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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 7, 2006 8:01:11 GMT -5
OOC: As requested by Epesi, here is a spin-off for the Storm-stalkers.
BIC: Far, far away- on Ellesmere Island- stand two Storm-stalkers, not a muscles twitching as the wind makes their long snowy pelts undulate. "Merakstar, it does not look well," finally announces the male. His pelt is unusual for a Storm-stalker, for while he has no chest-mark, a band of silver streaks from his brows, down his neck and halts at the shoudler; only to coloring his black-tipped tail.
The female, Merakstar, the Matriarch of the Tribe, is silent for a few moments. "What did you say, Equuleus?" finally asks she of the silver paws and black chest.
"Merakstar, my sister, listen to me- I feel that something bad is coming," whispers Equuleus. "Last night I dreamed of Tekkeitsertok. He said to beware the one named Tazer."
"Well," asks Merakstar, smiling at her full-brother. "Have you ever heard of anybody with such a name?"
"N-no. But still I-"
"Then why worry? Honestly, Equuleus, you're always so eager to find something to fight!"
"And there's more," continues the male, ears swept back. "He mentioned something about a Denahi who's-"
"That's enough!" snarls Merakstar, eyes flashing. Gathering the scattered restrains her temper, she says in a much calmer tone, "Tell me later, okay? We have to hunt now. Come on."
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Post by Night Bear on Mar 8, 2006 15:02:47 GMT -5
OOC: Are we starting all over again?
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 8, 2006 21:01:29 GMT -5
OOC: No, I just want to get all the Storm-stalker's posts here.
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Post by Night Bear on Mar 8, 2006 21:06:35 GMT -5
OOC: Ah, okay.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 8, 2006 21:25:45 GMT -5
Posted by: [glow=blue,2,300]Night Bear[/glow]
"And then a black bear will come to his aide." Said a spooky female voice. It belonged to BlackStar, secret leader of the secret rebel group planning on otherthrowing the alpha female, Marekstar. BlackStar was sitting now with a small group of cubs whom she was astonishing with her story-telling.
She rose one paw in the air to emphasize her words. "Then so shall a powerful feral alimon whom he raised on his own. They shall aide the Holy One and let him bring freedom to all wolverines!"
The group of cubs ooed and awed. "Then what? Then what?" They asked eagerly. They were nearly hopping up and down with excitement.
BlackStar smiled. "Then a giant thunderbird shall assist them." She rose both paws in the air and declared, "They shall take down the bears and wolves, and wolverines will take their rightful place as rulers of the world!"
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 8, 2006 21:26:40 GMT -5
Posted by: [glow=red,2,300]EbonyPatriot[/glow]
Equuleus flattens his black-tipped ears as he scans the icy island, silently begging Tekkeitsertok why o why did Merakstar have to be in charge? Great Father knows how stubbornly, even violently, she reacted to slightest suggestion that he ordered world might be shaken?
The male Storm-stalker glanced across the Tribe. No one could deny the countless benefits that the pacifist way of Storm-stalker had borne- the easy, gentlelife had enabled them to swell to their current size; their pelts, which every true Storm-stalker knew had been a gift of Tekkeitsertok to reflect their pure hearts, blended so perfectly into the albino landscape. And on top of that, they had long made a pact with the Arctic Wolves; yes, it was a great life, one that Equuleus would defned with all of his warmonger personality.
His lips writhed back as he saw BlackStar evidentally telling the kits a tale- curse her and her superior story-telling talents! His blood boiled with rage- for above all, he loved kits; this despite the bitterly resented fact that he had no mate. "Look!" hissed Equuleus.
Merakstar blinked warmly at BlackStar. "Oh, look, how sweet! She's telling them a story- I've never known her to have any interest for youngsters." (Merakstar was proud of BlackStar, for the latter shared not only the colored paws of the former but also the word 'star' in her name).
Equuleus glared at his sister; his knowledge of her idiotic pride would drive him to rip out his fur if only he had opposable thumbs. One thing the Storm-stalker prided himself on was being able to read other's eyes- and he despised what he saw in BlackStar's, as well as some others', gaze. They held malice, restlessness...in short, rebellion. He feared the black-pawed one- feared how she was as large as he, large enough to slaughter Merakstar. Thus, he kept close to her hide, protecting her.
"Come on!" growls Equuleus, galloping down the slope. "Good twilight, BlackStar," he called out as he approached stiff-legged, Merakstar trotting at his side.
