Post by Athoran ~ Marbos ~ Dehatak on Nov 9, 2006 21:41:21 GMT -5
((NOTE: This is a plot-starter thread. Insanity and I will use it to establish characters and basic plot--please DO NOT reply to it until we give the okay. Thanks!))
Dark, fiery eyes surveyed an overcast horizon. Marbos beheld the barren landscape coldly. The hunting party had gone far too long without food--even his withered frame had begun to feel the pangs. But the end was nowhere in sight. Empty wind swept over empty plains, bearing no scent of prey.
Wait...
The breeze shifted. This time, it was not bare.
"Marbos!" Dehatak's skeletal form appeared from behind a scraggly pine grove. "Marbos, another pack approaches!"
The ayzra's pitch-colored hackles rose, his muzzle twisted in a silent growl. He wasn't in the mood for a confrontation--but by the Chasm, if there was any food to be found in these parts, it would not be shared.
"How far?" he croaked.
"Not very," Dehatak replied, in his perpetual sneer of a voice. "I spotted one of their scouts just over that ridge."
"Did you dispatch it?"
The scout froze. "No...I thought it best not to provoke a pack we have not seen. They may be strong."
Marbos' eyes flared. "Stronger than us?"
Dehatak whined and crumpled to the ground beneath an enormous invisible weight, wheezing for breath. Marbos stalked closer, looking over the thin frame of his High Teca with contempt.
"You're pathetic."
Dehatak gasped for breath as the weight suddenly lifted, and scrambled to his feet. Marbos turned back towards the rest of the pack, not bothering to make eye contact as he gave his orders.
"Go. I want numbers, position, condition. And Dehatak..." Marbos paused his march. Glancing back over his shoulder. "Do hurry. The pack grows hungrier--if you delay, you may seem to be the easiest meal upon your return."
The scout growled but didn't reply, slinking back into the trees. Marbos turned his gaze back towards his other followers.
"Neimha!"
"Yes, my love?" the ivory wolf answered, her voice bearing a fiercer glare than even her emerald eyes.
"Ready the wolves. We may have company."
Dark, fiery eyes surveyed an overcast horizon. Marbos beheld the barren landscape coldly. The hunting party had gone far too long without food--even his withered frame had begun to feel the pangs. But the end was nowhere in sight. Empty wind swept over empty plains, bearing no scent of prey.
Wait...
The breeze shifted. This time, it was not bare.
"Marbos!" Dehatak's skeletal form appeared from behind a scraggly pine grove. "Marbos, another pack approaches!"
The ayzra's pitch-colored hackles rose, his muzzle twisted in a silent growl. He wasn't in the mood for a confrontation--but by the Chasm, if there was any food to be found in these parts, it would not be shared.
"How far?" he croaked.
"Not very," Dehatak replied, in his perpetual sneer of a voice. "I spotted one of their scouts just over that ridge."
"Did you dispatch it?"
The scout froze. "No...I thought it best not to provoke a pack we have not seen. They may be strong."
Marbos' eyes flared. "Stronger than us?"
Dehatak whined and crumpled to the ground beneath an enormous invisible weight, wheezing for breath. Marbos stalked closer, looking over the thin frame of his High Teca with contempt.
"You're pathetic."
Dehatak gasped for breath as the weight suddenly lifted, and scrambled to his feet. Marbos turned back towards the rest of the pack, not bothering to make eye contact as he gave his orders.
"Go. I want numbers, position, condition. And Dehatak..." Marbos paused his march. Glancing back over his shoulder. "Do hurry. The pack grows hungrier--if you delay, you may seem to be the easiest meal upon your return."
The scout growled but didn't reply, slinking back into the trees. Marbos turned his gaze back towards his other followers.
"Neimha!"
"Yes, my love?" the ivory wolf answered, her voice bearing a fiercer glare than even her emerald eyes.
"Ready the wolves. We may have company."