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For the Lost Home - Narimé - Sep 05, 2012
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Theme Song (Sloane With Narimé)
For the Lost Home - Tlarx - Sep 09, 2012
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The black saddled man steadily scaled the mountain, energy high due to the recent snacking on a mountain goat. A small amount of crimson blood lightly painted his lower jaw; the scent was fading from his nostrils. His tail was high as he bounded along; thoughts streamed through his head. His breathing was heavy as he neared the top. Tongue lolled from his mouth as he climbed, his muscles bulging beneath his thickening pelt. The colder seasons were soon to arrive, and it would be worse for the wolves of the mountains than for those living below them. He prepared each and every day for this; training became habit rather than optional.
An eagle's cry pierced through the air, and the man grinned as he reached the top. After a few moments of panting, his heart rate had settled to that of the norm. His eyes drifted to the sky, observing the dark clouds that hovered over the mountains. The scent of rain pressed into his nostrils, forcing the scent of goat's blood away. Now closing his eyes, Tlarx began to relax, but such would not last long.
A minute of peace passed when the brown eyes of the Poisoned leader opened. The sound of shifting rocks caught his attention. With fluid movement, the beast crept toward the disturbance, only to rest his dark eyes upon a silvery figure. She moved up the mountain at a decent pace, obviously confident to reach the top. Tlarx peeked only his head over, calling out "You there. What brings you to such heights?" |
For the Lost Home - Kamota - Sep 09, 2012
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Kamota was somewhere. It appeared to be a mountain. He continued up, his breathing became harder as he adjusted to the higher altitude of air. Less oxygen meant making every breathe could. He was raised on the Rockies near the Canada and United States borders. He could handle this. He'd handled it before hadn't he? Yes, he'd thrived there until the pack turned to chaos. It still haunted his dreams. Memories. Nightmares. Everything he did was haunted by the fact that he'd lef this best friend and his pack behind.
Kamota's stamina pushed him further to move. He was becoming more nimble, more quick. Agile. Whatever anyone else called it. He knew the mountains would be dangerous. But a pack of strong wolves lived in high altitudes. He was looking for a strong pack. He was looking for a pack that could handle intruders with ease.
He was now scenting two other wolves. Both reeked of pack. "Hello? Who's there in the mountains?" He asked, his words confusing even for Kamota himself. Then he heard a voice, he was sure it was not directed at him though. "You there. What brings you to such heights?"
For the Lost Home - Narimé - Sep 09, 2012
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For the Lost Home - Tlarx - Sep 09, 2012
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The young woman began to dash up toward him, her eyes lit like sparklers on the fourth of July. Watching her carefully, he paused when she did, her eyes peering into his. Suddenly, her own purple hued irises were flooded by tears- tears that flowed like a river. Leaning back, Tlarx took a few steps backward, listening as the silvery wolf began to apologize. He shook his head, frowning a bit as he did so. "Do not apologize; there is no need. I only assume I look like your father?" Turning his head, he peered at another nearby wolf. It seemed more brethren were getting curious about the mountains.
Looking back to Narimé, the large white-gray man sighed. "You've been looking for a while, I can tell. Please, calm down. There is no need for crying." His ears pinned back for a moment as he watched the wolf crumble into pieces before him. So many emotions recently! Is that what the mountains had become- a magnet for drama? Cocking his head, his eyes glanced back toward the mottled wolf near them. "Hello" He greeted simply, dipping his head toward the man. "I'm Tlarx, alpha of Poison Path."
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For the Lost Home - Kamota - Sep 09, 2012
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Kamota dipped his head respectfully to the male. "I am Kamota Laylani, lone wolf who is just looking for a home.." He said kindly. This other wolf kind of reminded Kamota of himself when he left his home. It had been a cold winter night, it was purely to hide his tracks as he left. His parents loved him, yes, but they paid no attention to him. Therefore, he figured it was his time to make his way into the world. He was always the smallest of the litter. He'd even come across a pack, but chaos at a rise for power, a fight he was sucked into, it all made him leave his best friend. His pack, family. His pack had been his new family. Somehow, these wolves reminded him of his best friend and his former alpha male. Odd how things work out. He looked to the fae.
"There is no need to cry, I too cried a lot. I miss my father, mother and siblings too. But alas, they do not miss me, no, I'll bet your father loved you and would want you to continue forward, strong and proud in spite of him not being with you." Kamota said kindly, he was not good at comforting other wolves, no, he sucked at it. Kamota himself considered himself to be a fast runner, and that he was like a phoenix in some ways, he rose from the ashes that he was always smoledered in by his true family, he rose to be in a pack, but yet again, the ashes covered him, now, he would rise up here.
For the Lost Home - Narimé - Sep 10, 2012
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For the Lost Home - Tlarx - Sep 14, 2012
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The brown eyes of the man locked onto the young woman; the tears were still within her eyes after she had asked him a rather daring question. Smiling softly, something within Tlarx told him he could believe and trust her. Lifting his head upward, he nodded before speaking. "Of course you may, miss Lagina." The smile was still upon his thick muzzle; a warm and gentle grin. Taking in a breath, he turned his head toward Kamota, a wolf who seemed quite compassionate... or so he thought. First impressions are everything, and so far, this wolf was not on his shit list.
"Kamota." He said the wolf's own name toward him before obtaining a rather thoughtful look about him. With a flick of his tail, he took a step forward, nose twitching as a cool breeze blew between the three wolves. "Are you by chance seeking a pack? You may venture back to the borders with us, if you'd like." The offer was bold and generous. I was not often Tlarx was in such a giving mood. Things were going well for Poison Path so far... what reason had he to be in a bad mood? None.
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For the Lost Home - Kamota - Sep 14, 2012
Bridget, I got Kamota's joining thread up if ya wanna chack it out, Ava's the only PP wolf present as of yet
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Kamota nodded to Tlarx, he'd have to keep Poison Path in mind. "Might I ask where your pack is located Tlarx? It's just I prefer higher altitudes 'cause of where I'm from, the Canadian Rockies, have you heard of them? They're far, far from here. But they're mountains, high altitudes." He asked, a very important question, no decision could be made until they he had a location, he preferred higher up areas, like the mountains, even valleys at points in time.
He looked at Narimé, she looked a bit uncomfortable with his presence. Her tears swelling up in her eyes again, this was a hard time for her he'd bet. He took a small step back in respect, she lost her father, her father may not be dead, but she was alone. With a pack, but not Poison Path. No, Tlarx and Narimé smelled different, also Narimé had mentioned that she wanted to talk to a few of her friends in his pack, meaning she wasn't in the pack. Then she wouldn't have had to ask permission.
Kamota had always been one to observe then talk. His plan, identify, think, plan, attack. He lived by his motto. It saved his life more then once. He knew what had to be done. He had to join a pack, and share his knowledge, strategy, his planning with others. Only then would he truly be a pack wolf. He'd be able to speak without speaking. Almost like they're thoughts are connected, but it's really they all base it off the same thing. Identify stances and the problem, any weaknesses and strengths that can be identifies. Think up a few solutions to the advantages and disadvantages. Plan out his steps, not allowing defeat. Then he would attack. He knew, always let the opponent attack first.
For the Lost Home - Narimé - Sep 18, 2012
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