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Post by grebo on Jul 5, 2007 14:23:12 GMT -5
Grebo saw Night's front leg come up out of the corner of his eye. He had thought she might try something like that. Too late to stop kicking now, but his paws were now aimed at both her leg and her shoulder. And she let go. His chest, neck and head were about to go under her massive paw. Instantly he wrapped his muscular forelegs around her neck tightly, as if giving her a hug. He was now a scarf of enormous weight, and he was sure she couldn't possibly stand for much longer now, especially with him hanging around her. She couldn't drop him to the ground now, unless she somehow wrenched him free, but she could hit him with her paw and hurt him. He wasn't looking forward to that. He expected that soon they would fall to the ground together and there might be a wrestling match, unless he managed to kick her shoulder and leg and then steady himself with his back legs on the ground.
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Post by nightblood on Jul 6, 2007 10:30:13 GMT -5
Night held a look of surprise as Grebo's front legs wraped around her neck. She hadn't been expecting that. Her mind worked feverishly to come up with a solution. Half a second later, she remembered something.
There had been bulls at the farm she had been taken to. The giant wolf had watched humans climb upon their backs and get thrown around like pieces of meat. Even some horses bucked and reared at the human sitting on them. Time and again, they would trow their passengers off, sometimes throwing them as much as twenty feet away.
NightBlood planted her back legs firmly on the ground, ignoring the protest from her injured leg. With a forward thrust, she attempted to throw Grebo off her neck. It would be hard with his momentum going the other way, but NightBlood was bigger. Perhaps it would work. If not, the black male would proably end up sideways on her back, his momentum being canceled out by hers. If this happened, she would probably keep bucking and trying not to fall and thereby being pinned.
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Post by grebo on Jul 10, 2007 7:21:33 GMT -5
When Night started bucking, Grebo was surprised. He hadn't thought she would be that strong on her hind legs. Perhaps her left leg was not bad at all, and she had misled him? He wouldn't put it past her.
He had two choices now: he could hang on and continue to try to kick her and make her fall, but he didn't think that would work now. Her leg obviously wasn't as bad as he'd thought. If he did that he would be doing what she expected him to do, and she would just continue to try to throw him. He couldn't risk it, and he remembered one fight where even his heavy body had been thrown off from the back of a lioness, leaving him open to attack as he had fallen to the ground. Granted, he had been younger and sillier then, and a lioness was a lot bigger than this she-wolf: but he would never forgive himself if he failed to learn from a mistake.
As he finished his kick, he stabilised himself momentarily against her back, only for a fraction of a second so that hopefully she would not have time to respond. Then he let go of her neck, and using his powerful legs propelled himself into the air, over her back to land behind her by her back legs. Immediately that he landed he attempted to bite one of her legs so that she would fall. By this time he was panting, and the adrenaline was flowing through his veins. He hoped that she was telling the truth in that she knew the alphas and was a pack member. It would be most frustrating if she had just been playing with him. Grebo never liked to fight unnecessarily.
(lol the last 6 or something posts would only have lasted like a second in real time!)
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Post by nightblood on Jul 10, 2007 12:36:27 GMT -5
{{lolz. yep. pretty much. ^^ }}
As Grebo propelled himself off her back, NightBlood felt his momentum crushing her. She locked her front legs to keep herself up and waited until she heard him land before moving. She didn't want to accidentally plant herself under him again.
As she turned to face him once more, a pain rippled up into her spine. All this movement was aggitating her bad leg. It was flaring up again. As it gave another jolt, the pain momentarily paralized the leg and it collapsed. At the same time her right leg flew up to follow the motion, she felt teeth dig themselves into fur and skin. No time to react, half down and in pain, Night knew the battle was almost over. But would Grebo continue it or end it here?
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Post by grebo on Jul 10, 2007 12:45:54 GMT -5
Grebo bit into Night's leg firmly, using his back teeth so as not to hurt her too much. The idea was to weaken her leg so that she would fall. It worked: she tumbled to the ground like an enormous human building, and he had to roll sideways get out of the way. Perhaps her leg was bad, after all. He felt a twinge of sympathy for her: this wolf must have felt a lot of pain in their spar. But he shook it out of his head. After all, she had suggested it. Quick as a monkey he leapt towards her in an attempt to knock her completely down and pin her. He leapt over from her hind quarters towards her chest, where he intended to place his forelegs. He didn't want to cause her any more pain, and felt slightly guilty despite his instincts.
