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Posted on November 19, 2013 at 04:40:16 PM by Kiska
All seemed silent and tranquil, but looks are more often then not deceiving, and I had no plans to fall into an ambush today. I know little of this Taviora pack, but I felt no more calling to Glorall. Makism has not been alpha there for some time and I was not comfortable remaining so close to Diveen's borders. I knew this pack to be Allies with them, and therefore the likelihood that I might run into a certain devilish black wolf from their territory on the field of combat was slim to nothing. I could not risk Devil finding out I was still alive, nor that I had returned to the realm of Moladian. I continued the ritual of using black charred ash and soot to cover the golden splash that swept across my left eye like a lopsided tiara. The many months out in the nameless places beyond had covered all traces that I had ever been a wolf of Diveen or even Glorall, and often I covered my own personal fragrance with the blood of my prey, so that none would be able to recognize or track my scent. As far as anyone in Diveen was concerned, Kiska was Dead and gone. I intend for it to remain so. Years have passed, and I am not the same wolf I had once been. I was still a Warrior, a strong proud woman... But years beyond the regions of Moladian had hardened those parts that had grown soft under the liege of Paracon's Samurai King. My children were grown, my Lover gone. I had little to peak the compassion within my tattered Soul and so instead I had tempered the mettle of my grit. Sharpening my claws and fangs in the bones of my prey and adversaries. My frame was sleek as a sword blade, sporting the curves of a corvette and long lithe limbs that carried me across the Earth with all the eerie silence of a Wraith from the Dead. My stature is an imposing one, even by the standards of most males. At 44" I topped out as a monolithe from genes that dated back well into the ice ages, back before time was written or cataloged. I tipped the scales at very near 200 lbs, but such weight was evenly dispersed across my frame in overlapping layers of compact muscle that flexed and coiled neatly beneath the oily iridescent sheen of my corsets. Mismatched eyes scope out the scenery with shrewd calculation. One sphere burned with the molten heat of a blazing forge wilst the other sparked with a glacial blue light that was diamond hard. I'd found a perch in a massive conifer that had fallen askew into it's fellow spruce trees just along the border of Taviora. The great tree's trunk now rose at a 45 degree angle and allowed me to climb up it's wide trunk and get a nice bird's eye view of the interior of the territory. Scent markers radiated from around the trunks of the trees, very recent. Someone was nearby. I was not the kind of wolf who simply came cavorting into another wolf's territory, nor was I the kind to announce to the whole pack of my presence and demand an audience with the alpha. No, I was a patient wolf. I would bide my time at the border until the right opportunity presented itself. I stretched out along the expanse of the tree, it's trunk sagging under the heft of my weight, but it held true. And thus I simply waited, waited to see who, if anyone should happen by. 16 years of Sin - Alias is My Alias - Haunted By Devil May Cry - Hunted By None - Nowhere is My Purgatory - 44", 200lbs |
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- Rising~●~Sun - By Coszcotl November 20, 2013 at 03:03:12 PM
To Make Me Feel This Way - By Kiska November 21, 2013 at 11:59:29 PM
Kiska - By Staff November 30, 2013 at 10:07:00 AM
Rising~●~Sun - By Coszcotl November 24, 2013 at 01:47:26 PM
What a Wicked thing to Say - By Kiska December 1, 2013 at 08:13:46 PM
Rising~●~Sun - By Coszcotl December 3, 2013 at 03:51:52 PM
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