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Post by Lu on Dec 16, 2006 17:58:27 GMT -5
Delicately shaped limbs dipped into the white cool layer that surfaced the grassy fields as the feminine silhouette of a seraphic temptress shifted from within the obscurity of a den inside the territory known as Wood of Ypres. The moonlight, reaching her sinewy outline gracefully, revealed the wolfess to the world. It was Zibah, mostly known as the alphess of Aldora, a local pack.
The heavenhounds had recently claimed that den, after having to leave their own lands. Their homelands have been suffering the interference of those relentless creatures who walked on two feet, the humans. She hated them deeply, but thanked god Nagir was there to rescue her beloved pack. Somehow, he was related to how she acquired the place, but let's not get into this, not now.
She shivered slightly at the contact with the chilly ground and low temperature of the atmosphere. Winter was obviously her favorite season, but it hit her by surprise. The snowstorms were more and more frequent, and she couldn't help but horry about Rasue's and Hatti's puppies. They were somewhere around there, and she hoped their parents were taking good care of them. Otherwise, if any puppies were to be find dead or sick, both -even though Hatti never claimed to be one of them- would be punished.
Sighing, she began to slowly get used to the chillness. There were more important things to care about, anyway. Like wondering were the heck her packmates were that night, 'cause none of them were with her when she was asleep inside their lair. They'd better get there quickly, because no one would want to see that female pissed, really.
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Post by Storyline on Dec 17, 2006 12:48:52 GMT -5
A Storyline-shaped snow figure was just laying on the ground near a tree. She couldn't find her way back, so she just slumped herself down under a willow tree and slept the night off. But in the process, she got covered in snow. She was worried about her, and the new one, or ones inside her. She didn't want them to die.
She huffed in her sleep, some of the snow tumbling off to show some parts of her coal coat. She jolted awake, hearing a decently large 'stomp' from afar. She was scared to death, and shook of the snow off, and just hid herself near the tree for some odd reason. She still couldn't tell were the den was, but saw something in the distance.
She merfed and stood up, making her way over to the creature slowly, still unsure of what it was. She took a deep breath in, and looked again more closely. "Zibah...?" she murmured, close enough for the other to hear. If it wasn't Zibah, sure as hell Storyline would run off.
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Post by Lu on Dec 17, 2006 13:55:44 GMT -5
Catching a feminine voice calling her name softly in the distance and taking in a rather familiar scent, Zibah quirked both invisible brows, shifting her tired body to the direction of the sonance. The light snowstorm gave her a hard time on seeing who was it, exactly, but eventually she'd recognize the wolfess.
"Story!", she gasped in horror. What the hell was her caretaker doing outside when the weather persisted on being so cruel that night? She was carrying a child, for God's sake! "Are you crazy?!"
The alphess made her way to where her subordinate stood quickly. Her eyes glinted in worry, head motioned as she demanded her to follow. The pack den was a much better place for a pregnant wolfess to be in. Correction: any place would be, rather than a snowstorm.
{ew, that sucked.}
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Post by Persilla on Dec 18, 2006 2:08:25 GMT -5
Persilla, being the stubborn broad she was, wouldn't accept the kind welcoming of a near den. It beckoned her, almost taunting her, and inside she knew not of the Matriarch Zibah. If she did, it would be a thanked excuse to enter. No, she'd rather sit out in the snow and wait until the storm blew over- but it was already blowing, alright. Of course, the snow had interfered with the Alpha's scent. It also shielded her near perfect vision, and she could not see Storyline exploring the den. She new of the offspring her packmate was carrying, and it was a rather off move of her to be wallowing out in these conditions. If she was to catch a case of hypothermia, it would be the loss of not just one Heavenhound of this dear clan. Oh, dear.
Persilla yawned a somewhat squeaky call, her lids clenching together to block the ice from entering her coral eyes. Mint radars were pinned against her arrow-molded apex. Wings were constantly wriggling and twitching, ridding their silken feathers of the frost. Sinewy beaut snarled a damning word and shuffled blindly to the ground. She was keen on the winter, though the hail and constant pesking of snow and sleet she could nix out of the holidays. Eagle parasols extended mid-flight seemingly, and then rested comfortably over their carrier at once. Duchess underneath would be kept warm and sleep throughout the harsh weather, in the own privacy of her shade. Where was the security of her sister or a fellow friend in times like this?
