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Post by balor on Feb 13, 2013 15:40:57 GMT -5
The great black wolf padded through the silent canyons. He didn't miss the world he was leaving behind. Talia would take over the packs as he'd asked and everyone would bow to her for defeating him.
Hehe, it is pretty amazing that she could. I wonder if anyone will figure out what really happened?
He shrugged and bounced up the last of the rocks. The smell of rain hung on the wind. He sighed and pulled himself up. It was still baren, and cold on this plane. A wall of dark gray hung over the sky. Only two days ago he left the trio of warring packs. And now he was looking straight into the belly of a large storm.
"Well, looks like I'll be getting a bath soon." He barked shaking out his fur. The golden thread clung a little to his thick fur making him wince. He hoped the wolf he ended up giving it to would be smaller than him. It was meant to be a blessing, not a headache.
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Post by Admin on Feb 14, 2013 16:42:54 GMT -5
The mist shrouded the path before the great black male. Obscuring the lands beyond. The very wind howled with the death cries of those not too long gone. The black male wolf would hear non. Only the nameless one. The one who carried the mist like a blanket on his molted fur. Deep orange set eyes peered like fire from the dark rumy clouds. Regarding him in cool distachment.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old male barked from his place in the darkness.
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Post by balor on Feb 14, 2013 20:03:35 GMT -5
(The full moon asked the three XD)
Balor's nose twitched as a thick mist shrouded over his rugged shoulders. His sky blue eye flickered from one shadow to the next, watching ghostly figures dancing in the air. He sighed and flicked his velvet ears almost sure he'd heard something.
His green eye rose to meet the ember eyes of a figure in the mist. For a moment a very high pitched yelp squeaked from his throat, but he was soon back under control.
Where am I going? The black wolf growled and lifted his head aloft. "I am traveling for no reason." He barked with a competitive growl. "Besides the thrill of moving on." His eyes regarded the wolf. He sniffed trying to catch the scent of pack or lone on his pelt. "Where am I?"
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Post by Admin on Feb 14, 2013 20:23:45 GMT -5
(we've come to fish for the herring fish...)
The molted male twitched his whiskers at the brass wolf's bark. "You seek that which you do not understand. Your path is muddy and lined with blood, yet, you walk on with a smile. It is a rare trait." The wise male sighed his voice writing in mourning.
"But it will not save him. Not the one that you seek."
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Post by balor on Feb 14, 2013 20:32:32 GMT -5
(That live in this beautiful sea...)
Balor's eyes grew wide at the wolf's evaluation of his character. He felt he was in the pressence of one much wiser than he. With a tentative step he moved closer to the shadowy multimarked wolf only to find that he had come no nearer. Had the other one stepped back?
"Who are you?" He barked, ears twitching nervously.
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Post by Admin on Feb 14, 2013 20:41:27 GMT -5
(You're awesome!)
The old wolf stood, his voice commanding the air to project his message to the four winds. "My name has fallen under ice and rock. History alone hold the OakWoods heart in its embrace. Here Balor of the Black Moon, you will face that which would destroy you. That which destroyed my clan in my time and seeks to kill anew. Here, you shall listen to the pain of your brother. The cries of your sister and the sting of the metal you hold.
but beware the waves which will engulph you. Beware the waters kiss. One touch and you will drowned as we all did." The wise wolf sat once more, his body fading, for his message had been spoken. "This is a valley of death. Beware the water. Beware." His final words floated among the air like a curse themselves, breeding fear to all who heard, those alive to still hear.
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Post by balor on Feb 14, 2013 20:58:32 GMT -5
(Dennis the Minis. All I have to say XD)
Balor blinked in shock as the wolf he was speaking too disappeared. Beware the waves? Thunder crashed ahead, making him jump. His thick black pelt rippled with nerves stirred from the chilling words.
"Was that Woodsong?" He barked aloud. Of course he had heard of the Oakwood clan, but they were only stories. Wolves couldn't be wiped out by a great water. It was a myth, and yet, the alpha of the story seemed to have stood where no wolf was now.
"It couldn't be. I'm cracking up. It was a mirage. There's no way this place was the great OakWoods." He shrugged and walked farther forward. Above him the heavens opened and dripped their splender over his raven pelt. He stuck out his pink tongue and lapped the falling moisture into his dry gullet. It felt better than anything he'd felt in moons. A fresh rain. Not a killer, but a friend.
He smiled at his foolishness and padded to the sheer rock walls. A small dip in the crevises provided a gap big enough for his gargantuine body that would be free of the rain. He settled in his rocky den, letting the drip drop of rain sing him to sleep.
