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Post by »Ιmαgε on Dec 15, 2008 20:38:29 GMT -5
AvenirI've stumbled on something interesting. . .The tawny paws landed heavily, the scent given off was a clear statement that the owner didn't care if she was found on this land or not. This particular wolf had roamed the lands since she was a whelp, carried along by human hands oh-so long ago. Her brawny color flashed in the harsh winds that buffeted her lean bodice around, threatening to toss her off into the ever rushing wind if she wasn't careful and kept her wits about her. Blue gems sparkled, and a single howl lifted into the sun's bright glow. Her reason for visiting this new land? Unknown.
The wind had calmed considerably and Avenir simply sat, awaiting the arrival of this acclaimed ruler. Her medicine bag hung loosely around her scrawny neck, the contents hidden well within, not allowing mortal eyes to view them. That had always been one thing Avenir had kept from the world. Her little bag that she constantly tossed around with her. Some rumored it to hold Avenir's very soul. Others were less believing, thinking it to only be a simple rock or what not. Today though, Avenir had relayed a rather exotic item with her, held within the bag that was so heavily spoken about. It was for the specific purpose of an aid to Benestripe's Alpha.
The flapping of a bird's wings sounded over head and Avenir didn't so much as flinch once the sooty raven's talons connected with her right shoulder. Crainte was the bird's equally French namesake, one that, once decoded in their Native language, meant simply "fear". Avenir had found him as a featherling, taking him along and nursing him to health to be her aid in the mystical powers she owned. The two had become very good friends, and although Crainte couldn't speak in regular wolf, it was probably for the best--most things he said were utterly offending to others.
It was a strange sight that this Alpha or Alphaess would walk upon--a rather wondrous wolf with a regal looking raven. Hrm.
"Savez mon plus cher - c'est seulement le commencement..." . . .can you tell what it is? Or will I tell you?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ooc- I edited the post I used with Mirage since me and kaddie didn't get very far with it, and it give me muse. :D
Translation:
Savez mon plus cher - c'est seulement le commencement... - Know my dearest--this is only the beginning. . . [/sup][/color][/right]
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Post by Bengal Brat on Dec 16, 2008 15:51:29 GMT -5
Shanook
Anything important... "Savez mon plus cher - c'est seulement le commencement..."
The unusual lyrics of a strange femmora flowed through the open air, right into the twin towers of a powerful looking wolf. The pelt of a flame-red and brown stockings atop hard muscles was quite a contrast to the cold eyes blacker than the darkness of a starless midnight sky. What is this? Like he didn't know... judging by the tone and language in which the song was spoken in, Shanook, the all mighty alpha of these lands, had no doubt in his sick, twisted mind that Avenir, legendary fortune teller of Sobibor, had come to put his own future to words; how pleasant.
After a few moments of trotting through a silence that was so thick it could be cut with a knife, Nook found himself near where the land of Benstripe Woods ceased and Solita Forest began. A tawny vix sat back on her haunches with a raven almost as black as the brute's pools perched calmly on her scrawny shoulder. He knew she would soon come, but it was honestly quite a surprise to see that the bag that was often said to be around her neck was bulgy; there was something inside, no doubt about that.
"To what do I owe this visit, Avenir?"
No smirk was present upon the thin lips of the raping machine. Strange.... However, that didn't matter even the slightest bit right now. Shanook silently moved forward with strong legs longer than those of your average wolf, only to plant himself firmly a few paces away, a respectful distance no doubt. As much as he'd absolutely love to get rid of the wolfess who intruded upon his land with no invitation whatsoever, Nook held himself back; Avenir was posing no threat to the brute himself or to his pack of many wolves. Perhaps she had information for him that could come of some use. I'll just have to wait and see... ...for you to say? ooc: eeewwwwwww... it sucks! |
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Post by nightfeather on Dec 16, 2008 18:19:06 GMT -5
Hanneloreyou can't guide me;;A white wolf in the dead of winter...what a sight to behold. If you looked deep, you would see the beautiful silver hairs in her pelt, making it almost glitter in the harsh sunlight. The beautiful pelt belonged to none other than Hannelore, a strange yet cheerful wolf who spoke German. She pranced around gracefully, her tail almost curled like an Akita. Her spring green orbs were closed as she smiled and hummed one her favorite songs. But then she stopped dead in her tracks. Slate-colored nose twitched as it sniffed the crisp air. An intruder! Hannelore growled and trotted fast to the source, hackled raised and fur bristling. Then the strangest sound entered her ears. Was that French? Calming down, but inquisitive, Hanne ran to the wolf that spoke the odd lyrics.
