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Post by lazee kender on Apr 3, 2003 21:26:28 GMT -5
-Omen's ceramic eyes roved to meet the she-wolf's. they were filled with sorrow and despair, but with a glimmer of hope.- M'girl, I am Omen of the Nomadic Souls Haven. I myself have no business in your homelands, but I came to offer my pack's assistance. -his ears lowered back, and his eyes grew wide as he saw another horrible vision. he shook it away and gasped out- M'kind girl, no matter what happens to your parents, if anything, you must not give into whatever comes round. -his eyes clear of the mist that had curled over them, they were now back to the glassy, unrealistic blue color- This advice I share with you, you must not fear death. For our bodies right now are merely a temporary stay for our spirits. If worst comes to worst, you will always find a haven within death. I am not saying for you to kill yourself to escape, oh no. Be brave, young lassie. -he chuckled grimly- after all, a ship is always safe in the harbor, but that is not what ships are for. -he groaned quietly as he lay down on his belly. his eyes now scanned the crowded pack members, but his eyes glimmered as he saw the large grey male with the crooked paw. he seemed so familiar...those grey eyes. he shook himself: now was not the time for fond memories...no time was for fond memories for Omen.-
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Post by FrostByte on Apr 4, 2003 20:11:36 GMT -5
[glow=brown,2,300]-She looks up, tears adorning her liquid golden brown eyes. Her body shudders as her feet give 'way. She curses her weakness. Ever since she had been young, she was the one affected by death. Her brother's were not, Pryde, a warrior, had to be trained to be strong, and NS was used to death, he had seen too much death in his caves when he had been created his dragon men, everything had to be perfect or the beings would die, slowly, painfully. And it had taken a long time to make them perfect. She, however, could never accept death. It just always had seemed wrong to her, to take the life of another. But she had also spent the most time with their mother, one of the two pack healers. But this, this was a lot to deal with. The death of two warriors, and the certain death of her first grandchild. She looks to the ground, holding back sobs of grief, waiting until her ankles would seem strong enough and she could, again, stand up-[/glow]
[shadow=goldenrod,left,300]-She looks about as stunned as Earth, but not as depressed. Looking up to her brother with her golden eyes, the golden eyes that nobody could ever stop staring at, for golden eyes had never suited her, not after seeing her for so long with frosty blue eyes, she feels a sort of strength comming from him. He was reaching out to him, and she wanted to grasp his hand and hold it tightly, but that was what she would have done when she was young. Before the twins and Blaze. Before all that happened. She woul have clinged onto her brother for whatever confort could be presented. But that was if she had never done any of this, never grown up at all. And yet, it had happened, and she had grown up, learned to stand on her own. She shakes her obsidion head slowly, her ears hung back in sorrow- No, it is not my life I worry for.. not my life I grieve for... -She says, looking into Static's eyes. Surely he would understand that she was no longer one person. The whole idea of what could happen... frightens her senseless-[/shadow]
-She shudders slightly, the fur standing up on her back. It pains her to see her half aunt and mother ... those she had thought so strong, to cry, but that was not why she shivers uncontrollably. She couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched now, however much she tried. She looks up a bit more, and catching nobody at the rocks looking in her general direction, she looks behind her, into the forest and amoung the rocks she stands on. Her eyes grow wide at what she sees... a pair of gray eyes, glowing out in the darkness. The eyes look almost identicle to NightBlades, and thus she jumps up, her tail huge, and takes to the shadows, becomes the shadows. She travels to the rocks where the other stand. She appears out of nowhere next to a shadow, the shadow she had crawled out of, looking back at the forest shakily, she runs to her mother, slipping every once and a while, cutting her fare skin, blood spots her deep ebony coat...-
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Post by Dyssfunkshinel on Apr 4, 2003 20:41:11 GMT -5
((still too lazee to do the colors rite now.))
-Omen's eyes caught the motion of the wolfess as she dashed back. his attention momentarily preoccupied, he did not notice the gaze of a smokey white she-wolf-
=Ku had caught the male staring at Graeboe. she felt herself bristle, although she did not know why. shrugging to herself, she lay down beside the slate gray wolf, grievous over this last bit of information. she had just joined the pack, and wasn't really prepared to fight....but if she must, then she would.=
((**shruggle** may as well post for Grae too, cuz he's a lazy bum who relays all posts thru ICQ and into my account **miff**))
~Grae's eyes focus on the mahogany male after his attention had been turned. he knew this wolf from somewhere, but where that was he wasn't sure. he remembered the eyes, the soft voice....he blinked, and went back to his own thoughts of this battle ahead. he was a cripple, true, but he would protect what he must with his life. he only feared that he would lose Ku in the process~
(((AND NAMOMONKEYBOOTIES! YOU BETTER IM ME SUMTIME!!! **growl** DakotaCinnammon))
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