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Current Plot
The Draculan Council has been very testy lately. The leader, Lucifis especially. Lucifis has been lusting for blood way too often now, along with the rest of the Council, therefore making them distorted and clouded. Lucifis has been ordering attacks upon the Xanersis Pack over and over again, and many wolves, on both side have died. A war between the two hasn't been declared by either side yet, but it is imminent and every one knows it. All the wolves are fearful, for Lucifis is getting more agressive each day. Can they figure out what is driving Lucifis's agression? Or will war rage upon the land...?
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New Begining, Perhaps « Thread Started on Jun 21, 2007, 9:35pm »
Despite her effort to stay quiet Hydra’s paws seemed to have been making their own clamor with each ensuing step. The young female had grown wearisome and as a result, Hydra disregarded everything she had been taught as a pup about “smart traveling.” Hydra scoffed inwardly at the recollection. The tall, lithe female trudged along, certain that somebody was bound to see or smell her.
Well it didn’t matter anyways. It wasn’t as though she was making an effort to hide or sneak around. Hydra never really understood “wolf diplomacy,” but then again, maybe that’s why she was never a great leader? For now, the young gray wolf took in the sights and sounds of her environment. The scents were numerous here; they coalesced to create and interesting aggregate of smells that tickled her leathery black nose. Hydra’s bright green eyes were bright with what appeared to be a hint of uncertainty. She scanned the foliage that she noisily picked through. Well, where was everybody?
Everything was strangely silent and Hydra became vigilant. Her muscles tensed involuntarily and now the off-gray wolf traveled with more fluidity and grace, as if expecting to make a quick escape. Her nose was telling her there should be others nearby, but Hydra neither heard nor saw anyone. The young wolf stopped in her tracks, now fully alert. Why did everything feel so…off? Hydra had been through many territories before but none gave of such a peculiar ambiance as this. With a scowl planed firmly across her sharp features, Hydra continued onwards.
Normally Hydra would've been grateful for solitude, but right now the isolation made her anxious. She tried to reassure herself, assuming that there was some sort of herald out there announcing her presence to the Alphas right now. But something in the back of Hydra's mind told her this wasn't so. The land seemed desolate and almost...sad. It was a peculiar feeling that Hydra couldn't quite explain. Try as she might, the young gray wolf could not disregard the feeling that something had gone amiss. "Uh...hello?" Silence. Hydra's scowl deepened now into a frown. She raised her voice once more. "Look, I know I'm trespassing...but...uh..." Hydra trailed off, realizing how foolish she must sound should someone hear her. Hydra muttered incoherenly under her breath and reclined to her haunches. Okay so she'll wait. That's right. She'll wait for someone to come and see her. Hydra didn't understand why it unnerved her so much that she was alone. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact she had no idea where she was going or what she was getting herself into? Hydra assumed she would find out soon enough.
Re: New Begining, Perhaps « Reply #1 on Jun 22, 2007, 11:55am »
Broken rays of light peeked through the network of branches ahead, their limbs overloaded with leaves that whispered in the slight wind. A bird called, sounding neither disgruntled or cheerful, only calling out to one who would answer, it's throaty call resounding in the silence. A second answered, then another, though their notes were different, higher. And on the earth below, a figure stirred, roused to consciousness by their tunes. The rust hued figure hugged the tree; a velvety ear flattened against the bark by the dainty skull leaned against it. Sleepily, the jowls of that creature parted, letting loose a boisterous yawn that was not nearly as charming in its voice as the birds. But that didn’t seem to matter to the wolf, whose yellow eyes peered blearily around, oblivious to all but his misery. Hunger had reared its ugly head, and was stamping out all other thought. Indeed, it was throwing quite a tantrum, curling its stomach and snarling obnoxiously.
”Shut up...” Surprisingly, the voice was low, deep. Odd, when the canine looked so utterly feminine. But male he was, and he had no intention of hunting at the moment, for the weariness of sleeping had not yet released him. With another yawn, the male shoved off the tree and started forward. The day was hot and boring, and Flaired could hardly stand to move around. But move around he did, for he needed the weariness of sleep to release its hold on him. Unconsciously, he moved a little faster, wanting to shake it off, as well as the fact that he’d caught the smell of something, but didn’t realize it yet. But when he did, a curious look washed across his features. A wolf was here? At the borders?
