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Cleopatra stood completly and eerily still. Her front paws rest on the top os a rock, while her haunches were streached far back. This caused her cest to extend in a proud, queenly way. The setting sun to her left cast a gorgeous array of colors. The oranges, pinks, and yellows blended with her gray fur, giving her the appearance of a watercolor.
However, her right side was cast in the shadow, causing her light fur to contrast greatly and give her the apearance of a ghost. Her startling green eyes stared at the forest beneath her, though they did not seem to focus. Instead, they were seeing the past...
Cleopatra's father stood infront of her, his towering height looming over the young lepress. She looked up at her father with adoring eyes as the sun set behind him, its rays casting a halo of light around him. Beneath his paw, a live and frightened rabbit lay frozed. Its frantic heartbeat was audible even to the young Cleopatra.
"My darling Cleo," Her fathers voice said in a rich simphony of words, "this is one of the many lessons you must learn, and that I will teach you. Everything is beneath us. We are preditors, and must act as such. Now, show me you know how to me a preditor." He released the rabbit.
Cleopatra's eyes focused on the forest beneath her. That had been her first kill, her first taste of warm blood. That had been the first time she had killed. And it hadn't and wouldn't be the last. Her lips curled in a silent snarl, disdane and hatred rippling over her features. "You live your lives in that forest, obliveos to the pain here. You presecuted and exiled my family, leaving them with no defense. I will show you the pain we have felt, I will teach you how wrong you are. You are nothing but worthless sacks of fleash.
Cleopatra took a breath, her rib cage expanding to accomedate the new intake of air. She roared, the sound reverberating off the mountain with vicous force. The angry call was music to Cleopatra's ears, the muisic of her soul.
I will kill every last one of you.
I remember those days...
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The days when life was so simple. My little sister and I were free to live happily, to play, to grow up at our own pace. We agreed that it would be nicer to never grow up, to just stay happy and care free and live happily together like we had been. That, of course, was before that clan meeting.
I remember being woken up in the dead of night, Luna was beside me, sleeping and not stirring. I wanted to wake her, but they told me not to. Then, everything happened so quickly..
Now I'm future Alpha, and everyone expects so much of me. Luna has been taken to another camp for a while with another family clan. They say she needs to learn to defend herself, being an Alpha's child. My Father is the current Alpha Male, and his bloodline traces directly to Tala. He wants to make sure that both his daughters are well taken care of, and prepared.
I understand..but...
I don't know if I can do this.
Cleopatra stood a moment longer as the wind tugged greedily at her fur. If she ever wanted to acheive her goals, she'd need an army, and a big one at that. Turning, she jumped down from her outlook and began to pick a path through the jagged rocks across the mountain. Some of the wolven decendants from Volkov's side also lived here along with some big cats. They would be the easiest to corrupt, since they lived in the same harsh envronment she did and had the same bloodlust mentality.
As she approached, her ears pricked for danger. These wolves were hostile at best, but, knowing they were outstanding fighters, it was well worth the risk. Living in a mountain made them tougher, more resiliant than forrest wolves, even though they tended to be a smaller breed.
Cleopatra growled, stopping the middle of the path when she heard the clatter of stones falling caused only by someone moving."I know your there. Show yourself."
The sun was starting to set. Mona waited in her own secret place for nightfall, and the music that followed without fail at the end of each day. As she lay on the soft forest ground, the moon in her eyes, she listened as the howling began with a song rising from the far east. A reply, long and soulful, answered back, beckoning to the other. Mona fell into the sound, her eyes locked in a straight stare..
"Mona, Mona! Come sing with us!" Luna's little voice was full of an unmistakable, exuberant joy. As the young silvery she-wolf tugged at her older sister, Mona could hardly look into her eyes. "Luna.." the sound of the name caused tears to well up in Mona's own eyes "Promise me--"
Luna had been wrestling with her sister, playfully and to no avail, but ceased as a single, sparkling tear fell from Mona's face. "Big Sister? What's wrong..?" Mona turned her head away. She bit at her lip. She felt so weak in that moment. She knew she had to be strong..strong for the pack, and for whatever the future may bring; right now, though, she only wanted to be strong for her sister.Â
Turning to Luna, Mona gave her a big, kind smile, reaching from ear to ear. "Luna, I want you to promise me that  you will always stay as sweet as you are. Can you do that for me, Little Sister?" Luna's big eyes were sparkling, twinkling like the stars. She had the most beautiful big eyes, eyes that always betrayed her true feelings. Mona could never deny them; how she loved that sweet little Luna..But now, she noticed tears filling them up, about to spill over..
