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Post by wolfurchick on Jul 20, 2008 13:29:29 GMT -5
He had been contemplating again. It wasnt too often that he did this. He was usually too laid back to do so, but recently he had been doing it more and more. Thinking about how it was when Kalli was still alive, how her smile seemed to brighten the whole forest. For a demon from hell, that was pretty good. But she had been no ordinary demon. She had been cast from hell to die in the forest for trying to rescue souls. When they met, Kalli thought he would be afraid, but it was just the opposite. Kalli was afraid of him at first, mainly because he had been so nice to her, a demon. She couldn't talk, but even so, he knew what she was thinking, what she would have been saying.
He remembered looking into her deep, black eyes. Others would have said they were hollow, filled with evil and hatred, but Chainsaw knew better. He saw love, light, passion, hope, and kindness in her eyes. He glanced over at Armegeddon, who was just sitting there, staring like he normally did, as if he was unsure of what to do, or perhaps just trapped in his own mind. His eyes were pure black, just like his mother's had been. Chainsaw couldn't help but smile when he looked at Armegeddon. ARound the pups paws, the grass had withered and died. It was the "gift" given to Armegeddon for being half demon, the "gift" of death. Chainsaw could tell that the pup hated it. Just like his parents, Armegeddon was a soft, kind soul.
Chainsaw was a rather slender wolf, his pelt a soft gray except for the four white square markings on his neck. He had long, black hair that dropped over his odd rainbow eyes and ran down his back in an unruly mannor. He had black and grey stripped stockings on his front paws. The pads of his paws were also rainbow, and he had long stiches which stretched across his shoulder that he had received after accidentaly slicing his shoulder open with the blades hidden in his hair.Armegeddon had a tougher build, especially for a pup, though his stomach caved in as if he hadn't eaten in years. His fur was a darker gray than his father's, but he had the same white markings on his leg and snout, and stitches on his left front leg from playing with his father. The hair running down his back jutted out like a mohak, and he had an odd, long bottom tooth that stuck out even while his maw was shut tight, not to mention the long claws, small black demonic wings, and eyes as black as the sea at midnight on the night of a new moon. Basically, they were two peas in a pod. Ofcourse, others feared Armegeddon for his demonic looks.
Kalli had died giving birth to Armegeddon, though most demons do when giving birth to a half blood. It had broken Chainsaw's heart, but he could never thank her enough for giving birth to his son. He enjoyed having a pup around all the time, and Armegeddon reminded Chainsaw of Kalli, so it was like he never lost her. He watched as Armegeddon lifted his paw, and lightly touched a nearby flower. It emmedietly lost its life, turning black, its petals dropping, and then it too was dead. Chainsaw spotted the greif in his son's black eyes and walked over to him, giving him a reassuring smile, and then a quick shove. Armegeddon emmedietly forgot about the flower and pounced at his father, and the two wrestled into the grass. Armgeddon pushed his father off him and pounced again with pretty good strength. Chainsaw was glad he was still just a pup, or that would have really hurt.
Armegeddon was about a year old, and still a pup, and he would be a pup for a couple thousand years. Neither one complained about it. It was much easier being a pup.
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Post by Emuhlee on Jul 24, 2008 9:45:50 GMT -5
The wolfess wandered through the woods, and would be nearing the end soon enough. Hope was only getting to know what would be her land now... it was weird, seeing her father's pack lands over one hundred years later, and yes, she still blamed herself. If she could save her mother's life, she could save her father's. It still bothered her, that every single time something good, a 'miracle' one might call it, happened to her family, they always thanked one another, they never thought about Hope. They never missed their pup that had died during birth. I mean, what was that? Hope was the cause of Death having lived, and Raven, for that matter. She had saved Skyla multiple times, telling her to turn the other way, and always with her when she ran away. Always. However, she couldn't blame them for not caring. After all, they couldn't see her. She was a ghost at that age. It's not like they had meant it. They would've thanked her. ... Right?
