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Post by wicked on Jan 14, 2007 0:42:47 GMT -5
The dawn arrived onto the notorious forests of Sallin just liked any other morning. The amber sun rose on the horizon, the birds sleeping in the forest had awoken and greeted the new day with their melodious songs. Rubbish... However, this seemingly mundane morning was already turning out to be quite different already. For pacing the borders of Sallin was a stranger, with a pelt of dark and light intertwined. The skulking form quit pacing, her haunches becoming taut and stiff as she thrust herself onto a nearby boulder, for better observational purposes. Black and white markings blazed the young female, her wild, emerald eyes darting to and fro in anticipation and slight paranoia.
The fae gazed on into the depths of Sallin's dense forests, debating whether or not to turn back now while she still had a chance. The stories that had reached Wicked's ears about this pack had mostly been stories of murder and deceit. Of course, this would drive most newcomers who possessed morals away, but Wicked's morals were what you could safely describe as somewhat warped. Wicked grinned to herself, a witty, toothy grin of one who minds was constantly scheming and plotting, a true strategist. Her tail wrapped securely around her tall, lanky form as she made up her mind at last with a howl that shook the birds from their early morning roosts. The howl continued on for a moment, until she finally dipped her maw back down again, the echo of her call to the alphas or members of Sallin still ringing in her ears.
And now we wait... she thought to herself, sighing softly. Despite her skinny and fragile form, Wicked was one dangerous wolf to be around. Her forte was not close-ranged combatics obviously, but in the long run, mentally, she was a true cold-blooded killer. Her great intelligence was her best weapon at hand, and she used it to her advantage. So now, what was left to do but wait for a reply?
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Post by Squeeji on Jan 15, 2007 14:13:31 GMT -5
The sound of the female wolf's howl had awoken Rat from a brief slumber, he had taken the night patrol, so a rest was welcomed, but he could only smirk as the sound tilted his ears. "Evil never rests it would seem." he stood up and stretched cracking his joints before plodding over to where the newcomer had announced herself.
At least this one announced herself, most beasts curious of Sallin just walked about until they ran into somebody, it made the Alphas ever so peevish. And peevish Alphas took their ire out on the hides of their underlings. Which made Rat very peevish indeed. The scarred wolf moved quickly, to meet up with the company.
She had been easy enough to spot, standing out in plain sight, her coat in sharp contrast black on white, and don't think for a moment that the messenger underestimated her for her size. He acknowledged that spark of intelligence in the female's eye, and a nasty strain of attitude in th way she carried herself. Wonderful, truly a beautiful stain on Sallin's ugly grounds.
With a keen smile the Rat pulled himself out of the foliage, a slick smile across his features as he allowed his presence to be known, "Good morn to you m'lady..." he said silkily, a sound that stood in stark contrast to the horrible visage that he sported. "I am Rat, messenger of Sallin, what is your name and state your business here in these lands." He certainly didn't come off as directly threatening, but there was a darkness to his tone, and a glitter in his eye that spoke of danger like any of the rest of his packmates.
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Post by wicked on Jan 16, 2007 21:58:19 GMT -5
The she-wolf sat atop her craggy perch, her broad ears perked atop her skull, swiveling side to side like a radar device. At a first glance, her pose seemed almost calm and complacent in her surroundings, but Wicked was not so foolhardy as to drop all sense of guard, especially upon entering the lands of a rather notorious pack. Her emerald eyes glittering with cynically twisted wit and sarcasm, she gazed out through the dense arborial growth of Sallin's vastness.
Scent was the first thing that alerted Wicked to the arrival of another nearby. Her rather crooked and pointed muzzle lifted slightly so she could access the greeter's scent easier. Upon this, she was able to deduce that the stranger was a male, and smelling much like the forest itself, part of Sallin. Wicked's maw creased into a mischievous grin, 'Excellent...', she thought, running her tongue across her black lips.