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Post by nightblood on Jul 10, 2007 13:16:18 GMT -5
NightBlood felt the wind leave her as Grebo's front legs hit her squarely in the chest. She went down hard. Her mind went blank for a moment as it felt the lack of oxygen. She focused on breathing. The giant had done this before. Being knocked around by horses on the farm, her lungs had lost air many times. The shock was so sudden that her body's natural breathing had subsided. She would have to order her lungs to move and her snout to suck the air in.
It only took a few seconds for it to start working. Life was returning. Night's mind was focused again. She found herself on the ground with Grebo standing over her. Had this been a real fight, she would probably already be dead or, at the very least, captured. Yawning to fill her lungs once more, she looked directly at the black wolf and into his golden eyes. She pushed her front half up and attempted to push him off with her shoulder.
"You win."
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Post by grebo on Jul 10, 2007 14:27:33 GMT -5
Grebo looked deeply into Night's eyes, then averted his gaze out of respect. He turned when she pushed him and leapt from her, landing on the ground and sitting down immediately. He wanted to lie down now, but to do so would be disrespectful. Panting hard, he looked at the she-wolf again. In ten seconds his breathing slowed, and in another five seconds it had returned almost to normal. "For a wolf with a bad leg, you don't half put up a good fight," he said honestly. He was sure that she'd heard that before. But anyway. Now that was over, it was time to, finally, complete the aim of his appearance in these packlands. "Can I meet the alphas now, please?" He asked. Inwardly he groaned. Night would call the alphas over, and they would not be impressed by his size and the fact he was looking a little dishevelled. So they would probably want a demonstration too. He had never had to fight more than one wolf to get into a pack. Still...he rallied his courage and stretched the muscles on his legs and chest. He'd have to be ready.
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Post by nightblood on Jul 10, 2007 14:51:04 GMT -5
NightBlood inwardly grinned at the compliment as she stood up, keeping her composure on the outside. This wasn't the longest or the most difficult fight she had ever been in, but he had deffinatly proved himself to be a competent fighter. The pack could use his strength. He could very well make up for her limp and sight loss if they were ever to go to war together...
NightBlood frowned at his request. She had told him that he would meet the alphas after the fight. He did not need to ask again. Perhaps he had been on his own a little too long. NightBlood knew the feeling, forgetting the various behaviors of other individulals. He may need reteaching, just like she had been.
Night nodded despite her thoughts. She half turned toward Arnlan, keeping her good eye on Grebo. She knew a few of her aquantences would give her a good chastisement if they ever found out she had turned her back on a stranger, however much she thought she could trust them. The giant lifted her head to the sky and let loose an air quivering howl. It was loud and low, much unlike a normal female's howl. Hopefully Sofika would hear her, or Karolek would recognise a call for his presence.
As the call ended, NightBlood lowered her head to look back at Grebo. "What you need to understand is the leaders of Arnlan are brother and sister. Twins. They will introduce themselves properly if they see fit. I havn't met the brother yet, so I don't know what he's like. The sister can be serious at times, but, if you don't annoy her, she can be friendly."
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Post by grebo on Jul 12, 2007 11:01:45 GMT -5
Grebo watched as, carefully watching him, Night threw up her head and howled. He never remembered any howl that sounded like that, and his ears flickered as he listened. He was unsure as to whether he liked the sound, but this was irrelevant: it was a means to an end. His throat throbbed. It had been years since he howled.
He listened carefully as she told him about the alphas. A brother and a sister? That was most unusual. When he heard her say that, he looked to the side and didn't hear the rest of her speech until he tuned back in to hear of the sister's personality. Brother and sister. How could that be? Were they equally matched in strength? How was the pack populated? Did it rely solely on outsiders, or were the alphas incestuous?
He looked back at her. "Thankyou for the information," he said without expression. It was well-intended information, he knew, but meaningless to him. He couldn't tell the difference between a nice alpha and a nasty alpha - as long as they were fair and strong leaders, he didn't care about their personalities. He preferred to keep his distance anyway: alphas were used to wolves being extra nice to them. Whenever Grebo tried to be extra nice, he ended up saying the wrong thing, or the right thing in the wrong way. It was all very confusing. But whether or not he knew the alphas, his goal was crystal clear to him: he would protect them with every scrap of his life. Although if they were a brother and a sister, the rules might be different as they couldn't produce strong offspring...
He shook his head to shake all of the strangeness out of it, and waited.
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Post by Karolek on Jul 13, 2007 20:44:46 GMT -5
Karolek was keeping himself busy by wandering aimlessly through the packlands, allowing various thoughts mull through his head. Specifically, the thought of meeting his packmates...He remembered his meeting with Alex, and what she'd told him. It was a necessity to figure out the motives behind each and every one of the wolves that called Arnlan home.