One of the kits detahced itself from the group and scuttled to the siblings eagerly, for this was their youngest sister, the last born before their parents' death, Menkib. Menkib leapt at her older kin, her shoulder blades blazing with silver (the only non-white path on her, excluding her tail and ear tips). "Starry! Equ!" she piped. "BlackStar was just telling us a great story about a Wolverine!"
"Is that so?" snarls Equuleus quietly, glaring at BlackStar.
"Oh, you mean the one of how the Storm-stalker came to be?" asks Merakstar.
Menkib pauses. What had the story been about? She hadn't really been paying attentiion. Oh well. "Yeah, that's it!"
"Oh then you should let Equuleus do it! Wait until you hear his voice impressions!" At once Menkib turns to her brother, eyes a-glow.
"Sure, I'll tell you," says Equuleus, his eyes boring into BlackStar's. "Unless you object, BlackStar."
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 8, 2006 21:27:27 GMT -5
Posted by: [glow=blue,2,300]Night Bear[/glow]
BlackStar felt a bit frustrated when her story-telling was interrupted by Marekstar and Equules. She sighed and stopped talking. She figured she better wait and see just what they wanted with her. She twitched her ear a little when she saw how Equules was looking at her. She couldn't help but give a small smile of satisfaction. She knew that Equules could probably see the darkness within, and yet Marekstar being how she is, she was in no danger of being caught.
"Unless you object, BlackStar."
When she heard Equules say that, she snapped back to reality. "Hmm? Oh no. Go right ahead." She faked a smile and raised a black-furred paw in a somewhat apologetic manner. Deep inside however, she was angry that Equules and Marekstar interrupted her story-telling. BlackStar knew about Tazer, though only from rumors she heard from some birds that traveled from their island to the place where Tazer lived. She wasn't sure herself if Tazer was real or not, but he was an inspiration to her.
She then turned to Marekstar. "What's bothering your brother today, Marekstar?" She asked as calmly as she could, faking a concerned look. "He looks like he woke up from a nightmare or something." Now she knew she was exaggerating, but she knew no other way to word it.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 8, 2006 21:28:30 GMT -5
Posted by: [glow=red,2,300]EbonyPatriot[/glow]
The snowy hairs upon Equuleus's spine splintered skywards. Why can't his moron of a sister see how dangerous BlackStar, see how ambition smolders within her gaze? She and her followers should be slaughtered!
"What's bothering your brother, Merakstar?" asks BlackStar. "He looks like he woke up fom a nightmare."
Merakstar sighs; her foamy shoulders rear. The last thing she wants to share with this liked Storm-stalker is her sibling's dream- claiming to have a vision of Tekkeitsertok himself! "Oh, you know how he is. He thinks his dreams are real..."
"Come on! Let's hear the story!" shouts Menkib, provoking the kits to jump up and down.
Inhaling deeply, Equuleus settles down on his haunches. "All right, I'll tell the tale." He clears his throat.
"Long long ago, so long I do not know when, there came to the great Ellesmere Island the first two Wolverines, a brother and sister. Both were dark, very dark- for in those days our Gulo gulo brethren did not bear the golden stripes they do today. The male was Xotol, his heart was darker than his pelt. The female, Matoaka, bore upon her chest a patch of snow that contrasted greatly with her pelt- a pelt that, somehow, was even darker-hued than Xotol's.
"So it was that brother and sister were roaming the island when he discovered a young golden grizzly bear with its paws frozen in ice, moaning with pain; the whites of his eyes gleamed with terror. The two halted, for even then Grizzly Bears were rare on Ellesmere.
" 'Let's kill it,' snarled the male, Xotol, red-reimmed dark eyes gleaming." For Xotol, he gave a gruff, rugged accent that would today be recgonized as German.
Now he gaze a high pitched, somewhat squeaky voice for the female. " 'No!' exclaimed Matoaka. 'We just dragged gown that Musk Oxen.'
" 'So we won't eat it,' snorted Xotol. 'It will be funl; and it will be revenge. Don't you remember how a Grizzly Bear killed our mates?'
"Matoaka winced with pain; for just four months their families had indeed suffered the fate of Xotol's description. She shook himself, however, and said. 'Thou speak the truth, my brother; but that was not this Bear. Why should all suffer for the sins of one?' Saying that, Matoaka strode forward and, with her teeth, shattered the ice that imprisoned the bruin.
"The Grizzly Bear reared up; suddenly, however, his form melted away leaving none other than Tekkeitsertok himself."
"Tekkeitsertok," whispers the kits.