Immediately, he bristled. Who knew what kind of wolves you’d find here. Half breeds, even full fledged Draculans. At the moment, he was too far away to note what breed the canine was. But he was drawing closer, closer. In moments, he’d be close enough. But in order to be safe, he needed to slow down, be silent. If it were a Draculan, he’d be in trouble, even if he could outrun them. Delicate nostrils flared as he sucked in the air, cataloged the scents, and let it slowly out again. Female. Were there no risk of danger, he would have been pleased at his luck, but the risk was too high. He slid around a tree, snake-like in his movements, though the pink mohawk was easily spotted. However, when he at last caught sight of the figure, heard her voice, he launched himself behind a tree and peered around in.
She seemed safe so far. Smirking, he leaned his head around and called, “We don’t mind trespassers so much, as long as you’re not a Draculan.” Flair sluiced her with an inquiring look, waiting for her answer.
Re: New Begining, Perhaps « Reply #2 on Jun 22, 2007, 1:33pm »
Hydra was aware of Flaired’s presence only after he had come very close. Though when she did catch wind of him, she stood and waited expectantly. Well it turned out her plan did work, even though it was rather unorthodox. But at least now she could ask somebody about this godforsaken place. Hydra froze for a moment. Was this a good idea? The female shook herself. Of course it was, and since when did she ever second-guess herself? Hydra took in a breath and feigned a look of tranquility that juxtaposed the vehement look in her bright green eyes.
Hydra lost all sense of composure as she spotted Flaired’s head poke out from behind the tree. She blinked a few times in disbelief. From where she stood, Hydra could see very little of the showy, pink mohawk; even so, the pink tendrils that she could see resulted in her standing wide-eyed with an astonished look planted across her face. “What the-.“ Hydra cut herself when the strange male began to speak. The tall, gray female found herself walking towards him. Her movements were quiet and effortless as she approached him. A Draculan? What the hell was that? Hydra frowned and stopped, leaving a bit of distance between herself and the stranger. “Did you just cuss at me?” The she-wolf made no attempt to keep her voice quiet. She spoke clearly and confidently, almost as though she was ready for an argument. “Come out where I can see you.” Well, Hydra wasn’t about to go anywhere near this guy. What if he was dangerous? The gray wolf figured it would only be fair if Flaired came out, what with her being completely exposed and out in the open.
Hydra leaned to one side so that she could get a better look at Flaried. Her stormy green eyes seemed to have been glued onto that pink mohawk of his. "Ahhh question. What is that?" Whatever tension Hydra had within was now gone. She remained guarded, standing straight and tall on all four limbs. Okay so she had a game plan. If this joker proved to be dangerous, she'd just make a run for it and try her luck on the other side of the forest line. For now, Hydra was content and curious.
Re: New Begining, Perhaps « Reply #3 on Jun 22, 2007, 2:09pm »
Flaired regarded the female with an equally baffled look. Never in his life had he had someone look at him like that, not unless they couldn't figure out if he was a boy or girl. And that expression was always replaced by shock and embarrassment when he carelessly answered their question without a word. His mouth turned up in a grin, remembering. But then he drifted back to the present, back to the chick that was looking at him so strangely. He'd had awe, appreciation, appraisal, astonishment, adoration, and anger as expressions directed toward him. And those were just the A's. But never had he had someone stare at him like he was something from another planet. Not that he particularly minded; any sort of attention was welcome. But really. Just because he looked a bit feminine…
Then again, he didn't even know if that was for that reason she gave him that look. But it was obviously something about him. Both non-existent brows winged up at her question, and he backtracked through his mind. Cuss at her? He hadn't thought he'd done anything of the sort. Loosing interest in her momentarily, he perused the forest, looking for anyone else that might have said something. There was no one. Was she hearing things then? It wouldn't be a surprise, they got all kinds of weirdoes nowadays. What with the Draculans terrorizing their kind, traumatizing them. It was only natural that people might get a little...eccentric.
