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Post by BuckskinSoul on Aug 9, 2006 9:44:57 GMT -5
Whitefire's ghostly paws splashed through glimmering puddles of moonshine as he cut through the chill autumn night. The moon hung round and fat in the arms of the sky and looked down on all of her children with an intense eye. Her rays bounced off of Whitefire's sleek coat as he padded swiftly north, alone and silent.
Solark hobbled through the short grass, strides short and pained. A lanky doe matched his stride and supported his struggling frame. One of Solark's accusing eyes darted to the mocking moon, and her cursed her all-seeing eye.
"Luna! Must you waddle so slowly?"
Luna shot the buck a truly poisonous glare.
"You want me to abandon you here and let you cover a mile on three legs? Fine. Fine by me. I've certainly had enough of your critical rambling!"
The worn-out doe stopped in her tracks and stared, thin night air filling the pair's lungs.
Solark looked caught between a rock and a hard place.
"Luna... come now. You know I... need you now.
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The words seemed to sit stubbornly on his tongue and blatantly refuse to leave.
"But you know you're not even supposed to be here. I am skeptical right now; what will the other three Leaders think?"
He regained his air of superiority quickly.
"Oh come on."
They pressed on.
Whitefire pierced the boundaries of the Meeting Place with ease, albino tail streaming behind. His sharp, blue eyes surveyed the area, ears swiveling like mad, attempting to scoop up any sounds that may float through the air
It would appear that I am the first to arrive How interesting. I guess the only thing to do is wait....
Just as the white tom was sweeping his tail around his sitting form two not-so-majestic deer figures came into vision. Whitefire eyed them suspiciously; the agreement was that only the Leaders were to meet tonight. No one else. Whitefire rose to his paws.
"Solark. Good tidings"
He nodded respectfully.
"And who is your accomplice?"
As Solark slowly moved closer, Whitefire observed that he was most certainly injured. All became clear, but he still waited for an explanation.
"There was an incident, and it would seem the only way to overcome said incident and keep to the bind of our rendezvous was to make certain indulgences. Good tidings to you too, Whitefire."
Solark spoke efficiently, in a militaristic style, failing to introduce Luna, his sister. Luna just looked away, scowling. She was used to it.
Whitefire nodded as Solark interjected,
"Are we the only ones present?"
This gave Whitefire another chance to nod.
"To the best of my knowledge."
The trio stood in silence. |
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Post by /:~:\Weathered_Wings/:~:\ on Aug 9, 2006 22:12:22 GMT -5
An ebon vix moved with speed towards the rock, wighed down by another life form that dwelled within her. Within her mind mind she knew she was slightly late. Whether the meeting had begun without her the femme did not know. Keen audits perked towards voices that had become audible in the meetings directions. With a slight effort she broke from her quickened canter and into a hefty gallop. Heart pounding slightly, she reached the meeting place. Blackhoof's sides heaved upon her form as she attempted to regain her lost breath. While the breaths shortened and became silent she observed who had arrived. Her former friend Whitefire stood in what seemed to be in good health. Though the same could not be said for the deer leader. He seemed to have finally been attacked by Plato, and hit the worse end of the deal for sure. But where was that canine? Blackhoof's orbs gazed around the rock as she looked for the wolven ruler who was no where upon visible sight. Her bodice tensed as she did not not like the fact that the canine had not appeared. It left her mind to run rampid upon what deeds he may be performing, or about to perform. Her crania moved to where she sought all sides of the meeting grounds before returning her tohughts to those who stood near her, [glow=black,2,300]"Whitefire,Solark." [/glow]Her muzzle dipped to the pair of lords, wondering upon thier thoughts. And how they seemed to so easily occupy themselves. She then looked towards the unfamiliar doe; unsure of what to think. Though figuring if a simple greeting would be best, [glow=black,2,300]"Nice to meet you. I'm Blackhoof." [/glow]She made a notion to curtsy but was stopped by a foal's inner kick. Muzzle touched flesh as she soothed the foal that now tussled about. |
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Post by Constantine on Aug 9, 2006 23:10:45 GMT -5
As was usual, Plato was unfashionably late. As was also usual, he strode into he clearings if he was in fact right on time and everyone else just happened to be damn early. With an arrogant stride an no companion with him, the young wolf leader padded into he clearing from downwind, his eyes shining in the moonlight and his fur darkened by the night, the shadow of trees dappling his stone-colored fur and bridling his sides in alternating strips of grey and black. Also as usual, he leapt into the gathering, skidded a yard or so, then quite calmly took his place in the circle, lopsided grin on his dark muzzle.
