being tortured by myself... [joining request]

[Spiritsbane]

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[atrb=background,http://i37.tinypic.com/2i0vf7.png] KEY: "Speaking" Spiritsbane speaking "Speaking" Fate speaking Thinking Spiritsbane thinking She walked in a zigzag trail, her eyes stared ahead into the horizon with unnerving but familiar-for-her glassy look. She barked out some random words sometimes while there is a private war in her mind. War with her mind as a prize. "Just singing in the rain! What a glorious feelin'!" She found herself echoing Fate's words. It was odd as there is no rain. No single drop. She still was echoing the spirit's words, without even trying to stop herself. It was some minutes before she knew what she was doing. Her paws brushed against the one of the last patches of snow. Realisation came to her eyes; Spiritsbane blinked, slowly murmuring the words; "Ivare Tundra..." "Suree... Where have you been?! Singing in an imaginary rain...?" She can almost see Fate's glinting evil eyes. She snarled. "That is not me!" She snapped loudly; "It was you! You, Fate!" "Mhm, it is because it came out from your lips." The sennyo ignored the voice and went on; "Why had you decided to curse me?!" Shaking her head wildly, as if trying to get rid of Fate. But the spirit spoke anyway; "You are fragile, not physically I mean," In the sennyo's mind, it gave her a wink; "even though you are. And it's easy to see you squirm." "Nevermind you! I will search for my purpose! My home also!" She almost screamed. Fate didn't spoke for once. Spiritsbane craned her neck forwards, searching for any wolf. She had heard, despite of her... problems, that there is a new pack settling here. Not caring looking stupid; she spoke to no one; "Can I have home here. For us-- I mean me. Just me. Yes, just silly me, Spiritsbane." Even though she looked a bit crazy, there was deep lost and pained look in her eyes. YES THIS IS SPIRITSBANE'S JOINING REQUEST :D

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[Bathsheba]

[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=background,http://i37.tinypic.com/p60eo.png] Sheba’s massive form patrolled her newly established Empire. It was an empire carved out of nothing more than a wish for love between three lone females and it was an empire built upon their backs. There was no one else but these foundation wolves and Sheba gave a long sigh as she traversed through the Tundra, which she loved for the fact that it was so homely, yet felt so fierce. It gave a façade of desolation—one that made it seem as if it were reserved for those who can survive the frigid landscape—but it was just that, a façade. When one knew the land and understood it, it was easy to live amidst the chilling winds and snows, and marshy summers. It was the unwanted territory, but Sheba was determined to make it the most desirable place to live. It was a feat that begged for her to conquer it. With her heavy limp, she trudged ahead in a lumbering gait. And her mind spun ideas in limpid prose. She smiled to herself as she adjusted Anthony upon her back. His empty hide, though lifeless, was still warm by her own heat and the love that continued past his death. Eternal love… it was something that all wolves would desire. And so, his hide on her back, she stopped when an unfamiliar scent floated past her nostrils. A stranger? Upon my lands? In my lands! She clumsily scrambled forth; her massive self seemed to not know how to handle both her weight and her limp and she tumbled with her belly in the mud. Slightly embarrassed, Sheba pulled Anthony from her back, into her mouth and shook the mud off before coming close to Spiritbane. Fluff-filled ears were perked forward as her single long-horn swayed with each step forward (as her steps seemed to use her full-body when she moved). Sheba heard that the wolf needed a home, but was confused as to how the wolf could know that she was there when she hadn’t made much of a commotion to be noticed and the wolf didn’t seem to notice her as well. A magic wolf? The creature before her was barely a wolf that Sheba could know. Sennyo were a rare species and almost always breathtaking to see. However, this one had a ghostly pastel pelt, one that seemed to whisper rather than shout at the eyes. Everything about this wolf seemed gossamer, as if someone had formed her from the mist of a unicorn’s breath in the wintertime. In reply to the question the Sennyo asked, Sheba took a leader’s stance—even having her bob-tail perked confidently. She raised herself, a behemoth by most standards, but a gentle one, and said, “If you seek a home, there is no greater place than the Balkamir Yikaxy Empire—the territory on which you gracefully stand upon in this moment… and my land, for I am the Empress Bathsheba.” Her warm-colored eyes were heated in the passion of leadership, it rekindled the old glory within her despite her sorried appearance.

[Spiritsbane]

