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Post by krystalwolf on Aug 20, 2006 17:47:17 GMT -5
Krystal looked at the area around her. Her heart pounded with fear of being turned away. She looked at the ground and sighed. A cool breeze blew in her face. A shiver was sent down her spine and she looked up, a face with slight determination.
She was going to find a home. Maybe these strangers would allow her into their home. Maybe they would turn her away. Krystal looked at the cloudy sky as it began to sprinkle. She cast aside her past and continued.
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Post by michelle on Aug 22, 2006 12:23:59 GMT -5
An enormous black form was loping slowly along the borders of Arnlan, seeking out trespassers that were common these days. Some of them had been worthy enough for acceptance, but there were others that hadn't made the cut. They were either dead, or cast into one of the pits as Scum. Slowing to a steady walk, he raised his muzzle to the wind to quest for scents. He hadn't been expecting any in this area, but catching the scent of an outsider, he picked up his pace again and slid into the shadows between the trees, intent on sneaking up on the intruder. Soon, he found what he had been looking for. The wolfess was mostly gray, with much white and some black. She looked weak, unfit. He would soon find out for sure, though. Soundlessly, he leaped from behind her, graceful and deadly at the same time. If he landed on his mark, he would throw the outlander to the ground and pin her there.
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Post by krystalwolf on Aug 22, 2006 21:21:39 GMT -5
Krystal looked up just in time to move out of the way. She looked at the black wolf with sudden mix of fear and surprise. She arched her back as her father taught her when she was a cub.
She was unsure of her needing to fight. She looked at him, cold swept through her.
Krystal knew that her chances of being accepted were slim, but she needed a place to call home.
She had to keep her ground, and keep her mind on defending herself. She hated being vunerable.
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Post by michelle on Aug 23, 2006 18:55:31 GMT -5
Snarling with frustration, Karolek leaped again, determined to knock her to the ground and pin her. He was bigger and faster than her, and it would only be a matter of time until she was down. She smelled like a weakling and he didn't allow those into Arnlan. Nor did he allow anyone to leave the lands after they had stepped foot in them. He moved like a whisp of smoke struck by a sudden breeze, darting forward like a snake.
If she didn't stop evading him, there was a good chance he would end up killing her. For now, he had something else in mind. The ditch in the center of the packlands was slowly emptying, and he wanted to refill it. She was a prime candidate because he had noticed the fear in her eyes immediately, and her fighting stance was laughable. There could be no other use for her.
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Post by krystalwolf on Aug 23, 2006 20:36:13 GMT -5
Something sparked within her. She heard thunder roll silently in the distance.
Krystal growled as she watched him leap towards her. She remembered something of her old pack before it was lost, a fighting style.
She tried to do it the way they did it, it looked easy, but she tripped on a root near her feet.
She grunted with slight surprise and pain as he landed on her, pinning her down to the ground. She gazed into his hateful eyes, anger beginning to churn, all she wanted was a home. Another roll of Thunder clashed in the distance, her heart beating fast from surprise.
Cold rain began to fall, she wondered if this was her time to speak.
She struggled against his weight, if she had worried about a fight, she would have made sure she was prepared. Her stomach was empty and she hadn't had water in a while.
She was tired from her long journey here and they had the nerve to try and kill her for it.
Krystal tried again to escape and failed, his strength and weight was more than she could handle at the moment. If only. . .
Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda. . . her father's annoyed voice rang in her ears as if he had just said it now. Krystal was tired, she was tired of being treated like she was scum, tired of always considered weak because she chose not to use her strengths all the time, she was tired mentally and physically.
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Post by michelle on Aug 24, 2006 12:31:31 GMT -5
Growling, Karolek landed on his mark and knocked her to the ground, pinning her to the carpet of fallen leaves. For a few moments, his tail swept back and forth in vexation. Then he gave her a long, measuring look. When he had first seen her reaction, she had appeared weak and worthless. Now, she showed more signs of life, struggling and trying harder. Snorting to himself quietly, he waited until she stopped resisting. Then he spoke.
"Trespasser. I have nearly made up my mind to cast you into one of the ditches as a slave for the pack. However, you have just showed a spark of potential. I will allow you to live, and enter the mainlands as a pack member as I know you want to be, under one condition." He paused, letting his words roll like the thunder she had heard across the quiet woods. "Once you enter, you may never leave again under pain of death. Go now, or turn away—but in the event that you choose the latter, I will kill you without hesitation." His speech done, he moved like the shadow he was back into the trees and disappeared just as entirely. Yet, he would know if she tried to leave—the land itself would tell him so. The rumors could very well just be rumors, but it had been said that he and his sister were Arnlan itself, in wolf form. They would not tolerate weakness or taints in the pack they choose to protect and lead.
(( Okay, Krystal is accepted into the pack. But unless you put more effort into your roleplay, I may have to demote you to Omega. Your roleplay posts are far too short, and don't give me much to work with—which is why my posts are short aswell. Try adding detail like how your character thinks and feels, the weather and surroundings, and how they affect the roleplay. Two paragraphs with five sentences each would be very much more appreciated. :/ ))
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