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Post by PuppyThief on Oct 27, 2012 15:10:02 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,550,true] | [atrb=background,http://img515.imageshack.us/img515/322/drestigbackground.png] He'd reached the coast the previous evening, spending the night in a small cave overlooking the ocean; sleeping poorly with the constant disturbance of the waves crashing onto the beach. Others might find that sound calming, but to Drestig Avalon it was nothing but noise! He awoke early, even before the sun, and set off grumpily along the shoreline. As the countless days before, his steps had no purpose, his travels no goal; and it was starting to infuriate him.
For almost a year now, the black loner had been wandering aimlessly, enjoying the simple pleasures of freedom and solitude... But it was beginning to get old; VERY old! He was bored, and the thought of even one more day on his own was excruciating. The boy needed something to challenge him, someone preferably, both intellectually and physically; it is limited how much sport you can get out of hare and young dear. So in short, Drestig had decided to seek pack life, not a sliver of doubt in his mind that any group of wolves would be lucky to have him. The question was just which pack to ask admittance in, and that was what he was debating as he trotted along the Glasnost coast while the sun slowly arose far out in front of him. And a scent caught his nose...
All higher brain function clicked off as he inhaled this odor, striking a cord deep within his being that he didn't even know existed. Even if he'd stopped to analyze this smell, and the reaction it sprouted in him, he wouldn't have been able to explain what it was. The only thing he could say with certainty was that it was familiar, and ad the same time it was a scent he hadn't met before in his life.
But this observation didn't take place at all, because as soon as his nostrils flared with the new scent, he set off running. The black wolf was a good sprinter, and every ounce of strength in his lean body was at this moment put into doing just that; running. Towards the origin of the smell up ahead. Along the shoreline where the waves still splashed against the sand, the noise completely deafened by the beating of his heart beating in his ears.
His legs brought him to a, at first glance anonymous, spot on the beach; his snout raised high in the air, nostrils wide as he stopped to figure out what was going on. He tracked the smell to a clear outline on the edge of the beach: the unmistakable scent-markings of an alpha wolf. But... How..? Why would the smell of alpha male seem so familiar..? Drestig wondered, furrowing his brow as the blood slowly started circulating in his brain again. He examined the spot again, another thought becoming increasingly pressing as he paced back and forth along the water's edge where the scent-line stretched; Why on earth would anyone mark their territory HERE?!
It took many moments, a time span he would later blame on his flustered state of mind, before the young man realized that the water beyond the line was much shallower than that of the ocean around it. That's when he raised his head and noticed the island in the distance, glowing orange eyes narrowing to see through the morning fog; An isthmus! Probably flooded throughout the night, making the island an ideal place for a pack; If I ever decided to become an alpha, I would certainly claim a place EXACTLY like this for my pack. He thought to himself, while he sat back and waited for the tide to retract from the small sliver of land connecting this foreign pack to the rest of the land; wonderings about the strange familiarity of an alpha's scent temporarily exiled to the back of his brain.
And when the wet sand was bared in the golden morning sunlight, he rose from his spot and called out with power and self-confidence that he was here, and stepped forwards; not knowing what would soon meet him.
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Post by QUINN on Nov 11, 2012 10:43:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,504,true] | [atrb=background,http://img805.imageshack.us/img805/1259/lynjacebg.png] KING OF KINGS nnnnnnn_______on your knees dogs
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. but as he drew near, something different stirred the air. a sense of familiarity in scent and form stood before him, dredging up memories that long since been forced from his mind. it unnerved the dynast slightly, and he became even more defensive than was normally called for.
when the last step was placed, he allowed a significant silence to choke the air, colorless eyes looking this foreigner up and down, sizing him up and secretly begging for the answer to this growing puzzle.
at last, he returned to the script, and gave that familiar edict.
"speak."
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Post by PuppyThief on Nov 20, 2012 11:35:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,550,true] | [atrb=background,http://img515.imageshack.us/img515/322/drestigbackground.png] He merely moved a few steps when the white figure appeared in the distance, morning light reflecting like gold on the pristine hairs. Freezing in place, the dark boy's lean muscles tensed under the tight fleece as a fresh wave of the familiar scent swept over him. Tangelo orbs shone with a heat rivaling that of the rising sun, fixed on the pallid beast that approached slowly, fine details of his form becoming apparent with each new step. Slowly they drew to each other, until only a small sliver of air separated the two. Then came the silence.
Who are you? Where do I know you from?! Say something! Drestig could hear his heart beat, slow, loud thumbs, like the rhythm of paws against solid ground. Thumb, thumb, thumb... None of them spoke. They barely breathed... Piercing pale eyes staring into flaming orange's, both of them wishing for the other one to explain everything.
Then the words finally fell, sending a wave of electricity through the air, temporarily shorting the dark mans brain. The voice was masculine, deep and authoritarian; But echoing in it was a young, high-pitched yelp, a fragmented memory suddenly brought to the surface. A new, tense silence spread and for the first time since he could remember, Drestig Avalon found himself speechless. His eyes widened and his breath stalled in the back of his throat, while he desperately tried to get control of his jumbled thoughts; No way! It... It can't be! Can it?! But... How?! Surely it was a mistake. His mind playing a mean trick on him. but yet...
In the end, as he finally got control of his vocal cords, he couldn't hold back from asking the ridiculous question, from giving the childish hopes voice; "Jace..?" A long pause ensued, and then: "Is... Is that really you?!"
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