world, brave a fearless he went where no wolf dared to go. Marching he strutted along the root singing, “I am king, king of the world, lala dee dah!” His oddly loud voice cheerily belted out the simple chorus, a confidently youthful admonition of prowess. B a n s h e e 's . S o n g

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[Tearen]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] "Speaking" The other son of the Don and Donna had been following Banshee for quite some time now, as ever curious to see where he was going, and what he was planning on doing. Like siamese twins, the pair were never one without the other, and besides, if Banshee wanted to do it, it must have some interest in it, right? Now though, Tearen wasn't so sure, after tripping on a large root and barely catching himself, his silver eyes shooting daggers at the offending thing before continuing on. He had a feeling this was going to be a longer journey, and a bit of excitement coursed through him. However, he had lost Banshee's familiar brotherly scent, and was getting a little worried. The sun glinted off the silver stars in his navy blue pelt, and he wondered where his brother could have gotten too... He remembered the stories of monsters living here in the swamp, and he glanced uneasily backwards, wondering if someone less than friendly was following him. Had the monster kidnapped Banshee? He wondered frantically. His parents would not be happy, then they'd have to come out here and kill the monster, which would all just be a big hassle. He hoped he hadn't, because he'd heard that monsters weren't very nice creatures to be around... Suddenly he heard a familiar loud voice, and he gave a small grin, something that was rare for the pup. He hastened his pace, gangly legs rushing and jumping over roots to reach his brother. Finally, he caught up, his tongue lolling and panting. The rather thin pup turned to his brother: "So, where we going today?"

[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-1.jpg] The boastful pup's musical proclamation was soon interrupted by the arrival of his brother. Banshee was not surprised really, they were cohorts in crime and it seemed where one went the other simply must! Turning his head he gave a little growl of welcoming, already thinking what fun it might be to fight on the roots. Giving a mighty hop he landed on his brother's root, "Hiya there, going on an adventure that what so momma and poppa can see how brave I am. Wanna come?" Really it had been a pointless question, Banshee could have been trying to fly off a cliff and Tearen might have very well followed or vice versa. Tapping his brother's dark blue shoulder with his paw he said, "We're going to the ocean and we will do it without getting eaten by the swamp monster!" His bright blue eyes gleamed with an already hungry thirst for adventure and danger that would eventually grow to be a trouble in his youth, more so then it was already. The consequences of his actions were seldom weighed as he had already decided that because he was the Don and Donna's son he could do no wrong. This was fantastic for it meant he could do as he pleased, say what he wanted and go where he wanted and it would simply be right. Scampering off he proceeded to jump from root to root with youthful vigor, paying attention to the treacherous edges with cautious glances into the murky depths below. Something up ahead caught his attention and he came to a halt, claws digging into the bark to keep him from falling. What was it? It was round and moving, and large feathers were covering the creature's body. Curious he slowly approached the writhing animal, ears perked forward as he listened to its moaning weak cries. Was it hurt? Throwing a glance over his shoulders he said, "Do you think we can eat it?". It certainly looked edible, and Banshee would not have to hunt it therefore it seemed like the perfect prize. Crouching down he bunched his muscles and gave a leap, landing paws on the bird's fluffy stomach and giving a bark of success. The weak bird writhed under the pup's weight, but Banshee was large for his age, and with effort kept the wounded creature in place. Furiously wagging his tail he said proudly, "We get to kill our first preeeyyy!" Growling with his obvious superiority he bit into the animal's neck like he had seen his parents do before and was rewarded with a mouthful of sticky feathers. Jumping up he sputtered, spitting out the fluffy coverings vehemently. What a horrid bird, making his death a pain for the pup! It was already down, the least it could have done was not stuck its feathers where they did not belong! Either way the deed was done now and the bird lay still, a life no more much to Banshee's satisfaction. Using his front paws he dug through the feathers, white and brown fluffs flying every where until he came in contact with skin. Diving in he began to munch on his catch and through a mouthful of plump flesh he invited, "Come on Tearen, dig in!" His cheeks were full and his face had begun to resemble that of a rodent stocking up for winter as he proceeded to continue his feeding until his little belly protested in complaint. B a n s h e e 's . S o n g