But Flaired wasn't all for eccentric people, he preferred not to be confused every other moment, for his though his wit was sharp, he wasn't the brightest bulb in the bunch. “I didn’t cuss at you!” He called indignantly, flouncing out from behind the tree. Having realized she was not a vampire, he figured it safe to come out. Weak though he was, he was still a male, and could easily defend himself and take down a female. Or so he hoped. An amused look had washed across his features, finally realizing what had confused her so. He flicked the cap off his head, letting the rest of the Mohawk show, and grinning cheekily over at her. “It’s fur, what’s it look like, doll face?” He returned, tagging on the usual pet names.
Re: New Begining, Perhaps « Reply #4 on Jun 22, 2007, 5:48pm »
Hydra’s chartreuse eyes were all over Flaired the moment he stepped out from behind the tree. Hydra was convinced that now she had seen everything. The tall, young wolf peered at him through narrowed eyes. She eased herself once more onto her haunches and actually relaxed. Perhaps Hydra thought any wolf sporting pink fur couldn’t be all that dangerous. She and Flaired shared the same thoughts about each other, except the only difference was Hydra was pretty confident she could take down Flaired, should they get in a brawl. The thought was soon dismissed, however, when Flaired claimed that he did not cuss at her. “Okay then what the heck is a Draculan?” Hydra watched him closely now; her features were blank and expressionless.
All was fine and dandy for Hydra up until the point Flaired had regarded her as “doll face.” Her nose wrinkled in evident disgust. “Doll face? Call me Hydra. Save the terms of endearment for your brats. Please.” Hydra bristled, though that was the extent of her aggression. Now really, getting into a fight on the first day won’t make too good of an impression. Although, taking a swipe or two at that stupid grin of his would’ve probably been therapeutic for Hydra. The female calmed herself, feeling only slightly apologetic for her discourtesy.
Hey, at least he took off his hat for her. Hydra looked at the vivid pink mohawk in all its glory. She was amazed and appalled all the same. Hydra was careful not to let these emotions show, because to her, this guy seemed like the kind who would relish the attention. “Weird. Doesn’t it get in the way? God. It looks like it can have a mind of its own.” Hydra concentrated her efforts in sounding indifferent and even dismayed. She had an urge to touch it. The mohawk that is. Of course, Hydra would never demean her integrity by doing such an act! Or would she? The female allowed her forelimbs to slide down, so that she rested on her stomach. For the moment, her attention began to meander.
The gray she-wolf looked over her shoulder, towards what she would eventually recognize as Draculan lands. “Hey so is it just me or does this place feel sad to you?” Hydra didn’t know what kind of answer she would get. Maybe he wouldn’t even know what she was talking about. Maybe this whole damn place was filled with crazy wolves with mohawks! Hydra squirmed inwardly. Ahhh, she’d definitely be the odd one in this pack, should she decide to stay. At this point Hydra wasn’t sure what she would do. The place just felt weird and its residents…well, she could say the same of them.
Re: New Begining, Perhaps « Reply #5 on Jun 22, 2007, 6:20pm »
Flaired's look was confused. What was a Draculan? Did she not know? What planet was she from. Although he supposed she might not be from around here, and that would explain things. But still. What else were the vampire wolves called, if not Draculan? Vampires? How boring. But Flair didn't like to dwell on that species very much; he loathed them. So he only tipped his head and continued to regard her in a curious way, a way he rarely looked at females. "Draculan are the vampire wolves that live in that direction." He tipped his chin to away from them, looking somber. "I was worried you were one of them, but I guess not. You better watch out though, you're on the border. They sometimes come around here." This was one reason why he was so good at running. You had to be, unless you decided to take them on, which wasn't a good idea if you were alone. They usually came to the border in groups.
