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Post by Ziku on Apr 30, 2006 21:04:20 GMT -5
"Camp," came the simple reply as the male padded onward, not even bothering to hide his presence on the lands. He wasn't hunting so no need to be stealthy. "Ximera would come to torroment me even in the worst storm. But if you do scent her here let me know, alright? He glanced back at Swamp as he spoke the last part of his sentance.
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Post by Ximera on Apr 30, 2006 21:09:41 GMT -5
She nodded. "Camp . . . " Memorizing her trail. "So Ziku, tell me storys about Roumeg and Ironfang." She endured slowly. ( I'm going to start posting large soon. )
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Post by Ziku on Apr 30, 2006 21:12:44 GMT -5
((kay. I will too))
He looked back up at the sky. "Well, there's not much to tell. Roumeg and Ironfang, as far as I know, never got along that well. Oh! But there was the leader before me. A great saber he was. He took me in when no one else was, even looking past my heritage." A short pause after this. He could tell she was going to ask about his past. He knew it! "But anyway, Roumeg seem to have al alliance with Chicotah even if there is no proof of it. Chicotah are nasty wolves that attack anything in sight. But you didn't ask about the wolves. With a small smile he stopped and yawned slightly. "It's better to talk sitting than walking. Wouldn't want to run into a tree."
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Post by Ximera on Apr 30, 2006 21:25:46 GMT -5
Swamp nodded and planted her rear under a near by willow planted on top of a hill with a carved cave under it. A yawn escaped her maw into the air which was faded by gremlin dusk. So, here she was, under a willow tree, in the dark. A crack of sun spilled through the mountains, the sky fading into a romantic hazing orange, red, and pink essence. Wiggling her rump in the air and then her stub tail and then lay down under the willow instead of sitting. Looking at the gray male, gesturing her head for him to come sit.
"So I am guessing the Chicotah are a fierce killer, the supreme rulers over the wild?" Of course she would not know the Roumeg were huge and more fierce rulers than the Chicotah. The morning rise had knocked sense into her and know she had her sarcastic rude tongue, yet trusted the gray male so she wouldn't apply any at him. "Like the saber and his pride."
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Post by Ziku on Apr 30, 2006 22:33:15 GMT -5
" Not really. The Roumeg were the birth of the Chicotah and I think the Whitebacks were the source of the Chicotah and the Aryiren are responcible for the WhiteBacks." replied the black striped male as he amde his way over to the willow tree and Swamp. He sat down next to her and stared up at the sky. "But the Roumeg are the fiercest of the wolves and the Roumeg are the fiercest of the sabers. But at times it doesn't come down to strength but the ones who stick together and use their minds."
A small sigh escaped Ziku's jaws and he dropped his head slightly. He noticed the sarcastic tone Swanp started out with disappeared. He didn't want to bring that up. He was happy just telling her of the history of the lands they live on.
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Post by Ximera on Apr 30, 2006 22:56:21 GMT -5
She nodded, listening to his story silently. Looking to her side, staring into the mountains where sunlight spilled through the cracks and shadows began forming. "So . . " She mentioned slowly, while staring at the mountains. "Ironfang was the birth to Roumeg." She knew it would have to be correct, how else? But how could such create a retched and vicious breed, and wouldn't the kin of Ironfang be close allies.
"I must be wrong." She looked up to Ziku, noticing the color of his pelt was differant. "You . . " Eyes widened. "You aren't an Ironfang." This scared her, she thought he was a kind male who had ruled Ironfang. Did he not rule? Was he another traitor, did the gray male not belong to Ironfang truely? She gasped, trying to hold back tears.
"I noticed Ximera and you, you had solid pelts." She leaped to her paws, blades unhooked from her large paws. "Did you lie to me?" She growled, backing away, brows narrowed, a tear slowly falling from her eye as lips curled upwards, baring fangs showing pure ironfang lineage.
Drama time! :D ( Bah, sorry deleted it on accident. Posting other post now. x3; Also in "An Old Home" be patient and dun log off this time. )
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Post by Ziku on Apr 30, 2006 22:58:04 GMT -5
He leaped to his paws at her sudden semi-rage. So she did guess. There would be no hiding it now that she had guessed. With a sigh he sat down, muscles tense should he have to defend himself. "I do not belong to Ironfang blood wise. I was born near the outskirts of Roumeg. Like I said before, the leader before me took me in when no one else would." Slowly, he closed his eyes and lowered his head. Ears flicked and he looked back up at Swamp.
