Khaos
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Posted: Nov 17th, 2006 at 03:18 pm
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A large brute with wings of ebony and a coat of ivory padded slowly into the Black Heart Caves. A grin appeared on his maw as he sniffed the air. Death. A familiar scent. Carefully the brute stepped over the rocks in his path and went deeper into the main cave. It had many little taverns and tunnels in secret places, but the male headed for a large boulder. He smiled and squeezed through a hole behind it. Home. Just as he'd left it. The cave was in pristine condition, with only a small amount of light shinning through a gap in the ceiling.
Khaos chuckled evily. Finally he had returned home to take his vengence on Deanna. She had taken his crown and the brute wanted it back. The war from years ago would be relived and this time, Khaos would win. He had taken back his old packland and taken position as alpha. Soon, he would have his revenge... |
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Posted: Nov 19th, 2006 at 07:49 pm
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Silver sprunce frowned on either side of the river's bend, as a pale figure made casting shadows, the shadows pranced upon the surface of the grotto's broad side. Quickly, the stark-white wolf slunked into the cave, he was knew to this territory, but it was so close to his own, why not have a look around. Besides, he had to let the alpha know who really was the king around here. Smirking to himself, he gave his fur a quick shake and a quick lick. He had to look his best when meeting another alpha, even when most likely the alpha was another low-life bastard who couldn't kill a pup. Hmmm...maybe there wasn't even a alpha, much more funner for Southcall anyway. Southcall was delighted with tourting things. It was so damn fun. Every whimper, every yip, every squeal of pain, was just joyful.
Yawning, Southcall dipped his head to make his way in the cave, the first time he dipped his head anyway. And besides he had to, how could such a handsome, muscle-bounded wolf fit in that tiny hole? Something made him go into the cave. It was insinict. He always had that insinict, to kill, to make fun of. Why, even his father had that insinict. Before he killed him of course.
Making his way through the twisting tunnels, he found the main tavern. Southcall didn't mind the dampness, he was used to such things. Walking over to a carcass, he sniffed it. Rat. Something much more bigger than a cave-cat or weasel had to kill this certain rat. His pale fur raised slightly, and his lips curled back into a snarl. His bloody, yellow, mangled fangs unleashing. Turning to look back of him, he spotted another small crawl-space. Trotting up to it, he squeeze in it, barely fitting. Okay, so he wasn't in the best possible condition. Just abit over weight...but hey, that was muscle and his heavy, lush fur. Suddenly, a figure flickered in the dim-light of the cave. Huh. It's just a damn bird. Snarling, he picked up a fallen feather and crunched it to the ground. Before letting out another one of his famous howls. Shaping his mouth into a o he let it's melody ring in the cave, it's echos calling back.
Arhoooooooooooooooooooorooooroooooooo!
Out Of Character;; Sorry It's so short. ;3 Pretty museless.
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Khaos
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Posted: Nov 20th, 2006 at 04:53 pm
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The Ivory males ears twitched as a bloodcurdling howl tore through the silence. But Khaos was not afraid. In fact, he was far from it. He trotted swiftly into the main cave and looked around calmly for the wolf who dared to trespass on his land. Catching a scent from the frosty air, he made his way to another section of the cave. Here, he found an ivory brute, like himself, but minus the large, feathered black wings, which now rose high in the air, showing his importance.
Bloodstained fangs beared and eyesf ocused on the brute in front of him, Khaos spoke in a deep and harsh voice. | "You have but five seconds to state your name and business brother, or I shall be forced to kill thee were thy stand." |
If this wolf wished to fight, so be it, Khaos had lived through many battles and he had the scars to prove it. Pain meant nothing to him, as it had been his friend through life...
