Post by Blackie on Dec 14, 2010 0:07:53 GMT -8
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[bg=000000] O R C H I D ☾ A Little Less Conversation, A Little More Action ☽ All This Aggravation Ain't Satisfactioning Me - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
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This is text.
"This is speech".
This is thought.[/i]
"This is the Loner's speech".[/b]
Slap-slap-slap-slap went her paws on the sand. The rhythm of the trot would sound a little off to most - the steps a little too heavy, the timing of each step slightly awkward. Her body wobbled a little, too, but this didn't seem to affect the wolf. In fact, she seemed rather cheerful as she loped along, leaving marks in the sand that would be erased by the wind and time.
Nothing’s permanent out here. Ha! Fine by me.
Sand was good for tracking, and the way it sank under paws could throw off an enemy not used to the sucking pull. Not her, though. Living here, training in the bright sun, she was the picture of warrior strength, an ideal Cephean warrior. Her torn ear and missing tail only made her more proud, because they were the marks of a fighter, not like those weak Cassiopeians who probably never got a scar in their life, or those Orions.
Ug, Orions. Talk-talk-talk, blah-blah-blah. Just say what you mean… or show it.
She hadn’t realized how far she’d come from the Oasis until she clambered up one of the dunes and looked out to the East. Great Sol was just starting His journey down, though it would be some time yet. Even if Orchid couldn’t see the border of Cephean territory, in the sense that it was all sand out here, she could feel it in her bones. All wolves know where their boundaries are; this is why her hackles all raised when she spotted a scrawny-looking beast scrabbling over the dunes. And not just a beast, but an intruder!
She may not have known what lay to the East and North of Cepheus lands, but she did know this: that loner was not one of Cepheus’s wolves. In fact, it wasn’t even healthy looking, as it would be if it was one of those psychos to the south. Even if it managed to get all the way to her pack’s dens, he’d never meet their standards. Her lips peeled back from her pearly fangs (a Cephean always took care of their weapons) in a sinister smile. This one was fair game.
Her pack brothers and sisters knew that when they played around with her, there would be a good bit of sound: growls and playful snarls, along with a smattering of snark (all in good fun, of course). But now she was silent, save for the near-silent slap of her paws on sand as she rocketed towards the loner. She ran as a warrior now, not as a scout. The awkward clumsiness of her gait had disappeared: Orchid knew learned how to compensate for her missing tail in a charge!
The loner’s head was down, which is probably why he never saw Orchid coming. Her momentum and the slam of her body bowled him off his feet. Orchid kept her footing, kicking sand onto the intruder as she passed. She only slowed as she circled around, not running but stalking now. Her smile had been replaced with a grimace of distaste.
Luna’s Eye, piece of dirt didn’t even see me coming. How much of a rat do you have to be to miss it?
No warrior would wander around with his head down like that. It left you blind! She stared at him hard as he wheezed and generally acted like her definition of a pathetic, whimpering mess.
“Pleeeease,”[/b] the weakling moaned. “Don’t, d-d-don’t kill me…”[/b] Orchid pretty much tuned out after that, letting him mumble about water and thirst and whatever pack he’d been in before this. Begging for one’s life was what lower creatures did.
Hm, now what to do with you?
Ever since their honorable Admiral had passed away, things had been a bit confusing back home. Sol had not yet chosen His next earthly incarnation; neither had Luna. Sure, there were higher-ups, but leadership was missing for the time being. It would be irksome to have to keep an eye on this wolf; much easier to just kill the simpering mess right here. There was no honor in him, after all.
Then again, we could use another slave… and Sol might like a sacrifice. He’d surely grace us with His presence, His heat and fire, then!
Mind made up, she slapped the wolf with one heavy paw where he lay prostrate on the ground. Her mind noted the pale gums in his mouth: signs of dehydration sickness. “Get up,”[/b] She growled, completely unsympathetic. "At least pretend you have a spine."[/b] Any emotion would be wasted on this one; and besides, she’d already classified him: [/color]
Weak, slave, dirt.
Whimpering, the loner-now-prisoner limped and staggered along, with Orchid snapping idly at his back legs whenever he slowed down too much for her liking. She kept him going, wondering what her superiors would do with him. It was starting to worry her, really: patrols had grown somewhat disorganized, and their borders were not as protected as they had been – she itched for the vigorous, regulated patrols with her warrior kin that had been the norm.
Maybe things like this creature in front of her would stop crossing the borders, then, too. Cepheus only had room for the strong and the powerful! So little did she care for the wolf before her that she hardly noticed when he’d collapsed to the ground. Muttering to herself, she snapped and nipped at him, but he didn’t move. Curious now, she idled around towards his head.
Oops.
She recognized that glassy look in the wolf’s eyes, but she watched the grains of sand by his nose and mouth for any stirring, just to be sure… “Well damn,”[/b] she blinked. Too weak even to be a slave.
The loner had no honour, not in this place, so she left his body where it was for the vultures. Sol’s bright rays and the desert animals would take care of the body soon enough. She passed over one dune, two, before settling in the shade of one of the massive sand-piles, panting. Orchid would cool off here for a bit before heading back.
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☾ A Little More Bite And A Little Less Bark ☽
A Little Less Fight, A Little More Spark
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notes: Not my greatest work, but hopefully enough for those of us who want to start a Cepheus roleplay.
Also, TELL ME IF THE PURPLE'S TOO DARK. I'm trying to find the right color.[/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
