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Post by Darkness on Jun 15, 2007 13:39:25 GMT -5
A dark shape moved through the shadows of the night, ready to attack if his attacking was needed. His fur was onyx; he blended well into the shadows...but he also had a red underbelly. Sanguinaire grinned darkly as he arrived in Romance River, wondering silently if he would manage to find a female to romance here. He needed a flirtation target...Sanguinaire was bored of the other females, those who would leave at his site. He sighed, then glanced over to the river. This was something light, and he had the sudden want to destroy it. Sang wasn't stupid, and he knew he could if he chose to. DarkStar was a land of darkness, yet too many light wolves were here now. He sighed again, looking almost old in the light. Odd it was for him, being a wolf who would live, seemingly, forever.
Sanguinaire was the Devil's Advocate, a lover of the darkness. If he chose to, he would kill...he had the Devil's Spectres on his side, and the Soul-Seekers. Sang paused, thinking for a moment about Allyah. Allyah, the Darkest Miracle. Sanguinaire grimanced at the realization that she could easily die being a Soul-Seeker. Allyah, or Darkest Miracle, was his daughter...and also the daughter of Apocrypha Seladairmephese. Allyah was just like her mother, beautiful. They shared the same eyes...but Sang knew well that Darkest Miracle shared his evilness.
A soft howl came from his maw, signalling to females that he was here, and he was free to find a mate...it was amazing, how light someone could look when they were so full of darkness.
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Post by Da Beatles on Jun 16, 2007 5:26:24 GMT -5
Thick,heavy,fatal looking paws carried a greenish-teal wolf foreward,his face like a slab of rock.A gold circled was around one of his maroon eyes,and a white circle surounded the other.His ears were pricked for any movement.
Nightstead reared on his back leg,balancing for a moment as the howl sounded off.He sniffed heartily,then continued onward.Thinking.
If the wolf was light,he would kill it.Dark,well,the green wofl still hadnt figured that out yet.
FInnaly,he came face to face with him.He was most likely dark.Simply by the way he looked.Black,black fur,red underbelly, and blood red eyes,much like himself.He licked his muzzle,interested for a moment.He then tilted his head ever so slightly downward.
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Post by Darkness on Jun 16, 2007 5:31:15 GMT -5
Sanguinaire snarled at the strange, ghostly even, wolf angrily. "Who the hell are you, to come barging up on me?!" Sang's fangs (hey, a rhyme!) were viciously curved and sharpened, just for the kill. The dark wolf's fur blew in the light breeze; his fur was like blood and night mixed in one pelt, and a very luscious one at that.
Sang's crimson eyes watched the other wolf's carefully, quickly noting features of the brute. His strange fur. His red eyes. His large feet. He quickly put this together in his hellish mind and figured that this male was of something almost magic, and he was not to fool with it too much.
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Post by Da Beatles on Jun 16, 2007 5:36:32 GMT -5
Nightsteed was taken aback for a moment as the wolf snapped,but he recovered quickly.Blinking his eyes slowly,he straightened himself to the highest he could.Pretty big,Nightsteed was.Then he spoke."Apologies."Nightsteed would ave turned around right then and there,but this wolf didint exactly seem like the one you turn your back on.He sort of just stood there,red eyes meeting red eyes.
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Post by Darkness on Jun 16, 2007 5:51:12 GMT -5
Sang snarled angrily, glaring daggers at the wolf. "Who the hell are you?" he growled, his voice low and hostile. "Tell me, and I shall judge you. Or run, and I will attack." The large feet didn't intimidate a wolf such as Sanguinaire. The Devil's Advocate knew much magic, and knew how he would defeat this wolf with ease.
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Post by Da Beatles on Jun 16, 2007 6:00:10 GMT -5
Nightsteed let go a hearty laugh,glaring at Sang."Run?That is funny,wolf.My name is Nightsteed.And yours?"
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Post by Darkness on Jun 16, 2007 6:04:40 GMT -5
Sang smirked, back away a step from the wolf. "I am called Sanguinaire. Tales of me are told to cubs, to spread fear across the land of DarkStar. I was born here and banned from the earth as a cub. There...now you know more about me then you likely already knew. Assuming you are from some other place than here."
