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Post by PuppyThief on Oct 17, 2012 9:45:25 GMT -5
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"May Angels Guide You"
With elated steps, the red-mottled lupus moved along the shoreline, thoughts spinning around this possible new home to which he was going. As soon as he had heard about Godarti, he knew that it was to be his destination; perfectly fit for the stubby veteran, at least if it lived up to the rumors, not just located near the ocean but perfectly surrounded by it, and with a structure not unlike that of his old pack. The boy was a soldier to heart. Life alone didn't suit him at all! He needed something to fight for, someone to fight with; A cause! ...And comrades wouldn't be bad either.
A tight smirk alit the bulky man's face, when the isthmus first came into view. Bright, lime-hued eyes glittered in the afternoon light, short, dense limbs stretched strongly in firm, confident strides; Alright, let's met the general! As he closed in on the borderlands, he made his call: one, short, guttural noise, informing whomever was patrolling the border that a stranger was seeking admittance in their ranks. He stopped at the edge of the isthmus, wrinkling his nose a tad at the clearly marked border. Making sure to stay outside of the land claimed by Godarti, Volpe took a seat and waited patiently; tail slowly tapping the damp sand. I just hope they come soon or I'll have to spend the night here... His eyes absently trailed the waves, brushing in over the small strip of land in front of him. Waiting, just waiting...
Word count: 252
Steps Thoughts ”Words”
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Post by QUINN on Nov 9, 2012 17:44:07 GMT -5
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there was something different in the air, a disturbance at the borders. new blood was knocking at godarti's door. the proximity set off alarm bells in the heads of every defender. shadows shifted, eyes searched, senses knew. the island awoke, and set its judging gaze on the isthmus and the outside world.
jace's paws hit the ground. eyes as white as arctic ice cut through foliage and shade, focusing on sand and slate blue waves. it was time, once more, for him to leave his domain and assess the qualifications of a foreigner. the king enjoyed this duty, but mirth would not be evident in his demeanor. the herculean force carved a path through the forest, leaving life curled and trampled behind him. he was stoic, threatening. he would represent godarti's heart and strength, leaving no question that awry intentions would be punished.
the isthmus gave him the chance to size up his company, as well as a distance of time that ideally caused the stranger to think once more about their objectives and display.
and then time was up; the performance was on, and from betwixt the rex's jaws issued a single command.
"speak."
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Post by PuppyThief on Nov 11, 2012 15:12:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,550,true] | [atrb=background,http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/3046/volpebackground.png] His wait, though not short, did not come to last the night. A figure appeared in the distance, emerging from the island forests to step onto his isthmus; bright white pelt standing clearly against the dark, wet sand. It was a beast of a wolf that approached the prospect at the border, muscle bulking under the black-tainted pristine fleece, and pale eyes staring ruthlessly at the opposer.
As soon as Volpe got the first glimpse of him, he stood and straightened his back; ears flat, tail lowered and gaze directed respectfully at a spot just below the superior's own eyes. The picture of professional submissiveness; Soldato! And then the word fell, single, blunt and icy.
Accustomed as the boy was to following orders, he wasted no time in analyzing the command, but spoke instantly; "I come to seek admittance amongst the warriors of Godarti, sir! It is my wish to devote my allegiance to your cause." Masculine baritone laced in the rough, barking associated with military-men, the scared boy delivered his words quickly and efficiently. He spoke with power and truth, and meanwhile his body was a picture of both strength, submission and experience.
Word count: 194
Steps Thoughts ”Words”
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Post by QUINN on Nov 15, 2012 22:04:42 GMT -5
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jace did not disrupt the stoic display he had chosen to take as his persona. while the foreigner proceeded to submit and obey, the void-colored paladin gave no indication of the calculations at work within his mind. behind an unrelenting gaze, jace analyzed this male's body type, posture, inflection, diction, and facial expressions, discerning truth and worth. this job was among the most important that the king undertook. he himself was an outsider to the godarti blood, and his throne was held tightly yet with meticulous care. it was an act in which if he erred just once, the very world would collapse upon him. certainly, he couldn't allow more changes to occur than his presence already forced upon the pack. and that meant every enlistee had to fit the godarti bill perfectly.
"and what do you perceive to be our cause?"
the question was a test. anyone could hear whispers and then claim to know a story. misconceptions about godarti and its values absolutely could not be allowed to pass the isthmus and poison or upset jace's people.
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