"Yes, Tekkeitsertok, Chief of all Ungulates, the messenger of the Great Father Himself," nods Equuleus. "With the form of the White-Tailed Deer, the antlers of the Caribou, mane of the Wapiti, the strength of the Buffalo, the size of the Moose, his prongs as sharp of the Musk Ox's horns, the chest marks and speed of a Pronghorn, the tail of a Mule Deer; all this with the goldenest fur and largest antlers you've ever seen.
"Tekkeitsertok bowed to Matoaka, his ice-blue walleyes glowing. 'Hail, Matoaka, mother of all Storm-stalkers!'
" 'What?' gasped Matoaka, her legs quivering.
" 'Storm-stalkers. For from thy blood, by thy noble action in freeing me, shall arise the mightiest of Weasals, the Storm-stalker. As long as thy heart remains pure, so shall thy be snowy. By the Great Father, be a Storm-stalker!'
"Golden lights blazed around her, paling her pelt to white, leaving a gray-and-black mark on her chest and tips to her ears and tail. Seeing what had happened, Matoaka declared, 'From this day forward, my kind shall live in peace, taking only what we require to live.'" (Gone now was the squeak from Equuleus's impression of Matoaka).
" 'Aye and I say to you: with each year of peace thy kind shall be larger until no enemy threatens. The Arctic Wolf shall be thy ally. But,' warned Tekkeitsertok. 'Beware. Should thy hearts grow black, so shall thy pelts. And this barren land, a ebon coat is death.'
"Matoaka's joy evaporated. 'But what about my brother?'
" 'Well,' said Tekkeitsertok, starring at the sulking Xotol. 'Xotol, by the mercy of thy sister, I grant thee two stripes of my golden fur; what's more, since you lust for fights, I shall give thy kind the courage and strength to back thee up.'
" 'Thank you, Tekkeitsertok,' said Xotol. Bowing his head to Matoaka, he turned and left for the Southren Land.
"Thus, more Storm-stalker and Wolverines were created; and the two species have flourished- and flourished apart, for now we share not a drop of blood with them. They can become kin only by marriage.
"And as you see, our kind has succeeded even better. What's more, Tekkeitsertok himself still roams, protecting the Pawed as well as the Hoofed. Perhaps you shall meet him one day." Equuleus falls silent and streches. "Well, kits, what did you think?"
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 8, 2006 21:29:08 GMT -5
Posted by: [glow=blue,2,300]Night Bear[/glow]
BlackStar only pretended to listen to the story being told, faking a smile, pretended to be happy. But deep inside, she was infruriated. She despised the story so much it wasn't even funny! BlackStar looked at Marekstar, a flash of malice appearing for only a second, then she softened her eyes quickly.
"Dreams?" She asked after the storytelling was done. "What dream did he have this time?"
As the storm-stalker waited for the alpha female to reply, she was in deep thought. She almost considered attacking right now and here. But if she did, there'd be too many witnesses. And the alpha's brother was close by. She rolled her eyes quickly, rather annoyed that she couldn't take this golden opportunity to take down the leader. But she had to stick to stealth. Attack too soon and her plans would be ruined and her purpose would be ruined.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 8, 2006 21:31:16 GMT -5
Posted by: [glow=red,2,300]EbonyPatriot[/glow]
"My dreams are none of your business!" barks Equuleus, grateful that this time, at least, the wind carried her voice to him. His muscles grew taunt once more. "And what's more, BlackStar, I saw your eyes- what was wrong with my tale?"
Merakstar blinks and turns to BlackStar, a glimmer of suspicion- the first step away from her asinine trust in this black-hearted one- glowing in her gaze. For the Tale of Tekkeitsertok was the most beloved of all Storm-stalkers's many stories; and should BlackStar break the tradition... "Yes, BlackStar, why did my brother see that?"
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 8, 2006 21:33:11 GMT -5
Posted by: [glow=blue,2,300]Night Bear[/glow]
BlackStar almost felt her heart skip a beat. She couldn't blow her cover, at least not yet. She had to come up with an excuse, any excuse. She wouldn't expect to make Marekstar completely trust her, but she had to at least make sure Marekstar wasn't suspicious of her not liking the story.
She gave Marekstar a sideways glance, and simply smiled, not an evil smile, but the most genuine-looking smile she could muster.
"There was nothing wrong with your tale, Equules. I was just feeling a little jealous of your imitation ability." She lowered her head. "And now I should go. There was something I wanted to do." She turned and walked off, but not before saying goodbye to the alpha female and her brother, and of course the kits.