The wolf had considered skipping the meeting and leading a sally into deer or horse territory just for the fun of it, but many of those he’d come across and suggested it to said it would only make it harder for the wolves to hunt in the future – it would set the other clans, packs, herds, &c on edge against the wolves and quite frankly the large canine didn’t like that idea. He had a hard enough time as it was bringing down deer these days, let alone if the horses and cats started teaming up with the bastards.
“Have we begun?” Plato drawled as he settled down to scratch behind his ear, his tone suggesting that they had done so and in a very rude way, which was of course exactly how he always talked.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Aug 10, 2006 9:43:56 GMT -5
"Look, there."
Whitefire pointed with his nose, pink as the blushing streaks that had pierced the sky in a fiery sunset, to a cluster of moving shadows. He knew that form, he knew that hoof-fall.
"Blackfoot approaches."
His voice was clean of emotion, if not tinged with a bit of nostalgia.
Solark immediately snapped into attention, muttering fiercely to Luna,
"Leave! You're not supposed to be here."
"How the heck do you plan on getting home?!"
Solark just prodded her with the tip of his bulky antlers.
"So help me, Solark I'll..."
It was at this point Blackhoof wandered into their range of hearing. The deer seemed disheveled, Whitefire looked casually indifferent.
"Good tidings, Blackhoof."
Solark muttered the same, unable to spirit Luna away at this point. Luna just nodded to Blackhoof's kind greeting. Her presence made her feel vastly uncomfortable. She really wasn't supposed to be here, and she had a feeling Plato would not take kindly to this new development. Without a word, she bounded off, white-bottomed tail flagging a farewell.
Solark looked to become a bit at ease, mauled leg carried above the ground. As the last trace of Luna disappeared into the black mass that was the forest, Plato materialized.
Whitefire seemed not to to mind Plato's tardiness; so far the Meeting had been very fruitful to the white tom. He had very valuable information, and they had not been here but a half an hour. For one thing, it was obvious that Blackhoof was close to her due date; it might even be estimated that she would birth in the cold heart of winter, a straining time for all, downright perilous for a mother-to- be. Also, the serious injured eating at Solark's hind leg and the core of hatred spilling out of the Deer Leader's eyes and directed at Plato betrayed the fact that Solark was teetering on the edge of a destructive attitude toward the wolves. Lovely.
Solark's eyes hardened as he peered at the brash wolf leader. It had not been Plato directly that had ripped the unknowing flesh on his leg, but it had been Plato. Solark flicked his ears and stated evenly,
"No, we have not begun yet. Why don't you grace us by going first, Plato"
He indicated by pointing to the magnificent rock formation that knelt before them with his antlers. |
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Post by Constantine on Aug 10, 2006 16:46:39 GMT -5
Plato sblack personed, but that was actually because he’d only just noticed the state of the deer leader’s leg. You could almost see the surge of pride in the alpha – except that there was so much pride there already that it seemed somewhat difficult to imagine even more pride building up on top of it (damnable luck, too, that – if he got himself proud enough he might convince himself eh could fly and take a long walk off a short bridge,), but there it was – arrogant as you please, and he hadn’t even taken his place on the stone spires yet – not that he intended to do so quite yet.
“Age before beauty,” He barked, innocently flicking his ears and exchanging a dark glare with Solark, whose angry eyes had no effect whatsoever on Plato’s outward demeanour. “I insist.”
Truth be told, Plato would have loved to speak first – but somewhere inside him there must have been an intelligent homunculus, because not only did he want to see Solark stumble up the sides of the stone monolith, but he realized that if he let the others talk first he would have valuable information he could use to warp his own speech into some vague semblance of something other than bragging and blustering.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Aug 12, 2006 19:18:18 GMT -5
Solark looked as though he might teeter forward and gorge Plato's mocking eyes out of his skull. Ever vigilant, Whitefire noted this, and strode forward, whiskers quivering in the enhancing air of moon-high.
"In that case I suppose I should take the rock first."
