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Post by Schizophrenia on Apr 2, 2003 23:05:38 GMT -5
[shadow=gray,left,300]Coming to stand on a skull, crushing it under her paw patheticaly,and then placing her ump upon her haunches she sat there. She had a calm poise, tiers placated with a look of dominance and nothing more, nothing less. Never would be. Eyes shone of the deepest auburn. A Natural redish Orange colour her eyes would keep most of her life.Well Toned body was larger than most wolves in order to force herself into it.Wings folded acrost her back which bared the mark of a burning bleeding cross of independance.Talons 10 inches long with an unnatural ability to retract them
She was here now nonetheless, and with a blood curdling howl she called upon NightBlade. She expected he would come to her thinking himself over her, but perhaps there would be a chance that he coud catch her female side and accept her as an equal in this war that was destined to beat one side and leave nother dead.She sat ther and after her call into the night ended, a deep fog rose, allowing only her to see, and perhaps Nightblade could also, but only she would choose so. She came before him a powerful being, cursed with the name "Chronic Schizophrenia"[/shadow]
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Post by FrostByte on Apr 4, 2003 20:37:41 GMT -5
[glow=burlywood,2,300]-A large, dark pelted nineca pads through the thick fog. He sniffs the air delicatly, like a gentle caress almost... As he pads up softly, his eyes and canines now completely visible. his eyes are a pearly white, the color of the fog which surrounds him. The blind wolf's canines are not a pearly white as normal, but a deep, deep, blood red. He smells a new one. He does not sense danger, however, and he had learned to rely completly on his senses without his sight- NightBlade is occupied. He is in his den... -He says, his voice ringing out through the air, ready to go on the defensive, get NightBlade, or investigate furthur...-[/glow]
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Post by Schizophrenia on Apr 5, 2003 14:16:47 GMT -5
[shadow=gray,left,300]So one of Blades minions come before her before he did.With a lithe shrug of her massive shoulders she let the fog fall, and let herself be seen to even him.Tho he was blind with her magic he could see the beautiful female that stood before him. "Hello.Your Arcane Right?Chronic Schizophrenia.I have come to so ruefully join NightBlades war. He might think himself powerful,but I over rule that and I beleive I can do you some help" She stood to full heigth, massive shoulders and body gleaming elegantly, waiting for his reply, but she did not like to wait for long[/shadow]
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Post by FrostByte on Apr 5, 2003 20:19:15 GMT -5
[glow=burlywood,2,300]-He smiles, his elongated deep blood teeth showing clearly- Minion, I am not. I am his follower, yes, but I have my own mind, and he is aware of that clearly. As for you, I am aware who you are. And be known, Skit, that before you meet with NB, he does not take kind to those who believe themselves to be higher than him. So I suggest you drop your tail and follow me.. -He replies, his tone sadistic and hateful, though that was generally how it always was. He turns his back on the stranger, not afraid of her. If she wanted to join NightBlade's pack, she would be below him, and she would have to get used to taking the words of hate and not acting upon them. He starts off into the distance, his own powers kicking in and calling the fog back- for he rather liked this type of weather-[/glow]
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Post by Schizophrenia on Apr 6, 2003 13:13:16 GMT -5
[shadow=gray,left,300]So far her game was playing right, but she did like his tone, for that was rather the way she spoke and that was well enough. She snorted as she stood, popping up neck to him, her face hiddin by shadows. As the fog rolled back in once more she smirked as she coloured it black. "I Do not lower my tail in the presence of none" Keeping her tail the way it had been when she came she continued to cinqo, her fur dull and unmoving as she seemed to dance with the wind. Her burnished amber oricles lost there glow, but a kurl fire continued to burn within them. She wanted to join NightBlade, to fight those of goodness,but to do it she would not lower herself to be the follower of any, she would be an equal to NightBlade or she would fight on the side of the Light Wolves. Either way she did not care, for she would fight and kill and whatever colour or side the wolf she killed it did not actually matter to her. Her own stained enamels spared themselves as they did not show, she did not smile, nor did she frown...[/shadow]
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Post by FrostByte on Apr 6, 2003 15:33:10 GMT -5
[hurray for double negatives]