The question was: how?
A summoning howl provided an answer, if only a temporary one. It was a call from a member to an Alpha, and he was going to respond...After all, this was the perfect opportunity for him to 'get to know' a few of his members. Picking his leisurely walk up to a trot, Karolek headed in the direction of the sound, making sure to remain as silent as possible on the way. Sure, this was a member he was heading towards, but there was no reason to drop all stealth and lollop around like a half-grown pup.
It didn't take long for him to arrive at the scene, but the dark wolf held back for a moment within the shadows, watching Nightblood and Grebo with interest. It was slightly disappointing to realize that he knew neither of them; well, that would change, now wouldn't it? After a few seconds, Karolek moved quietly up to the two wolves, with a disinterested frown on his face. Okay, so maybe it was rather cruel to make these two think that they were a nuisance to him, but...it was fun. "You called?[/color] He didn't ask for their names, because he figured they'd probably give them anyway. And, although he was feigning disinterest, he was actually quite eager to find out who these two were, and why they'd summoned him.
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Post by nightblood on Jul 14, 2007 18:14:45 GMT -5
As soon as a slight green glow appeared in the shadows, NightBlood know she was in the pressence of Karolek (Sofika had blue markins). She stayed put, trying not to let him know she knew he was there. She didn't know him yet, so she didn't know his personality. It was only when he stepped forward and spoke that she acknowledged him.
"Ah, Sir Karolek. NightBlood."
She said her name only as a quick introduction and just as quickly realized that she had practically introduced both herself and Karolek to the black-and-white stranger. 'Great,' she thought to herself, 'Why don't you walk into Sallin and tell them every Arnlan secret next?' Inwardly growling at herself for about the thousandth time, she moved on to the more pressing matter.
"Grebo, here, has asked for admittance into the pack. I've tested his fighting skills and found him worthy to meet you, as I do not have the priveledge to accept him."
She stepped back and looked from Karolek to Grebo, then back to her alpha. Folding her ears back, she waited for an order or some other means of reply. Perhaps she would finally get to know him, but now was not the time to get very personal. He had business to attend to, and he was not to be interupted.
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Post by grebo on Jul 20, 2007 6:37:28 GMT -5
(Sorry! *hangs head in shame*)
Suddenly, Grebo noticed a presence in the shadows. A black wolf hung there, watching them - although it was difficult to know if he was watching them, as his eyes were covered by a fringe of shaggy black hair. The glowing green spots on his muzzle could be mistaken for eyes, and at first Grebo thought that was what they were - but no wolf has four eyes.
This wolf had the form and stance of an alpha, and Grebo knew to keep his manner formal and polite. As the wolf sauntered over to them, Grebo bowed his head as he had done before to Nightblood. It seemed that in this pack, one had to be accepted twice. This was slightly frustrating, but it would be worth it, he told himself.
Nightblood identified him as Karolek. The alpha male, the one she hadn't met. She also admitted her full name to Grebo, which surprised him: perhaps now she trusted him more. Or perhaps it was a mistake. Well, it didn't matter either way. He didn't care. She knew his name too.
Grebo didn't need to say a thing. His larger acquaintance said it all for him. He only glanced at the alpha through his golden eyes and then quickly back down at his paws. Worthy enough to meet you, Nightblood had said. He felt slightly annoyed by that. He had been polite in the fight, and he had beaten her without unreasonable effort even though no blood was drawn (other than the spots of blood now drying on the sksin of his own muzzle). How worthy did one have to be to set eyes on the alpha? He did not like that. He hoped this was not one of the alphas he had come across that sat in the shadows weaving stories about themselves, and remained in that position during wars.
Still, one cannot pick and choose one's alpha. He waited for a reply, or for more talking and formalities that would allow him into the pack.
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Post by Karolek on Jul 30, 2007 8:35:55 GMT -5
((I am so sorry this took so long. o-o))
"Ah, Sir Karolek. NightBlood."
The Alpha nodded his greeting, shifting those invisible eyes over to where the newcomer stood. He was wary of yet more strangers being a part of his pack; and yet, Karolek wasn't going to close off the pack completely. That would simply be avoiding the problem, not solving it, and he'd learned already the negative effects that came with avoiding a problem.
The wolf's expression remained unreadable, although if one were to really evaluate it, then they'd notice the sternness. He didn't look particularly impressed, but there was no impatience or anger in his face; rather, it was as if he were waiting for something to happen that would change his mind about the stranger.
