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Post by Styx on Dec 26, 2007 17:38:25 GMT -5
It was a cool and foggy morning of winter, and a red-hued brute stalked in the bare bushes. His gray eyes were fixed on a spot, his muscles tense, and his head low. A snow-white hare had come out of its burrow by some reason, and he wasn’t about to let this fine opportunity pass him by!
The small rodent hopped here and there, and finally stopped on a spot—on a spot directly in front of the hidden wolf. Styx licked his lips hungrily, and lowered himself to the ground before pouncing on his prey. His creamy jaws closed on thin air, as the hare darted into the horizon; yet that was nothing to be discouraged about, and being able to distinguish the rodent’s smell clearly, Styx ran behind it.
It quickly disappeared from his view, but he could still smell it, he could still hear it. The hare may have been faster than him, but the red wolf knew he could out-run it if the chase lasted long enough. Styx could hear the hare beginning to slow down, and he started to run faster. Finally, the rabbit came into view again, and the brute opened his jaws and went in for the kill; but once again, his efforts were unfruitful.
The rabbit seemed to disappear in the snow, and Styx braked and walked towards the spot it had disappeared on; clawing the ground in frustration, the wolf soon uncovered a half-hidden burrow. Cursing under his breath, he gave up with it, and walked elsewhere.
A half-frozen river could be heard in the distance, and Styx, having nothing better to do, decided to go to it.
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Post by Breaker on Jan 3, 2008 9:56:54 GMT -5
The large Gray Wolf was standing near the frozen river. Ice was everywhere and a light snow had begun to fall. Breaker perked his keen ears at a wolf in the area, and not just any wolf, it was the Alpha of his rival pack. He was large for a red wolf and Breaker watched him from the other side of the river as he came into view.
Maybe we can come to terms, he thought. By now the other wolf must of caught his scent, because he was upwind of him. Breaker decided it would be best if he said something first so he let out a bark. "Hello, I'm Breaker, Alpha of the Cedar Mountain Pack."
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Post by Styx on Jan 3, 2008 17:51:28 GMT -5
With his tongue lolling out carelessly, slightly tired after the chase, Styx approached the river with intentions of drinking. He was only a wolf's length from the half-frozen river when... his muzzle closed suddenly, his large ears forwards, his gray eyes narrowed. Another wolf, a gray wolf, was on the area. His red and black tail did not rise an inch, but his head did, his cold eyes locking on Breaker once he localized him.
Styx wasn't about to cross the half-frozen river just to get in a fight with this young wolf; nah, why to bother? It wasn't all that of a great opportunity anyway. So apparently ignoring the other alpha completely, the red wolf lowered his head and drank. Rising again, with freezing water dripping from his mouth, the wolf then spoke.
"Styx," he said gruffly "They call me Styx."
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Post by Breaker on Jan 4, 2008 9:02:24 GMT -5
"Styx," Breaker said, not breaking his gaze from the red wolf. "Can we come to terms on our two packs? Their is no use carrying on with this fighting," Breaker hoped this Alpha would understand, but deep down he had a feeling he wouldn't. The Grandfather Mountain Pack had always been rivals with the Cedar Mountain Pack.
Breaker had a feeling that this rivalry wouldn't change. The other pack never seemed to want to come to terms with his. He sighed, Maybe this time it'll be different.
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Post by Styx on Jan 4, 2008 20:46:05 GMT -5
“A peace treaty, huh?” Styx’s eyes narrowed with suspicion, a treacherous smirk appearing in his jawline. “Sure, why not?” The red wolf said casually, as he padded like a caged lion in his side of the river, his eyes locked on the other male’s; threatening, challenging, and his calmed tone of voice contradicting his body. “But may I have some sort of warranty?”, “Some sort of warranty other than the word of a total stranger?” He inquired venomously; looking at Breaker up and down, convincing himself of that he was up to something.
Gray wolves were really not kind; they pretended to be kind, but they really weren’t. They were like the deadly fish of the depths; they attracted their prey with pretty lights and kind words—just to later show their teeth. That was what Styx thought, and as sure as -bleep-, Breaker would have a hard time changing these thoughts molded into the red male’s mind since a young age.
Styx stopped, and stood with his head high on his shoulders and his long muzzle pointing at Breaker. His gray eyes shone with the most absolute hatred, and his posture seemed to challenge the younger male to cross the river first; his tail, however, remained low, and his dense fur flattened; did he really mean the message? Or was it maybe because he was accustomed at being alpha… actually, Styx liked to maintain his body language confusing. He was a wolf who liked to wag his tail at others to later bite them, one that liked his enemy to have not a clue about what he was thinking deep in his mind.
