Try again,Or lose this game.(Open.)

[wolfsilver]

Cresent felt course uneven ground scrape her paw-pads,she slowed gratefully,recapturing lost breath. Bringing herself to the point of her flight,Cresent checked over her silvery shoulder for pursuers,warily scenting the air as she did so. Finding nothing to worry about,Cresent padded towards a maze of scents that had suddenly appeared in her sensitive nose.It was yet another borderline,Flattening her ears against a sudden buffet of chilling wind,Cresent followed the map of scents until she reached her destination,the borderline. She walked for a quarter mile along it before stopping for a short break.As usual,warring thoughts grew within her,~Should I howl to bring a scout?,or should I run away again?..." She scanned the landscape before her,shaping the countryside with her silver gaze,trying to make sense of all that lie there. Her eyes were shifting,colors a unique spectrum that reflected the light to see all there ever was. The rage of that war clashed with those colors, creating a shock of blue in the usual silver. She rose to her padded paws,eyes flashing like never before she raised her soft silken muzzle to the sky and let loose a howl that quivered and shook yet stroked the air like red velvet.Accompanied by the wind's whistle and the flute of the birdsong,it created a tune unlike no other,second to nothing,she howled.As the last notes faded gently away,Cresent finally felt at peace,who cares if you loose the first time?,there was always another go waiting for you.

(Word count: 238
(Thoughts: She is looking to join Renegade.

[☼ Sunstorm]

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/karos-middle.png] There was a certain chill in the air, and particularly on this coastline. The wind wildly pushed against me as it did the waves, which I was eyeing carefully. They were larger today than they typically were, but I didn’t think it would be too much of a problem. My eyes flit over them before lifting back up to the pearly white sky, the cloud cover blanketing the blue that I preferred. It looked as if it might snow; yes, again. We’d gotten so much of it lately that I was beginning to get sick of it, and that was saying a lot. I generally enjoyed the soft white flakes, even if I was never well hidden during this season. I turned my eyes ahead once more as I walked down the beach, heading toward the border. My paws ocassionally dragged, not that I much cared. There was hardly ever a point for me being proud, not anymore. So many times was I on the brink of something that might be labeled ‘insanity’, though I had yet to mention it to any soul. I’d been working on controlling my wild tempers, which came without warning these days. So far, I’d managed to hide it. Unfortunately, today was one of those days that my control slipped. As I let my gaze slid over the landmarks of my own beach, I was tugged into a memory of a very different beach, but a beach nevertheless. It had been the day I’d first met wolves on this island, and one of those had been none other than my devious brother. The memory had more of an effect on me than I’d been anticipating, and at that time, a howl sliced through the flashing images associated with a cold hatred. Somehow, this sound did not quite pull me out of my uncertain state. I lifted my eyes to stretch down the beach, and I saw a vague, silvery form. The sight made my pawsteps stop at once, my muscles tensing as I took it all in. The rational section of my mind clearly that this howl was different, and also that this creature was a much lighter silver than hers. However, my rational mind was not being listened to. That dangerous monster was rising again, taking control in whatever section of my body that it could, and I pushed forward, my muscles angrily pulsing heat against the chill. What I was ‘seeing’ was the distant form of Seshafi, once the mate of my brother’s, and also the bitch that destroyed my life, and was continuing to do so. In all reality, the she-wolf ahead was nothing of the sort, but instead a curious loner with good intentions. I did not realize this until I was much closer, when somehow I managed to get a grip on myself. My eyes widened in terror as my paws came to a stop, and my angry growls stopped at once. I was absolutely horrified; if I had gotten any closer while in that state, I was sure that I would have attacked. Taking a big swallow, I hoped that she had been temporarily deaf to those angry sounds, and dissolving the aggressive stance, I lifted my head to try to regain some dignity. I just prayed fiercely that she wouldn’t be scared off. Immediately, I decided not to mention my strange spell, hoping once more that she did not notice anything out of the ordinary. “Welcome, miss, to the Renegade Empire. I am Anakaros, the Rey of these lands.” On that Spanish word, my accent became pronounced before falling back into my normal tones. I typically had a slight Spanish accent to begin with, though when I said Spanish words, there was no doubt of my heritage. “What is it that you are seeking?” Ooc:// Sorry it took me a bit, but here you are. ^^ And I promise he won’t attack her, I just thought it’d give my post an interesting twist. (: Oh, and would you mind spacing between punctuation marks? You know, after commas and periods and the like. It’d make your post easier to read. ^^ Thanks!

[wolfsilver]

I saw a strange wolf come close to me, aggression in his gaze and action. I narrowed my eyes warily before relaxing noticeably at his last reaction. Words started rolling from his muzzle into my train of thoughts,I answered abruptly,my excitement almost cutting him off." I am Cresent,Well met. Im answer to your question, I am looking for a pack." my words,as always were bold,but this wolf didn't seem like a threat.

