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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 14, 2008 12:38:43 GMT -5
{Isn't it obvious?} "Of course I do" He smiled, "But I have the wolves of hell around me..." His blue eyes sparkled. Then he started again, "I was sent up to hell as I did murdering and other bad deeds. The past Devil was perhaps to evil for even hell! She was sent to the dungeons but put up a terrifying fight... I was the one to get her and lock her up. It was my duty to become the devil."
"You want to hear about the hinds?" He asked, Reffering to humans or twoleggers. |
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Post by strages on Jan 14, 2008 14:59:35 GMT -5
I shall reply both here and in scars that never fade tomorrow, the muse murderer has hit me
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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 14, 2008 15:37:04 GMT -5
-Sure-
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Post by strages on Jan 15, 2008 14:15:02 GMT -5
Pushkin listened as he spoke saying that he did get lonely, but like he said he had company. she had no one, lucky b.astard. She thought to he self, how she longed for the company of another, some one she could trust with her secrets and some one who would listen to her moan, she just wanted a friend, she knew she would never have a friend though, after all those that weren't but off by her sarcasam often just didn't like her or she hated them. Pushkin looked up when he spoke about humans, asking her if she wanted to hear about them.
"Yes!"
she barked enthusiasticly.
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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 16, 2008 12:47:52 GMT -5
"Okay" He smiled. Yes, He did have company but that was only because he was the higher... He was the devil. It was nice to have a truthful friend for once. Then he began to speak, "Twoleggers who are nice normally are white furred with an odd ear on the top. Though they arent actually ears... They are 'hats'. They have a variaty(sp?) of manes which are long and beautiful whilst others have no mane. They have no front paw fur... Mean ones normally wear green fur and hold 'guns' which can kill. They hunt us for flesh, pelts, nutricion and mediceninal values." [/size] |
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Post by strages on Jan 16, 2008 12:54:14 GMT -5
Pushkin growled slightly, she knew all this already, she knew most of the facts about them, the things you were told as cubs, she wanted to know the little ins and out, what they did behind closed doors were wolves couldn't spy, she wanted to know all the little secrets of man kind. She longed to know the things that she would never know, the things that would stay a secret from all the animals, forever. "I know that already." It looked like she wasn't going to find out anything useful about them from Oear. Pushkin sighed maybe it was time to head home, she shook her head, there was never going to be a point of going home, there was no one who would miss here, know one even knew she had gone.
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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 16, 2008 14:00:47 GMT -5
Oear sighed. His eyes were filled with darkened wisdom and power. Death was airy around this place. "Knowledge of Wolves is limit. Some is never found." He sighed. He knew she would be in distress at trying to find what happened beyond the reach of the wolves. "We were born, Meant and should stay in the wild." He spoke wisely. His shadow form was beginning to fade and he was returning to his original form. [/size] |
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Post by strages on Jan 16, 2008 14:09:22 GMT -5
Pushkin growled in annoyance, she didn't have any intention of becoming tame. she would always be wild, nothing would change that, but she still yearned to learn more bout humans, it was likely to be the fact that she would never know that made her want to know but she still wanted to learn more.
-crap but i gotta take the dog back
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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 16, 2008 14:15:40 GMT -5
-I will reply later... Muse is gone ^^-
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Post by strages on Jan 16, 2008 14:19:38 GMT -5
pmed you
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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 16, 2008 14:21:14 GMT -5
-Okies, I have a lot of muse for Scars-
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Post by strages on Jan 20, 2008 4:59:44 GMT -5
bump
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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 20, 2008 8:03:46 GMT -5
-okay- Oear felt something sudden... Something beautiful. He felt it bubble up inside him. He was filled with a sudden set of pride. But it was dropped with a sudden sense of realisation. He knew what he had felt but it was difficult to pull off to think of it. He was the darkest lord of hell. He was the most deathly wolf known... But could it be that he was in love with a mortal. He felt love. He had felt it before. His mate had left hell. She had gone to heaven for her heroic act. He felt new love. But it was impossible. It could barely be true or even exist. He was dead. She was alive. How could he love her?" |
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Post by strages on Jan 20, 2008 11:50:17 GMT -5
Pushkin watched Oear, this wolf, or whatever he was seemed to be deep in thought. Pushkin sighed, having him of in the world of thoughts left her with nothing to do other than reflect on her past and think about her future. A pain wimper escaped her maw as she remembered been chased from her pack when she was just a little sliver of a thing, as time had passed she got tougher and stronger, now nearly fight she got in she would come out the victor. The lack of prey she was able to hunt had made her lean but not skinny.
Pushkin shook her pretty head as if in doing so it would rid her of her past, she decided instead to think about her life now, and the future. She was in hell, which for one was impossible after all she hadn’t died, but yet she was here, and secondly it was quiet a lot to absorb all at once. She knew she would be able to get home with out much hassle, she had done it many times before, but she could never be certain she would be able to do it again.
And now for the future, life was pretty f.ucked up for the she-wolf and she was quiet certain that it wasn’t going to get any better, it could get worse but that was unlikely, it seemed as bad as it could get already, but in life there was always room for things to get worse. Pushkin often dreamt that one day she wouldn’t be an exile any more that she would join a pack find a mate and live out her days like a wolf should, but those dreams were slowly turning into nightmares, with the knowledge that it would never happen, the dreams made her depressed on quiet often suicidal.
Pushkin’s gaze lifted to Oear and she studied him for a moment before decided that she had let the silence unfold around them for long enough. Oear still seemed to be deep in thought and at once she felt an irrational feeling to know what was going on in his head. “What are you thinking?” It was a question of course so he didn’t need to answer, but she hoped he would.
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Post by strages on Jan 22, 2008 13:18:56 GMT -5
hi are you going to reply?
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