She still pretty much looked the same as she did over one hundred years ago. Her pelt was soft, and not very shaggy, but wasn't short, somewhere in the middle. It was a cool gray in color, with darker and lighter markings swirling throughout it. Her eyes were a light blue, having stayed the same color over the years, and always looked kind; never boasting. Her body was slender, and, if anything, long, definitely not strong. Except for maybe her legs, which were made for running and striking. Hope was fairly small, standing only a bit above three feet and from her nose to tail about three and a half. Overall, Hope was something to look at, she was rather beautiful. Hope never boasted, though, she didn't think that talking about herself, or complimenting herself was right, because it wasn't. That was wrong.
Then again, so was using your Shaman for life again, and then leaving him once she got her body back. There was still a shadowed look in her eyes, a look of regret. A look that wanted to start over, and even though she saved so many, that one who she let down really killed her. She would never let herself forget that. Otherwise, Hope was a fairly kind wolf. She was always looking to help other members of her pack, and even anyone who needed it, really. Hope never tried to be bad, or mean, however, she did have that little side of her that was bad, and mean. Sometimes, she could be angry, and sometimes, she could yell. Sometimes, she just snapped and flipped out. However, that side only came out sometimes, and never around anyone she liked; she was able to hide it until the next person she disliked came and mess ed up. They would be screwed.
Hope came to the edge of the woods, and into the meadow, which had grass much shorter and still had trees scattered about, but not like where she had just come from. This meadow was fairly empty, however once she scanned the area, she saw a wolf... and a pup...? Cute... in a demented, creepy sort of way. She, nonetheless, continued through the meadow at a slow pace, not hurrying or rushing in any way, in fact, she looked rather at east with herself, like nothing was wrong. Life was good, that was the way to put it. Though, it really wasn't. Life was actually quite boring for Hope. She sometimes wished that her life was much more exciting than the life she was currently leading. However, it wasn't, it was boring. She had no goals. No ambitions. She was just kind of... there. As she came closer to the two wolves, she decided not to frighten them.
"Erm..." She muttered quietly, "Hello, the two of you." Hope stated, and then decided to introduce herself. "I'm Hope, Hope Shadowstar. Pleasure, I'm sure." She added, her ears perking slightly and one moving off to the side a bit.
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Post by Demon on Jul 24, 2008 20:10:50 GMT -5
Through the plain, a shadow of a lupine seemed to be moving. The Fae's tan and chocolate coat mixed in perfectly with the head grass, and the black flecks made her appear to be one with the shadows. Her long fur added to the effect perfectly. The only thing truly noticeable about the wolf was her pitch black muzzle, complemented by her sea-foam green eyes. That was how she got her name; Blackjaw. Well, that most likely wasn't her original name. Just the one she gave herself. Saro Blackjaw. She had somehow come to this land after an attack of some sort, which was shocking, considering her height, she wasn't a prime target for attack. All she could remember was the eyes of red, and the crushing darkness. She ended up in Jyotsana's territory, with no recollection other than that. Luckily, she was accepted into the pack and had become a trusted member. That was years ago.
Currently, the wolf saw three others standing in a greener patch. The playful wolf could not resist taking a little detour from her herb collecting trip to chat with them. She approached the small group, her tail wagging. "Hullo there!" Saro barked, then tripped over a stone and fell flat on her face. So much for first impression. She scrambled back on her feet, grinning cheerily. "Whoops! Anyways, nice to meet everyone! Though I'm sure I've seen you around before.... Oh well! I'm Saro Blackjaw!" More like Saro Motormouth.
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Post by --> Susan{xoxo} on Jul 25, 2008 18:05:58 GMT -5
Michiko Nightomen pushed her way through the meadow. She grinded her teeth together as she cursed the crimson moon under her breath. Her body was white, pure white – with the exception of a black mark underneath her eye and a black moon and start upon her right hind leg. Her fur clung to her thin frame; Michiko forced her eyes open as she kept on walking. She was still exhausted from the lunar eclipse just a few days ago. She scrubbed the blood from her fur, but she could still smell the stench of death upon her. She hated it; however it was a curse that she would have to bear for the rest of her life. She just hoped that none of the other wolves would find out about it – because then the only pack she could join are evil ones – and it took Michiko a long time to realize that she wasn’t evil. Then again she wasn’t good either.