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[Tearen]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] "Speaking" The pup was caught up in daydreams for a moment: Dreaming of him and his two siblings running the great Mafia one day, dreams of growing older, and bigger... Yes, he thought as he thought about his parents, much taller, and stronger, like his dad. And powerful too. He would make his family proud indeed. So caught in his daydreams that it took Tearen a moment before he realized Banshee had caught a wounded bird. Excited, he scampered down after him, grinning appreciatively. "Wow, good job Banshee!" He took a few bites, but not much of an eater left the rest to his brother. The swamp monster... He looked, his head cocked at Banshee: "That silly old swamp monster just can't be real..." Suddenly, a mischievous grin appeared: "I wonder where it is right now..." he glanced around to add effect to his words, and then chuckled: Even though he was scaring himself a little, it was still fun. "To the ocean? Incredible! I can't wait to see it... I bet there'll be other wolves there..." he grinned slyly. "Maybe we can find a prisoner of our own along the way, huh, Banshee? Then Poppa and Momma would be really proud of us!" He puffed out his chest and strutted around, imagining his parents surprise when the two of them came back, trailing a full grown wolf behind. "Yeah..." He was growing accustomed to the idea, and nodded a couple times to amplify his point: "I bet with the two of us we could take them on!" he barked excitedly. If anyone showed up, this little wolf was ready... Though of course his plan would never work, it was devised from the very young mind of one who hadn't grown up or matured enough to meet logic or rationality.

[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-1.jpg] With his stomach full to the brim Banshee let out a jolly good belch of satisfaction, it was good to have a full tummy when on an adventure. His brother didn’t eat much, but then again he never really did and Banshee tended to eat with zeal unusual for his age. Kicking the carcass into the water he watched it float for a bit before the murky liquid claimed its latest victim. Eyes bright he supposed it would be a good way to get rid of unwanted wolves and trespassers and for but the slightest of moments wished they had a swamp like this in the jungle. Of course the bogs that surrounded his den would be effective as well, but they weren’t as fun as this weird water. This made the swamp’s monster a lucky fellow indeed, thought a jealous Banshee, and he almost wished he was old enough to take the creature down and claim this land as his own as well. His brother didn’t seem convinced there was one, but Banshee was a bit of a twisted romantic at an early age and the idea that monsters existed was an alluring one. Who knew? Maybe one day he would have one working for him and all would fear Banshee for he possessed the power to unleash a hell bound beast upon them. Smiling dreamily at the thought he continued his progress along the roots toward their destination. Barking in agreement he said, “I bet you’re right Tearen, and that way we can replace our old stuffy prisoner with the new one! Father will surely get rid of the old one once he sees how perfect ours is and then we won’t have to worry about that pest trying to boss us around like she isn’t a prisoner at all!” The thought was a fanciful one, and Banshee was sure they could do it together. In his eagerness he picked the pace up, moving with puppy glee through the swamp as the trees began to thin and the air began to freshen. B a n s h e e 's . S o n g

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[Tearen]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] "Speaking" The lupus bounded along after his brother, sniffing here and there at roots that stuck out, moss and even a frog that he attempted to catch. However, the blasted thing darted away, and he frowned. Crouching, he growled menacingly, though since he was just a pup it really sounded rather cute. The frog jumped onto a log that stuck out in the water, and thinking not before his actions, he barked and hopped on also. "Look, I'm on an island!" He called to his brother, laughing at his witty joke, or so he thought it was. Soon, however, the "log" began to move, and two yellow slits opened their eyes. The frog hopped off with a croak that sounded like a chuckle to Tearen, and he watched it swim away with disappointment: So much for that game! Suddenly he noticed he was slowly rising in the air, as the crocodile began to stand in the shallower water. With a howl of pure terror, he jumped off and onto a root that hung low, scrabbling up to the much higher and safer root pathway. Fearing the very devil was after them as the crocodile watched in amusement, he yelled to Banshee: "RUN! The swamp monster's real!" He didn't dare look back.