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Post by Ɨlluƨion. on Jul 10, 2009 15:31:48 GMT
ooc; for discoteka; if she doesn't mind someone else can probably join. meanwhile, this post is sucky or at least short. xD
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The soft chiming was almost delicate nonsense to the pinned-back ears of the waterfall’s current visitor. It was a beautiful sight to most, causing gasps of delight as the wolves set their lengthy legs in the waters, allowed the coolness to rain down on their backs, smiling and becoming one with the beauty that graced the territory in soft ripples of water. Chances are, other white pelts would slide under the cascade and listen to the patter of the tumbling water on the stones. It seemed that most wolves in this world that weren’t some soft pastel were white, and for a moment the visitor was angry at his own genetics.
Silver eyes glinted harshly at his reflection as he critiqued himself in the pool of water. He knew it to be shallow enough to not be afraid; as the months passed a lot of his terror of water was washed away. Living in a gorgeous place like this had its drawbacks, but he was strong enough to live through them. He would not rest his mind on the cliché when he could search for the good in the wolves of this pack.
As if there was anything good.
Illusion snorted and shook his head, the small loops on his right ear jangling. He flicked a paw at the surface of the shallow pool then turned to throw his muzzle up. He released a lamenting howl, not caring who heard him. He was just a stupid omega, the male the sex-starved bitches beat up when he didn’t bow to their oh so glorious figures. He was a wolf without any real name, just a silent ghost who exposed his stomach when they bared their teeth, who waited to gnaw at the bones left behind on whatever carcasses they hunted. He wanted so much to believe in the true beauty buried deep within others, but…
“I gave them all the chances in the world,” the arctic wolf hissed to himself, curling his tail around his paws and glaring out into space.
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Post by D I S C O T E K A on Jul 11, 2009 23:49:36 GMT
D I S C O T E K A` I make the beat go boom. Boom. Boom CAN'T STAY FOREVER ♫♫♫♫♫ Delicately touching the ground, Discoteka made her way toward the cascada de musica. It was her favorite place on the island. The waterfall seemed to play music as the water fell from the high ground to the deep pool below. The ground was lush and green. She stopped and knew that she was at the top of the falls. Icy optics watched the canine down below stare into the water, but eventually splash it all away. He was a bit of an odd character. Words escaped his mouth, but they were silent to her. She was confused. Why was such a brute so frustrated? The water was just remaining in its original form. She smirked. Then, she wondered who this canine was. She was positive that she had seen him once before. She assumed a pack member because she could not remember his name.
That reminded her of another time of when she couldn't remember a pack member. Kaleidoscope. Except now, she could hardly get him off her mind for some reason. She began to make her way down the falls. She jumped her way down the falls on rocks that was on the sides of the falls. It was a dangerous way to go, but it was the fastest. Then again, she knew the safest path like the back of her hand. Soon enough, she reached the bottom, and she could see the canine clearly. It was brute. An ivory pelt with silver optics. This must be Illusion. She thought. The Omega of Flyanta. She smiled. She walked closer, and sat down once she was within a talking distance. Her tail wrapped around her feet . She smiled tenderly. Ice blue optics watching his movement. "Hello Illusion," she purred. Then, she wondered if he would recognize her. If he didn't, she would probably laugh.
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Post by Ɨlluƨion. on Jul 12, 2009 0:24:16 GMT
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He remained sitting in silence, a mixture of aggravation and despair lifting the hairs on his silver-streaked mane. Mostly he was angry at himself, not the arrogant natures of the pack. He was too much of a coward to speak out against the others most of the time, hence his low rank. And being amongst prissy females was not enough of a reason to simply leave the pack. His parents had betrayed Flyanta, several years back, and he didn’t want to end up like those goddamn wolves. They had no loyalty for where they had grown up and hunted, and no loyalty for the wellbeing of their only son. He glanced nervously toward the water again, lungs suddenly tightening.
“Hello, Illusion.”
The feminine-built arctic wolf leaped up to all fours and pivoted with ears back and eyes huge, wide enough to reveal the blue sparkle in one of his quicksilver irises. Wrapped up in his own bitter thoughts, he had not noticed the approach of the beautiful she-wolf. Her gaze was surprisingly warm despite its icy coloration, and it caused him to relax his erect fur. He swallowed and lowered himself onto his stomach, pressing deep into the ground, tail tucked slightly between his legs.
