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Post by Nik on Oct 25, 2010 19:01:17 GMT -6
Zinfandel walked off from his den, weary from that day’s trouble. He suddenly wondered why he was with this ‘Fangs’ group- ordeal, rather- when he could just be a loner and trail away, having a peaceful life in the woods without a soul to bother him. The chances of this kind of life coming to him were a little bit off- actually, he’s probably never going to get it. He didn’t care, though. Being a Fang made him feel surprisingly normal, rather than the oddball he was when he was small.
As cruel and vicious they were, he enjoyed having them around. It made life a little more interesting every day.
He yawned, weary of the day’s ordeals, and then listened to the silence of the night. He then heard a sharp noise.
He hardly moved a muscle. If they came any closer to where he was, all he had to do was kill them.
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Post by ♪Lαb♫ on Oct 25, 2010 19:18:22 GMT -6
Scourge dragged himself through the woods, another day passed and a new one was arriving. It was all the same, the weary life of a clan wolf. Everyday was equally boring, nothing every changed. Throughout the past moons his life haunted him, mostly the past. He'd be walking through the brush when a 'wolf' would appear, one that looked like his mother. When he would bound over the 'wolf' would turn out to be another bush, the same he passed by everyday. Because he had nothing to entertain his mind it often wandered and pondered on old memories, and it liked to pick the painful ones. If was like his life was a broken record, one that played the same day over and over. This day was no different then the one before it, and the coming one would probably be just as dull. Because Scourge was sucked into his thoughts he failed to sense two things, the wolf that was just a few yards ahead of him and the stick that was below his feet. As the stick cracked the other became aware of his presence. Maybe today wouldn't be so lifeless after all.
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Post by Nik on Oct 25, 2010 20:23:27 GMT -6
(YES. SCOURGE. -fangirl squeal-)
"Hello, there." Droned ZInfandel, without either joy nor dread in his voice. "What exactly are you doing here tonight?" He looked up at the other wolf in front of him. He was certainly younger than he was, and probably more energetic.
Scratch that. Everyone is more energetic than Zinfandel.
He yawned and examined the wolf more closely. He was black and streaked with red, and looked a bit hostile to say the least. But as hostile as he seemed, he looked slightly blank. Zinfandel only realized that his earlier question could easily be countered with an "I could ask you the same thing" or something or other, and that wasn't what he wanted. Nevertheless, he couldn't take it back now. He continued to set his gold eyes on the stranger.
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Post by ♪Lαb♫ on Oct 26, 2010 15:08:56 GMT -6
(xD Scourge could have his own fan club!)
Scourge growled, sadness and gloom turned to anger and bitterness. "I live here and so I have every right to be here. You on the other hand don't. Has old age taken away your sense of smell? Scent markers are placed all around the border." He sneered at the old wolf, and uncomfortable feeling settle in him. He didn't like this male from the moment he set his eyes on him. The other had a weird air to him, as if life didn't matter, heck he seemed as if nothing mattered. With guilt Scourge realized that he must have been like that too. But he shook his head and made the lame excuse of, 'I'm different. I'm part of the exception'. That probably made him seem full of himself. But he wasn't really, naw he always put himself down. Focusing on his personal weaknesses. All the things he could have done differently. Now this was a time to get all of this hatred out of his system, out of this older wolf. Though it seemed horrible this thought gave Scourge self comfort. Soon everything would be right in his mind.
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Post by Nik on Oct 26, 2010 15:49:11 GMT -6
(THat better happen.)
Zinfandel tried hard not to look taken aback by this response.
"Old? That's cruel." He scoffed a bit, knowing he did look a little bit older than he seemed. "I'm quite aware of these little scent markers. I'm not an ass, boy."
A bit older? he suddenly thought. Now I'm talking like an old man. All too much of a contradiction to him. He was making himself look like a fool, but it was what you could do after a tiring day.
Still in the uncomfortable looking heap that he was laying in, he asked, "What's your name, stranger?" He asked, a grim smile appearing on his face. "I'm Zinfandel."
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Post by ♪Lαb♫ on Oct 26, 2010 16:01:15 GMT -6
Scourge glared at the male and muttered something like, "You look like an ass to me." He resented being called 'boy', though he was not much older than three. Plainly he stated, "You are much older than me. Therefor I shall call you old." He stood above the male, refusing to sit. It was when the older wolf stated his name that Scourge jumped back, a wild look planted in his eyes. "You're a Fang," he spat. "A good for nothing Fang." He shook his head, a new look placed it self in his eyes. It was the look of fury and disgust. "I shall not tell you my name," he roared. "You don't deserve to hear it. Get out of these lands. Out I say! You don't belong here!"
