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Post by Rogue on Dec 29, 2008 17:21:44 GMT 4
The lean, floating figure that was the ghost of Liesk wandered gently along the cliffside, the drifting wind currents sometimes ripping a little of her form away with them into the sky. Her muzzle pointed down to the left as she watched the sea crash against the cold stone rocks below, contemplating a leap down to their level- A leap that would spell death in large white letters for any living wolf- But of course, she was not alive. Her white paws dropped through the coarse seaside grass under her feet, her black-tipped tail frequently was washed away by the wind as she swished it back and forth.
Starting to hum very quietly to herself, Liesk pondered her past, as she was so used to doing now that she had regained her memories. After all, there wasn't much else a ghost could do, except the odd haunting, and as Liesk was hardly more than a shadow to the living, that was out of the question! No, she was only here for a little neutral company, if another would give her it, and a look at the sea. She had always liked it more at the seaside than in a marsh anyway, where the other neutral territory was. Rather too wet for her liking. Not that she would stay here anyway, for she didn't want a pack, not yet, and definatly not a living pack at that.
A sigh escaped her lips as the were momentarily blown away, then reformed. She had not yet gained a true ghost form, and was very susceptable to being blown away by the wind. Especially her darker patches of black for some reason. Just as fluke of her ghosthood. |
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Post by Lizzie on Dec 30, 2008 20:36:02 GMT 4
OOC: Le Gasp, trespasser no. 2 n' 3 O.O
BIC:
Shadow Catcher, the exotically coloured wolf, travelled fair searching for a place to rest her tired and raw paws, worn from many days of travelling, her eyes looked grim with pain and her tails lashing side to side, swaying impatiently for rest. It was time she thought to herself, time to rest. She barely noticed the scent markings of the pack as she trespassed their borders, of the fresh scent of wovles in the dens, all she wanted was to sleep and rest. Her eyes widened as she saw something, it was blown away and reformed with the odd shape of a wolf, barely shaped like a wolf though, her eyes seemed to narrow, was the ghost making fun of her? Hope not.
Lizzie, the only ghost she knew except for that other ghost whatsitsname, stood on top of the dens, territory dens, her ghostly cloak breaking and reforming just as it normally did, her eyes followed the trail of the wind to the ground where she saw a foreignly coloured wolf and next to it a bit, another semi-transparent wolf, her eyes focused on the other wolf, looking at how that wolf also broke away and reformed; just like her. It was peculiar to see another ghost, especially since her last visit had been a while ago, she stood up and jumped down from the to of the dens facing the exotic wolf and the other ghost.
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Post by Rogue on Jan 3, 2009 0:19:53 GMT 4
Liesk's head was turned to the sea as she wandered slowly along, looking forwards occasionally to check her path and correct it to stop herself from falling off the cliffside altogether! Along her back at the next turn she felt a prickle of her back fur as it bristled under watchful eyes, and she stopped, the feeling unusual to her ghostly form. She looked back, seeing her raised, wavering tail and the sea behind, then looked around in a slow semicircle, her bronze eyes scouring the land for the sight of another wolf. She found two, one live, one ghost.
Taking one surprised step backwards at the shock of seeing another ghost, Liesk found hardly any change in the ground below as her foot hovered in midair, only noticing when she extended her leg further and felt no resistance. Now that was perculiar! Stepping back onto land again, Liesk watched the female ghost with extreme interest, having met only one other ghost before, and a rather long time too at that. Her eyes examined the ghost, watching how she formed and reformed again and again, just like herself. And yet very different at the same time... This wolf was much lighter in colour than herself, and her markings seemed to be more distinct than her own. "Maybe it is because she has larger, less markings than I?" Liesk mentally asked herself pondering the question and all the while rather ignoring the more brightly coloured Shadow Catcher. When she had to pick between the living and the ghost now, she knew she would always go for the latter. |
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Post by Rogue on Jan 20, 2009 22:06:05 GMT 4
((Lizzie! Your turn!))
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Post by Agony♥ on Jan 30, 2009 21:06:00 GMT 4
Zadiren was uneasy with so many new wolves around, her hackles bristled lightly as she walked towards them, keeping her head high and her slim body moving at a leiusre pace. Her movments where suttle, smooth and skilled though her young age was a hinderance, glossy black fur rippled with each step. Swishing her tail to the side and tilting an ear towards the three wolves out farther away from her. Orca seemed to busy with their previous guest, had news of his charming nature traveled and brought these three here or was it simply the beckoning of shelter, food, and companion ship. Either way Z couldn't find it in her to turn any of them away and instead held her spot a top a small hill looking out too them with bright violet eyes. There was a shimmer at her ears and paws, the silver colored fur catching the light and reflecting it back out. A small smile creased the she-wolf's lips as she watched a gull fly by over head, it's persistent call as annoying as the nagging feeling of emptyness without her mate with her. Zadie wasn't used to it, the lonely feeling that struck her with a fighting force and beat her down with an iron paw. It was like being pinned by a grizzly out in the snow in the middle of winter, cold and alone and pinned to the ground without anything to do.
With a low growl she shook her head, turning her violet eyes back to the three wolves below, batting away at the force that threatened to keep her down. |
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Post by Lizzie on Mar 11, 2009 11:58:11 GMT 4
Lizzie continued her stare at the ghost*. She cocked her head a bit when she jumped down, why did she jump down? Questions, some are never answered**.
*yes even when she jumped down, yes, she is a freaky stalker
**O.o
Shadow Catcher was startled when she heard another wolf come near, who was it? Was it going to harm her? Her body tensed as the train of thoughts came through her head. Her fur and eyes usually screamed at wolves saying "I'M EVIL ATTACK ME!" She shook her head, remembering the last time something like that happened.
OOC: yes this is short, no time, health assignment >.>.
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