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Post by nem on Mar 29, 2013 8:37:57 GMT -5
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Shipwreck Shore was a land Remus was proud to own, with it's crashed vehicle and littered sands. It sent a sort of message to his packmates, a message that spoke to them and into them. In a world of the fittest, it was the wolves whom had adapted and survived. Natural selection was in their favour, as they had used the acid rain to their advantage. During the time of that rain, it was Remus's father and mother who had been caught. It didn't make sense that Remus had inherited no mutations, however; He was a beautiful creature and he let himself live with that. His eyes held no pupil, and his pelt not even a piece of gray fur. He was much like a ghost, he liked to tell himself. And, his necromancy simply was an addition to that title.
His large paws left deep prints in the sandy ground. The entire beach here was scattered with pawprints from the pack, however, his were the most recognizable. Despite Remus's size, he had an admirable grace as he walked; His movements were lucid as they all flowed together, showing off his mass. Tail high, head higher, a small smile played on the black lips; Life was good. No matter how much despair it may contain, that had to have been the best part.
Remus stepped a foot into the giant metal beast, and felt it's cold platinum under him. The beast creaked at him, threatening to shatter under his weight. However, he knew it would hold, for it always has. This could be considered the pride of the pack, some might say. Remus wouldn't deny it, but nor would he openly say it. It was a vicious cycle, yet denial was not a part of that equation. As Remus fit his body through the opening, he simply strode to the very back, letting his instinct and memory consume him. For, it was in here that Remus had declared himself an Alpha. Here, he inherited the pack.
"Hahh," A low, deep laugh. A very charming one all the same; Danger in it, yet an actual passion within it. That was Remus, you could say, in a nutshell. Dangerous, murderous... Well, you get the point. You really do.
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Post by Vetis on Mar 31, 2013 19:09:03 GMT -5
She had a delicateness in her step, a floating step that nearly seemed like her feet didn't touch the ground. She moved across the sand, feeling it touch her paws with the sun's warmth, hollow eyes staring across the bay. She could hear the flutter of wings behind her, but they were not hers, no they were her companion's. The companion who no one could see, the companion that was often looked over. She stepped carefully, hesitantly across the sands, feeling foam lap at her feet lightly before she danced away from the froth. Eyes widened in surprise, tongue poking from her lips as she parted them, wings fluttering against her shoulders.
“Poe, certainly you don't think this beach is abandoned.” The raven said lightly at her side, hopping across the sands before letting a strutting little walk beside her. She glanced over and offered a faint, barely visable smile before her ears flicked a little and pinned back a little more. Moving across the sands, she noticed the steely boat and that long tail tucked between her legs slowly when she noticed the ghostly silhouette left on the bow.
She said nothing, just watched with those hollow black eyes. She wondered if this was a ghost, a spirit of sorts that had appeared before her. He had to be right? He held no mutations from what she could see, was he the spirit that guarded the island. As she watched him, her eyes flickered slightly and slowly consumed white. A hollow ghostly look passed across those oculars, staring him as the surrounding areas whizzed by with such speed she felt sick.
She swayed slightly, and while her mind was racing past, watching the tide wash on shore and fall back, the sun rise and fall too many times, much too fast to count, her body stood still. Wings rigid, she stared into nothingness and found her mind was watching silhouettes of wolves come and go, frolics, fight, and she found herself among them. Standing in the silhouettes that whizzed around her, was the ghostly wolf with his black eyes, staring her down, and his jowls lifted to expose ivory teeth and a sinister grin. As it spread across his jaws, her mind flooded back quickly and she found herself seeing a large battle in front of her. And then, as if nothing had happened, she snapped back into her body and felt her legs go weak. Dropping to her haunches, she panted hard, her eyes darkening back to their ebony shadows.
A prophecy of a pack? A battle? This ghostly figure? She didn't have time to think about it, her head gave into the exhaustion and she let her eyes fall closed. As her power that plagued her mind drained her.
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Post by nem on Apr 3, 2013 11:52:14 GMT -5
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Remus felt a small smirk play on those lips of his, when the black beauty took timid steps into his sight. Her pelt was nothing but black; Nothing but shadow that threatened to consume. Those eyes of hers... It simply made it better. As hollow and absent as his own. Her wings were impressive, however, those eyes simply had him 6 feet in. He could imagine himself through her eyes- Simply a ghost of nothing.
Remus cocked a brow when he saw the female wobble, and for a moment her eyes were more absent than even a clear sky. His ears propped forward, showing a small amount of concern. She collapsed then, and Remus took a step forward. Then, stopped himself. Was she playing a game- Was she sincerely hurt, what was going on?
"Rise." Remus cooed, his voice demanding, in a very charming way. It was who he was, really. He only demanded of people. However, if she was here for the reason Remus thought she may be- Joining his pack, she would help herself by obeying him.
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Post by Vetis on Apr 3, 2013 16:33:36 GMT -5
"Quothe The Raven"
“Nevermore.”
She shook her head, feeling woozy, dizzy as her body began to regain is strength after her vision. Her eyes closed as she shook that velvet pelt off and heard steps growing closer. Slowly, her black eyes opened again and standing before her was that ghostly wolf. He was indeed tangible,s he could not see the boat behind him, through him rather. He was not a spirit, just simply a wolf who shared her genetic defection. Those dark eyes. She tilted her head just slightly before he spoke his demand and without thinking, she pushed her haunches and lifted herself to her dainty paws.
Her steps were wobbly, and she cast a sideways glance at the Raven who it appeared the wolf before her could not see. The feathered creature ducked under the wolf's legs and she shifted her stance, wings fluttering as if she was trying to sooth the sensations in her body. Her shoulders ached, her head throbbed as it usually did after her vision. A little sigh came from her lips and she lowered her head just slightly before meeting his gaze with that ebony gaze. She didn't say anything, not yet, simply stood before him, her small figure before him. He had an aura bout him, a regale position of power and she was simply a servant. A peasant before a king.
[Argh this post is so sad and small D:]
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