"Lu--Luna.." Mona uttered softly, taken off guard by those tears.
Without warning, she was knocked to the ground. Luna and Mona both laughed as they wrestled a bit, like they always did. Mona rested her head on Luna's, closing her eyes as another tear fell. "I'll always be right here, Big sister." Luna replied.Â
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Mona felt the warmth of her tears as they now freely flowed down her face.Why was it that the song that once filled her with joy, now left her so lonely? Â As the song continued, more voices joined in. Mixed feelings rose within her now, as Mona choked on her desire to lend her voice in harmony. Somehow, she couldn't make a sound..Â
She knew that soon she would be interpreting these sounds as warning signs..as soulless threats rather than the joyous symphanies she once knew.Â
Cleopatra stood comletly still, her statue like form unmoving except for her eyes. From a twist in the path infront of her came a low growling, and a large grey wolf came around the bend. He stopped, stairing down Cleopatra with pure malace. "Your in our territory cat."Â He spat out the last word as if it was a curse.
Cleopatra flexed her ears. "Yes, I am. I've come to talk to your clan, or tribe, or pack... whatever it is you call yourselves now a day.
The wolf snarled. "And why do you want to speak to the clan?"
"To eat your children and torture your elderly."
The wolf laughed, some of the tension defusing from the air. Cleopatra kept a straight face, this was how the wolves here lived. Crude. The wolf shook himself, his laughter dying. "Now really, why are you here leopard?"
Cleoptra lowered her head, her eyes dazzling with malace. She gave a cheshire grin from ear to ear. "I've come with a propostion."
As more wolves began to join into the howling, Mona suddenly felt lonlier than she could bare. Getting up from where she lay, dried maple leaves fell from her soft, somewhat dishevled, coal black coat. During the day, she looked like a mere shadow passing through wherever she went, and she was just nearly as quiet. But at night, she would be able to pass through unseen, and almost undetected..
Her yellow eyes, glowing like orbs in the dark, gave her away. They scanned familiarly over the rough trail on which she traveled, as she stepped over large tangled tree roots. She was heading towards home again, her heart heavy in her chest as she came upon a row of bushes that hid her den area. She remembered the days she used to play around them with Luna. Sighing, she pushed her way through them and came to a clearing.
Half her pack had been away; hunting, patrolling, it was always the same. Trotting onto her pack grounds, she caught the attention of one of the elder wolves. Jaron, the wise old wolf who had often treated her kindly, smiled at her as she approached. His long, gray eyebrows rose as he grinned.
"Back from our little journey, are we?" The kindly wolf started, with a voice as soft as silk.
Mona returned the affectionate smile. As depressed as she was, she couldn't help but melt in his presence. He was a father to her, more so than her own. Â
"Yes...I was just--" She started, but was cut off by Jaron's shaking of his head.
"No need to explain." He stated simply, as if he knew exactly what she was feeling.
Mona smiled kindly. She felt like a child whenever she was around him, but one that knew that they were well looked after.
"Well, I think I'll turn in for the night." She said, her ears flattening, feeling a little bit more reserved suddenly. Â Jaron took a step closer, a disappointed look on his face, but Mona shook her head at him as if she knew what he was going to ask. Respecting her decision, Jaron let her pass, giving her an understanding nod.
Mona continued towards her own den, tail slightly tucked as she looked over her shoulder towards Jaron. He had been leaving for something, and she knew what. But just as much as she wanted to..she couldn't bring herself to make another visit..
it would just mean having to say goodbye to her again.
Mona's eyes flickered towards Fish Feather as she caught his eye. He had been one of the first of the party of wolves that left earlier to return. He was limping, which should have given Mona Lisa reason to fear, but she knew his relationship with his brother was a rough one. She looked at the floor under her paws, and clawed at the ground slightly as she talked herself into going over to him. She would have felt bad not asking what happened.
Walking over slowly, her tail dragging, she lifted her head slightly to look at him as she approached. She wasn't very good at talking to him, since she never really had a real conversation with the wolf before. Pawing at the ground, she fished around for words to say. As the silence became more and more awkward, she lifted her eyes from the lounging wolf to the stars above.
"..nice night tonight.." she started.Mona Lisa watched as Snow Hare approached. The small thing was tough for it's size, but curled up in Fish Feather's arms she looked so helpless. Now, listening to Fish Feather laying down his problems for her, she suddenly felt a great responsibility weighing heavier on her shoulders. Issues between brothers were going to be some of the conflicts she would have to address as alpha.
