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An Evening Shared with the Sun... « Thread Started on May 4, 2006, 11:04pm »
Shadows danced around the two as they stared at one another in a clearing-the only thing seperating them and keeping them from leaping at the other's throat was a small, frozen stream. Half-frozen, anyway. ~~~ "So, you believe everything Scythe tells you, then?" "Not exactly, no." Marka snarled back, her tail swishing from side to side, anger welling in her heart. "But I think he's right this time, even if I don't believe-" "So..." he interupted, "you're willing to commit treason for something you dont even believe in? And to join the ROGUES?" Marka winced, sensing Jarbach's disgust as he spoke. "What's wrong with Rogues?"
Re: An Evening Shared with the Sun... « Reply #1 on May 4, 2006, 11:16pm »
A black shadowed crept through the Pitch-Patch Forest. Her massive timberwolf paws imprinted the geo beneath her. Sound caught her ear, her harks perked high above her crown. Other wolvens, a brute and a vixen. Intruders? No it couldn't be, or could it? No. The Beta female continued to creep through teh bracken, arrving to the two chattering Tombstone members. She crouched below the bracken, before leaping, attempting to scare one of them.
Re: An Evening Shared with the Sun... « Reply #2 on May 4, 2006, 11:24pm »
"The beta approaches." Jarbach said suddenly, his ears twitching. "What?" Marka asked, lifting a brow. Suddenly the wolf leapt through the undergrowth toward Marka, and she leapt back, her claws extending, gripping the earth. She was frightened, and the marking on her head glowed brightly. She snarled, slipping into the earth before shaking herself out of fear. Do not give into fear, Chani said as she clawed gently into Marka's forehead. Do not let the youth within hold you back. "What do you want?" she snapped irritably, and Jarbach grinned. "Ma'am, talk some sense into the brute." he smirked. Brute perfectly described her-although she was not as brutal as a certain Rogue he had been slowly falling for, until she almost skinned him alive. "She wishes to join the Rogues!"
Re: An Evening Shared with the Sun... « Reply #3 on May 4, 2006, 11:38pm »
Karma snorted with humor, her emerald green orbs flashing with humor. "Boo!" The Beta yelped smirking darkly. "Someones a little grumpy aye Jarbach?" Karma said, laughter ringing in her voice. Harks suddenly pinned against her crown, her lips curled in a snarl. "TRAITOR!!!!!!!!!! Wait, wait until Chani hears this!"
Re: An Evening Shared with the Sun... « Reply #5 on May 4, 2006, 11:49pm »
Emerald orbs narrowed in anger, as she stared down the she-wolf "You'd best be jokng, you know what happens to traitors, don't you?" Karma sneered, her lip curling back into a snarl.