My eyes were now sparkling with rare happiness, and much excitement, but most of all, anticipation whirled within the silver orbs. I tilted my head then,taking in his strange accent."Where hence are you from stranger?" my words were twisted with my own heritage, A strange mix of unknown language that seemed centuries old. I meant not where he resides, but where he had developed the twist on his tongue that enabled such a tone.

My silver fur danced with the wind as I took in his expression, clearly, I reminded him of someone much hated in his mind. I narrowed my eyes, hoping not to confuse him, I added a quick, bold, comment of my own," I am not who I seem, I am only myself." My eyes started to shift with slight wariness, I started to regret those last words of mine, as I hoped a thousand times I hadn't gone and offended him.

I stood, remembering my manners, I dipped my sleek head in respect. The sharp, almost birdlike motion again betrayed my foreign bloodline. " I am from afar,searching for a pack to serve with all my loyalty and will, I want to be needed." Although I knew I had already told him I was looking for a pack,this seemed important to add.

Such determination burned in my eyes, I was almost surprised it didn't burn a hole in his cool gaze. My claws shifted the soil impatiently, the next moments could change my life for the better or worst, and I knew it. I raised my head, every feature tense and alert with hope and anxiety. Is this my doom? or my dream?...

Word count: 365
Thoughts:Thanks,I will. Sorry for late replay,I was busy this weekend.

[☼ Sunstorm]

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/karos-middle.png] If she had noticed anything of my strange behavior, she displayed no sign of it. Though I wondered if she’d made a mental note of it, there was no way of knowing, and I tried to let it go. There was nothing to be done of it now. I focused in on the obvious differences between her and Seshafi; she was different. Just a totally and completely different wolf. I hoped that pointing out these differences in my head would aid me in keeping my cool. ‘I am Cresent,Well met. Im answer to your question, I am looking for a pack.’ Cresent. It was a well-fitted name, in my opinion, with her silvery fur. I nodded my muzzle slightly, reminding myself that she was just a loner looking for a home. Many had started to come to my pack, seeking refuge in these dangerous times. And what choice had I but to take them in? “Perhaps, then, the Renegade is the pack for you.” We’d decide that for sure soon, but the conversation changed in its course. ‘Where hence are you from stranger?’ These next words that slipped off her tongue startled me; she had changed her style within an instant, and suddenly there was a strange accent that tied itself along with it. I could not place the origin of the accent, but I was still savoring over the sentence itself. I’d never met a soul who spoke in this way. I’d heard of wolves whom you’d want to talk just for the sheer sake of hearing their words, but never I had I truly understood what that meant. Now I knew. After I took the time to process all this, I interpreted the phrase and replied. “I hail from a reservation far east of this island,” I replied, speaking in a more proper way in a small attempt to match her. I assumed, though, that she had caught my own accent and was asking of that. “But I assume you’re referring instead to my Spanish accent, eh?” A ghost of a smile flickered onto my face, but as quick as it had come had it disappeared again. “It is simply the heritage, and growing up among Spanish speaking relatives. I’ve never been to México, unfortunately.” Once again, my words twisted briefly on the word before returning to normal again. ‘I am not who I seem, I am only myself.’ These words were unexpected, but my expression did not change. I just regarded her, letting my face slip into the reserved lines it was used to. Speaking of heritage had brought my true personality out in the slightest, (which, believe you me, was a miracle these days), but we had things to attend to. Once reminded of that, I felt like I was losing that personality I had thought I’d regained, if only for a short moment. I said nothing in response to these words. ‘I am from afar, searching for a pack to serve with all my loyalty and will, I want to be needed.’ She seemed to be filled to the brim with determination, I could tell that through her intense gaze. I knew that this overwhelming determination would be an asset to us Renegade wolves, and so far I’d seen no problem with her attitude. If anything, her words had brought out a long-lost curiousity in me, giving her an advantage. “These being your intents, the Renegade would suit you well, and you would suit us well, seeing as we are in a time of war. You will be needed, there is no doubt about that.” I paused for a second, letting that sink in before continuing. I’d place her either on our hunting team or the border patrol. It was simply a matter of what best fit her skill. “Tell me of your skills, if you will?” I asked her, lowering my haunches. It’d been a while since one of these meet-and-greet had been even remotely decent, and while I was still reveling in the surprise, I was thoroughly enjoying it. It’d been a while since I’d enjoyed anything….Maybe that just meant there was still hope for it. Maybe I shouldn’t give up on it just yet. ooc:// I'm not sure if it's Anakaros' personality waking up inside me or not, but he seems to be taken with Cresent. And not in a lover way, no, far from that. But I can see them being on good terms as far as friendship goes, maybe. Like I said, I dunno if it's her personality or not, but yeah. xD

[wolfsilver]

Perhaps then, The Renegade is the pack for you.
I tilted my head at his words, was this my first piece of luck?
"I shall do my very best." I awaited his next words silently, when they came though, I noted with amusement his attempt to match my formal twist. " Ah, So you have the Spanish heritage. That is hard to find these lone days. Is it not?" I spoke slowly,trying to keep my very strange accent from showing.

