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Chijiresusu, Demon, Diablo and Nikira
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Date Posted: 03:24:54 01/28/03 Tue
(ooc: omg, my dad is such an @$$!!! *growls* he shut off my internet, WITHOUT even telling me! *paces angrily* I swear, I nearly died...*wipes hand across brow* .. sorry bout that..)
A long, well-produced howl echoed through the woods, welling with sound and meaning. It wrapped around the trees, the landforms, and even the wolves in its' potency. Even though none had heard him howl in the Balkar camp, one could know right off the bat that it was Diablo, calling all to attention. At once, one could tell he truly loved to howl-he could never resist returning a call from another, be it ally or foe. As a pup he would howl constantly, much to the dismay of his late mother and father, shrill voice still filling the hollows of their lands. Perhaps it was that very sound that lead the terrible string of events that came...Diablo had thought of that, obviously, but never let anyone know how much it bothered him. Finally his rippling frame halted, behind him a dead herla. She had not died as quickly as Diablo was used to-but then again, Demon hadn't accompanied him..Suppressing a shudder, he barked to Nikira and Letha in his deep voice, plume swaying contentedly. Silently he waited, knowing the scent of blood would lure Demon like moths to light.
Nikira melted from the shadows, standing quietly. Moments ago her own howl had decorated the sky, blazing it with her soprano voice. Hers' was a very high-pitched howl, harmonizing with Diablos' before trailing off on her own as he stopped. With his, it rose and fell like the wind current before rushing down and stopping. Plume swaying happily, she sniffed the herla and paced about it, waiting her turn to eat. It had been long since she had last eaten, almost on the verge of being desperate. But as always, Drekka would eat first, then Brechin. Nikira would most likely have to fight, or view a fight, between her siblings for the food. That would mean that Demon and Diablo would eat first..surely Chijiresusu would not want to fight and leave them the choicest pieces? But Nikira was unsure, perhaps she would fight..Mind trailing off, she didn't notice the blur of fur racing towards Diablo.
Diablo was given a full-force shove to the shoulder by a blurred shadow, which sent him sprawling a few feet backwards. Instinctively he rolled to his feet in the snow, before charging at the 'menace'. he was forced to leap away as expert jaws strove forward, clamping upon his chest. Remarkably, he felt no pain, but gazed into the laughing insane eyes of none other than Demon. Instead he growled, nipping at the ears of his brother almost playfully and wrenching free of his grip.
"Demon..having fun, little bro?"
His lips lifted slightly, jaw dropping as he batted at his brother. He was unsurprised to find another wound on Demon, a slightly injured leg. It looked as if he had orn from anothers' grip..but it didn't matter. Demon seemed to be paying it no mind, surely it wasn't fatal. A simple scratch compared to past wounds.
Demon sneered in his face, a flash of blood-stained teeth and crazy reddish/amber orbs, knowing it was Diablo who was younger-only Chijiresusu was older than Demon. His nares flared at the sight of the Herla, a string of saliva dipping from his maw to the ground. Nares flared once more as he caught sight of the loners and Chijiresusu, and he padded off to them, the two falling behind him..the welcome wagon was on its' way.
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