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[atrb=background,http://i37.tinypic.com/2i0vf7.png] KEY: "Speaking" Spiritsbane speaking "Speaking" Fate speaking Thinking Spiritsbane thinking "Hohoho, so it seems you had did something-- Making yourself look stupid." Spiritsbane can almost see Fate's scornful face etched in her mind. As Fate finished echoing its voice, a great silhouette came. "No." Spiritsbane narrowed her eyes, "It seems that you are the one who look stupid." She could feel Fate hesitating before replying; "...Maybe so. But at least I am in your mind." Some way off, the sennyo saw a yagi stumbled and paused before moving again. There was a confusion etched upon the yagi's (which Spiritsbane wasn't sure whether it is a female or a male) face. The sennyo's pale eyes trailed over the large horns on top of the head which promise death to anyone who dares to threaten. Her uneasiness faded away to amusement when the yagi rose to its title, a leader title she suspected. The horned wolf straightened and rose her bobtail as far as possible. Its voice revealed two things she hadn't excepted; its gender - a female, and way the yagi spoke, so gentle for her bulkiness. "Tut, tut! Remember what your mamma told you; don't judge the wolf by its looks... oh wait, your mamma didn't told you that, did she? I told you that!" "When?!" She said scornfully, Fate responded; "Just now." With that Spiritsbane let out a angry hiss. "Whatever! I'm not interested!" She glanced back to the leader yagi and spoke casually as if she had never had the conversation with a figment of an imagination; "Yes. I would like to reside within your noble pack. After all I had sought for a home for decades..." She lowered her head so low that she buried her muzzle in some patches of snow. "Cold nose." "More like warm nose, idiot!" Spiritsbane withdrawn her head away from the snow and snarled to nowhere beside her. Then to the leader; "Which is the way to the new loving home, mistress?"

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[Bathsheba]

[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=background,http://i37.tinypic.com/p60eo.png] Sheba groaned back down to her comfortable stance. Her head was forced down, her nose pointed to the ground as she peeked through her thick bangs at the ghostly colored Sennyo. The leader’s hunkled posture made the glory she had just presented crumble. And she was what she was. Nothing more than a female who had lost everything and was making an attempt to gain it all back. An attempt. She would never be that fiery Commander who led her wolves to battle. She would never again be anything more than what she had turned herself into because in those two lonely years, she had shattered her mind. And now, she grew bored easily. But this Sennyo not only looked interesting, but sounded interesting as well. The graceful and long legs of a Sennyo held up even in this oddly colored wolf. Her form wasn’t marred at all and she seemed dusty in hue compared to what the stories had said of the species. Her wisp of a tail floated behind her, almost agitatedly as she seemed to fight with a monster of her mind. And the antennae’s constant twitching kept the Yagi female’s attention. But the most interesting thing of all was that the Sennyo seemed to carry on half a conversation. The female looked inquisitively at the Sennyo and said, “My pack has a rank that will suit you, female.” And Sheba smiled as she let the crazed Sennyo into the pack—something that only a crazy wolf would have done. “Join our family! And my land? You are standing on it! A new wolf of the Entertainment.” She smiled and said, “Wolves of your rank—you are always welcomed and always loved.” She shrugged her shoulders to make sure her mate was still there, perched on her like a drape as she led the way. She slowly turned her head back, warm eyes gleaming, and stared without an object in her eye. She stared past the Sennyo, trying to detect what entity the creature was conversing with. And finally she said, “Anthony loves you.” She whipped her head forward and started back to the den-area, expecting that the female Sennyo was following.

[Spiritsbane]

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[atrb=background,http://i37.tinypic.com/2i0vf7.png] KEY: "Speaking" Spiritsbane speaking "Speaking" Fate speaking Thinking Spiritsbane thinking "Seems that she's interested," Spiritsbane gritted her teeth in annoyance as Fate interrupted her moment of silence. But her frown slowly vanished as she noticed that the yagi was observing her. "Maybe so..." She noticed how the female yagi looked so... worn out and tattered? Her distinctive soft voice brought Spiritsbane to reality; gMy pack has a rank that will suit you, female.h The sennyo's dull features seemed to brightened as the yagi spoke the words; "Oh... oh, thank you, m'lady!" gJoin our family! And my land? You are standing on it! A new wolf of the Entertainment.h "En.. Entertainment?!" She could almost feel Fate spluttering with laughter; "Why doesn't she just make you her slave and done with it?!" Spiritsbane snarled and shook herself, smiling again; "I accept!" Her new leader turned and said that to know where her new home is Spiritsbane should follow her. She did. "Hm. I might be wrong about you not finding a home... But I'm sure I can say that you won't stay for long, you just long to be solitary." She burst out laughing, "Solitary?!" Shaking her head she looked back to the leader, she quietly gazed down at her, judging her. She admires the yagi, how wise she must be, to lead a pack in her age. Spiritsbane narrowed her eyes, maybe, just maybe the leader could help her with Fate...

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[Bathsheba]

[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=background,http://i37.tinypic.com/p60eo.png] Sheba smiled at the eccentricity of her new member before giving a long sigh because she was getting tired simply from moving her bulky body around. The Empress said without turning around to face Spiritsbane, “I think you’ll fit right into the pack, Sennyo.” She gave a sigh and laughed. “Your never-ending confusion puts me at ease, something I can always enjoy. Something that Anthony can enjoy as well.” She shrugged her shoulders to feel the hide gripping her shoulder blades in a dead hug. Then, she fell silent. The Tundra was a rather large territory. And founding field was the largest section of it. Step by step, Sheba seemed to sag now in her lumbering steps. She was growing weary. Or perhaps, the freedom of the air was making her dizzy. She seemed rather happy despite her need of rest. She led the new pack member toward the den area—expecting the mentally disturbed Sennyo to find her own place to sleep. -------- ((End of thread? Seems like a good place ))