Ah, yes, her sister; Ezmerelda. Surprisingly, she’d encountered the dove not but just days ago. The thought soothed her emotionally and physically, and her champagne and lime fused dorsal would relax in a state of harmony. Hopefully, she would nod out soon. Per played the sacred moment with her kin again and again about in her head, though the issue that discussed was hardly a pleasing one. Jezebel gave a guttural snort, sloshing her tongue about her deathtrap, caressing each lovely pearly white. In a fraction of a second, the conditions in her sheath got unusually, and uncomfortably warm. “Jesus Christ!” the maiden blared, coral forepaws hoisting the sinewy beast onto her fours. And then she heard a faint utter... ‘Zibah.’
”Zibah?” she’d bay out into the distance, the weather showing no mercy whatsoever. This was going to be a long night. Instinctively, she’d awkwardly step over the mounds of snow, silhouette sinking into the frost as soon as she laid paw on the blanket. For Heaven’s sake, when was this to clear? Persilla groaned and persisted on, finding that the den was actually in shorter proximity of her nook than she presumed. The ass of Story was soon in her face. Growl brewed, lips wrinkling in a very eerie manner. “Go on, Story!” she’d bark, nosing at the female’s hindquarters with force.
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Post by Idolatry on Dec 18, 2006 5:30:12 GMT -5
Bursts of snow flew forth in chunks, and tiny bits of powder with each pounce into and out of the deepening alabaster blanket which benighted the hearth. Glints of purple, white and blue went off in an array of beautiful pigments among the white atmosphere, and worked it's way on an upwards slant, nearing the den with each forceful leap, charging hard against the penetrating winds. A pair of protruding, alabaster antlers would have told any that it was Idol making his entrance clear as day, with servings of freshly hunted rabbit grasped tenderly between his beaming brims.
Plume-washed, multi-toned sails were at the ready, aiding in balance, as well as extra kick to get through this wintery mess as he continued on the upwards slant. By the expression held upon his pale features, he looked to be enjoying the challenge. It seemed simple enough, and with his smooth winter's attire, it was definitely great fun, not having to worry about coldness, or dampness infecting his lean hide.
By the time he'd reached the den, assuming the pair before himself had already made it safely inside, he'd bounce right on in after them all covered in luminous powder, which he'd pause only to shake free from his silky canvas. Striding up to a more centered placement within the den, he dropped his prize to the den floor, and looked to his packmates, still panting from the journey. He was able to recognize Zibah, of course, Persilla, and Storyline. But where was the rest of Aldora? Surely he'd hoped that they weren't trapped outside in the storm, unable to find their way here, where it was warm.
"Anyone hungry?" he asked with a sideways grin, proud that he'd be able to at least feed the few that were present with his rabbit hunt. He'd managed to fill his stomach before he arrived, so he didn't bother himself with second helpings, and thus left the rabbit for whomever chose to feast upon it. Making his way over towards Zibah, he sat near her; dome issuing forth a soft nod in hail. "Where's the rest of the pack? I hope they're not stuck out in that!" He gestured, with his dome, towards the mouth of the den where the winter's tantrum echoed outside in rage. "Perhaps I should go looking..." He pondered aloud, still leering at the den's entrance; a look of concern quickly finding it's way upon his features.
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Post by Lu on Dec 18, 2006 6:40:51 GMT -5
Catching two new silhouettes shifting in the distance, the godlike temptress squeezed her eyes tightly in attempt to recognize them. The snowstorm was obviously messing up with her senses, and she couldn't detect them by scents anymore. Hmm. One of them was a female. Ah, Persilla!
Seeing the still unranked bitch hesitated about entering their god damn cave, she couldn't help but get pissed. This whole brutal winter thing was already getting on her nerves, and she would not let a stubborn member make things even worst. Passing by her in a dangerously slow walk, her ears and tail cocked in dominant posture, the alphess snarled, in the quietest tone possible. She sure didn't want to start a fight, but if it was necessary to make Per shift her relentless ass into the den, well, whatever. Anything to keep the pack safe. "Get in, Per."
Once giving her subordinate her warning, she turned around, as crimson met pewter. Idolatry! Glad to see her beta, Zibah allowed a smirk of delight spread across her wolfish lips, forgetting for a second about her pack's situation. Idol was probably her most trusted friend, and also, there was no doubt he would help her with the current mess if she asked him. You know, Beta duties and stuff. She walked over to him lazily, limbs dipping into the snow as she left a short track of pawprints that started from the den's entrance until where she now stood, in front of him. Her face approached his, lips parted as her pink tongue lolled off and the female licked him on the cheek in salutation. "Idol! I'm glad you're here!", she greeted contently, her tail wagging back and forth behind her slender frame.
