The battle of never ending

[Silentstorm]

The large black wolf crouched down and breathed in tune with the winds. The lushious green grass around Strages relaxed him. But now was no time to relax. His flank heaving, He paced forth. He was walking into the lion's den. On this day he would try to claim the land which was owned by the legendary Morker. This was dangerous and daring. There but a tiny chance he would survive the wrath of the large fabled black wolf.

He continued to creep forwards- keeping an eye out for an ambush. Strageses breath began to rush faster in and out of his body and fear swept over him as a powerful scent washed and cleaned his nose like mint- stinging his nazal passage. He heard a rustle. Something moved. And it was big. Strages froze and his heart began to race. Again. The noise scared him as yet another plant moved. Something was wrong here. Then he saw a large dragon wing poke out of the bushes.

Strages blinked. The wing disappeared with a rustle. He had heard of the demonic wolves who could change forms. Could Morker be one of them?

But Strages didn't have time to think about it. Because the next moment he felt a large weight land on him. He let out an umph and it pressed against his pelt- severly winding him. The creature stood up and shook itself as only a wolf could. Such an impressive male could only be the great Morker.

The next moment, the two were locked in combat. A ferocity like none other glowed in Morker's eyes. Strages fought as much as he could but he failed. He couldn't match up to a wolf like Morker. Finally, He went limp in submission. To his horror, Morker leaned down and mouthed on his neck. Then pressure began to be placed on his neck. Then, To Strageses relief, the pressure was lifted. Then he felt a giant paw hit his face.

Strages let out a pained 'aarrgghh' before scampering off- blood pouring down his muzzle.

[.:Shadow:.]

"Aarrgghh"

A noise unlike other and full of pain. A pain that the female who had heard it, was so used to by now but it always came as a shock to her and it pained her sometimes to hear it. A small black body began to run. Long black pillars moved in sync and black paws hit the ground soundlessly like the ghost she was. Nostrils flared as they took in a scent of a newcomer but something was not right. Someone had been hurt and the last wolf to come to mind was Morker sadly to say. However, she could back up her reason. She just knew that he could protect himself, that he had both the brawns and the brains to go with it, as well as any other aces he may hold.

Fast moving body slowed in an instant as a wolf ran by in a blur of motion. Pale voids made quick contact with the other wolf as she stared into a color that to her seemed almost golden, but it was mostly just the light. Observant voids picked up the sight of blood almost even before her nostrils did. 'Morker' Mind screaming, pillars picked up again, making her run an at amazing pace.

Bodice rose and fell quickly, a surge of emotions washed over her like a tidal wave, and suddenly gray orbs met ones filled with a certain ferocity. Shadow Paw stopped in her tracts, unable to decipher the scene before her. The sign of a battle was obvious; but one that as quick. Body quivered slightly as she gazed up at the large blackened male, Morker, who was also her mate. Relief, curiosity, and down right confusion swept over her facade she she stared relentlessly at him. Charcoal head c.ocked [[<-- Word has more than that meaning you were thinking. I use that word a lot to explain a movement..]] itself to one side as her voids asked him, "what happened?" but her voice also accompanied the look, "Morker-" her tone was unsteady and soft, "who was that, and what happened?"

Slowly, Shadow Paw began to step towards him, unsure at first. After a foot or two, her confidence in him regained itself, and soon enough she was standing inches from him. From her vantage point and look on things, many things could have happened, but she just wished that he would tell her unlike others she knew who would try to avoid answering her. A deep inhale took in his scent that lingered in her mind just to reassure herself that all was right.

Ooc | | Wow, what a horrible post made by meh =X

[Silentstorm]

Morker watched ol' Strages run off. He felt Shadow's presence beside him. Finally he felt calm. He took in deep breaths until he finally decided to tell her. His voice had lost its rage and was now simple and calm. His mouth moved smoothly as if it had never happened.

"He invaded out territory, Trying to mark it." Morker breathed. But as he said this, His voice became cracked and angry again. "I delivered him a future death blow. He wont last long"

He smirked as the last of Strages disappeared. The fern fronds waved behind him and then became still. He watched more and more plants move as the Black Wolf scampered away. Then, without another word, Morker began to walk away. He had been... different lately. There was more and more tension between the packs...

Morker was suddenly drawn into a prophecy. Heaven and Hell was calling him.

"Mörkerlooken ut, därför att död hägrar, mörkerlooken ut, därför att ditt känt fullgöras, bildar ett stort mörker för armé för den alla kollapser. Frukta inte vid de väldiga kompasswolvesna, inte något att säga som du skrämmas av framtiden, är du öden kommande kärt mörker, och det finns ingenting du kan göra för att stoppa den."

Two voices chanted. He recognised the swedish language and remembered it. His home land. He was swedish of course. His name was Morker... Darkness in swedish.

[SUICIDERISK5]

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