When she was out of sight, she let out a sigh of relief. "They almost caught me..." She whispered inaudibly. "I need to be more careful..."
BlackStar wandered across the forest, looking for a particular location. It was well hidden, among the cliffs and rocks. In between them lay an opening large enough for her to squeeze through. She got inside, and wandered deep into the cave until she came to a large widening, turning into a room.
It wasn't very large, but she didn't keep a lot of large stuff in it. She kept a lot of bags with potions, and she kept herbs and animal parts that she would blend together to create a magical spell. She was short four bags, but she had given those to a rather dark and mysterious bear named Kujo. Kujo had taken interest in the spells, and she gave a couple to him. She liked that bear, and wondered if he'd come back.
"I need one of these...." She reached forward and grabbed a golden bag. It contained a lethal poison. She felt this urge to silence Equules, but instead of killing him, she could make him suffer. She reached over and grabbed a fresh fish she had caught by the river earlier and slashed a few openings in the fish. She sprinkled a little poison in each gash, but only enough total to make Equules sick, but not enough to actually kill him.
The only reason she wasn't going to kill him was her real target was Marekstar. She wanted to save all the 'fun' stuff for her....
"This should do." BlackStar picked up the fish, and carried it outside. She looked around, making sure she wasn't spotted. She walked a couple miles away from the cave. She arrived at a river. Holding the gashes tightly to keep the poison in, she dipped the fish in the water and placed it on the ground, her scent washed away with the river. She then covered the fish in soil and soot. She then began to walk back towards where the pack was, a little slowly. She could only hope that Equules was thirsty and would happen to sniff out the fish...
BlackStar finally reached where the pack was. She regulated her pace, as if everything was normal with her, or what they think was normal for her. She carefully looked around, seeing if the alpha female was nearby, along with her brother. They were probably where the kits were, she thought. She thought of going back in that direction, but after what happened earlier, she decided against it. Equules would probably question her on where she had gone, and she wouldn't doubt Marektstar would wonder as well.
"I can only hope that Night Bear will use those potions I gave him wisely." She whispered. She stopped by a tree that was several feet from where she had last seen Marektstar and Equules. Feeling a little sleepy, BlackStar curled up against it and laid down.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 8, 2006 21:33:52 GMT -5
Posted by: [glow=red,2,300]EbonyPatriot[/glow]
"Oh see, Equuleus?" sooths Merakstar, watching BlackStar slink off. "It was just-"
"YOU FOOL!!!" screeched Equuleus, clawing at the frozen earth. "YOU HONESTLY BELIEVED THAT LIE?!? SHE'S HIDING SOMETHING!!! LOOK AT HER!!! WE SHOULD KILL HER!" Menkib cowers down, glancing over her shoulder with the silent statement over, Fun's over. Clearly agreeing with her, the kits scuttled back to the Tribe Den.
"Have you forgotten the Tale of Tekkeitsertok?" barks Merakstar.
The most precious of all the Storm-stalker stories enables Equuleus to recapture his temper. Forcing his hackles to flatten, he states, "No, but Tekkeitsertok himself told me to beware the one named Tazer."
Oy, that stupid dream of his again. Still, Merakstar muses. Perhaps she should humor him.
"He said it would be a Daughter of Matoaka who would alley with him- but in the end, it would have been better for her not to be born, for she will arise Xotol's wrath. And there's more," continued Equuleus.
"My but Tekkeitsertok was in a chatty mood," snickers Merakstar- she wasn't going to humor him that much.
"Shut up. Tekkeitsertok said: 'Heed Reynard's foes: The Black-furred Boar Bruin and the One with the Wolf's name; beware the ones Reynard never knew: Nektoralik's Blitz, and Kapvik, the Protector.' "
"And there was a Denahi too?" asks Merakstar.
"Yes. He's missing and we have to help Kenai find him," finishes a frowning Equuleus; for he has seen the same meotion her gaze bore when Menkib was telling wild tales about birds whose wings produced thunder. His aquamarine eyes evaporate into frustrated slits.
"Oh, Equuleus, stop it! Tekkeitsertok would not be speaking to you and you know it." With that, she turns a strides away, a grumbling brother in her path.
