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Post by kylis on Aug 1, 2006 9:36:02 GMT -5
A slate-grey female slid silently into the cave, golden eyes searching warily. This was a new place to her, and it made her cautious. That was just how she was. Very skittish around strangers, yet when she gets to know them, she calms down. But for now, she was as jumpy as ever as she scanned the dappled walls of the cave, caused by the moonlight outside. It caused a smile to grace her lips. This place was lovely, and the fact it wasn't crowded made her even happier.
Sighing, she lay down against a wall, the beams of light dappling her own coat. She was named for her color. Her parents were never very creative. Her name was Slate. It suited her, though. Slate, a stone, cold and silent, yet deadly when used appropriately. Yet now she was trying to open up. Get rid of her anti-social side. All she needed was the right.. prodding, I guess you could say.
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Post by Constantine on Aug 7, 2006 22:23:52 GMT -5
You could tell just looking at him that he was up to absolutely nothing savory as he licked the last traces of the morning’s hunt from his fur. Plato, Alpha of the wolf pack, stretched luxuriously on the roof of the cavern, staring down at the camp. His dark, stone-colored fur dimmed his details against the rock, leaving only his sharp golden eyes clearly visible. Many didn’t even realize he was there – it was astounding how little people ever thought to look up. In a way, the young leader felt glad to have no attention on him – on the other hand, his arrogance and ambition didn’t let him enjoy the feeling for long. The moment he had caught the female’s scent, he had grimaced a wolf grin and begun cleaning his long fur, the remains of the young stag’s blood now just an aftertaste on his sandpaper tongue, lolling out the side of his mouth.
Plato sprang from the roof to land at the entrance to the cave, dust rising from the impact of his paws on the floor. He allowed himself to flinch at a erroneous angle that sent a flash of agony up his leg, but he shook the pain off his usual casual callousness and padded head-first into the cavern, the dappled light washing over his slate fur and making him appear almost chivalrous as he raised his head from under the entrance way. How wrong were those how took him for a knight in shining fur.
“I thought this place was empty,” the rogue grinned, although his tone betrayed he had through no such thing. The moonlight from the roof caught his eyes and they flashed, which stripped him of any of the saintly appearance he might have had.
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Post by kylis on Aug 9, 2006 20:35:32 GMT -5
Slate tipped a ear in the direction of the Alpha, turning her golden eyes, which seemed to glow in this light. Her tail twitched a little on the stone floor, and with no effort she stood. Though his attitude annoyed her ever-so-slightly, she figured she should pay him that little respect. Then she addressed the words he spoke. "It is your fault for being so unobservant." She could hear his tone, but it was easier to taunt if she pretended she didn't. She didn't mean any hard feelings; she just didn't think before she spoke. It was a bad habit, and it came from having very little contact with others. She wasn't very good at containing herself.
With a sigh, Slate relaxed her position a bit. Being on guard was wasting her energy with him. He would not be made Alpha if he would attack a female at any given moment. If he were to... She was strong enough to fight back, in which she took pride. Yet, she what this wolf was really like, in due time.
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Post by Constantine on Aug 9, 2006 23:22:18 GMT -5
Plato only snickered, which, coming from a wolf of his size and position, was rather an unnerving noise that would set anyone’s hair right on end. This, very likely, was the damnable rogue’s intention as he slunk further into the cave, nodding as the female rose. He quite openly examined her, admiring as males do the impressive curves of the female form and the set to her eyes – which would have put a normal wolf to thinking that maybe he had better go chase another female’s attentions, but only made Plato more interested as he grinned around sharp fangs that glinted in the moonlight.
“Whoa,” Plato barked, his expression such mocking amusement that many would just have rolled their eyes, snapped at him, and walked away with tail in the air, “The moonlight almost makes you look like you’re afraid of me.”
Weather he really thought so or not was up for debate, but as there was no one to debate it at the time it was let slide, only the mischievous and troublesome glint in his amber eyes really giving any indication that, true or not, he intended the sentence to be disconcerting.
[The bastard.]
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Post by ×°Blade of Ebony° on Aug 18, 2006 9:41:31 GMT -5
((Mind if Ebony comes in?))
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Post by Constantine on Aug 23, 2006 4:27:08 GMT -5
[Fine by me.]
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Post by ×°Blade of Ebony° on Aug 26, 2006 20:17:33 GMT -5
((Okay, cool))
A young wolf walked in, his dark fur making him almost invisible were it not for the spots of light.
His unusual blue eyes glinted in the darkness as he gazed at Plato and Slate. "Greetings Father, Slate," he mewed seriously.
Ebony blinked in the darkness and padded to stand beside the stone-gray male wolfleader, "I do hope my father isn't being too, arrogant," he mewed with what could be taken for smile as he nudged his father's shoulder with his massive black head.
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Post by kylis on Aug 28, 2006 13:02:27 GMT -5
((Sorry for my absence lately. I've been out of state, and my relatives have no computer. And when I got home, I found my dad had broken mine. We just got it fixed...)) A low growl escaped Slate's lips at the arrogant male's remark about her being afraid. "In your dreams, fool. It takes a lot more to scare me than the likes of you." She was about to add more before another male entered, a black one. And from his words she could tell he was the son of Plato. Her growling had ceased with her words. It was unwise, she knew, to say such things to the Alpha, but she was not one to care.
Her golden eyes scanned the two wolves in front of her, landing on the black male as she answered him. "Not at all," she said sarcastically. She didn't even bother asking how he knew her name, for then she would sound paranoid, leading to her sounding afraid. She never showed weakness if she could help it.
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Post by Constantine on Aug 31, 2006 4:13:41 GMT -5
One would expect a wolf of Plato’s sort to be a terrible, probably abusive or neglecting father. Not so – some vague, indescribable scrap of wolf instinct was buried in the deepest reaches of his heart – because he loved Ebony like – well, like a son. He was vaguely annoyed at being interrupted (but only a little, because by the looks of it he’d been doing miserably,) but he passed a ‘hassled but very font parent’ look at Slate, touching his son’s forehead with his deep grey muzzle.
"Me, arrogant? Never," the tall alpha drawled.
Something had changed about him the moment Ebony’d entered the cave – almost as though he didn’t want to make a bad impression on the pup. That was unlikely, but it was possible – as possible as any other option – say, for example, that he didn’t want his son to see him being made a fool of my some smart-ass she, but Plato was in the habit of not believing anyone could make a fool of him. Snorting air through his nose, Plato examined his young black pup, eyes alight with the vestiges of pride. His lips pulled back from his gums in an involuntary smile.
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Post by ×°Blade of Ebony° on Aug 31, 2006 15:57:27 GMT -5
Ebony smiled and blinked his blue eyes gently, "Father can we hunt?" he whined, looking at Plato with wide and hopeful blue eyes, the puppy eyes, and he blinked again. Ebony frowned, he was forgetting something. HIs eyes brightened as he remembered, "Please?" he added with a smirk.
HIs dark black paws kneeded the ground in anticipation. He had been listening to everything going on around camp. HIs ears keen for rumors. Rumors that there was a new she-wolf. Ebony's youthful nosyness as a pup had rewarded him with pieces of news almost as juicy as a yound deer flank.
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