Then she heard her leader's voice rumble. Oh how she loved his voice. But not particularly him. He wasn't her type. Just his voice. The creamy white wolf heard Shanook speak the stranger's name. Avenir. Hanne pushed herself through a bush and her spring green eyes observed them sitting together. Gaze flickered from Shanook to rest on Avenir. A violent shiver ran down the white wolf's back at the sight of the female. Some was different about her...
Hanne revealed her full body and her light, high voice sounded, in German, no less. Her voice was directed at Shanook. "Wer ist sie?" Then her tone changed, a bit tense but somewhat welcoming, directed at Avenir. "Kommst du aus, Avenir?"
Hannelore took a seat near her alpha and eyed the intruder warily. ;;I'll choose my own pathWer ist sie? = Who is she?
Kommst du aus, Avenir? = Where do you come from, Avenir? [roughly translated]
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Post by 'Sanura on Dec 16, 2008 23:49:31 GMT -5
Spindle A new found strength is growing...Spindle walked through the woods her tiny pups following closely behind. They were about two months old now and they delighted Spindle's soul from the day they were born. One nuzzled gently against her, that would be Shine, whilst Tori rambled rebelliously far from her mother. Spindle looked on them both lovingly and licked her daughters head. It was amazing the change that had come over the wolf since her daughter's birth. A flash of sorrow flashed across her eyes as she thought of her son but then it was gone just as quickly. She had grown much in the past few months after Shanook had forcebred her. The fear of that day had bloomed into happiness and Spindle could hold no bitterness in her heart against him, but that did not mean she trusted him. She feared still, oh yes deep in her soul she still feared, more than she ever had before for now she had two precious lives to care for.
While their mother was deep in thought Tori stumbled upon a group of wolves speaking. Her tiny wolf ears could not understand all that was spoken since the dialect was strange to her. She waited and soon she felt her mother's presence behind her. Warm rich tones spilled from her lips in a soft whisper,
Mommy, what's going on?
But her mother's eyes were not on her but on one of the wolves in the meeting. Tori had never seen the wolf before but the frightened look in her mother's eye caused the tiny pup to draw backward toward her sister nestled deep in her mother's fur. All three eyes peered out of the dark brush as the strange meeting continued.
...for now my life has purpose. For;;
Word Count;; 345.
Muse Level;; Eh.
Comments;; Anger would you mind if I just roleplay both pups? Also I sped up their age a bit, and hope no one minds me jumping in.  |
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Post by Bengal Brat on Dec 17, 2008 7:57:25 GMT -5
ooc: that's perfectly fine, Sunny.  *waits for Immy*
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Post by »Ιmαgε on Dec 19, 2008 16:07:54 GMT -5
Aviner Hold my gaze for as long as you can. . ."To what do I owe this visit, Avenir?"
The brawny wolf held her pose as Shanook's larger bodice met hers. There was a huge size gap between the two wolves; Aviner raced along like a wiry, skimpy female while Shanook strutted around with his rippling and uncountable muscles. Still, the uninvited wolfess was one to be respected and one who would accept no less. The vixen's calmly gazing blue optics caught the baron watching her with unrivaled interest, his audits perked to possibly view her bagged contents. Avi let out a little chuckled, her eyes dancing with merriment and a joke all her own.