“Hi, Discoteka,” Illusion said quietly in return. He kept himself low as he managed to let his eyes travel over her pale coat with wonder. As a general rule, most wolves in the pack were pretty, but each and every beautiful creature he crossed paths with made his breath catch in his throat. It was like he was opening his eyes to the outside world for the very first time. Her gentle smile only added to the grandeur, and for a moment he wanted to crawl up to her and press his nose into her coat, whining like a cub again. It was a look and beauty his mother had never given him and never had, and he found himself longing for it more than anything else in the world.
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Post by D I S C O T E K A on Jul 12, 2009 2:09:22 GMT
D I S C O T E K A` I make the beat go boom. Boom. Boom I KNOW IT ♫♫♫♫♫ It occurred to her that he was aggravated about something. The thoughts jumped through the pup's mind. Fur stood on the back of his neck. She watched carefully. Then, she remembered Illusion's history. His parents had given up on the Flyanta pack and left, leaving their only son behind. Her heart bleed for the pup. Truly it did. She watched the pup spring up, and fall into the ground. Soft quiet words escaped his maw. She smiled tenderly. She knew the feeling of not having a mother. But she managed due to her father. Then again, Illusion had his parents just walk out on him. What a horrible way to begin a life. At least in her opinion. She wondered if he would mind some company that wasn't exactly like the rest of the Flyanta pack. Discoteka always placed herself last especially when it came to her pack. She figured Illusion needed some company some good quality company.
She stood up, and walked over to him. She nuzzled him on the top of his head, and laid down next to him. "How are you Illusion?" she asked quietly. She wanted to use gentle words. She wanted to get to know everyone in her pack better. It began with Kaleidoscope. Now ever since she met with Scope, she couldn't get him off her mind. It was odd, but she went with it. Now, she wanted to talk with Illusion. He was someone that hopefully wanted to chat with her. Otherwise, she would just get up and leave. Continue on her tour of the pack. Making sure everything was still in order. It's how she wanted the pack to remain. Hopefully faithful to her.
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Post by Ɨlluƨion. on Jul 12, 2009 11:55:02 GMT
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It was odd to see such a tender look on the alpha female’s face.
He found himself sort of stunned when he could feel the soft touch of her muzzle gliding along the top of his head, and he partially recoiled from it. Without much regret. He was a very physical sort of wolf, but an authority figure was a bit too much for him, and the gesture was too…strange and unexpected. The last time his parents had touched him had meant drowning in a river, and his comparisons with Discoteka and his mother had turned him back into that mindset, even though he was a mature adult. Not many of the pack knew what had happened to him; his parents had given birth to him outside of the pack, and he lived as a lone wolf until he had turned into an adult.
Illusion shut his eyes tightly for a moment then sighed and opened them again. He didn’t want to think about the events that had driven him back into his parents’ old pack.
As the female settled down next to him, he admired the sheen of her coat and the delicate curves of her body, the way one might admire the waterfall. He didn’t really care how she took his appraising; if she snapped at him in misunderstanding, he would slink off like the omega he was and forget about it. Invisibility was something he craved for and was fairly easy for him. However, that road was shaken up when the leader gently asked him how he was, and at that he tensed up again.
Something in him had never liked to talk to others and tell them of his problems. Even if he probably needed it. He could think of one wolf he had had a heart-to-heart to, and she hadn’t even been in the pack. Flicking his ears and meeting her light blue eyes, he replied in an equally soft voice, more out of shyness than tenderness. “I’m all right. Just thinking about stuff. This pack, my family…” He swallowed. And how I wish sometimes I was still a lone wolf. He would never say that to her; it would probably get him driven out, would probably tear a few scars for good measure into him.
“Did you create this pack, or were you continuing a legacy?” the white wolf asked nonchalantly. He had heard that the alpha was pretty old—at least middle-aged at seven or so—but she looked too young for that, though her acting like a mother threw him off. They were probably just rumors from jealous lower-ranking idiots. He wondered if that was what she had in mind in case she did form Flyanta. The thought amused him, but his expression didn’t change as he stared at her with ears pricked.
