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Post by tuskle on Jan 17, 2011 10:57:00 GMT -5
A colorful figure danced up along the canyon. Her wavy, fluffy tail waved along in the breeze. The she-wolf slowed to a walk as the pack scent threatened to overwhelm her.
Why are there so many wolves? she thought. But she could not find an answer. Her blue paws found their way up to a series of ledges. Tuskle sat back, the sunset glimmering on her icy blue fur and her blue muzzle. Her little butterfly wings fluttered. She decided not to jump up to the plateau today. She circled once, twice before lying down on the rocky ground. She had heard of the Cadre, had spent a night in the territory while she had been on that search. But now she had come back. To join them.
Her head turned. Sunset. Her favorite time of the day. She loved the bright shades of red and orange. Shades she should have. Tuskle shook her long golden mane. Whether or not she was colored differently did not concern her. She rested her head on her outstretched paws not knowing that peering eyes might lurk in the crevices around her.
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Gypsy
Styrrstdar Cadre
Beta Female[M:40][A:6] [SG:0]
Cypress
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Post by Gypsy on Jan 21, 2011 23:50:41 GMT -5
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((OOC: Sorry I didn't see this until now. ))
With the setting sun, came the darkness. The shadows elongate and one seems to dance up the rise, coming over the ridge. She was not a shadow, but another sennyo. Her pelt rippled slightly in her movements, black silken and well groomed. Blue eyes catch the last rays of the day, the ice dancing with the fire in a cold window.
Upon her back rested blue morpho butterfly wings, fluttering pointlessly as she neared the scent of a stranger. She paused, noticing a ghostly silhouette before her. She stopped, her blue tipped antenna folded off of her neck and arched over her head to get a better sense. Another stranger. Another Sennyo. The century old female glared a little.
"You realize you are trespassing on pack territory." It was not a question, it was an icy statement and it basically said, 'join or get out.' She was tired of nonsense and felt that she had been the only one around lately to 'greet' newcomers.
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Post by tuskle on Jan 22, 2011 20:37:21 GMT -5
Tuskle was on the verge of sleep when she heard a voice. She drowsily lifted her light head. She squinted, then relaxed her eyes as the moonlight gave her a glimsp of the voice's owner. A wolf. Another moonlight ray revealed that it was a Sennyo.
Tuskle realized then the icy tone behind the voice. Someone had had a bad day. She didn't even consider the possibility that this Sennyo might always speak this way. She rose gingerly to her paws, her antennae bouncing with the movement. She looked at the other, registering the pack scent.
"Yes, I do indeed know that I am trespassing." She did not say it timidly, or with defiance. She just said it. "I wanted to join the Cadre. Unless, there is no room for new members."
Tuskle waited for a reply. The moonlight shone down quite brightly, and, where it the sun, would have blinded her. But this was the moon. Her eyes were focused on the Sennyo, but in her peripheral vision she saw the twinkling stars up in the sky. If she were alone she would have sighed with awe. But she was not alone. She would probably spend many of her days training and fighting, not goofing off admiring Mother Nature. But she would accept it. If it meant being part of a pack, fine.
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Gypsy
Styrrstdar Cadre
Beta Female[M:40][A:6] [SG:0]
Cypress
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Post by Gypsy on Jan 24, 2011 11:04:59 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/34z0jf9.jpg]She set her jaw at the words of the other sennyo, she could almost smell the afterbirth on the remarkably young female. Her soft ears flickered a little.
"You have to fight to join. To show your skill. What can you offer this pack?" She wondered briefly why they needed fights. The pack was not war hungry, nor did they live to fight. However, the alphas decided that everyone had to fight to join, to show their strenght. She looked to the sky breifly, her icy eyes reflecting only coldness. One-hundred and seventeen years had made her callous.
"You don't have to win, no debilitating blows. It is just a spar." It was easy enough for her to make her greeting speech now, she lost count how many she had allowed into the pack. | |
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Post by tuskle on Jan 24, 2011 15:52:45 GMT -5
"You have to fight to join. To show your skill. What can you offer this pack?"
Hmm. What could she offer the pack? Tuskle was at a loss. While she was stunned into silence, the female continued. So she had to fight? Well then, she would fight. She opened her maw to ask who it was she had to fight, then shut it. Of course it was the Sennyo standing before her.
"To this pack, I can give my loyalty, my life, my speed and power." She bent her forepaws and grinned.
"Ok, so it's not much. Just gimme a chance.
"We fight, yes?" Tuskle felt kinda silly, talking like that. But she didn't mind fights. This Sennyo probably had, well, centuries of fighting experience. She would need any advantage she could get. Her ears flattened, her blue muzzle curled in a snarl. Maybe she would deem her acceptable, if not honorable. Her tail floated straight up. Now she would have to see whether or not the other fought.
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Gypsy
Styrrstdar Cadre
Beta Female[M:40][A:6] [SG:0]
Cypress
Posts: 222
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Post by Gypsy on Jan 25, 2011 9:49:55 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/34z0jf9.jpg]Her lip curled slightly in distaste at the words and actions of the naive youngster. Even her hackles raised a little. Why did this job keep falling to her? She kept a cold gaze on the child.
She glared at the sennyo as she raised her tail. "Yes we will fight, I will teach you not to raise your tail higher than your rank." Gypsy's own tail was raised in dominace, she growled at the insolence. If there was one thing to raise her ire it was wolves who did not know their rank. | |
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Post by lyta on Feb 24, 2011 13:53:32 GMT -5
(Here in England, I'm one day inside the one-month limit; if in America it's tomorrow and it's now been a month, please forgive me as I'm English and our times are difference)
Lyta threaded her way through the rocks of the Canyon, darting after the scent on the wind. She had decided she was going to watch these fights. She still was unfamiliar with the styles of fighting used around here, with a type of fighting where everything was allowed, rather than the Guardians' strict rules and definite set of moves.
So to better herself, she had decided to study the joining fights. They were the easiest way to see a good fight and familiarise herself with the strange styles.
Settling herself down, she looked on with interest.
(OOC: Not planning to have my charrie do anything here exactly, I'm only posting to back up a claim I'm thinking of making later.)
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