"I have a curio for you, Shanook, Alpha of Benestripe Woods."
"La Crainte, l'erreur de mon sac et enlève la dentelle."
The fem's narrowed snout tossed upward, allowing her avian friend passage to a slip knot underneath the pouch. Cranite easily dispatched the tied leather, holding the loose ends roughly in his beak. His talons clicked like flint as they hit the dismal rock, gently placing the purse down before unfolding a pocket on the right side. Some other flowers and herbs stuck out of the left side; Aviner simply made a quick grin at the Alpha before looking back at her ebony friend and making a small smile. The flowers were a pretty arrangement; a mixture of purples, blues, and pinks flooded the pouch. Cranite fianlly released the sacred item, lifting it up to Aviner's teeth as she precariously grabbed it with her pearly whites.
Much quicker than he had removed it, Cranite ascended to Avi's arch once again, securely tying the leather bulwark. The crow's feathered wings flapped and he sat silent on the ess's right shoulder. Aviner now stepped forward, muttering an ancient incantation between her clamped jaws before fully showing her prize.
"L'esprit dépêchant d'eau, je demande de votre pouvoir pour embrasser cette brute. L'entrée votre pouvoir dans cette amulette de travail de mine ; il permettre de diriger cet Alpha à travers son règne. Les bénédictions du wolfess et avian partent."
Her words graced the air, a small glow of blue surrounding the water orb before turning a perfect ocean color. It sparkled in the sun's wintry light, reflecting and retracting the dancing light crystals. Twisted about the rough figure was a thin sliver of silver metal, apparently a holding place for the khaki leather strips that weaved upwards, tightly tied in a knot at the top. Aviner's optics surveyed Shanook's facade for a moment, almost judging as his character in one glance. Avi bobbed her crown, obviously intending him to lean down so she would be able to reach his high poll. A sharp rustling and the strange sound of thudding paws made her instinctively flip her audits cautiously over toward a nearby bush. A white wolf appeared, green tones picked up in the female's sparkling orbs. Aviner threw a puzzled look at the newcommer; who was this? Before anyone could react though, the female spoke.
"Wer ist sie?"
It seemed directed at Shanook's case and Avi pulled backward in a sign of dignified respect. The tones were harsh and forgein; Avi had heard slurred vocals such as the ones she hear now before, but held no clue as to what the vix might be saying. A look of question rose on her face further when the fem pointed a clear question at her.
"Kommst du aus, Avenir?"
Stunned, Aviner stopped for a moment, switching her gaze from the German speaking wolf back to Shanook. Would he translate this pack wolf's words? Cranite bobbed warily on her shoulder, his sooty talons gripping and clenching in anxiety. The bird would obviously be confused; speaking neither wolf or this new tongue would be thoroughly frustrating. Still, Aviner's vocals spoke calmly, reassuring her feathered friend and putting herown unanswered questions at ease.
"Etre calme, le corbeau. Elle n'est pas de menace à notre perspicacité."
"Aviner, vous parlez des mensonges. Cette femelle de slaven nous menace et les dieux quand elle interrompt impoliment!"
The wolfess chided the bird with a light bark of resentment and uncertainty towards the white wolf's untold interruption. It was strange that she had entered when the ceremony had almost been complete; a bad omen for this Alpha's rule? Aviner's stomach flipped, knowing in her mind it might have been sent as a sign. For a moment Avi stood, her brain racking itself and trying to desperately work out the possibly meaning of the ominous event. Yet another, younger wolven voice spoke.
"Mommy, what's going on?"
Aviner's harks drew her head from Shanook's path, pricked for another sound. Shutting her optics, Aviner fell into knowing. Her vision appeared from behind the trio, her crystal gaze clean and unfaltering. It seemed to be a mother and her two pups, both who huddled in a scared position below her. Avi knew the mother's past -- her forcebred life and the emotion that ahd clawed at her through those days. Now though a brighter emotion coursed through Avi's veins; one of an amazing and devoted love for the two bundles below her. As quick as the vision had come, the angel was back in her own bodice, relishing the feeling of her untold powers. Now, to address the situation. Snapping her cranium back to the Alpha's way, Aviner's vocal grew demanding, showing her more complex side.