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Posted: Nov 20th, 2006 at 07:18 pm
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"Ohhh...I hear the toll of a challenge, If I'm wrong, do correct me my fine-feathered friend. Hmmm...did you just call me your brother? Trust me mate, my genes and bloodlines are of the best, not some low-life outcast like you. Now really. Watch what you say." Southcall stood their, perfectly still, like nothing happened. He looked perfectly normal, not a sneer or a snarl lashed upon his face. And really nothing did happen. He'd been challenged before, from all kinds of wolves. Even his father, his brother, well, his father killed his mother, so he couldn't kill her. It didn't mean anything, he would be the winner, he would come out of the fight. Hurray for him. "Oh and by the way, I'm Southcall, or some of your likes may know me as the alpha of Shadow Valley, or the murderer, or the physco white wolf who dashes around killing everyone. Which every one you prefer, and my business, I just felt like taking a trot around the place, ya' know, seeing if I can see any wolves around 'ere. Usual stuff, pal."
Southcall had lived through the extremes, the worse of the worse. He lived with ease, and killed without a second thought. And pain? What was pain? Southcall didn't even know the word. He experinced none. He was immune to it. Like you can be immune to a illness, well he was immune to pain. Through, he did feel the pain. It was numming, it burnt like hell's flames, and went away in a minute. The pale wolf knew he would survive the 'pain' so why whimper over it? He wasn't going to die or anything. He got used to it. Southcall himself called the pain, 'A feeling you get after a long fight, it's a good feeling, makes you feel pride. Makes you feel like you could fly.' Turning back to the cream hued wolf, he barred his fangs, and motioned with his claws, that he would also fight. No ******* duh. Of course he was going to fight. That's what kept Southcall running, the thrill of the fight. Blood. Cracking bones. Shrill howls. Death.
Edging towards the winged-wolf, Southcall viewed different angles, he was trying to get the best angle, for the quickest and bloodiest death. More blood, was always more fun. "One more thing, wolfy, I have a few questions for yer', what's your name, why are you here, and do you prefer for me break your skull first, or spine?"
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Posted: Dec 9th, 2006 at 11:19 am
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[b]| "Huh, Low life. You are taking to the real king, wolf, so watch what you say." |
A loud growl erupted from deep inside his throat. Bloodstained fangs beared, and golden eyes stayed fixed on the brute. He spoke words of truth. Khaos was the real king of New Moon. Deanna was his younger sister, though she probably didn't know it.
As a pup, the male was stolen from his mother and predicted dead. He was in fact being raised in the Black heart caves as their alpha's pup. He was turned into a killer so one day, he would return to the land and take his rightful place as king.
[glow=red,2,300]"My name is Khaos and I'm here to re-claim my land. But what does is matter to you why I'm here?" [/b][/glow]
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Posted: Dec 9th, 2006 at 12:34 pm
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Southcall was utterly shocked, what the hell? Was he talking to me? With pale fur bristling, and fangs pulled back into a mirthless smile, he growled lowly. "Hush? Look, you son of bitch, you have not idea who your messing with? I guess not." Thrusting himself forward, Southcall rubbed fur against feathers on the other wolf. He sneered forwardly, eyes intent with glowing and desirable rage. He stole a look at the wolf's features, stern, and cruel, with not a ounce of pity. Priceless, the real look of real wolf. Through usually, death would come next to any wolf, he met, he didn't attack, this was a fighting wolf, a murdering wolf. Perfect. With eyes and ears keyed forward, he murmered in a sickly sweet tone, "Why am I so curious you say? Well, you look like you having something...on your mind. And it's not flowers and females is it? Yeah, that's what I thought." , motioning torwards northwards, he tried to re-direct the winged-wolf's attention. "See over there, that large valley? That's my territory. Mine. Mine. Mine. Your's is so closed to mine, I thought I would, take a walk, Until I found these caves, and I don't let anything go unoticed. So, here we are." Southcall was truely curious about this wolf, he looked deeply trouble, but had a untamable anger inside of him. The winged-wolf certainly would make a great member of his pack, but then again, he already stated he had one.
With that thought in mind, he let his tail, fur, and hackles go back in there place. Even through, his banner was still up, and his fur still bristling slightly. "So, wolfy, I guess this place is yours now, what are you going to do with it, and...who's going to be involved with this place. Heh."
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