"I would not lie to you nor to anyone else in this pride unless I find necessary and I would not lie about my heritage." He didn't challenge her words. He didn't defend himself against her actions as some would with barred fangs and unsheathed claws. Ziku looked her into the eyes, calmly flicking his tail and thinking of what he could say next.
Taking a deep breath Ziku continued. "Ximera is a full Roumeg. I have no clue of my own lineage other than I am not a full Ironfang or Roumeg."
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Post by Ximera on Apr 30, 2006 23:07:11 GMT -5
She looked to Ziku and backed up a bit as he leaped. Staring into his eyes, caught in an eerie daze, but confused. Catching her breath, she walked over to Ziku and lay under the willow, eying the sunlight spill. Gritting her teeth a bit, angry at herself but still confused whether to be angry or sad, for now she was sullen. ( Short. >< )
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Post by Ziku on Apr 30, 2006 23:09:05 GMT -5
((It's okay))
Slowly, as if expeting her to snao at him or even attack, Ziku moved back towards the willow. Muscles were still tense but Swamp didn't look like she was going to attack soon but you never knew. "I'm sorry if I upset you but that's what I am."
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Post by Ximera on Apr 30, 2006 23:14:51 GMT -5
She didn't reply, confused and there was nothing to say. Looking at Ziku, then smiled and stretched. "No problem. You are what you are, and I'm cool with that." Stretching a bit, grabbing the tuft of grass as she clawed her blades down the grass in boredum, staring as morning starting coming in.
"Hm. We better start getting to camp." Lifting to her paws, Mohawk stood in place, and yawned. "Where to?" She asked.
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Post by Ziku on Apr 30, 2006 23:17:19 GMT -5
He blinked at her sudden change of mood. Must be a female thing he thought before smiling in return and turning to the way they had started going in. "Not far. Just follow me. It's somewhat near the center of the IronFang territory." Ziku was glad the sudden rift in personality was gone even if it might pop up again.
Paws made large prints in the lands even as he stepped lightly. "So, where do you come from, Swamp? you're full Ironfang but I've never seen one such as yourself around here."
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Post by Ximera on May 1, 2006 0:16:15 GMT -5
Looked at Ziku and smiled, looking down at the ground then back up, flipping her mohawk. "Not far? Hm, alright. Center, I'd of guessed it." She chuckled. So, following him, still slightly confused. Yawning softly, she followed him quicker, paws making perfect large prints along side his each time she stepped.
Gasping as she noticed what she was doing. She smiled as she began trotting around her and Ziku's prints, forming a heart around his back and front prints and hers, then clawed a "Z" and "S" in it, then continued trotting along with Ironfang's supreme male.
"Uhh. I don't know. I've been a wanderer, I guess."
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Post by Ziku on May 1, 2006 6:40:10 GMT -5
"Not many would. They would think to check out the four corners of the lands." He looked at her from the side then backas she scratched the letters into the ground. His eyes blinked in confusion but the large male shrugged it off and continued on his way. She would tell him if she wanted. Wasn't his business as far as he could tell.
Ears flicked towards her voice. "I guess that's what everyone tht comes here is like. Nay pride or group yo used to be a part of? Maybe some family?"
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Post by Ximera on May 1, 2006 19:51:14 GMT -5
Swamp
Quickly padding along side Ziku, nodding slowly in utter respect. Sunlight spilled and splashed and roared from the borders, now it was a romantic red, purple, blue, and it was dim and now just noticing all the flowers and trees and rocks. Ironfang is beautiful . . . She mumbled to herself, ignoring the words of Ziku.
Caught up in the beauty, her tail slashed across the air, head bobbed slowly. Listen to Ziku! A voice cryed in her head. She ignored it as if her mohawk sheathed the voice. She leaned against the gray male, purring softly. Brows narrowed, staring at all the scenery.
Blinking, shaking her head momentarily. "No." She said in reply to Ziku as she still walked off in the harmony and peace of the enviremont, enshrouded with a perfect smell, the humid air and wetness made it pretty.
Shaking her head a bit, then looking back to Ziku. Thump! "OW! EEK!" She cried as she tripped over a rock and stumbled onto her face and flipped over with her rump in the air. "Oww. . . "
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Post by Ziku on May 1, 2006 19:55:45 GMT -5
She was leaning against him. Swamp was actually leaning against him. Ziku glanced over at her then back in front then back over to her. The light made her pelt shimmer but he had other things to take care of. Slowly, as not to disturb her very much to the point of her falling, Ziku moved slightly away so their sides weren't touching.
Then she fell. He stopped looked back and started laughing. "Are you okay?" he asked, padding over to her and sitting down to watch the entertainment. The sun was to his back, warning his fur. Whiskers twitched slightly and nose twitched with them.
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