Zibah escorted the male of seraphic features into their pack's lair, kindly refusing the hunt. "No, thanks.". Leaping on a massive and cold stone gracefully, she took a second to adjust her stance. Ears swiveled before perking up, tail now curled around her golden dipped forelimbs as she sat upon hindquarters. Bitch cleared her throat, trying to catch her packmates' attentions. If sucessful, she'd ask the question that had popped in her head ever since the snowstorm began. "Does anybody know where Rasue is? We need to make sure she's safe, just like Story."[/color]
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Post by Persilla on Dec 18, 2006 11:34:24 GMT -5
Persilla was most displeased with her Matriarch’s take on the whole deal of things. She was only taking into consideration their Caretaker’s health, and so stayed to encourage the doll into the den. Story seemed rather leery of the sanctuary. But, the dame bit her tongue and sidestepped Storyline to enter. Per expected her ‘superior’ to follow behind, being that it was safe and secure. The view was drab and odor was musky and potent with the Alpha’s perfume, though it was certainly quite warm and at least it was shelter. Persilla entered with a radiating beauty; parasols unfurled and extended, fluttering to rid their immaculate silk of any residue from the cruel weather. She was poised and self-respecting, although she lacked any rank. Regal pose wavered as her sinewy silhouette convulsed, frost rolling off her lime spine like magic. Duchess smirked and sighed in relaxation, letting her aerials form a sheath and lay comfortably on her dorsal. “Zibah, Idolatry.” Persilla mused, acknowledging them at once by conforming to their middle and offering a courteous and sincere bow. “My apologies for back there, Zibah. I was ensuring that Storyline got in here safe and sound.” Of course, that was the nice way of putting it. She wanted to raise hell for that scene, though wouldn’t let it appear that way. Persilla wanted to appear docile; it was a polite demeanor, one that she preferred portraying. She was also in no condition to act like a headstrong fool and challenge her Alpha. Godly physique gained confidence as she’d recline into a sitting statue, raising her skull to look upon the leader, mainly, waiting for approval.
(okay. short and pathetic. sucked, but i'm extremely tired.)
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Post by Lu on Dec 18, 2006 13:43:00 GMT -5
Zibah blinked, seeing the subordinate tense at her orders. Still, she was glad the shewolf didn't dare to challenge her. Internal conflicts were completely useless, and everyone needed to cooperate if they wanted to survive the winter. As Per entered the den, she sighed, understanding why she wanted to stay outside. "It's okay.", she muttered under her breath, crimson voids earning a sudden interest on the soil. "I didn't know you wanted to wait for her."
She then seemed to drown in her own thoughts, tail motioning every now and then. Rasue was alone with her puppies somewhere around the forest. Their father, the self-proclaimed divine wolf Hatti, had left her packmate to raise the kids by herself. And he dared to let his intentions clear.
Frowning, the elder femme had a flashback about the day of their 'little' conversation. He was leaving the forest, she tried to stop him. Hatti told her to drop dead and that he only used her huntress to put his children in the world, for some reason he did not bother to tell her. Soon he'd come back and try to take them away, she could feel it. "Fucking bastard.", Zibah growled, her glance almost piercing the patch of landing she was staring at. So much rage for such a kind maiden.
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Post by Storyline on Dec 19, 2006 6:18:48 GMT -5
Storyline walked into a den. She was already cold, and her fur coat wasn't helping her out much. "Thankyou, Zibah," she murred out, licking Zibah's face in a thankyou before she went in to the den as deep as she could, and slumped down. She curled up, and released a whimper. She was worried, for she was already slightly plump with the pregnancy. She also really was worried about her pup{s}, if she did something wrong... they could most likely be gone.