Upon reaching the highest glacier, Merakstar calls the attention of the Tribe below and then steps back, letting Equuleus forward. Bitter wind whipping his long pelt, Equuleus points his muzzle at the blackened sky at calls out, "My Tribe, once more we must quest for food. Tekkeitsertok, Leader of All Beasts Hoofed and Pawed, Servant of the Great Father, we ask for thy help, to take what we need from thy Ungulates- but no more. Help now in our hunt." Hearing the Tribes' cheers, the Storm-stalkers adds, before his sister can stop him, "And Tekkeitsertok, I ask thou now- come, and save us from the wickedness of the rogues."
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 8, 2006 21:34:47 GMT -5
Posted by: [glow=blue,2,300]Night Bear[/glow]
BlackStar awoke suddenly when a powerful cold wind hit her face. She jumped to her feet and looked around. She was still near the snow -filled cave where she had gathered the potions, and the fish was still under the snow. "Man what a dream..." In her sleep she dreamt of doing the same thing except the land was covered in trees and the soil could be seen. She laughed to herself. "Trees, in these parts, yeah right..."
BlackStar laid back down, on her side, and took a deep breath. She felt like drifting off to sleep again, but though what of Marekstar's brother showed up while she slept and killed her? No, she must stay awake. The wind beat hard against her face, and she suddenly realized she was a little hungry. Groaning, she hoisted herself up, and started walking. A few minutes of walking, and she heard a familiar voice shouting at her.
"Hey! Hey you!"
BlackStar turned her head, and could make out the shape of a half black, half white stormstalker racing towards her. "Ah, Pierro! Nice to see you." She said as-a-matter-of-factly. "Have you been caught?"
Pierro, stopping in his tracks a few feet away, narrowed his ice blue eyes. "Sister, if I have been caught, would I be still standing here?" He supressed a chuckle.
BlackStar couldn't help but smile as well. "No, I suppose not." She walked towards her brother. "I need to ask you a favor." Pierro tilted his head. "Do you or your friend have any fish I could eat? I haven't eaten in a while."
Pierro nodded. "Well of course. Come along."
The two stormstalkers walked off further away from the cave to where Pierro and another stormstalker have been living. They both have been bitter since their exiles years ago. With her black fur present on her paws, BlackStar knew it was just a matter of time before it would be her turn.
Pierro looked at his sister. "So, how things going?"
"Plan is working good so far." BlackStar said, smiling. "I've planted a poisoned fish for Equuleus. That'll put him out of the way, and I'll take down Marekstar."
Pierro smiled, and closed his eyes. "You know, you shouldn't get too cocky. Your plan just might backfire on you."
BlackStar glared. "I know. I know. I'm taking the necessary precautions." She looked behind her for a second and walked on. "The sooner we get the plan in motion, the better. Some have already started suspecting me."
"Maybe it's because I'm your brother?"
"Could be." BlackStar laughed.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 8, 2006 21:36:26 GMT -5
Posted by: [glow=red,2,300]EbonyPatriot[/glow]
Equuleus and Merakstar trot across the lichen-strewn land closely followed by eleven hunters. The second-in-command suddenly froze, head alert. There stood a wolf pack, snarling over the carcass of Musk Oxen. This was good- for now the herd should be expecting no danger...if only Equuleus could find them... Aha! There, not twenty feet away!
Equuleus lopped towards them, frisking his black-tipped silver tail from side to side. Sighting him, the snorting beast gathering in a ring, curving horns facing the Storm-stalker, their young safe behind. Behind them the rest of the hunters crept closer, snarling at the beasts.
The Musk Oxen lose their head and bolt. Spotting a giant cow with an injured leg, Equuleus motioned to their victims and charged, the others behind them. The cow's breath wheezes in her lungs, her heart aches. Oh, if only it would all end...
"Lutèce," whispers a voice.
The Musk Oxen whirls and gasps at the sight of the golden spirit. "Tekkeitsertok! Oh great Tekkeitsertok, I..."
"Hush," sooths Tekkeitsertok. "Are you ready to join the spirits with me now, Lutèce?"
The gasping cow nods, unaware that the Storm-stalkers are now slashing her legs. "Oh yes yes, Tekkeitsertok! Please- when may we go?"
"Now," replies the Spirit, scooping up her with her antlers, taking her higher and higher into the heavens, her dead mate and loved ones coming into view. So great is her uncontrollable joy that Lutèce sobs, so great is her joy that she fails to realize that she has left her crumpled body behind.
Equuleus stands triumphantly on Lutèce's carcass, his snowy soaked with blood. "Come, we must take this back, then we may clean our pelts. With Merakstar at his side, the hunter start dragging the heavy corpse back to the Gathering of the Tribe, unaware that they were fast appraoching BlackStar's trap.