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Post by Da Beatles on Jun 17, 2007 5:59:27 GMT -5
Nightsteed smirked aswell."I have not a clue where I come from.All I know was that I was put on this earth to kill,"He repeated the same words the spirit had said to him,so long ago.
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Post by Darkness on Jun 17, 2007 6:28:55 GMT -5
Suddenly, the strange wolf had Sang's full attention. "To kill?" he queried, his twisted mouth curving into a smile as he began to circle Nightsteed. "To kill who, exactly?"
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Post by Da Beatles on Jun 17, 2007 17:04:34 GMT -5
Nightsteed tilted his head,blinking his eyes emotionlesly."Who else is there to kill?The lightened and anyone else that gets in my way,"He flicked his ear backwards,signaling to the wolf that he had realised.
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Post by Darkness on Jun 18, 2007 15:02:29 GMT -5
((Tabby, you need to have Flicka's bio accepted first. It is now, but it wasn't before. That's why the post was deleted. Komo-chan, you can edit your post if you want to. ^^))
Sanguinaire flicked his ears boredly, before raising a viciously clawed paw jadedly. After drawing his tongue down to lick a drop of blood from his fourth and third claws, the Advocate returned his gaze to Nightsteed. "Ah, the Lightened...so long as the Master's plan falls into action nicely, and the powers of the Dark Sight return, then you and I shall have few worries about them." His bored gaze glanced about, as if expecting someone to appear. "The Spectres'll take care of anyone who tries to interfere..." He paused, a smile crawling onto his scarred face. "Even Her."
A small she-wolf, about seven moons of age, shook her fur, ridding it of water. She looked down a little, and cringed in alarm. Master Sanguinaire. She lowered her bodice to the ground, her legs in a crouch. Her muscles were beginning to develope, making her look more like an adult already. Although truly, she was a young Spectre...her fur was white, tinted with purple on the body and with blue around the ears and muzzle. She looked to Master Sanguinaire, crouching low as she possibly could. She wished to speak, but her voice came out in a whine. "Master Sanguinaire, Osthausium has sent me to you with a message...he says th-that, he'll come soon..." Kailawynn whined, clearly in full fear of the Advocate. She glanced over to the other wolf, and further fear entered her eyes. Two male wolves, one of her. If she was forced to fight, she would surely die for good.
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Post by Da Beatles on Jun 19, 2007 6:44:56 GMT -5
Nightsteed`s hackles raised,and his teeth were sharply bared.The fur along his back raised,and he placed a huge paw forward,eyeing the wolf carefully.
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Post by Darkness on Jun 27, 2007 6:45:55 GMT -5
Sang nodded softly to Kaila, then noticed Nightsteed surveying her. Stepping back, he allowed the pair to briefly interact. Kailawynn noted the mascu, but she stepped back nervously.
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Post by Da Beatles on Jun 27, 2007 10:58:05 GMT -5
Nightsteed sniffed,letting his gums fold over his teeth and his fur lie flat.Sangunaire seemed fine with her.Nightsteed would have to be aswell.His blood-red eyes didnt widen in the greeting he usualy gave.They kept their narrowed position.
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Trianna
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Post by Trianna on Jul 10, 2007 17:57:28 GMT -5
Trianna padded slowly by the river, unsure as of yet why she had left her terratory to come here. Wherever here was. But she was at an unusually quiet mood at the moment, so she decided to walk until she figured out what to do next. Not that she did much figuring on the way.
Black bands followed white into the slight clearing where the two males and spectre talked, and her paws stopped dead in there tracks. Her eyes widened slightly, then narrowed. The spectre and one of the males where nothing special, but on brute caught her eye. She knew him from somewhere...But that was impossible! She had never seen this bronc in her life! But still, hatred laced through her heart, laced with fear and slight despair.
((Is it possible for the "Darkness" to be a sort of spectre or soul-seeker or something that somehow angered the devil? It's punishment was to be trapped forever in the bodies of Trianna's ancestors, but the defenses that kept it imprisoned have been weakening, and it's near to controling her?))
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