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Post by Kimera on Apr 18, 2008 18:23:26 GMT -5
So this was it? This was really it? He had found a land where he might find a life? But what was there for him? What life could there be for a wolf such as he? Whose father he never met, whose mother was careless enough to lose him... Remy was a thief, a scavenger... a wolf who had been dragged away from his Birth clan and home for no clear reason. In his heart the young brute was still in love with Caelum and Riverclan, his beautiful homeland of plentiful food and gentle wolves. Why had his mother taken him away? Why couldn't he have stayed like Grandpa Birch? His shining white grandfather, with a voice so soft and gentle... one of the first things he remembered ever hearing. Now he wished he could go back... but then again could he? Even if he knew the way he was no longer of that world. He was not the careless puppy he had once been. He was a darker creature now, hardened by survival, by the things he'd had to do just to live. Only a year and a half old and the weight of knowledge was heavy on his shoulders... he knew what it was to be alone, what it took to live... the great price of survival as a rogue.
But then again maybe it wasn't so bad, as an adept thief he was more than capable of making a life wherever there were other wolves... or even where there weren't. He could eke out an existence on almost anything... and this place looked promising.
A thick fog lay over the moor that night, and it muted the sounds of goings on... it was almost like a silent alien world to Remy, and the youngster found himself enchanted by it... Caelum had had no suck places as this... it was beautiful. In that moment the thief decided... he was going to stay here and make a life. He would bring the name of his ancestors to this land... he was a Hailen, and he would carry that name proudly! no matter if nobody knew it... they would soon. Not that he had delusions of becoming an alpha... but he would certainly make sure that the name was left ringing in the ears of those who messed with him.
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Post by Nocturne on Apr 22, 2008 12:27:48 GMT -5
Tenebre
The male had been scouting the loner lands, to bring clan members to Cephus. He was growing tiresome of being alone, he had yet to find the femme he'd scented there; Tenebre grinned at the thought of another femme, Sin was interesting, but taken. He wanted to meet someone like her, but single. His steps were slow, his golden paws seeming to shine. His perked ears were twitching, and his nose caught a distant scent. He raised a brow, and followed it. Young, definately. Tenebre approached, and looked at the male. An interesting color pattern, and Tenebre slowed his heartbeat while stepping soft.
"Pardon, may I speak with you?" He asked, deciding to take it one step at a time. Allude to the pack, the realm of darkness, and then see if he'd bite. Tenebre kept a distance for now, allow the male to have his choice of yes or no. The white male's fur shone gold as a glow caught his coat, Tenebre was built to be a looker. He was a flirt sometimes, but he wasn't one to settle down so easy. But as he looked at the young male, he saw many of the things his father claimed to see in him. Boldness, a devious aura, eyes shining with plans, and the stance of determination. Tenebre remembered what had happened to him, and felt no regret of the choices he'd made.
He gazed at the boy for a long while, and waited calmly.
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Post by Kimera on Apr 25, 2008 11:37:40 GMT -5
-~Remy~-
It didn't take Remy too long to realise that he was being snuck up on by someone, his ears flicked carefully, telling him that it was another wolf, quite a stealthy wolf at that. This one had to be some kind of a spy, there was none of the normal careless boldness of a warrior or rogue. No... this one was using caution that only a spy would bother with when approaching a young brute on an apparently deserted moor. A smile twisted the thief's face as he remained still, just waiting to be either attacked or addressed, his body tense in case it was the former. He might be young, but he was no pushover, his scruffy fur concealing a surprising amount of muscle, mostly he was built for speed, but if it came to a scrap he was pretty sure he could hold his own.
Eventually the other spoke, a male voice, interesting... being rather polite too. To Remy it was amusing to be addressed so politely... back in Caelum no wolf would extend such courtesy unless they wanted something... hmm... maybe such was the case here. Remy chuckled and turned to look at the creature that had so carefully snuck up on him... a palecoat! What the heck? How could such a bright wolf be a spy? The young brute did not allow his surprise to show, his expression unwavering as he replied. "Why do you speak in this manner?" he asked softly, a hint of amusement in his voice, "Anyone would have thought i was a Duke from such a polite greeting as this... and as we can both see..." the brute stood up, showing his dusty and unkempt coat. "... I am no duke. But since you've made the first word i suppose i must respond accordingly..." the youngster stuck out his chest and put on a very mocking air of superiority, looking along his nose with exaggerated distaste at the other wolf. "What peasant doth approach me?!" He demanded in an overly posh accent, "You may speak wolf, but speak quickly, i am a busy Duke!" He knew he was pushing his luck a bit, but he was young and cocky, being sarcastic and mocking were his favourite pastimes.
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Post by Nocturne on Apr 26, 2008 9:16:14 GMT -5
Tenebre
The wolf waited, his fur bristling as he watched the brute tense. The boy was scruffy, his fur unkempt and dirty. He showed amusement, cocky little brat. Tenebre watched his mocking superiority, and his eyes narrowed. The deep emerald orbs swam with annoyance, the fake posh accent causing him to raise a brow. "Well boy," Tenebre stressed the word boy, his voice held little to no emotion. "I was going to extend an invatation to the Cephus clan, the clan of Darkness. But, judging by your attitude, I feel that you might not want to join a clan at all." Tenebre lightly closed his eyes, and his eyes brushed over the boy. Tenebre was growing more frustrated by the second, and he yawned boredly.
The male let his eyes trail over the boy once more, the boy could do for a bath or something. But Tenebre wouldn't complain, the boy would care for himself, and he had showed that. Tenebre turned, glancing once last time at the boy. "If you want to, you can follow me. If not, sorry I disturbed you." The wolf spoke lastly before trotting off, he wasn't going to pick a fight with a young boy who hardly knew how to care for himself.
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