At last, she caught sight of him, his entire form covered in patches of fur and bald spots festering with some grotesque sickness. Wicked had seen this a few times before, having stolen food from neighboring villages, she had encountered a few domesticated canines that held this same deathly visage. As far as she knew, those dogs had quickly died or been put to death out of their misery and suffering, so this male obviously possessed a great deal of strength in order to overcome his ailment. Without showing it in her expressions, this somewhat impressed her. Besides, why should she discriminate against one who is plagued with an ailment, when she herself suffers a similar plight?
"Good morn to you m'lady..." The male spoke with such slick tones and slithery nature, Wicked knew then she had chosen well when deciding upon a proper pack. "I am Rat, messenger of Sallin, what is your name and state your business here in these lands." Rat, rather a charming name for such a charming appearance. Wicked's smirk again lifted onto her face as she saw the glint of threat in Rat's eyes, though he did not outwardly show it in his speech. She turned toward the male and spoke, "Good morning to you as well Rat," she said, with equal slickness to match his, "I am called Wicked good sir, and I wish to seek shelter and protection here and further ally myself with the pack of Sallin," she said with her devious smirk still creasing her maw.
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Post by Squeeji on Jan 16, 2007 22:21:17 GMT -5
Rat smiled at the female, her cool demeanor was pleasant He could respect that. With an almost feline grace the disfigured creature did a circle to inspect the female, testing the air his nostrils flaring. She must have passed the test, since the male slid away to give her some space. She did not smell of enemy lands at least. "If you are looking for some place to protect and coddle you, you are in the wrong lands m'lady. This is as you have stated, the lands of Sallin, but if you are strong, and you are ruthless but wise, there is a place for you if Lady Nightshade deems you worthy. " The male spoke flowery prose, picked well to be a messenger, with a tone like an aged knight.
"The alphess has assuredly heard your call...though i know not when she may heed it. I shall escort you through these lands until she arrives." He stated firmly, though politely, a clever smile on his face, it twisted the scars on his maw hideously.
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Post by wicked on Jan 17, 2007 19:10:14 GMT -5
"If you are looking for some place to protect and coddle you, you are in the wrong lands m'lady. This is as you have stated, the lands of Sallin, but if you are strong, and you are ruthless but wise, there is a place for you if Lady Nightshade deems you worthy. " Rat's first sentence almost brought a chuckle to Wicked's smirking face, but she succeeded in repressing it. "Forgive me, I did not mean to seem so needy of affection and care, I only meant it that I sought to aide and serve the wholeness of a pack, rather than continue on by myself as a loner," she replied as an explanation.
"I have heard well of tales of Sallin, and they do not dishearten me, nor frighten me, rather they intrigue me..." she said, her smirk jumped back on her snarky face once again. It was true though, she had heard many stories of the goings-on in Sallin's territory and also of the pack's infamous leader Nightshade. Lady Nightshade, stories of her ruthlessness had traveled far and wide across the lands, truly an outstanding role model. Now, Wicked was no kiss-up or brown-noser, but she did truly admire Nightshade's attitude and ambition for what it was. The fae snapped back into reality when the male, Rat, spoke again.
"The alphess has assuredly heard your call...though I know not when she may heed it. I shall escort you through these lands until she arrives." Wicked's smirk creased even wider and she nodded her head in understanding, she took to her feet from her relaxed sitting position and slinked off of her boulder, so as to be more on level with the messenger.
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Post by Squeeji on Jan 18, 2007 13:05:20 GMT -5
The rangy looking male just clucked his tongue, he understood the female's sentiment towards his last statement, he was, however just one that played his part of hardened Sallin pack member very, very well. "Tsk, tsk, say no more...Wicked, " he seemed to test the name out very carefully, as to note whether it was right or not. "I understand what you mean...I just chose to reword statement for you. My apologies. " He seemed to shift his weight from foot to foot, Rat was not comfortable staying still for too long.