The arrogant philanderer blanched at her caustic remark. And then he returned her words with a pout. He hadn't meant it as an endearment, it was just habit. But she could have it her way; he didn't care. He'd just have to remember not to say things like that. But it wasn't like she'd be around long, he didn't think. Not unless Naomi came along to accept her into the pack. His mouth tipped up slightly; he'd realized that the names he tagged at the end usually did end up in his learning their real names. And it had happened against. The grin broadened. "Hydra, then. I'm Flaired, call me whatever." Unlike her, Flaired didn't care what he was called. The most interesting thing anyone had come up with was 'Egotistical Lump of Meat." He'd been find with it, had liked it even. It was creative.
He flipped the mohawk, the front being more like locks of regular hair, for the cap had flattened them. "It might get in the way, but only over one eye. Anyway, I wear this cap," He caught the brim in his mouth. "to 'eep it oudda da way." Flaired flipped it back into place, looking stoic just to keep a sheepish smile from taking over feminine facade. He caught her looking behind her, and this time, the seriousness was real. "I guess it's pretty sad here. Sometimes you get misfits. Half-breeds who don't know where they belong. And there's always the horror of the Draculan lands hanging over this place. It’s tainted, in my opinion, even though its still Xanersis lands."
He pushed away from the tree, looking as if his thoughts had gone elsewhere. Much a like a vulture, he made a wide circle around Hydra. He'd even spread his wings a little, just to enhance the bird-like actions, as if he knew exactly what he was acting like. And then a wicked grin formed. "You're obviously not from around here. Where're you from?"
Re: New Begining, Perhaps « Reply #6 on Jun 24, 2007, 10:28pm »
Vampire wolves? Wonderful. Hydra recoiled at the thought. Her bright green eyes skimmed the distant horizon and for a moment Hydra was inquisitive. Okay so she had been a pack where “magic” was an ordinary obsession. A vampiric wolf wasn’t too far-fetched of a concept for Hydra to grasp. The bordering lands looked melancholy almost and despite the sorrow that seemed to bleed over the lands Hydra was drawn to the idea of there being vampiric wolves. What an interesting combination. Of course, Hydra wouldn’t ever dream of joining such ranks. Her ears perked up just as Flaired’s last words had registered. ”Don’t you think we’d be able to sniff ‘em out before they got close?” Hydra wondered how it was possible that mere thoughts of the Draculan could result in such a mood change in Flaired.
”Then Flaired it is.” She said nonchalantly. She watched his performance with the cap and didn’t bother hiding the look of revelation that crept its way onto the sharp features of her face. ”Aren’t you worried that that hairdo of yours would be easily spotted by those Draculans?” It wasn’t a serious question. That was just Hydra being somewhat of a jerk, incognito. She didn’t expect him to answer that question, so she moved on almost immediately. ”Why doesn’t your pack get rid of them? I know they are vampires, but how many of them are there?” That seemed legit to Hydra. If you got pesky neighbors then get rid of them. But then again Hydra reconsidered her suggestion and realized before Flaired even said anything that her proposal was a bit unsound. She made a face and repented her words almost instantly.
Now Hydra watched Flaired as he circled around her. His actions didn’t anger her, but she did find herself slightly goaded. Irritation was quickly replaced with indifference when the showy male flaunted his wings like a bird. Hydra had seen many different kinds of wings in her youth. She always found that wolves with wings were a bit more…what was the word? Ungraceful. So would she too, sprout a pair of wings if she decided to live here? Probably. Hydra was mildly disappointed and she involuntarily looked over at her back where prospective wings would cover the dark gray ‘saddle mark.’ Hydra looked back over at Flair. ”Are those things functional? Well if they were at least the Xanersis wolves would have a means of escape from those Draculans, right?