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Post by D I S C O T E K A on Jul 12, 2009 22:17:20 GMT
D I S C O T E K A` I make the beat go boom. Boom. Boom CAN'T SEND FOR LONGER She figured that she was being way to open within the first real face-to-face conversation with Illusion. Then again, it was the same thing with Kaleidoscope, but he didn't seem to mind. Well, she was a bit old for most wolves. Not necessary elderly or senile, just middle aged. She hated being called that, but her age worked against her. She sensed his body tense up, and relax a bit once she laid down next to him. That would be it for affection. He didn't seem to take it well. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that he was admiring more than his actions. she smirked. It appeared that brute in Flyanta that she might was obsessed with observing the females. And every brute wonders why the females are obsessed with looking beautiful and taking care of themselves beyond necessity.
Because brutes encouraged this behavior. Thank the creator, she wasn't like this. She looked how she looked. If wolves liked or disliked, it really did not matter to her. Shyness entered his set of emotions. She smiled. Then he spoke how he felt, or a cover up of what he was actually feeling. Now, she began to think. It seemed that every brute watched the females with lustful thoughts, and then get driven away. Continuing to hope that they were loners. Yet they keep coming back to the females. It was a vicious and disgusting circle that some of these brutes had fallen into. Her ears cocked toward him, and then her head spun around and she looked at him. That was a random question. Sure she was a bit on the older side.
She laughed. It was a happy laugh. Well, someone was deeply interested in the history of Flyanta. She closed her eyes, and immediately imaged a image of her grandfather. Or her father's father. He was a large brute, much larger than an average wolf. He had beautiful ice blue eyes, just her father and just like her. His pelt was a hue of silver. His mother was ivory and his father was silver. His mate or Discoteka's grandmother was ivory as well. So the bloodline continues in ivory, but Discoteka wonders if one of the descendants will ever be the same shade as her grandfather. "No. It was a legacy of my grandfather which my father continued and now I continue on in the Flyanta legacy, but it was changed so much since my grandfather's time," she replied. It was true. During her grandfather's reign, everyone loved beauty and created this island purely out of their love of beauty. But when her father came in to rule, everything changed. Now Discoteka was trying to change it back.
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Post by Ɨlluƨion. on Jul 16, 2009 11:45:54 GMT
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He caught her smirk out of the corner of his eye, and had to smile ironically in return, his eyes darting away from her and out at the waterfall instead. At least she hadn’t said anything about his staring. If only she knew what he thought about the alpha’s slender, feminine form and girly muzzle—what if she knew? The thought made his stomach give a stressful twitch at the thought of being driven out of the pack for a sin like that, and the peaceful expression was broken on his face for a moment. He quickly wiped the side of his face with a paw and then flopped down next to her, flicking his tail to touch one of her legs in an apologetic way. He hadn’t meant to jerk away from her, but whatever. No one could know how he was going to react; he was either the touchiest guy alive or the least touchy, depending on his stress levels and his mood at the time.
Discoteka laughed at his question, and he flattened his ears for a moment, the ragged one silently and the one with the ring clattering softly. Had he said something stupid? Something that was common knowledge that had escaped him? However, her voice was as smooth as ever as she told him about the past. He blinked and nodded a bit hungrily, completely into her tale, as short as it was. He wished he had a beautiful legacy to speak of, but he didn’t know a thing past his seemingly bloodthirsty parents, parents who claimed to be pure.
“It must have been amazing back then,” Illusion murmured as he tried to imagine the past, assuming that things had been heavenly instead of the fake paradise spread out before him now. He shook his head and glanced at her, swallowing as if he’d done something wrong. “I mean—it’s really great now—I just…” He shuffled his paws in the dirt and curled is tail closer around himself, hoping he hadn’t offended her reign.
In an attempt to explain himself, he added weakly, “None of the packs seem as wonderful as they supposedly used to be. I don’t really know the goings-on in the others, but it seems like an alpha and pack wolf can wander across each other and not know the other’s name. Like the pack bond is nonexistent, not smoothly run enough, not organized. The pack is a group of wolves living on the same land, rather than an extended family of wolves who cooperate and have like ambitions.” He rose to his paws and shook out his silver-streaked white coat with a sigh of irritation, knowing that he hadn’t spoken the words quite right, that she’d probably get mad. He didn’t know what to say; he could only stand there and hope he was fast enough to dodge her snap.