{Sorry for suckiness, I just woke up. xD;}
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Post by Persilla on Dec 19, 2006 7:23:28 GMT -5
Persilla was shook to the bone as a gust of frost made a whirlwind into the cavern. She’d snort and rise to her fours, involuntarily quivering her godly silhouette to shake of any left residue. “Rasue?” the unranked maiden mumbled, claiming a steady upright posture to the far side of her Alpha. “I did not see her... would you like a few of us to go looking for her, Zibah?” She held her head high with grace, poised to perfection as trusting coral eyes grew steady on her Matriarch. Persilla resented this weather, but would reluctantly go out to retrieve Rasue and her birthed spawns if that was what her leader needed. Behemoth parasols fluttered over the cherub-like fem, bits of frost rolling of their silken feathers. Along the doll’s spine were clumps of drenched pelage, underside harboring molded snowrocks against her bare abdomen. As she stood waiting for her Alpha’s approval, who was seemingly in deep thought, the also pregnant Storyline strolled by. Apex dropped as aerials furled to create their own sheath on the duchess’s backside. Persilla’s brows furrowed as their Caretaker collapsed in the far back of their shelter, studying her engorged stomach. She felt as if it was just her and a few others not carrying offspring. Though, procreating wasn’t what Per had first on her list of priorities.
Holy hound smirked rather innocently, tongue escaping trap to caress her onyx mug. Though not in disrespect, Per had left Zibah’s side to join Storyline in warming up. She was still aware that she needed to receive a response from her Alpha, though it couldn’t harm to make nice with Story. Persilla figured she needed a bit of comfort, anyhoo. Trolloping to the rear of the den, she’d offer a polite grin to her colleague, mint ears flattened to her skull. “Hello, Storyline,” the fem greeted, making herself cozy without any invitation. Delta gave a feeble whine as she’d furl her limbs beneath her weight and rest the opposite way of Story, offering her spine and plump wings as a pillow. Per’s charred maw was snug against Story’s swelled stomach, exchanging heat.
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Post by Lu on Dec 19, 2006 8:12:54 GMT -5
Realising how attentive and caring the femme of ebony and bright navy&lime hues was being towards the pregnant packmate. She seemed to take a few more seconds to think about what to do, skull then raised as her focus fell upon the only male in that 'room'. The alphess snorted in attempt to catch his attention, grimace contorting in a expression of pure worry. "Idol and I are going to find her.", she said, leaping off the stone gracefully and walking towards the entrance.
Before leaving, she made sure to explain her decision better. Maybe Per wanted to go, and could end up feeling rejected if Zi didn't make things clear. Smiling weakly, she spoke in the kindest way possible, her head tilting slightly to the side as crimson orbs fell upon the two lasting companions. "Rasue is like a daughter to me, and I feel like I'm the one who should risk my life and go find her. And I think the same goes to Idol because, well, he actually is her father."
Visage aiming to the entrance, she shifted slowly and hesitantly, though never looking back. It was really cold outside, but she'd try to face it as a good way to find out if she was still as strong as when she was young. "I know you will take good care of Story.", Zibah muttered, stepping out of the warmth of their lair, fragile and white flakes melting in contact with her multi-colored figure. "Idol, come."
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Post by Persilla on Dec 19, 2006 9:20:01 GMT -5
Persilla struggled with her wings, as they were far too large to contain solely on her backside. She wriggled about; finally coming to the conclusion where lying on her side was the best bet. Multi-pigmented parasols fluttered upward and out of the way as the delta toppled to her side, limbs extending out towards Storyline. Though, that pose was soon abolished as Persilla caught the muffled speaking of her Alpha, who was pushing near the mouth of the cavern. Maiden sprung to her fours, curious of the happenings as well as tentative of Zibah’s words. She seemed to only nod, flustered by the goingons. Oh, lord. Zibah could lose her life out there, though with Idol’s assistance it was almost certain that they would make a secure trip to retrieve Rasue and her offspring from the horrid climate. Persilla gave a feeble grin, pacing towards Zibah and Idolatry before they exited. She’d whimper, licking at both of their muzzles in respect and also in good luck. “I wish you both luck,” she’d utter a sweet tone, running her mandible over her Matriarch’s spine as she departed. The weather, if worsened, could potentially harm the lives of her dear packmates. Maiden snorted as a current of frost beat down on the delta’s cranium, and she’d be repelled at once. “Well, Story. We’re on our own for now,” duchess would whine, twisting her godly physique to ponder back on the Caretaker. She’d stroll again back to the rear of the cave, moping in a gloomy sort of manner. “Hopefully Rasue is warm in a den with her offspring.” Persilla yawned, a shrill squeak blaring from her voice box as she did. She tried to rid the thoughts of Zibah and Idolatry not returning, and the worries of being snowed in were even more terrorizing. So many things could go wrong. “Anyway, how are you feeling, dear?”