Hydra was taken slightly aback at his question. Where was she from? Did it really matter? The tall, lissome female shrugged haphazardly. ”Where am I from? Nowhere worth mentioning, actually.” She spoke rather dismissively. She pushed herself back up onto her limbs and stretched. Once again, Hydra found herself thinking about the vampiric wolves and the lands opposite this one. She turned and looked over once more, this time staying her gaze so that she could get a better look. Her eyes looked fiery and alive and it was easy to tell that Hydra’s mind was brewing with questions. She knew better than to probe about what seemed to be the adversaries of a pack she was most likely going to join. But still. It was all very, very interesting…
Re: New Begining, Perhaps « Reply #7 on Jun 26, 2007, 8:01pm »
Flaired had lost interest in what she was saying. Indeed, he was quite busy dreaming about a place like where she’d come from, a place where the danger of a vampire’s bite didn’t loom over you at every moment. A place that was far more safe. And even the prospect of visiting a place where wolves didn’t have wings was far too interesting. He simply must leave this place to see such a sight. But then he remembered that to do so would mean leaving his friends, so he supposed he’d only do such a stunt in his dreams, if his unimaginative mind could even conjure up such an earthly paradise. Still lost in such thoughts, it took the male a moment to register the female’s latest words, and when he did a shrug lifted his shoulder. “I suppose you could. It still doesn’t mean you can out run them. Of course it’s perfectly possible, but I assume they use the wind to disguise their scent, you know? They make sure they come at you when the wind is blowing in their direction.” He wasn’t privy to the details of how the vampires were able to so efficiently sneak up on the Xanersis and in truth he didn’t care. Whatever their methods, all he knew was that they were dangerous.
Flaired’s mouth tipped into a delighted grin. She seemed inordinately fascinated with this particular trait of his, and by no small measure did it stroke his ego. Even if she was more baffled then in fascination by the attribute put a damper on his limelight. In fact, he simply seemed to swell and bask in the attention, whatever the type. “Sure, its easy to spot. I’m no more worried about it then anything else though. No doubt some of the Draculan’s are bright as well.” He looked thoughtful, as if he was remembering something. “Though it was by she means as boisterous in color as mine, I once saw a female Draculan with a blood-red stripe. She chased me for ages. Were she a Xanersis, I wouldn’t have minded, but her intentions were to kill me rather then...” His words grew softer, and his look was amused. Then as if he were a light being flipped off, his demeanor changed from the smirk hinted with innuendo to a frown. “There are loads of them. I’ve never ventured to the place where they hang around, but there are probably more of them then there are us. To go against them might as well be suidicde.”
After a moment, he countenance particularly brightened, for he’d never been one to stay pessimistic for long. He halted his circling, looking bemused. “These?” He asked, lifting a wing as if he hadn’t known what she meant. But he’d known, and proved it when he shoved up into the air, beating the wings lazily for a moment, then descending. “Perfectly usable. We can’t stay up long though, we’re not birds with hollow bones. We’re to heavy to stay up in the air too long.” That was the downfall to their escape route. It was too risky to go to high, for the wings tired easily, so they were forced to fly low, low enough that the vampires could catch them without too much trouble once they landed again. Flying through the trees was slow business. He explained this to her, using his paws for emphasis every now and then, much a like a human would.
The arrogant guy frowned; disheartened by her unwillingness to disclose the area she’d come from. Maybe it was some sort of secret society where only the privileged could go. The very idea made that disappointment fly away, only to be replaced by an even heavier curiosity. But he wouldn’t force her to tell; he might find out eventually, should she learn to trust him. “Oh, alright. I’m from here, obviously.” He looked serious, all though his statement had been rather preposterous. Of course he was from here.
Re: New Begining, Perhaps « Reply #8 on Jun 26, 2007, 8:40pm »
Hydra listened to Flaired and forbade herself to ask any more questions, at least for now. Flaired’s explanations helped her understand a bit of what was going on around the place, but because Hydra had not witnessed a Draculan nor their disparaging conduct first hand, Hydra was unable to grasp the true hopelessness of the pack’s circumstances. She watched Flaired closely as he demonstrated and explained “wolf flight.” ”I wonder when I’ll get ‘em.” Hydra was only thinking out loud. For a moment Hydra looked sleepy as the animated male began to recite the story about the Draculan female. Towards the conclusion of Flaired’s story, however, Hydra looked at him in mild disbelief. ”She was chasing after you huh?” Well…Hydra was always an avid believer in the saying, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Of course, she wouldn’t disclose such information to Flaired. He might think she was a traitor or something. Not that she wasn’t. Hydra really was a traitor; at least, she was a well-known traitor in one of her former packs. She shrugged and tried to look indifferent. Perhaps it would be wiser to join the Dracluan? After all, they seem to be more powerful. When it came down to it, Hydra would give up her morals in an instant if it ensured her survival. Hydra knew that many wolves would look down upon her for her decisions, but this never concerned her. The tall, young female was almost certain that Flaired would be the same way.