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Post by D I S C O T E K A on Jul 16, 2009 20:02:29 GMT
D I S C O T E K A` I make the beat go boom. Boom. Boom CAN'T STAY FOREVER Her sight remained on the incredible waterfall placed in front of her. The water rippled of different hues of blue and white. Like every other female, she was being observed by every male. Since she was an alpha, she was even more to be noticed. She didn't mind, and it never really bothered her. It amused her that they thought it was so interesting. Most of the time, the brutes never actually told her that they thought she was beautiful. They held it to themselves because they figured they would be driven out. She felt his paw fall near hers and a tail touched her leg. She smiled. Her story was one of her favorites. It was her history. Everything of this pack came from that history.
She looked over at him, and smiled. "It's all right. It was much better back than. Now, most of the wolves-well females of the Flyanta have turned into lustful bitches," she replied. She frowned. He was right. Flyanta was falling in pieces slowly but surely. She looked over at Illusion and smiled. "My dear Illusion, you are right. This pack is slowly going worse. It's happening everywhere. But I want it to stop," she muttered quietly. Her glance went back to her paws. She remained silent for a moment. I'm sorry grandfather. She desperately wanted the pack to be the way it use to be. It just wasn't the same. She missed having wolves treasure the beauty of the island instead of the beauty of female bodies. It's such a lustful deed that she hated.
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Post by Ɨlluƨion. on Jul 18, 2009 18:17:58 GMT
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Lustful bitches.
He had to smirk sarcastically. She’d really hit the nail on the head with those two words. The other day he’d had a she-wolf practically backing her rear end up against him, thinking that her flirting words were going to make him beg to touch her. Simply enough, his jaw had smarted for a while after she butted her head into it out of rage when he told her he didn’t think she was attractive in the least. Beautiful, sure… All wolves in Flyanta were beautiful, with sleek coats of soft hues, and eyes that were like windows to a heavenly sky. But he had to cringe at the thought of them being anything but that.
Discoteka wore a frown and glanced down at her paws, telling him that she wanted it to stop. He realized that he’d treaded on thin ice with her and wanted suddenly to take back his words so she wouldn’t be sad about what was going on. But there was no way to do that. Instead, he looked toward the waterfall and sent a gust of wind blowing toward them, scattering faint mist around their pale coats. He attempted to smile reassuringly and reached out to nudge her with his bangled paw.
“It’s okay. Not all wolves carry their bodies vainly.” He flattened his ears unsurely then drew his tongue briskly and somewhat comfortably over one of hers. It seemed surreal that he would be attempting to comfort another alpha female, though of course he kept his meeting with Goranzo’s Thirteen a secret from his own clan.
“You aren’t like that,” Illusion continued passionately, “and I’m far from one of the males who drool over beauty without appreciating the beauty of the soul.” He laughed a bit bitterly. “You can trust me not to touch a girl in this pack.”
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Post by D I S C O T E K A on Jul 22, 2009 4:07:18 GMT
D I S C O T E K A` I make the beat go boom. Boom. Boom THAN I MEANT TOO She remembered when her grandfather was still around. All the wonderful stories that he told her of the wonderful Flyanta pack. Now they had turned to a vain bunch of slums. It was horrible. Every female she met was horrible. Most of the males she met still had the ability to see the beauty of many things. It was a light in the darkness. She heard Illusion speak, and she smiled. He was just trying to cheer her up now. She wasn't sure that it was going to happen. She shrugged. "Well, at least there's a spark of hope for this pack. It seems like every male wants to give up and leave due to how some of the females are," she muttered. He said that she wasn't like. She hoped that. It would really tear her down if she carried herself in that manner. When the first days of Flyanta was beginning, her grandfather told the pack to carry out beauty as a gift not a privilege. She wished that she had that ability to speak to everyone and show Flyanta true abilities.
She looked at Illusion and half-smiled. "My grandfather would tell me that everyone in the Flyanta pack treasured beauty. He taught that beauty was a gift not a privilege. Anyone who didn't follow this rule. He would speak, too, and if they didn't change their thoughts he forced them out. My father was never like that, and I don't know if I should that. It seems to unfair," she muttered. Some wolves actually came back for forgiveness and acceptance. Majority of the time, they meant it. Those who didn't, her grandfather would permanently ban. Her grandfather was an excellent ruler of this pack, and she wished that she had that ability lead. In the deepest recesses of her mind, she thought she did. As the pack continued downhill, it appeared that she didn't.
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