03-09-2010, 05:56 AM
(OOC: sorry if this is a bit too long. I will shorten it next time.)
(704)
Buildings could be enclosing. Vark had felt as if the walls had been closing in around him. He needed to get out. Go away, and walk for a while. He wasn’t sure if he would have been able to do that, before Haku and Conor had accepted him into their community. Before he became a wolf of the Dahlia de Mai. Now that he had somewhere to call home, he found it easier to leave, with the reassurance of a place to go to when he ran out of steam. Vark sighed, and looked around. Thats probably why he ended up here. Vark crested the hill, and sat down on the grass. He had ventured east, across the length of the the lands of the Dahlia de Mai, until the scent of his pack had slowly decreased. Living off the land, Vark had travelled into the area he remembered was called Arachnea’s Revenge. The land was abundant with forest like plant life, green showing through seeing spring was approaching. But Vark was busy studying his paw instead of the scenery.
Dispite his travelling, Vark was still haunted by nightmares. Images of fire, blood and death plagued his mind in the hours of twilight. But last night had been the worst. It had been so vivid, Vark had been shocked to wake and realise it was a dream. In the dream, he had been attacked by the coyotes, he and his mother. Terror had gripped him, and he had fled, but the ground seemed to move beneath his feet, and the coyotes ran all the more faster. His mother had died, right in front of him. But unlike the other dreams, were the coyotes then brutally tore him apart, Vark had turned. And attacked. He had felt such a violent rage, that when he woke, the ground on which he had slept was scored with deep claw marks, and the foliage around had been flattened. But what had been most shocking was the face that looked back at him as he washed himself in a stream. Seemingly overnight, his chest and shoulders had grown to a huge size. He had grown a mane, and his limbs and body was corded with muscle, that rippled like kittens playing beneath a blanket as he moved. He had shifted.
Vark looked up, bringing himself back to the present. His eye sight hadn’t improved, but he found that he was much stronger, and incredibly fast. Vark hadn’t been strong before, but very fast. He had been known for his reflexes and speed. But now……… Just before midday, he had taken a deer. By himself. Before the deer even noticed he had been there. He was insanely quick. After wishing and wishing to find the ability to shift to a different form, he had finally shifted into Secui, or halfling form, in his sleep. And couldn’t change back.
Varks ears flicked up. A howl, a howl for help echoed eerily. Vark raised his head, judging the distance. It had come from a short distance, closer than he would have thought. Vark quickly loped off in the direction of the howl, making sure to keep himself downwind from the location. He would rather that he saw before being seen. The new form was bigger and harder to conceal than his smaller form, but Vark quickly adjusted, belly crawling silently through the undergrowth as he neared the destination of the cry for help. Even before he saw them, the stench confirmed that one was a coyote. Varks hackled rose. Two more scents touched his incredibly delicate nose, confirming the others identity. One was Tokyo Chance, whom Vark hadn’t met face to face yet. The other was her pup, King. Vark had heard of them both, and knew immediately that his fellow pack members were in danger. Vark blood began to boil. A rage and a need for vengeance and blood slowly swallowed him, and his limited vision became completely useless as his eyes clouded over with red. Confident that he was still concealed, both scent wise and visually, he began to creep forward, bunching his new powerful muscles in preparation to give the coyote a face full of claws and fury.
(704)
Buildings could be enclosing. Vark had felt as if the walls had been closing in around him. He needed to get out. Go away, and walk for a while. He wasn’t sure if he would have been able to do that, before Haku and Conor had accepted him into their community. Before he became a wolf of the Dahlia de Mai. Now that he had somewhere to call home, he found it easier to leave, with the reassurance of a place to go to when he ran out of steam. Vark sighed, and looked around. Thats probably why he ended up here. Vark crested the hill, and sat down on the grass. He had ventured east, across the length of the the lands of the Dahlia de Mai, until the scent of his pack had slowly decreased. Living off the land, Vark had travelled into the area he remembered was called Arachnea’s Revenge. The land was abundant with forest like plant life, green showing through seeing spring was approaching. But Vark was busy studying his paw instead of the scenery.
Dispite his travelling, Vark was still haunted by nightmares. Images of fire, blood and death plagued his mind in the hours of twilight. But last night had been the worst. It had been so vivid, Vark had been shocked to wake and realise it was a dream. In the dream, he had been attacked by the coyotes, he and his mother. Terror had gripped him, and he had fled, but the ground seemed to move beneath his feet, and the coyotes ran all the more faster. His mother had died, right in front of him. But unlike the other dreams, were the coyotes then brutally tore him apart, Vark had turned. And attacked. He had felt such a violent rage, that when he woke, the ground on which he had slept was scored with deep claw marks, and the foliage around had been flattened. But what had been most shocking was the face that looked back at him as he washed himself in a stream. Seemingly overnight, his chest and shoulders had grown to a huge size. He had grown a mane, and his limbs and body was corded with muscle, that rippled like kittens playing beneath a blanket as he moved. He had shifted.
Vark looked up, bringing himself back to the present. His eye sight hadn’t improved, but he found that he was much stronger, and incredibly fast. Vark hadn’t been strong before, but very fast. He had been known for his reflexes and speed. But now……… Just before midday, he had taken a deer. By himself. Before the deer even noticed he had been there. He was insanely quick. After wishing and wishing to find the ability to shift to a different form, he had finally shifted into Secui, or halfling form, in his sleep. And couldn’t change back.
Varks ears flicked up. A howl, a howl for help echoed eerily. Vark raised his head, judging the distance. It had come from a short distance, closer than he would have thought. Vark quickly loped off in the direction of the howl, making sure to keep himself downwind from the location. He would rather that he saw before being seen. The new form was bigger and harder to conceal than his smaller form, but Vark quickly adjusted, belly crawling silently through the undergrowth as he neared the destination of the cry for help. Even before he saw them, the stench confirmed that one was a coyote. Varks hackled rose. Two more scents touched his incredibly delicate nose, confirming the others identity. One was Tokyo Chance, whom Vark hadn’t met face to face yet. The other was her pup, King. Vark had heard of them both, and knew immediately that his fellow pack members were in danger. Vark blood began to boil. A rage and a need for vengeance and blood slowly swallowed him, and his limited vision became completely useless as his eyes clouded over with red. Confident that he was still concealed, both scent wise and visually, he began to creep forward, bunching his new powerful muscles in preparation to give the coyote a face full of claws and fury.