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[Vitauni]

Ooc: well yah I said that there are already wolves here because there sort of is, they are just NPC's. So anyone can join, but really only a wolf... unless you want to join, thats okie with me if your not a wolf, you will just have a hard time speaking to her. I guess that this post will just sit here otherwise until another wolf joins The sun was high in the sky, yet it was not very warm. It seemed to sit there and do nothing else but give off a measly light for the eager ground. It hardly gave off warmth or comfort, as it does on earth. It was almost a sneering thing, looking down on the October Country as if to say ‘Look at what you used to have; what you have no more.’ How the large trees grew on such a sad sunlight, Vitauni had no idea. She knew that back on earth the trees somehow got their meals from the sun, and that’s why they would die out during the winter months because the sun was hardly around, and then came back once the day hours grew long and hot. Here the days where neither long nor hot, and yet trees towered all around the black vixen. As Vitauni traveled the third and largest steppe, her thoughts where on this very matter. The First wolf in the pack usually thought about life on earth, and how it differs from here. She thought of the good and the bad of the OC, categorized them inside her large, powerful head and then moved on to other matters. As the First of the pack she was the ruler of the pack. And not just any pack, The Pack, the one and only of the OC. She felt a certain amount of pride in that title, for Vitauni had always been a leader. Ever since her puppy hood on earth she was trained, every single day, how to lead others and how to be a effective alpha. Well here you would call the role of alpha The First, to which Vitauni almost liked better then alpha. The wolves here, of course, are usually someone violent or someone who died violently. I guess you could call Vitauni both, two birds with one stone, as she experienced a little of both. Growing up, at least until her father saved her, was hard in the weak pack of Kiskana, but after that fateful day when a large black male claimed that he was her father, it was rather better then before. Of course she did watch her mother die between the jaws of her now stepmother, and smiled cruelly at the sight and saw many other siblings come and leave. She herself drove away her own sister, wishing for the damned idiot to just die already so then Vitauni would have all evidence that she was related to weaklings whipped away. Well she was away from all of that now, in a new world in a new setting that she was still learning from. With her ears perked keenly in front of her she waited. For what, not even she knew. Ooc: eeh... weird thinkin she is dead lol, and my table, ew. I need to figure out to code on here man.

This post has been edited by Vitauni on Dec 21 2007, 05:31 PM

[Vasska]

{ooc} hope you don't mind ^.^ and if ever you feel uneasy about him, i'll reign him back - just tell me ^^ {ic} What an odd place this was. It seemed to be all cheery, like a bubbly pup, but then there was a darker side to all of it that taunted every creature that it held in it's grip. Vasska quickly decided that this place was more or less like his sister, where she a place. And a cruel thought that was. He hated his sister with all his heart, yet at the same time he held a burning passion for all her cruelties. At the same time, it was all essentially her fault that he was stuck here in this place. If she hadn't done what was his duty as first-born, and only, son then he wouldn't have been kicked out and wouldn't have stumbled across that old witch. But sure, okay, fine - that happened and it showed him his greatest passion - his human form - it took away so much more. He had heard many things in his time about 'survivors' and he was just as unpleasant and more in reality. Vasska was immortal, made by that witch to live forever without hope of redemption from such a cruel fate. He also lived with an insatiable greed, bound to him forever by the same witch. That was all fine and well, sure he had lived for over a century, but it had all be alright once one got used to the lifestyle. Then he had found Edenei, and the one who he would bind his loyalty to for just a small bit of freedom from his curse. This was where Amaranth, his sister, became an issue again. It was her stupidity that got him in trouble with a goddess and locked here to 'learn loyalty'. Puh, what a pathetic thing to be trapped for. He knew loyalty, but he also knew how to save his own skin. One didn't live for hundreds of years without that key skill. Immortal he was, but not without the ability to be killed. Amaranth was probably the only one who would ever be able to figure out how to kill him, and he now examined her moves with a critical eye. She had done it because she loved him, of course - deep down, and not the family sort of love. This move, however, had cost her life and his in a sense and for that he would never forgive her, no matter how his insides wrenched to think about how he felt about his own sister - the one who had ruined his life. He shook his head, either way, this was all her fault and he could never forgive her for it. Now, however, was his opportunity to try and find one where he could 'prove' his loyalty. He had seen a few creatures here and there, but never a wolf. He knew they were around, for he still heard calls that rang at night. So he pressed forward in his walk in the woods of a place he had heard the locals call 'The Third Step', whatever that meant. It was woods and had trees, that usually meant he could find some of his own kind around. And as that thought wafted around in his head and finally out into the open, he could hear the sounds of another in the underbrush. He ducked to the side and lowered his small frame to the ground. Perhaps he could have a fight? Stir u pa bit of trouble. He could take the beating, at least for a little bit. So as the thought of a battle stirred within him, so, too, did his lusts. For blood, for passion, for whatever he could manage to get. Perhaps if he was lucky, he could get it all in one go around - wouldn't that be the day. When the creature got close enough, he confirmed what his nose had told him - that it was a she-wolf. Growling to himself, he shoved away his thoughts of blood lust and leapt out from his hiding place. He stood up straight, but was still quite short in comparison. This was slightly irritating, but it was something he had always lived with. But now, onto business. "Who might you be, whelp? Lost?" He chuckled. His wit and biting comments weren't as good as they normally were, but he was tired and hungry. "And do you happen to know where I can get some food, I'm about to pass out here." He grunted a bit, trying to cover his growling stomach. He'd really have to kill Faroth if there was nothing to eat here. He wouldn't die from it, but it would sure put a damper on just about everything. Keep him in a constant mood to kill, or at least hurt if he couldn't kill. Whichever was the easiest and quickest. For now, he seated himself and curled his tail about his front legs, the tip of it flicking a bit as he watched the dark female. He fully expected himself to change attitudes at some point in the conversation, he just wasn't sure how long it would take. It would be interesting, if this she-wolf was of some importance, to see how she would react to being addressed in such a way. But he would have to sit tight and find out, so he kept his mind running in case he needed to think fast on his feet, but also looked relaxed as he waited.