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Post by Admin on Feb 14, 2013 21:15:28 GMT -5
(foolish sleeper *evil smirk*)
On the rain fell like a soft patter over the sleeping wolf. It's dark swirling clouds forming in mass. Thunder rumbling where the great wolves above growled in their celestial wars. Waters trickled from over the rocks slowly filling each groove to a pool in the ground. One inch then two. Muddy water mixing with grass with barely contained their unstable holds. Thunder, Crash! Lights split the sky above. Great Beta's tears mix with the crystal blood of the warriors. Dark, Light, Thunder Crash! Winds howling, the storm is coming closer. The waters higher. It senses the fear, forboding.
In the night, cries of the ghosts drowing in their sorrows once more. Unseen paws pound the water. Fleeing, ever fleeing from the rain. Oakwoods, the ancient utopia, drownding again...
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Post by balor on Feb 14, 2013 21:55:00 GMT -5
Cold water prickled into Balor's leg fur making him shiver. He opened his multicolored eyes and gazed in shock. His chin was soaked where the rain had flooded into his crevise. He stood and shook out his fur, throwing himself out into the storm. A wicked howl stung his ears from the wind.
Balor! He could swear it was screaming. His pelt prickled with the chilling words of Woodsong. Balor
His eyes flew to the sky. His friend now seemed to wail with a fierce light. Fear, thick as the flood burned against his paws. Get to higher ground. Just get to higher ground
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Post by Admin on Feb 14, 2013 22:07:59 GMT -5
"Balor!" The voices called again. Deep orange eyes pleaded from the shadows. "Balor, we're coming." The black female barked. "Balor!" Another voice, deeper, more painful. "Where are you brother?"
"Balor! Remember, your power. Remember!"
Voices, dead and alive howled around him. Meshing like mud and rock. Balor! Balor!Balor!
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Post by kitkattish on Feb 15, 2013 8:45:12 GMT -5
(O.O Thats kinda creepy...BALOOOOR!!!)
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Post by Revera on Feb 15, 2013 8:50:50 GMT -5
(Thank ya lol)
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Post by balor on Feb 15, 2013 9:03:37 GMT -5
On he ran. Paws slapping the ground in high splashes. Voices, somewhere, Everywhere, closing in on him. His breath pained his chest like he'd swallowed thistles. He knew the voices or most. Cash's ember eyes couldn't be forgotten.
Kiba... Father....
Balor! The storms screamed. Suddenly his paws were no longer under him. With a splash he landed on his side and skidded down with the flow of the water. The hungry lap pulled at his coat and into his eyes, blinding him. The voices, pleading, crying.
"Stop it!" He howled to the wind and rain. "Stop it!" The storm laughed at his cries. One among millions, why would it listen. "Kiba." The black wolf winced a shiver forming in his tense muscles. "Will I see you Brother? Are you trapped here?" His muliticolor eyes gazed around the miserable scene. Flecks of water formed like crystals on his whiskers and between his fur. Slowly he felt the waters raising. There was nothing to hold it steady. There was nothing to call it home.
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Post by Admin on Feb 15, 2013 17:13:49 GMT -5
The voices held him in their grasp. He was giving in, the water sucking his senses and poisoning his mind until nothing could be seen. Fall Balor, join your brother, join your Father. Those who would care for you are gone. Fall Balor Fall! The water lapped against his chin again. Into his ears and reaching for his mouth. It's soft insistant pull drawing him ever closer the the peace of the watery grave. Fall Balorrr-Enough!
Another voice, stronger than all the others stood among the torrant. Like a black mass the darkness manifested. It's cold fingers sapping the breath from the living being until through it another black male formed. Son, look at what you've become. The great Zeus snarled flashing his fangs at his son. Stand and fight for what you are. You are Black Moon!
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Post by balor on Feb 15, 2013 17:43:53 GMT -5
Balor couldn't stand anymore. The tears of his loss stung his eyes even as the water found the ridge of his thick black lips. Father, Brother... Their voices were close, calling him home. Calling him to the quiet. The rain was a patter on the stolen ground now. It was soft, it was soothing... It was....
Enough! The roar of the ghostly broke the curse the drips of crystal water had cast. He watched, hackles raised in fright as the storm changed forms. What was once mist now moved as the great black wolf. Zeus had returned.
"Father?"
Son, look at what you've become. Balor glanced down at his body. Mud caked his coat and clung to his face. The water pulled, edging him away, from the truth of Zeus and his pressance. "Father, it's so heavy. I can't move..." He barked eyes misting again. The lightning cracked with laughter over head. It's sopping giggles burning his ears even as his father spoke.
Stand and fight for what you are. You are Black Moon! The black male pinned his ears and growled. "I know! I know you wanted Father, what you always wanted. I know you want me to be strong,... but I'm tired." He let his head fall to his paws, snuffling as the water sunk into his nostrils. This was how it would end, just as how it had begun. Shaming the name of Black Moon, with weakness.
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