{{ okay, i'm going to wait for idol and story to post. or, atleast one of them. oo;; story said she won't be back until later on because she has a concert.}}
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Post by Idolatry on Dec 19, 2006 16:31:29 GMT -5
Alabaster cherub caught the merry greetings of his Alphess, rendering his own caudal in a light waver of pleasantries. He smiled as the escourt was made into the center of the den, where he'd chosen to drop his kill, which was then offered all that were present in the den.
A brief nod issued forth, to the second hail of his arrival, which was made by the unranked lass, Percilla. When the third party remained silent, Idol offered a brief nod in her general direction anyway. Perhaps Storyline would eventually warm up to the other packmates, including himself, and it would only take time before she spoke to anyone other than Zibah. Idol's way about things was definitely different, at least as far as Beta's went. Perhaps it was his gift from the Heavenhound gods; a Heart of gold, which made him out to be the perfect paladin.
With his prize kindly declined, he figured that at least someone would have it as a meal later on in the day, or perhaps one of the packmates that they would hope to find would be in need of a snack.
Idol listened intently to the words conversed between his two packmates. He'd already made up his mind that he himself was going to leave in search of the remaining packmates, as well as his daughter, no matter what Zibah wished of him. In his mind, and any right mind, the pack's lives were much more important than anything else, and as the Beta and highest ranking male at service, it was Idol's soul duty. This is why he was already halfway across the den, with the rabbit clenched between his teeth in offering to the pair near the back, for them to feast on during himself and Zibah's time away. He humbley layed the rabbit before them with a slow bow of his head, asking them to eat, before turning and making his way to follow suit of the nigrescent Alphess.
As the good luck kisses were distributed, Idol gave a crooked grin to the vaguely worry-struck Delta, added by another slow nod. "We'll see you in a bit." He turned back to see Zibah stepping through the mouth of the den, and thus he'd continue to follow; massive sails closing tightly around his bodice as to not take flight with an awkward sweep of the enraged winds, as well as to contain his warmth. And through the mouth of the den, he stepped after his Alphess in search of the others.
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Post by Lu on Dec 20, 2006 8:29:56 GMT -5
As the trusted packmate joined her side at the entrance, her focus would shift to the snowstorm outside. Onyx lips parted slightly in a sigh, and she hesitated to step out of the den. In her mind, the godlike matron attempted to trace a plan so they could travel across the lands safely and find Rasue before a disaster happens to her. But there was nothing. The fear that slowly threatened to take over her was blocking her thoughts.
Taking in a deep breath, she managed to gather courage enough to shrug all her worries off. She was the alphess and it was her duty to keep her pack safe. Zibah just hoped her beta would not catch the glint of fear in her eyes, which she had been tried to hide ever since they gathered in the den. The worst thing that could happen to a leader was loosing the respect of her subordinates, and she obviously didn't want this to happen.
Moving ungracefully and shivering at the cold temperature every now and then, she was now completely out of their place, motioning for Idol to do the same. Her wings would attempt to spread out, but the storm was so strong she could barely move. Fighting against the resistance of the chilly wind, her limbs dipped into the snowy landing as she started her (hopefully) short journey, pearly fangs bared.
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Post by Rasue on Dec 20, 2006 11:44:35 GMT -5
Heavenly female of chocolate and alabaster pigmentation was making her way toward the den withing the Woods of Ypres when the cold winter blow started, bringing a violent storm. The wolfess began to worry about her whelps, who were walking just beside her. It was to cold for them to handle without a shelter. "Let's just hurry up, children." Rasue let scape through her half-opened dial, on a soft tone to her beloved whelps.
Rasue would attempt to get as close to the den as she could, but she knew she would never be able to enter it. Her whelps wouldn't make it. They walked some more, until she found a huge fallen stump: it couldn't resist to the strong winter wind. The female pointed into the wood with her muzzle, commanding to her pups to enter. Rasue would enter after them, in order to close the entrance, and warm up the whelps.
They passed the night there, and Rasue barely slept, watching over the pups. They seemed to feel comfortable, as so did she. She managed to make both sleep close to her stomach, where it was warmer.
When it was already early, the beautiful fae decided to call for help, since the ice storm wasn't strong at this point. But still, the pups wouldn't make it to the den. She gave two steps into the den's direction, and let scape a long howl, hopping anyone would come.
It wasn't a dangerous situation, now the worse it over with the night. However, she would need at least one more heavenhound to help her take Shane and Skydive to the den, where it was safer. Rasue turned herself to the stump, and laid next to her puppies. One of them had waken up with her howl. Rasue just smiled at the little one, and nodded, commanding the whelp to wait.
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