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"Please stop!" sobs a voice in the land of Ellesmere. Equuleus whirls to find a petite Peary's Caribou loping down to them. "Oh please, Equuleus," the snowy hind repeats, lowing her head until the Storm-stalker can see the inch-long band of fur on her muzzle that the ice has shaved off. "Please, please...won't you eat me?"
"Eat you?" gasps Merakstar. "You actually want us to eat you?"
"Oh yes!" exclaims the Peary's Caribou, rubbing a leg against a watery eye. "Please...please..."
"This has to be a trick..." growls the second-in-command.
"No no no. My name is Île," says the hind, as if that would explain things. "My insides are just-just squirming with parasites. They-they hurt so much..."
"Well...we don't have any need of food right now..." says Merakstar uncomfortably- for she knows full well what torture it is to live such as the Peary's Caribou must be.
"We'll send you to the Spirits," interrupts Equuleus, approaching her. Île stands with lowered head, waiting.
"Île, Île, come," whispers a voice. The Peary’s Caribou's head jolts up. A golden Stag stands at her side, ice-blue wall-eyes a-glow with compassion. Île gawks at him, unaware that the Storm-Stalkers are making her body bellow in pain. "Come," repeats the Stag; and Île gladly leaves her body to the predators and follows Tekkeitsertok to eternity.
"Well," pants Equuleus, his mind darting for ideas on how to get Île back. “I guess we’ll have to leave her and get the rest of the Tribe. First, let’s wash this blood off.” The others nodded and charged to icy water of the fjord, for if the blood dries it will form a black mask that will take literary days to wash off.
“Look!” calls Merakstar after the hunters have purged their pelts. “A fish! An Arctic Char!”
Equuleus stalks over, legs stiff with suspicion. Squinting down, he is quick to note the slits in the belly. “Do you want me to split it with you?” asks his sister eagerly.
“NO!!!” With one swipe of his hard yellow-nailed paw, Equuleus flings the Char into the air, its silver body enveloped by water. Spotting it, an Arctic Tern snatches it. Only instants after the fish slurps down its gullet, the Tern drops dead (for, you see, Terns cannot stand even the slightest bit of dark magic). “SEE!” screeches Equuleus, slashing down the minute Arctic willows. “SEE!!! BLACKSTAR TRIED TO MURDER US! MURDER! MURDER!!!”
The Storm-stalker whirls. “Five of you stay here! The other three, come with us!” With that, Equuleus and Merakstar gallop off.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 8, 2006 21:38:25 GMT -5
Posted by: [glow=blue,2,300]Night Bear[/glow]
Inside a cave that was in the pathway that Pierro and BlackStar were taking, a large black figure lay sprawled along one of the platforms suspended off the ground. The only movement seen was a twitching now and then and the figure's chest rising up and down slowly.
“SEE!!! BLACKSTAR TRIED TO MURDER US! MURDER! MURDER!!!”
The shout had rang for miles and the sound waves found themselves in the figure's cave, and they bounced off the walls, magnifying the sound at first, then it faded into nothingness. But it was loud enough to wake the figure. "Wha...?" He murmured. He caught the last echo, and recognized the name that was spoken. "Hmm...BlackStar... Whatever she planned.... " He crawled onto his stomach, and raised his head off the ground. He could hear low winds howling outside his cave entrance. "...it must have failed..." His eyes narrowed.
"No matter. It's not like Equuleus can actually *prove* BlackStar did it. She's still got time for another chance, I suppose." Midnight, the name of the black creature, a storm-stalker, spoke. He was entirely black, not a speck of white left on him. He laid his head back down, and continued to sleep.
BlackStar and Pierro-
Midnight was not the only one who had heard the echo. BlackStar's ears perked up at the sound of the voice, and growled, not caring how far away they were. "Drat! Equuleus is smarter than I thought!"
Pierro chuckled. "Why does it not surprise me?" He stared at his little sister. "After all, you should no better than to pick the most suspicious ones first." He raised an eyebrow. "Don't you know that only gets you into more trouble?"
"Oh nevermind it!" BlackStar looked behind her cautiously. "Come, let us bolt to Midnight's hideout, before they find us."
"But what of our tracks?" The half black/half white stormstalker pointed to the snow, imprinted by their footprints. "They're really nice, don't you think?" He smiled inwardly.
"The wind will cover them! Let's go!"
Without a moment's hesitation, they raced across the arctic patch of land towards Midnight's cave to hide.
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