Her heart leapt in her chest as Fish Feather looked at her, a tinge of guilt in his eyes. Her own golden yellow eyes, glowing against her dark coat, filled with anxiety. She quickly dropped the timid approach and sat down on her haunches, curling her plush black tail around her paws. She narrowed her eyes now, as she looked back at Fish Feather.
"You know, I'm not very good at this, Fish Feather.." she started finally, her soft, youthful voice shaking a bit as she nearly whispered these words. "I really wish I could help, but I just don't know why anyone would want to listen to anything I have to say..I'm not like her." She finished, dpping her head in shame. When she thought about Tala, she thought of a brave, strong, independent leader who was wise beyond her years.
"Fish Feather, I'm sorry, I just--"
A long, blood curdling howl shot through the air sudenly. Mona immediately stood up, her tail lifted in alarm, and her ears turned out as she became alert to the sudden cry. It was not one of anguish, it was not welcoming...it was a cry of savagery. Mona did not recognize the call as one from her own pack, and suddenly she felt a knot in her stomach as the thought of Jaron came to her mind
No one has forgotten the trauma of harrowing Winter War that shook the plains over a century ago. The new generation grew up with the stories. They have made their home on the healed land which was once the ruin of their great grandparents' world. Things have taken a turn since then, one for the better, however old habits die hard, and some say they survive in the genes..
The tale of how the Great Alpha Tala and her army defeated Volkov, the most evil wolf to ever roam these woods, still lives on in the spoken word and the songs of birds. But if life is a cycle of repeating events, could it be possible that bitterness is being bred amidst the joy of victory and freedom?
Nothing is for certain, though just as the future is unknown, an awful lot can be learned from history.
The dead speak louder than the living may ever know..
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This Roleplay is somewhat of a sequel to my Four Seasons: Spring Roleplay.
For a recap, there was a Winter War that took place and divided the woods in two. The army of villianous, murderous traitors was lead by none other than Volkov himself, a sadistic wolf who's name strikes fear into many even long after his death.
The Catori Clanwas the last wolf pack who remained faithful to the woods good and innocent; they were the greatest hope of the oppressed, soon to be lead in battle against Volkov by the upcoming Alpha Tala.
Tala was well known as the wolf who, as a pup, was kidnapped by Volkov, who sought to raise her up himself to be just as evil as he was. She fought back, even in her youth, and bit off a chunk of his ear. Volkov, enraged, left her for dead in the middle of the harshest of winters. Instead of dying, as she was expected to, she made it back to her pack and grew up with them under the expectations of her Alpha parents.
When Volkov and his forces had disappeared after the Winter War had ended, peace was embraced for a while, and duly celebrated. However, Tala did not have long to train before a new outbreak of attacks occured. Volkov's army, soldier by soldier began to resurface, returning the fear of the Winter.
Gathering allies along the way, Tala took her place as Alpha at a time one might call premature. However, she proved herself in battle as she lead her people to victory within a year. The year, however, was filled with strife, hardships, suffering, and great loss...
Now more than a century later, the descendents of these Great Warriors live on bearing their names. Unfortunately, carrying on the legacies of such Greats may mean more than they would have bargained for.
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Oh, and here's the link to the Original, if you care enough to look: http://exhibited-sim.com/roleplay/457
If there was to be a choice, I would label this Roleplay as more intermediate. That said, I would hope that anyone who was to join would take the time to consider their Character's backgrounds and backstories, as well as the history.
-Try to keep the posts interesting by writing at least five lines, if you can. I tend to write a lot, and I also like to read a lot. I will not penalize you for doing otherwise, but I would apprectiate it. Although, as long as you have something to add to the overall story, it will be enjoyed just the same :)
-NO POWERS
-No odd coloring, if you can help it
-Romance is allowed of course, but since these are animals, please (for the love of all things sacred) try to keep it PG. Thanks *thumbs up*
-No fighting. If you have a problem or a question (which are always welcome and accepted with smiles!) let it be known in the OOC.
-No Power play, Mary sues, godmodding, blah blah blah
-LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAZ ANY OTHER QUESTIONS!! I DON'T BITE (well maybe sometimes..:3)ÂÂ
-Try to keep it as literate as you can (Thank you, says the hypocrite ^^;) But I won't yell if you spell something wrong lol ( .... )
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