"I hate it when I'm spied upon, wouldn't you agree, Shanook?"
Her liquid words were filled to the brim with being a hypocrite, but Aviner didn't have time for that. She wanted to see these newcomers in person, deliver her message to Shanook, find the meaning in the the white wolf's arrival and find out who she was. So much in so little time. . . Avi's blue orbs observed Shanook, patiently awaiting a response. . . .trust me, I'll beat you every time. Translation:
- La crainte, l'erreur de mon sac et enlève la dentelle. - Fear, slip off my bag and remove the lace.
- L'esprit dépêchant d'eau, je demande de votre pouvoir pour embrasser cette brute. L'entrée votre pouvoir dans cette amulette de travail de mine ; il permettre de diriger cet Alpha à travers son règne. Les bénédictions du wolfess et avian partent.
- - Rushing water spirit, I ask of your power to embrace this brute. Entrance your power in this amulet of mine work; let it guide this Alpha throughout his reign. Blessings from the wolfess and avian depart.
- Etre calme, le corbeau. Elle n'est pas de menace à notre perspicacité. - Be still, crow. She is no threat to our insight.
- Aviner, vous parlez des mensonges. Cette femelle de slaven nous menace et les dieux quand elle interrompt impoliment. - Aviner, you speak lies. This slaven female threatens us and the gods when she rudely interrupts.
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Post by Bengal Brat on Dec 19, 2008 16:26:19 GMT -5
Shanook
A bad omen indeed... "I have a curio for you, Shanook, Alpha of Benestripe Woods. La Crainte, l'erreur de mon sac et enlève la dentelle."
Shanook only understood the first part, obviously, because it was in English. As for the second part... French was not his native tongue by any means, so he couldn't identify anything in which rolled off of the vix's salmon colored tongue as if it was nothing.
He watched in controlled interest as Avenir slowly revealed what she had been hiding deep within the walls of her legendary bag; a rather large clump of flowers and herbs, all of purple, pink, and blue hues, spilled out. They were tied together with a thin little cord. Nothing looked peculiar about them, but if they belonged to a wolfess such as Avenir, then Nook knew d.mn well that the arrangement was not your average bunch of flowers. The way that Avenir caressed them gently between her teeth as if she were a human mother holding a newborn baby told the mighty brujo that he was laying eyes on one of the most sacred things that any wolf would ever see.
"L'esprit dépêchant d'eau, je demande de votre pouvoir pour embrasser cette brute. L'entrée votre pouvoir dans cette amulette de travail de mine ; il permettre de diriger cet Alpha à travers son règne. Les bénédictions du wolfess et avian partent."
The only two lyrics that Shanook was able to understand fully were the words "brute" and "Alpha." She was obviously speaking about him in some sort of ritual that only she would understand. He held Avenir's gaze for as long as she looked at him, which wasn't long, for she soon shifted it up to the sky. Who is she speaking to? Perhaps some strange gods that no wolf but she knew existed. Oh well... the great wolf would soon know what was going on before his very own eyes.
Avenir nodded towards him when she was done uttering foreign words, a clear sign for him to bow down. Shanook lowered his mighty bodice to the ground, waiting for something to happen, and what should occur but the most untimely interruption by two feas whom the brute had not seen for some time now.
"Wer ist sie?"
By now, the alpha of Benstripe Woods was able to slightly understand what Hannelore, the German wolfess, was saying. Who is she? Then, when the vix changed her tone and spoke directly to Avenir, stating her name, Shanook almost grunted at the words in which she had wasted.
"Mommy, what's going on?"