[glow=burlywood,2,300]-He turns back, a slight synical grin on his dark face- I know you wish to fight as an equal to NightBlade, but you cannot. He would never allow that, he demands utter discipline from his wolves. Your background and history does not matter to him, nor does it to me. You are just another wolf. The only way to hold the same position as he would be to become his alpha female. And we all know very well Auriella covers that job quite effectivly, though it's not anounnced -He returns, his milky eyes laughing at seemingly nothing- You may decide to keep your tail high, and you may keep it low, you may leave her with your life, and you may not. You may think yourself to be allmight and powerful. But I'm sure Nightblade will slap some sense into you. I know you do not like to obey, i know you do not like to loose, but if you want to be on the winning side you'll have to cooperate a bit, though it goes against your nature, I'm sure. -he spits the last words out at her, then turns again, unaware or uncaring of anything she does. If she wanted to join, she would follow. If she wanted to leave, she would leave. If she wanted to attack him, she would, and he would leave. He did not want to fight, but he did not want a wolfess who was unwilling to obey the ranks in NightBlades pack-[/glow]
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Post by Schizophrenia on Apr 6, 2003 16:36:32 GMT -5
[shadow=gray,left,300]She smiled rather cynically herself. Ears laced back agianst her skull, but not in aggression.As she walked evenly with him she spat out her own words "Ah, but we shall see. I keep my nature as it will always be and nothing will change that. I care not to be his whore
. But as a major thing with me, my past does not haunt me. I shall stay the way i am and I do not follow the orders of anyone.And as for slapping sense into me, I have enough to follow myself and that is it.If he does not want to accept this, then it is fine by me. I will leave, fight for the good wolves. But who I kill is nothing to me, and who I fight with isn't either. I just wish to fight for the better half of the war" Tail held high above her back she continued to walk on, regaly and unfaltering[/shadow]
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Post by Wonder on Apr 6, 2003 19:38:26 GMT -5
[-Hugs Arcane- Such a loyal follower. I love that guy. Time for me to join in? Ahh. This was just getting amusing...]
[glow=sienna,3,300]-Deep within the mountain of bones and rotting stones, the ShadowLand alpha was seated by the council fire; his stone-grey eyes eliminated by the flames as he watched the interaction between his beta male and the new wolfess through a magical window. His tail carelessly swept the ground and he smirked mischievously...- 'Well well well. This shall prove to be interesting...' -The only answer he got was a low squawk from the raven-bird, Scar, who was perched on his shoulder. NightBlade's smile slowly faded and the window closed. The alpha stood and started through the main tunnel, heading out to meet the guest Arcane was bringing...-[/glow]
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Post by FrostByte on Apr 6, 2003 20:54:34 GMT -5
[rotf. i try o.O]
[glow=burlywood,2,300]-He smiles grimly- You think rather highly of yourself, Skit. Too high. Your confidence will win you your battles but your personality will win you no allies. I hope if you fight with us, you will at least stay true to our alpha. If you do not, I would even shudder to think of it. He senses his alpha nearing, along with scar. Smiling grimly, he raises his voice- Once more, I give you one chance to lower your tail. He is comming. -Arcane stops in his tracks, and decides to wait for his alpha, knowing how big NightBlade was on dramatic appearance. She slips off into the shadows and meerly whispers minutes later- He has arrived[/glow]
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Post by Schizophrenia on Apr 7, 2003 18:33:06 GMT -5
[shadow=gray,left,300]She snorted "I need no allies" As she felt Night Appearing she sat down, her tial was only wrapped around her body but it would not show her lower than Night fore it never was like that "I will be True to NightBlade, him and only him, not his rank" She had no comment on how high she thought of herself, nor would she form one, but she sat there, and waited for NightBlade.She kept her Eye on Arcane, even as he receeded into the shadows, her plush tail curling around her body[/shadow]
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Post by Wonder on Apr 13, 2003 12:07:09 GMT -5
[glow=sienna,3,300]-The long-coated light brown alpha paced out of the council cave entrance; a lone rotting elephant skull that was kept from decapitating by strong black magic. His shining stone-grey eyes flickered from his beta male to the new wolfess; amusement hidden behind his authoritative gaze. Coming to a halt just feet before Skit, he eyed Arcane and nodded his head in approval of his actions. Then, all his attention turned to the shewolf, leaving the beta male to do as he pleased...- 'Greetings...' -He merely said, knowing that both knew who the other was. Leaving it at that, NightBlade allowed the femme to speak...-[/glow]
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Post by Schizophrenia on Apr 14, 2003 14:05:26 GMT -5
[shadow=gray,left,300]She noted this speech and dipped her head, only to raise it in her simple greeting "Hello NightBlade. I expect you know who I am, most of my history and Why I am here. So I will leave you at the decision you are called to make"
[crappy but im in a hurry. really busy. lol][/shadow]
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