The young wolf pawed at the ground absentmindedly. ”Okay better question…how many are there of you?”’ Hydra craned her neck to look over at Flaired.
So what was she to do then? For now, Hydra would settle on residing on Xanersis grounds. She disregarded the gnawing anxiety in the back of her mind telling her that this could bring much trouble and grief into her life, should she stay. Hydra just needed a place to live! After she has “settled in” maybe then she would consider a move, if things started looking rough. Young Hydra was ignorant to the fact that joining Draculan ranks would probably be nigh impossible for her. She was still naïve and knew too little about the other pack, and underestimated them. Perhaps this was Hydra’s first mistake in her new home.
Re: New Begining, Perhaps « Reply #9 on Jun 27, 2007, 10:03pm »
Were Flaired a reader of minds, he would have tried to explain a little better. It was true, the Xanersis really did have a lot to worry about, but so did the Draculans. In truth, both were in danger of dying out, give or take a few issues. For the Draculan's, it was the risk of losing their prey. Their food source was dwindling, and soon they'd have to expand outward to find more food. For the Xanersis, their main issue was becoming the target of the Draculan's meals. There was no way they could breed fast enough to keep the race from dying out. But as it was, he had no such talent, and thus could not reassure her. It wouldn’t really matter anyway, not unless she was staying. His mouth tipped up slightly- as it was, she looked more freaked out by him and their breeds, and probably did not intend to stay. A pity, since living on the ‘wild side’ was exhilaration, if not a tad dangerous. Okay, maybe more then a tad.
“Wonder when you’ll get what?” Flaired asked curiously, having tuned in just in time to catch her words. It was unusual, the fact that he kept spacing out. It was unlike him- he was usually so attentive. But she was a newcomer, and they didn’t come along often. That alone gave him something to think about, and the fact that her words had added onto the heap of thoughts that whirled like and out-of-control cyclone in his head. His question was forgotten as he frowned at her. “Yes, chasing me.” Was that so unbelievable? “Hungry, no doubt. Starved. Their food sources are scarce nowadays, I would presume. Their hunger- their thirst- is voracious. I look like easy game.” His expression was amused.
Sighing, he shoved up from his place on the ground, peering around. He wasn’t comfortable here, never would be. It wasn’t that he was a coward; he just preferred to avoid fights if he could. It was both for the sake of his vanity, and his own safety. Flaired could claim to be good at speed, agility...but brute strength? Right. He had enough muscle to hold his own, but... Lord tossed his head, shoving away the thoughts. There was no sense worrying.
One brow winged up, and he slid off in the direction opposite the Draculan lands. “I’m not sure exactly. There are enough of us that you aren’t buddy-buddy with everyone.” He shrugged slightly. “If you want, I can take you there.” He wasn’t at all sure he was supposed to be doing that, but since Naomi wasn’t here, he figured he’d risk it. Anyway, the Alphess was too kind hearted to bully Flaired anyway, he assumed.
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Re: New Begining, Perhaps « Reply #10 on Jun 27, 2007, 10:13pm »
The terrain had changed and even now the scents were much different. Barlain stopped in his tracks and slowly opened his eyes that had been closed for a while. He looked around twisting his head to the side gently as if it would snap his neck with its weight. He seemed groggy and true he was, but not from a lack of sleep. Rather, Barlain was tired of fighting his hunger and a large part of him was happy now that he was not among the others. They did not know what he was and he wanted to keep it that way.
However safe his secret was away from them it now suddenly seemed to be threatened once more. His nose burned with the scent of the Xanersis markers and he knew that he had crossed the border. A low growl erupted from him as his neck fur rose in anticipation. If the Draculan Council wolves had not been far behind him it would do no good for him to give into his hunger for wolf flesh. Barlain couldn't be sure though that they were indeed behind him for he knew that he had drifted off for some time.