This post has been edited by Vasska on Jan 15 2008, 05:09 PM

[Vitauni]

Vitauni quietly sniffed around for the sweet, gentle scent of food, ears straining forward for the soft sounds of a rodent or rabbit. She may be deader than a rock, but hunger still controlled her life. Sure she would not dye or really be hurt by not eating, but filling your belly is a strong instinct and even after death it was still pulling at her, telling her that she must eat or face the dire consequences. Sure enough the soft sound of something moving carefully through the underbrush.

A small wolf jumped out right in front of Vitauni, and with a snarl the black female jumped back, raised her tail and snapped at his muzzle, not making contact but getting bloody close. His voice angered her, and she stared him down with blazing yellow eyes. Glad, as always, of her height and size. How dare he speak to her like that, and with every word he uttered she got madder and madder, right up to snapping point. Vitauni was a dangerous wolf, trained from a very young age to fight and kill and how to stay on top.

"You dare call me a whelp yet your smaller then myself!" She growled deeply, rumbling throughout her chest, and showed her sharp slightly yellow teeth. "And how can I be lost in my own territory?" Vitauni stepped forward, looking him right in the eye, challenging him. "And no I will not tell you where you can get food, because if you keep speaking to me like that you will not be able to eat properly for a month!" Another short snap, directed towards the males jaws but yet again just a warning, showing him precisely what she meant by her threat.

As he sat down she only stood taller, ears straining forward, tail curled tightly around her back and golden eyes looking into his; a picture of dominance. Just to add to the picture black lips where still curled upwards, and the weak light glinted off of them. Then she took a deep breath in, trying to clear her mind a little bit. Although she was a fighter, she had also been taught to keep her mind cool and calm during situations like these. She would still be pissed, but she might not snap his neck at his first word. Maybe his third or fourth.

"My name, whelp, is Vitauni," She said the name in a sneering like voice, making sure to look down on the smaller wolf, "And I am The First in the October Country. What business do you have hear? Do you want to join this pack, or do you want to be ran out?" She would not mind a fight right now; it would be fun and refreshing. She missed the sound of a neck breaking under the pressure of her jaws.

Ooc: and I had such good comebacks when I first read your post yesterday haha so much for those

[Vasska]

{ooc} I keep getting distracted, therefore I'll have to do this tomorrow {ic} Vasska didn't even flinch as the angry she-wolf snapped at him a couple of time in between speaking. Sure there was the slight thought of his personal safety, but then there was always the notion that he was more 'durable', if you will, than others. He could take quite a bit of damage before actually showing signs of it. He had always been abused many times in his life, so this was nothing new. "Smaller I may be, bitch, but older and wiser I most certainly am." He snarled out in response, wanting to say more but was cut-off. When she snapped for her second time, he curled his lip in a snarl. When she didn't say anything else, he calmed down and sat down. It probably wouldn't last for long, and he hoped that were the case. Maybe he could have that blood lust after all. NOT DONE