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Post by Poison Arrow on Sept 25, 2010 9:31:44 GMT
Solitude... -------------------------------------------------
----- The sun shone its last lights through the trees onto the Forest Floor, the leaves above distorting and altering it so it feel in dappled shades. Most of the wolves of this side of the mountain would be back at the camp, settling down as the shadows set in. But a single shadow moved through the woodland. His paws barely made a sound as they carried the lank, thin body through the area, head low and pace slow, an angsty depression on his pinched face. The sun above the forest was an orange orb that slowly sank to the plateau far, far away to the East, as it cast those beautiful slanting rays on the last few things its desperate fingers could touch as day scrabbled for rebirth. It would come back soon, but not yet.
He moved on through the trees, a silent shadow amongst their tall trunks, with bark that bore many a claw or tooth mark as they sharpened their fangs, and he did not slow his pace, barely reacting as a Partridge squawked and flapped out of its cover, although many another wolf would have leapt after it. He cared not for food, or to take another's life. He was just tired.
Even now, though, in the solitude of the dying sun-lit wood, he knew he was not alone. A voice over there, a howl back at camp... And as the sun set he was beginning to feel the faintest whispering in his mind of the other Poison Arrow; the Alpha of the Rebels, and suddenly he let out a vicious barking howl of anger that split open the night which, despite the previous small noises, had been relatively still. It was because of his twin that he was like this! Because of his twin that he was stuck here, ever alone and hated, forced into submission by the power of that Rebel's luck in the picking. The other had got the brains, the muscles, the power. The other had got popularity and kindness and happiness, and here he was, stuck with a thin disposure, angsty personality and generally the short end of the stick. Oh yeah, and there was the definite knowing inside of you that told you could never amount to anything because of the wonder of your twin. Ach, he hated it!
The single ring in his lip glinted as a final light stroked it and Poison Arrow snarled as it glanced off into his eye. Even the light wasn't on his side! With the blood boiling through him, he span around as something touched his side, hoping to see a little pup he could sink his fangs into - no doubt it had a loner twin or something like that; Wolves with loners as their doubles always had a better deal, as they were relatively free to do as they wished without the limits of opposite fate.
But it was only a twig, and as he snapped at it it jabbed into his eye, bringing a mournful yelp from his lips.
Just alone. He wanted to be alone, but always something stopped him. Like the sound and scent of another wolf behind...
@!533``------------------------------------------------- I WISH ~Poison Arrow |
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Post by schizo on Sept 25, 2010 21:08:41 GMT
Slowly his paws walked across the forest terrain. His body slowly swayed side to side with the rhythm, ears laid back as his long salmon like tongue hanged off to the side. The sun was up high causing it to get really humid around these parts. Pride, the dark one, the total opposite of his twin.
Had came for peace and quite, he was in need of thinking to figure out he could destroy his other half. The one that was good, who had a big heart for everyone. He was a loner, which of coarse at this point he might be in a pack, he didn't know. Last time they had met it was in the loners territory, things weren't pretty when they had met each other.
Just cause of them meeting had caused him to go up into the mountains to find peace and figure on what to do. He thought that no one would be here, but of coarse he was wrong. As he traveled a long in the forest a small wind came, their was another scent in the area.
It sort of smelt like his leader, he didn't know. So he slowly worked his way toward the scent, as he reached it he came across some bushes, peaking over he spotted his leader. He had only one face expression and it was why his leader was alone. Slowly he popped out the bushes and sat down a few feet away. "Hello" he said to him.
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Post by Poison Arrow on Sept 26, 2010 14:37:33 GMT
OOC: Hang on, I think you've got a few things mixed up - don't worry though, I didn't explain very well in the story =P Okay, so first, this is in the Royal's Lands, and Poison Arrow is the Leader of the Rebels, therefore making him the lowly of the Royals, not the Leader =) Also, the wolves can hear their twins thoughts at night, so that's just something to think about in Pride's evil plans - something else is(and he might not know this) that if he kills the other Pride Trenton, he WILL survive, and nothing will happen in terms of his rank or anything, but if he kills him himself, his mind will start to fall apart with guilt. Even if he hates him, the guilt of, in effect, killing yourself would plague his mind forever more. So to kill him, it's best he stages it like an accident, for example leading a bear to him or something. Just something to mull over ^^ And, I would be happy to accept you as Beta of the Royals, and unless someone turns up requesting the Alpha position within about 2 weeks you can have it, if you like ^^ Solitude... -------------------------------------------------
----- Of course he knew his presence couldn't go un-noticed; although no-one really liked him they tended to notice his absences - mainly marked by the fact they had no-one to try and beat up. The sickly wolf didn't look like he would be much of a fighter - thin legs, scars on his hide, little muscle to the bone... But he was stronger than most thought, and was often punished for fighting, and he liked to attack the pups, often making up excuses of their provocative taunts when in fact they just smiled or sneered at him. For this reason he was instantly on guard as another wolf approached. The feeling of apprehension grew as the scent of the Beta of his pack, Pride Trenton, came to his glands.
Not turning round he stopped walking, not keen to give the higher wolf the satisfaction of seeing him having poked his own eye, and now crying for it. It was the blue one that was closed, so the violet looked out at the forest, and his mind was racing. Should he turn around and attack him? Would teach him to disturb Poison Arrow... But the Former was larger, stronger, respected and had killed his way to the top, so that didn't seem like such a good plan, and it may be charged as Treason. Just carry on walking? It was the sort of rude thing he normally did, but somehow he didn't feel this was the right wolf to mess with. Turn around and act friendly? Hah! Like that would do any good! The muttering, whispering voice in his head didn't help either; it really was distracting - apparently the other Poison Arrow was helping a mother look after a pup with a cold at the moment. For a minute the present wolf imagined if he tried to help a pup. Probably get a clout about the ears for caring.
Then he sighed, flicked a twig away with a paw irritatedly, and turned around, trying to keep the blue eye open. Darkness descended. "What do you want, Oh great Beta Pride Trenton?" He said sarcastically, eyeing up the bandages on his fellow's back legs. Yeah, makes him look right tough, puht. His own long, spiky hair flopped over his face. "Or, oh sorry, am I supposed to call you sir?"
@!399``------------------------------------------------- I WISH ~Poison Arrow |
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