'Ahh, but what lack of fun that would be,' a small voice whispered to him. A wicked grin spread across his features as he dug his claws in the earth for a moment. His imagination ran wild with him and for a moment he felt almost as if the metallic taste of blood was filling his mouth. He shook this vision from his head and slowly padded forth maneuvering his massive form between the trees and grasses. The strong scent of the Xanersis wolves suddenly seemed too much, but it was not long before the figure of two loomed before him. "Well, well... what do we have here," he said softly to himself not sure that they could even hear.
Re: New Begining, Perhaps « Reply #11 on Jun 27, 2007, 11:54pm »
Damn, everyone had their problems nowadays! Hydra was not surprised some sort of struggle had festered in the heart of the Draculan lands. For a brief moment the Draculan territory did not seem as appealing to Hydra; Hydra wanted to stay in a place that would best guarantee her survival. Well, Flaired seemed nice enough, and judging from his character Xanersis terrain must not have been that bad. So what would it come down to? The pack in risk of famine or the pack in risk of falling prey? It was a tough decision and for now, she shoved the query to the back of her mind. The young, gray wolf was certain she was over-analyzing the situation. In the end, everything would fall into place…at least that’s what she had assumed. ”Nevermind.” Came Hydra’s flippant reply. She remained silent for some time until Flair had offered to take her to the others. Hydra nodded and was taken slightly aback by the pack’s apparent leniency towards strangers.
”Yea, take me there.” She said quickly, and slapped on a hasty ‘please’ at the end of her “request.” She tried to look apologetic for her impoliteness, but her attempt was futile. Her bright green eyes were burning with curiosity and malice. She turned to follow after Flair, but before she did so Hydra chanced a glimpse towards the Draculan horizon.
Her eyes were not so horrible where she could not make out the advancing silhouette of a wolf. Hydra turned around and followed the male’s figure with her stormy green eyes. Her ears were slanted slightly forwards as she focused in on the approaching form. Her head was lifted to some extent, not as an act of dominance, but in order to better catch the strange wolf’s scent. Hydra neither bristled nor relaxed, instead, she was more alert and on guard. All in all, Hydra looked rather ‘wolfish’ (surprise surprise). Without turning back to look at Flaired, Hydra spoke calmly, ”So who’s that?” The tall, slender female stood still as Barlain made his way towards herself and Flaired.
Re: New Begining, Perhaps « Reply #12 on Jun 28, 2007, 11:52am »
Flaired's mouth tipped up in a smirk. So she'd chosen to stick with their side, for the time being anyway. But it wasn't like the Draculans would accept her, would they? Of course, he could be wrong...But didn't they hate the 'inferior race' more then anything? And it wasn't like one could simply become a vampire, not without pain. His insides curled. And who would choose to live off the lives of others? He certainly wouldn't, but maybe everyone didn't think the same way he did. Not that he was saying Hydra would disagree with his ideals. Noting that she'd started to follow him, he flounced onward.
That was only for a moment of course, since her words interrupted him. "Who's...Who?" And then he seemed to come to his senses, the latter word in his inquiry lagging slowly behind. Stunned that they'd been snuck up upon so easily, and worried that their 'visitor' was a Draculan, Flair spun around so fast anyone in his vicinity would have been smacked roughly with his tail. Ahead of him now, since they'd both about-faced, Hydra was staring at a figure coming toward them. For the moment, Flair was unable to catch the scent. So he had to rely on his eyes. Feeling rising dread, arrogant tramp caught no signs of the misshapen shape on the being’s sides that would be wings. So it was either a newcomer, or a Draculan.
As he’d told himself before, newcomers were scarce. What were the chances of two in one day? Little to none. It was a Draculan. And as the wind changed directions, the slight breeze wheeling to caress his face, the answers to his questions were proved. He was right. “That,” Flaired returned, smirking coolly in the direction of the newest arrival, “Is a Draculan.” He ambled back to the female’s side, looking half bemused, half annoyed. Was he trying to be brave, wondering in alone on the Xanersis lands? Going through with a dare? Sure, there were only two now, but other Xanersis could easily come along. Bristling, but not quite ready to show any sign of attacking, he stood in stony silence.
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