Michiko would never call herself weak or pathetic. She could hold her own, she has been doing it for the past hundred years and she would keep on doing it. Michiko has learned how to fight, hunt, and live all on her own – but somehow it felt nice to be part of a pack. Secretly she didn’t really like to be alone, sometimes company was nice. Michiko sighed deeply as she shook her head. She wasn’t going to let herself be shown weak – with that she pushed herself high from the ground – her legs began to wobble for a few moments, but after a while she was standing perfectly straight. Michiko’s eyes flickered around until they landed upon a group of wolves. The Gamma debated if she wanted to actually join their conversation or not. However, subconsciously she began to make her way over to them.
She began to think about her past. Her mother, her father, the life that she once had – she would never really call it happy, but she was content. She felt like she betrayed her mother for some reason, all the things she said and thought about her and most of them weren’t even remotely right. She felt bad that she left her father not telling him if she was coming back or not. She wanted to speak to her mother, but when she found out she was dying – she felt as if she had to stay – even if her mother did not live much longer. Michiko paused and shook her head, why should she think of such things right now? It took her a moment to realize that she had reached the other wolves and was only a few feet away from them. She tilted her head to the side as she sat down upon the ground.
“Hello…” she said in a weary voice. She was still tired, but she wasn’t sure if they were part of the pack or not. Her judgment was a bit cloudy still – which happens – after the crimson moon so all her senses aren’t working properly yet. “Are you guy’s loners?” She asked after several moments of silence. She might as well get right to the point instead of beating around the bush.
(Ignore this post! I'm taking Michiko out of this roleplay ))
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Post by wolfurchick on Aug 5, 2008 17:29:57 GMT -5
(( D= aww sorry about the...major lagging yall )) Chainsaw smiled at both females in a friendly manner, not thinking it odd that they both sorta just came out of nowhere. "Hi!" He told them both in an almost kid-like, extremly happy manner. He was just that way. You hardly ever, if ever, see him anything but happy. Armegeddon hid behind his father. Not in fear. No, that wasnt it. But someone like Armegeddon....wolves usually took a look at him and would hate him and his father. Armegeddon hated that. He just wished he was normal, or that wolves would stop thinking him as a hideous, creepy, demonic monster. Chainsaw emmedietly pulled him out with his paw. Coming from the Blade clan, his movements were almost human at time. He pushed Armegeddon out with his paw and smiled. "Its ok Geddon. These are friends!" He turned to the two females. "Right?" He said with a smile so large that it pushed his cheeks up and closed his eyes. "This is Geddon! He is always a bit nervous around wolves..just because he is half demon. This is my son!" He smiled, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary with anything. " And Im Chainsaw! "
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Post by Demon on Aug 7, 2008 19:01:56 GMT -5
Saro smiled happily, not really caring about appearences. "Course we're friends!" She paused, uncertain about the other wolf. Eh, probably no threat anyways! What sort of evil wolf is named Hope? "Half demon? That's cool!" Saro said, laughing like a child watching saturday morning cartoons. "Nice ta meet ya, Geddon and Chainsaw and Hope!" Saro, being the spazz she was, jumped around a bit, and fell flat on her face. She got up and sneezed, shaking the dirt away.
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Post by wolfurchick on Aug 12, 2008 10:49:40 GMT -5
Armegeddon came out a bit more, sitting down beside his father. He tilted his head curiously at Saro. Chainsaw looked down at his son and smiled. "Told you there is nothing wrong with being half demon. Your mother was all demon! and...well, she was amazing. You would have liked her...." His voice trailed off, but he didnt become sorrowful. He continued to smile.
"So what bring you guys around here?" He asked, just trying to start up conversation. He knew everyone in the pack, and knew they were pack members, that wasnt what he was asking. He was just...starting a converstation. Did I say that twice? whoops...
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