Was that his daughter? Yes, no duh. Ever since Shanook had force-bred the she-pup's mother, Spindle, at the Love and Lust grounds, he had had a strange feeling that at least one female would come out of the litter. However, although he had obviously known that Spindle had had her pups by now, the brujo had never actually seen their children for himself. Trust a fae to keep a brute from his pups. Oh well. He wouldn't punish her for being protective.
However, there was one thing that he would definitely have to punish both Hannelore and Spindle for, which was disturbing him while he was with Avenir. Straightening up to his full height, the brute towered over all of the femmes in the clearing. Anger flared up in his eyes for a moment before fading to shock. The fortune-telling wolfess was having a hushed conversation with her "pet" crow, and the tones in which came from both of them alarmed Shanook. Something was terribly wrong, and it was guaranteed to be because of the interruptions in which were put forward by two vixens in which lived here in Benstripe Woods.
"Etre calme, le corbeau. Elle n'est pas de menace à notre perspicacité."
"Aviner, vous parlez des mensonges. Cette femelle de slaven nous menace et les dieux quand elle interrompt impoliment!"
First Avenir, and then her companion. Obviously, things were not going to turn out well. After a few heartbeats that seemed to stretch on and on like a lifetime had passed by, the tawny she-wolf looked in Spindle's direction, her eyes clouding with understanding. Reading her past, I suppose is safe to assume. Now, a kinder wolf would fear guilt tugging at his belly for forcing pregnancy upon the vix, but not Shanook; he really didn't care about what suffering he had inflicted on Spindle.
"I hate it when I'm spied upon, wouldn't you agree, Shanook?"
Ah... English, something that Nook could finally understand. The tones were demanding and edged with a slight, un-melting anger. Uh oh. When a wolf as calm and serene as Avenir spoke like that, even the boldest of wolves knew not to mess with her. It took only a second or so for Shanook to respond, his vocals also gruff and angry.
"Yes, I certainly do. Normally, I would punish the offenders right here and now before asking any questions, but if you wish to see them, then so be it. Spindle and Hannelore, come out now, or things can --and will-- turn ugly."
It was definitely a threat, but not nearly as nerve-wracking as those who are shot at Miro. Shanook had a gut feeling that something so horrible that not a single word could be used to describe it was coming, and he was somehow going to be involved. Surely the rebellion was put to an end? No, it didn't seem that any slave around here was in any condition to stand up against the all-powerful masters of Sobibor, so that was not what he needed to know about. But what could it be? ...At least on their parts ooc: sorry, it's really bad, but at least it's long... |
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Post by nightfeather on Jan 5, 2009 0:45:39 GMT -5
ooc- I'm sorry for being unclear in my post, but Hannelore was already out...she was sitting near Shanook. Again, sorry for being so unclear to you guys... ^^' And I'm sorry for being so absent, I was reaslly busy around the holidays. =3
I don't know what I should do from here, I guess just skip me. I don't think there's anything interesting for Hannelore to do. I guess you can imagine Hannelore's still just eyeing Avenir warily.
Sorry about all this. ^^'
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Post by »Ιmαgε on Jan 12, 2009 15:59:48 GMT -5
Sooo. Sanura' ?
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Post by 'Sanura on Jan 15, 2009 18:30:16 GMT -5
Spindle A new found strength is growing...Spindle trembled with fear as she saw the strange ceremony carry on. The wolf that Shanook seemed to be conversing with was speaking some strange language, that the Spindle could not understand. She felt her pups trembling underneath, her own fear transferring to them. She gathered her courage and stepped from the trees leaving her pups with a silent command to stay where they were. She traveled silently to the group her long legs making her taller than almost all in the gathering. She stood tall making her look regal and sure of her self. She spoke her tones respectful and soft,
Yes, Master?
Her eyes flashed and she waited for the answer. She would not allow fear to rule her life. For her pups, for her pups...
...for now my life has purpose. For;;
Word Count;; 211
Muse Level;; Bad.
Comments;; Well I went on a posting rampage so yeah, my muse is dying. |
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*waits for Immy*