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Post by karst on Jun 28, 2007 18:38:29 GMT -5
Karst walked ontop of the white yet dark snow i
t was turning night he had to get to the border
of Sallin so the he can be accepted among them.
Karst had no home he was a loner. He tried out
some small packs but they wouldn't let him in.He
didn't know why he wasnt as diffrent as them he
had a very white coat and a pink nose but that
didn't stop him from getting into a pack.He was
a very strong wolf though you could tell by the
look of him.He sniffed the air.He was at the border.
He then rose his head and sniffed. "This is it" he
whispered then he lifted his head and howled.
He knew it might take a few to min's for a wolf
to come but he would be there all day if he had to.
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Post by karst on Jul 3, 2007 14:15:00 GMT -5
((Bump))
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Post by akatsuki on Jul 3, 2007 21:36:04 GMT -5
The winds howled...
The skys were dark....
...and there was another on the borders...
A rouge. A loner. A tresspasser...
Cries echoed in the air, the melodies of Sallin's power, it's cruelty, it's lands void of all mercy. To come in, meant many things. You would either be seen as a worthy member, a trespasser that needs well to prove themselves, or even...one unworthy to even so much as stand on the sacred grounds of Sallin. These were the ones that would not do. Their attributes must be weighed, their loyalty tested, all their secrets revealed, and that be only before their souls were admitted entrance to this place, the only one were the weak were oppressed, and only the strong and loyal survived. That was how it was, and that was how it always would be.
A test must be given, and a test must be passed.
Haunted winds blew across these grounds, and carried with it the stench that would curl the nose of any wolf of Sallin, or send a smirk seething up their face, or send a fury deep and hot within their coursing blood. But, unfortunately, it was the latter for Akatsuki, for already the same sinister expression was carried upon his morbid features, and the game was already beginning.
The shadows slunk in around the border, crawling, reaching, hissing in their futile rage, if only to snag yet another hapless victim and drag him down to the depths and the void that was Sallin's greats darkness. Maybe, just maybe, the shadows would have their chance to claim another soul this night. No, it was no chance. At this wolf intruder he would not fail. He could not fail.
The shadows would have their next life.
"Name yourself, intruder....." The voice called out from the darkness, a hiss, and then, only a beaming, frightening pair of glowing orbs peered out at Karst. They held no emotion, or betrayed none, and soon, the pupil- less emeralds had sunk to narrowed slits; those of a poisonous snake...and one ready to strike.
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Post by karst on Jul 4, 2007 14:56:27 GMT -5
Karst looked at the wolfs eyes that stood before him.
He was not scared of this wolf for he new these
wolves would try and think he was scared of them
but they were wrong.
"Name yourself, intruder....." a voice called from the darkness.
Karst rose his head and swished his tall. Karst new
what he had to do to get in and it wasn't to fall over on
his belly it was to see if he is strong enough to
fit into this pack of heartless wolves.He knew he
was though.
"I am karst I have walked many miles to this pack they call sallin" he said to the brownwolf."I come for accpetance to this pack"
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Post by karst on Jul 10, 2007 17:15:40 GMT -5
(bump)
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