"I have heard well of tales of Sallin, and they do not dishearten me, nor frighten me, rather they intrigue me..."
"And why not my dear lady...as what pup doesn't ~love~ a good scary story?" His smile was half a sneer as he spoke in a sing-song tone. "And over time, what sort of young wolf doesn't want to investigate the stories of their youth?" He watched her with cool eyes as she leapt down to meet him.
"Tell me Wicked...what was it about the stories that interested you so?"
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Post by wicked on Jan 31, 2007 15:51:38 GMT -5
(ugh. Finally, sorry about the long wait! ^.^  Wicked's green eyes glimmered with a rather eccentric glow as she listened to Rat's words, sliding with rather slippery-tones off his tongue. He had begun to discuss the infamous tales that had brought about the notoriousness of the Sallin pack and Wicked nodded her sleek head once. She was then asked "Tell me Wicked...what was it about the stories that interested you so?" This question brought a grin back to Wicked's haunted features, closing her eyes in though for a moment, recollecting some of the tales that had reached her in the past, and pulling the details out that she found quite interesting. Opening her glinting eyes once again, her tail swayed calmly before she spoke, "For me, the most intriguing buts of these stories involved mentions of Lady Nightshade's ambition and power, and wolves with this drive and ambition to succeed are not found everywhere. In addition to that were the whispers of the sheer malice of Sallin's pack members, in both physical and mental fields. That in some tales, it is said that 'genuine good morals' were a somewhat distorted term within the ranks of these lands." Wicked's statement ended with another one of her sly smirks that creased her maw and narrowed her emerald eyes. |
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Post by Squeeji on Feb 2, 2007 16:28:17 GMT -5
The beast chuckled darkly, it was good to know that the peons of the world didn't underestimate Sallin in the slightest. "Rings perfectly true to my ears...you are at least on the same page." Rat looked over, at the shaded foliage of the pack lands, frozen as of recently, caught with cold.
"But what...pray tell...do you think makes you a wolf of Sallin?" The oily voiced messenger picked his words carefully, not to purposely trap or snare the female, it was just what he did.
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Post by wicked on Mar 4, 2007 1:18:48 GMT -5
The sinister chuckle of Rat only further encouraged her mischievous smirk to rise, forming creases at the side of her maw and her eyes to narrow in malignant delight. "Rings perfectly true to my ears...you are at least on the same page," Rat spoke, and Wicked's narrow skull simply nodded in response, following the male's gaze onto the dark and frigid forests of Sallin's mysterious depths.
"But what...pray tell...do you think makes you a wolf of Sallin?" Rat had continued on, an interesting question indeed, deserving of a well thought out answer. Wicked paused for a moment, the question did not shake her confidence, nor racket her mind in any way, just choosing the right words was a task in it's own for a worthy answer. Shortly after, speech returned to the young female as she spoke, "I have never been noted for my good morality on any terms; in fact I have been told that it is something that I am completely lacking," she replied straight-forwardly, "In the past, my deviant nature and my infatuation with cruelty and malice has had me driven from weaker packs and territories, and I find that in Sallin I might find myself among those who accept those with such.......'marred' ideals." The she-wolf chuckled slightly, reminiscing back to attempts made to enter other packlands, where she was quickly denied for her love of all things evil or unholy. But evil and unholy was all Wicked had ever known in her life, and thusly, it reflected upon her faulted demeanor.
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Post by Squeeji on Mar 11, 2007 13:15:02 GMT -5
"Hmmmm..." he hummed thoughtfully as he began chuckling at her candid explanation of her amoral nature. "Well, if that's true, I'm certain lady Nightshade will fancy you." Rat smiled wide and toothy as though the thought only amused him.
"So what do you think of these lands thus far? Certainly you have not met many, or seen much, but I am sure you have already thought of a place for yourself in these lands." He as making small talk, as they went, keeping a keen eye out for either Alpha as they went.
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