“These being your intents, the Renegade would suit you well, and you would suit us well, seeing as we are in a time of war. You will be needed, there is no doubt about that.”
When I finally heard those jewel like words for the first time, I almost melted with relief. Finally, I could devote myself to a side, a pack that needed me... " Thank you..This means a lot to me."
I spoke with emotion, Hoping he wouldn't take me for overly dramatic, as I was not
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Tell me of your skills.

I stood, watching him with some anticipation, " I am a good hunter,but when it comes down to fight or flee, I have found neither speed or stamina avail me. You must think me a coward to run all the time, but it pays better than getting your fur ripped off by a wolf ten times bigger than you. Don't take me wrong though,I can fight. My temper takes care of that." Her eyes flickered, with amusement and sincerity.

I watched the male silently, so far, this was the only wolf I had met that hadn't insulted me on my unusually small stature or burning words. My eyes reflected gratitude, hope, and for the first time in my lonely life, I felt happiness.

Word count: 301
Thoughts: Lots of laughs...I understand. Cresent's personality would probably take him in as a friend also!

[☼ Sunstorm]

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/karos-middle.png] ‘Ah, So you have the Spanish heritage. That is hard to find these lone days. Is it not?’ Was it? I hadn’t thought so, but now that it was brought to my attention, I hadn’t met another who spoke this language that was not somehow related to me. I had a large family, and a good chunk of them retained the skill to speak two languages. Some, those who either did not care for their Spanish lineage or those who had not grown up around it, spoke only English. I knew that a half sister of mine—who had passed very recently—knew only a few words, hardly anything to form a proper sentence. So now that I thought about it, perhaps it was hard to find. “I suppose it is, isn’t it? I’ve a large family, though, so I’m sure you might find more of us wandering about.” I wouldn’t quite advise seeking them out, though. Cesaru’s spawns had grown up with Seshafi brainwashing their innocent minds, so even though they spoke Spanish, they weren’t quite as friendly as I was appearing. But anyway, I’d muse over this later, because, really, this was not the time. When she was, more or less, accepted as a new member, I could see the emotion bubbling through her. It was easy to tell, and while I semi-expected her to giggle with glee or something of the like, she did not. She simply said, ‘Thank you..This means a lot to me.’ while her voice overflowed with the same emotion. I was somewhat used to this, the gratitude of being accepted into a home. Normally it got to me, but it did not seem to reach me today. ’I am a good hunter,but when it comes down to fight or flee, I have found neither speed or stamina avail me. You must think me a coward to run all the time, but it pays better than getting your fur ripped off by a wolf ten times bigger than you. Don't take me wrong though, I can fight. My temper takes care of that.’ She was rather blunt, and while I worried that I would get angry with her for no reason, I was no different in this second than in the last. This frustrated me, the fact that there was no trigger. At least, none that I could find. Anyhow, I easily made my decision as to where she should be placed. There was no debating about it, really. “Just ensure that your temper is not your deciding factor, and you’ll have no problems here. And as for your position, you’d do best as a hunter, I think. It’d be foolish to place you on a job that required constant patrolling, especially in this time of war, so you’ll suit this job just fine.“ Once again a ghost of a smile flashed on my face, and once again it disappeared. I turned, my broad chest facing the way I had come from while my head twisted to look over my shoulder. “Follow me, and we can take the trip to the mountains together?”

[wolfsilver]

Cresent coursed a small twisting crack in the rock with a burnt ebony claw as she waiting silently for new words to come from his lilting tongue. I then raised my head as he spoke,"I have no family." But I smiled, Everybody had left me, In some way or the other... Now I just didn't really care.

I shifted slightly, excitement shone in my gaze as I wondered what position I would be placed in,Whatever this turnout: I would make it a sure one.. When he spoke, I brightened, and it showed. "I will not fail you." I hoped he would see the sincerity and happiness in my gaze, as I also hoped he would not take me to be dramatic or manipulating.As I was neither. My eyes were very clear, I could easily get used to this new feeling..I felt needed.

My tail suddenly twitched, I stared at it in slight confusion, being a loner for pretty much my whole life,I never experienced much happiness, so one could not expect me to know what a tail-wag represented. Worried he might take me for insane,I snapped my attention back to him.

Good thing too, as he was opening his muzzle to speak. I lifted my ears, wondering what was in store for me. After the last vowel rolled off of his tongue, I smiled and said;"You go,I follow." I smiled again, realizing he probably wouldn't understand this expression, as it was from my twisted bloodline, I added;"Proceed." I readied myself for a trek with this wolf that was sure to become my friend. So long ago it seemed, I was walking by the ocean, following the trail of tears...Unable to comprehend even the most deadly of fears... Now I am of a side...A place in this war..Helping a pack ever more...