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Post by Nik on Oct 26, 2010 16:39:27 GMT -6
"Much older than you?" He laughed dryly. "I'm sure I am."
It wasn't long till Zinfandel found his mistake in revealing his name. Shit. "Good for nothing?" Repeated Zinfandel, trying hard not to look surprised. After all, the Fangs were very much a hated group, so it wasn't very much of an insult compared to the other things they heard. "You're a bad little boy aren't you'? Hasn't anyone," Zinfandel paused as he wearily turned into his fighting position, "Taught you any manners, boy?" He yawned again, fixing his eyes on Scourge the best he can.
"I didn't want any violence; see, I'm one of the better tools of the Fangs, but you see, when someone starts getting on my nerve like that, it's not pretty, boy."
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Post by ♪Lαb♫ on Oct 28, 2010 10:38:27 GMT -6
Scourge huffed, the urge to roll his eyes was over-whelming. Though he restrained himself and tried to keep his cool, tried. "Better tools? You don't want violence? Do you take me as an idiot? All of you are murderers, you care nothing for anyone but yourself. You think you're getting angry? Look at me! I'm fricking pissed." He paced in circles around the elderly Fang, his mind whirling at what to do. Finally he stood still and looked the male in the eyes. His tail raised high and his fur stood up like a porcupines. With his teeth barred in a nasty snarl he said in a icy voice, "Get. Off. My. Territory. Or else."
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Post by Nik on Oct 28, 2010 10:49:10 GMT -6
(TIME FOR THE SMALL TEEEEXT.  )
Zinfandel sighed. Being a Fang certainly was a fun thing, but then, there were some setbacks. Their widely known reputation was a terribly big one. At the same time, he longed for a little bit of action on a day like this.
"I'm certainly not blind, I can tell you're unhappy." He smiled. "No need for vulgar language. And I may only care for myself," He watched Scourge walk a circle around him. "But who doesn't? I don't need to care about people. It's tiring. When they die, you cry. Another thing I hate about caring."
He was slightly embarrassed as he flinched from Scourge's threat. He blinked and pulled his head back a bit. Only to add to the situation he was in, he asked Scourge in the most forceful voice, "If I don't?" |
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Post by ♪Lαb♫ on Oct 28, 2010 15:05:19 GMT -6
Scourge looked down, what Zinfandel had said irritated him. It was like a tick under his pelt, he pulled and pulled but it wouldn't come out. Caring was tiring, many had died. He spent long hours morning, but he wouldn't let the Fang know. "I'm not unhappy. Scratch that, maybe I like to be unhappy. Caring is worth it though, just to let you know. Even just a little." Like me, he thought. When the other stood up against him he wasn't surprised. A Fang was a Fang, didn't matter how old or how young. Scourge did the natural thing, he walked up to the male and shoved his face in his. The growl became louder, like thunder. "Then I'll make you."
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Post by Nik on Oct 28, 2010 21:05:09 GMT -6
He laughed loudly.
"I don't understand it. Caring and love. I don't understand it, need it, or want it. I can't see how it's helped you any." He smirked. Zinfandel hadn't smiled nor laughed in days, and this was a serious change. Expressionless Zinfandel, turning into the Fang that intended to live inside of him. It made him feel wonderful. An odd feeling he hadn't had for much, much longer.
With Scourge's face again in his, and a frightening growl than ever, Zinfandel knew much well than to be scared. He was nearly insane now, drunk over his own happiness.Maybe this was why he wasn't exactly happy all the time?
He bared (BARED, BORE, WUTEV) his teeth in response to Scourge's death threat, and beckoned him again. "Do it, then. I'd love to see how you'd manage that." |
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Post by ♪Lαb♫ on Nov 6, 2010 8:26:20 GMT -6
Scourge's growl was deafening now. How dare this male challenge him, on his territory! "Caring has killed me, it made me who I am. But without love I would be dead, it's the only thing that keeps me alive now. Back on topic, get out. Now. I won't hesitate to kill you if a threat is aimed at this clan. But I wouldn't be too happy to claim another life. Do what is good for you, leave. Don't come back." She took another step toward Zinafandel, trying to force him to step back.
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