He was a wolf who liked playing dirty, one could say. But when the rule is kill or be killed, can one really be blamed? Can one be blamed for surviving? Can one be blamed for adapting to a world that changed at a speed never before seen by time? No; and therefore Styx couldn’t be blamed for being the way he was, for being evil.
But what was evil, actually? Animals were supposed to be able of distinguishing it from good… but what was that difference? A good wolf wouldn’t kill another unless he didn’t have a choice, but an evil wolf would do it with pleasure; was that the big difference? That the evil wolf had a more optimistic view of fate? What a difference…
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Post by Breaker on Jan 4, 2008 21:00:55 GMT -5
Breaker could see this wolf really didn't want to negotiate. He was in an aggressive stance, and everything about him seemed to be challenging Breaker. Breaker didn't back down, he kept his gaze fixed on Styx, but Breaker himself did not show any signs of aggression. "What kind of warranty? I give you my word."
Thankfully this river is here, if it weren't this wolf would have attacked. He thought. Breaker was becoming more and more weary of Styx. But they were separated, it would be suicidal to try and cross a frozen river and both wolves seemed to know it.
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Post by Styx on Jan 5, 2008 8:39:26 GMT -5
Yes, that was the only difference. Evil wolves would accept fate without complaints, while good wolves would have their stupid pride in the way. Right now Styx didn't care whether Breaker was evil or good, but he was totally convinced of that he would betray him, of that he would attack him by the back; he would accept this treaty, and it would bring a war. It was destiny.
As soon as Breaker started speaking, Styx resumed his pacing; his gray eyes going from the other male to the river, as if he was truly considering the possibility of crossing. True, it would be suicide, but you knew what? Styx could've cared less; he was the kind of wolf who wouldn't care about the injuries he suffered as long as his opponent came down too.
His ears and tail were low, but those eyes... those maddened eyes... nothing else had to be said, Styx was a completely crazed wolf, regardless of if he had appeared sane at the beginning. Indeed Breaker should have been thankful to his ancestors by this river, but would this icy barrier last long anyway? Styx placed his paw on the ice, mentally tracing the route he would take to get to the other side. It seemed not.
Instantly, the red wolf whirled to a side and resumed his pacing, the hairs on his back standing on end. No, one couldn't mess with the designs of destiny! He could see this treaty would bring a war... but he felt he must accept it... he had to accept the peace, but by doing so, he would also be accepting the war. Still, the future wasn't something that could be edited, the war was already written, and he could do nothing about that!
Styx stopped, stomping the snow with a red paw. “Alright, Breaker. I accept”, he said the most unexpected words, his voice sounding, for once, true. Still, the hatred behind his eyes wasn't calmed. “But with a condition!” He growled, “No wolf of your pack shall ever lay a paw again over this valley, and no wolf of my pack shall ever lay a paw over this valley! Or the consequences shall bring war!!” He howled, all of his teeth showing after his sentence.
“Do we have a deal?”
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Post by Breaker on Jan 5, 2008 9:24:54 GMT -5
Breaker was beginning to realize how hard it would be to deal with this wolf. "What kind of a deal is that? You and I both know that this Valley has some of the best hunting grounds in the forest!" He paused, looking at the other Alpha's reaction, eyes locked together.
"How about we just stop fighting and accept each other for who we are?" Breaker watched the other wolf pacing up and down the riverbank. He was beginning to realize that this conversation was going nowhere and it was getting time to skedaddle.
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Post by Styx on Jan 11, 2008 21:30:20 GMT -5
Styx's ears and tail rose as did the Cedar Alpha's voice. "If you are not willing to do a sacrifice," Styx growled, "then that leaves well clear what kind of leader you are. My pack will not perish without these lands... nor will yours, and you know this well. But it is fine." He again placed a paw on the ice, and quickly took it back as he turned violently, his gray eyes flashing with wrath. "It is fine." He repeated, his voice, as always, totally calm, in contrast with his body that was totally furious.
"Our packs do not get along, just like you and I do not get along. If you place them both in the same room, if you make them share the same territory, what do you thing will happen?" He stated bitterly. "But it is alright. You don't seem too interested in making a peace agreement, and to tell the truth, neither do I." That said, and the red wolf walked away, disappearing in the darkness from which he had come.
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Post by Breaker on Jan 11, 2008 21:37:01 GMT -5
Breaker watched the red wolf leave, and was glad that he had left. He didn't know what, but something about that wolf irritated him to no end. Maybe it was the mixture of body language? He pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Either way, this other Alpha was dangerous, and he assumed that the Grandfather Mountain Pack was just as dangerous.
Breaker turned from the Frozen River and padded at a good place back to Cedar Mountain. His attempt at peace was in vain, and now whenever a member of his pack went into the Valley, they would have to be weary of attack. He feared this would not be the last time he saw this wolf.
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