His ice blue eyes grazed over wolf and deer sternly, silently reminding them of the oath they had made: no blood shall be spilled when the moon waxes at the peak of the sky and sheathes herself in darkness. Whitefire padded forward.
Coiling his haunches like a catapult, Whitefire lighted onto a crumbling boulder before cutting silently through the night onto the rocky arch that groaned in the moonlight. Kneading the ashen terrain, he gathered his surroundings and cast a look without emotion at the forms bellow.
"Welcome, comrades. My well-equipped feline eyes can tell, as any suckling kit could, that more than peaceful air enters your lungs. But that is your business. Whether or not you choose to intimate to your fellow Leaders these facts is your choice. But that is not what I am up here to speak about."
Whitefire flicked his ears back before parting his jaws again,
"Cat's Camp is accumulating more willing members every day. Our numbers are growing along with our standards, and we watch the forest burn in autumn's gaze with confidence; our fur will grow thick, and our claws will pierce more than enough prey. I have no bones to pick with any of you. My piece is spoken"
Before the snowy white tom slithered down the stone formation, he cast a long, searching stare at Blackhoof, and peered into her eyes as one would peer into an immeasurably dark puddle. There was something of nostalgia that again skimmed through his sapphire clear blue eyes. But is disappeared with the fiery blink that was Whitefire's. |
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Post by /:~:\Weathered_Wings/:~:\ on Sept 13, 2006 0:46:22 GMT -5
The ebon vix watched the feline move from his perch upon the boulder, wondering why he continued to stare upon her with what felt like piercing pools of slitted blue. Blackhoof next stepped forward to speak her peace to the leaders of each tribe. Her banner flicked as she walked, trying to distract her wandering thoughts from Whitefire. Her buldging sides touched the chilling boulder as she prepared to speak. She was much to large to get upon he rock, and was never one who found a thrill at being high above the ground,
[glow=black1,300]"The Rain Camp is also growing. Though for better or worse I don't know yet."[/glow]
Her mind wandered for a moment to the stallion who seemed to watch for someone, and the mare who had a harsh tongue,
[glow=black1,300]"For a few who have come are not seeking perminate residence..."[/glow]
Her voice trailed as she gathered her thoughts once more,
[glow=black1,300]"We will be warm the winter for we have found caves to reside in and grass that grows in excess."[/glow]
Blackhoof flicked her auds slightly, wondering if she had anything else to say, but none came to her mind,
[glow=black,300]"Now I'll step down so another may take my place."[/glow]
She walked from the podeum in deep thought about what she had said, going through all of the things that still needed to be taken care of in the Horses of Rain Camp. She stood in her former position, still deep in thought, when quite accidentally she broke wind. It seemed to be a growing problem with her, which she wished she could control. Blackhoof quitely mumbled an apology for her uncontrolable action and involuntarily moved next to Whitefire. It was involuntary for there was no other place she could move to escape the smell of her own fumes.
((sorry had to do it. she was getting to solemn for her character ^.-))
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Post by Constantine on Sept 16, 2006 17:54:59 GMT -5
“My charming lady Blackhoof! How kind of you to grace us with such lovely perfume,” Plato growled, snapping his teeth together. He leered at the horse leader, then grinned and moved towards the speaking stones. He didn’t give Solark time to move, springing up onto the stone outcrop with the grace only a wolf could manage. He coughed theatrically. “Forgive me if I take the speaking stones and must miss out on the delightful aroma, my Lady, but it seems prudent to take the rocks before Solark, as he be so seriously injured.”
The tall wolf snickered, slate-grey fur rippling in the breeze as he searched for words. The wolf pack did well, of course, although numbers were a little scarce. There was food aplenty – the better the deer and horses did, the better the wolves feed. As the deer now no longer migrated, the wolves had no famine season, and they grew sleek and fat.
“My pack does excellently. With this abundance of food,” he cast a pair of significant glances at the horse and deer leaders, “we grow healthy. There are many pups, and next year I suspect all the prey beasts will fear our numbers.” His ever-present smirk disappeared for a moment to be replaced with something close to seriousness. “I myself have a son, Ebony, who will soon be old enough to lead hunting packs.”
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Post by wowposter on Sept 11, 2008 4:46:28 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Oct 29, 2008 8:25:51 GMT -5
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