Problem was, he hadn't made up his mind yet.
"Grebo, here, has asked for admittance into the pack. I've tested his fighting skills and found him worthy to meet you, as I do not have the priveledge to accept him."
For the first time, a smile slid over his lips, ruining the 'intimidating' facade that he'd put up earlier. "Worthy?" His tone was contemplative, as if he'd never before heard the concept of one being worthy of something. Karolek turned to face Grebo. "She says you can fight, that you are worthy."[/color] He spoke as informing Grebo of some fact that the stranger didn't already know...Of course, there was that hint in Karolek's voice that suggested he was joking.
Karolek, joking? Never!
"I suppose, then, that I could accept you into this pack."[/color] There was that thoughtfulness again; it was like the Alpha had never known that he had the power to accept and reject hopefuls. Sofika was more experienced in the method of acceptance, since Karolek usually just harassed intruders, but the male wanted to try it out anyway. He wanted to accept Grebo, but somewhere in the back of his mind, a question arose. If this Grebo was good at fighting, then who's to say that he wouldn't be good at fighting (and harming) his fellow packmates? How was Karolek supposed to know whether or not he could trust this newcomer? Well, there was always the method being extremely blunt. He, however, was not too good at that. Karolek had a much more...vague personality. "Why did you come here, Grebo? I mean, why here, rather than any of the other packs around?"[/color] He looked directly at Grebo -- Or, he faced that way, anyway, there was no way to tell whether or not his eyes were actually focused on the other.
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Post by nightblood on Jul 30, 2007 12:20:01 GMT -5
NightBlood looked from Grebo to Karolek and back to Grebo when the Alpha questioned her words and began to adress the newcomer. She looked down at her paws and sat down, contemplating her leader's actions. He was, without question, a very strange individual. He hadn't said two scentances and, already, he proved himself to be unpredictable.
The giant looked to Karolek and grinned when he pointed out something that had been invisible to Night. She had never thought to ask those questions to any hopeful. She had always accepted that they simply came to Arnlan because it was the closest pack, never considering that they might have chosen it.
As a precaution, and just because she didn't have anything else to do, NightBlood stayed put. If Grebo desided to attack, he'd have her to deal with unless Karolek ordered her leave.
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Post by grebo on Aug 3, 2007 11:34:48 GMT -5
Grebo sat with his head bowed as he listened to Karolek's words. His expression did not change. He looked splendid: his fur was glistening in the sun reflected from the snow, and his two white paws had been cleaned by the meltwater.
More questions; more talking. I suppose, then, that I could accept you into this pack. Grebo looked up, glanced at him with eyes as yellow as the sun, then looked back down. There was more that the alpha had to say.
He asked why Grebo had chosen Arnlan. That, at least, was answered easily. He spoke with his low voice that was always lacking in tone. "Sir, I have travelled three years before coming here. In all that time I have seen many packs, as I'm sure you can imagine," he paused. What was he going to say next? He thought for a few seconds, and then carried on when he had found and caught the lost words that had escaped into his mind. "Many have been very similar, and few had good reputation. I don't ask for much: just to be treated fairly, but even that was too much for some packs. It seems the fashion these days is to have one sordid alpha and many slaves." He looked up again, his eyes shadowed with thought. Not all packs had been like that. Some had wanted him. But he hadn't wanted them...he couldn't really explain why. So he wasn't going to try. Finally, he drew a breath. "This is the area where I want to grow old. It feels better than any other area I have been to. It's not perfect, but it suits me, and the only other packs I have come by is the amiable dog pack Synl, and...well..." he looked Karolek in the fringe briefly. "Those murderous dog-killers, Sallin. I gave them a very wide berth indeed when I found out what they were like." The muscles on his shoulders shivered slightly. He looked at the ground again. That speech hadn't been bad. He'd said a lot, which was most unlike him, but if he wasn't going to be accepted here then he'd not have a hope in hell. He'd spend the rest of his days as a loner. Whether it made sense, Karolek would decide - but at least he hadn't upset anyone or demonised himself. Well...not apparently, anyway. All he had said was...actually, nothing on the merits of Arnlan. He'd only said it was the least of a group of evils. Perhaps he'd better say more and change that. His ears flicked backwards, then forwards. "The more I hang around here the better I like it. I was immediately met by Nightblood, so the borders are well-guarded, and Nightblood and I had a spar, which proves it's not easy to get in here. I hold well with the traditional acceptance measures. And it wasn't long before you came, either, sir. I like it here." He sighed quietly. Did that make sense?
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