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Post by Essence on May 11, 2009 18:19:43 GMT -5
Sorin was distracted as she turned her head to the male. "If you stopped acting like dumbass, I might call you by your name. Until then, there are more important matters at hand. And if we get-" She was cut off as something move in the corner of her eye. She let out a annoyed growl as her Ribbon lashed out, a shriek piercing the air. She turned her head to see her ribbon not only covering the male's head, but moving in extremely fast movements, slicing with each movement. To wolves that couldn't see the Ribbon, it wouldn't be a pretty sight. "Do not interrupt me," She growled as the wolf stumbled back, and her Ribbon freed itself. She flicked her eyes to the side, noting the circle around them pressing in. She let out another short growl, watching as her Ribbon danced along the outer rim of the circle, cutting each wolf at a time. A few of them dodged it, causing a new line of curses from her mouth. "These things can see it." She muttered. "WINMUG" She twisted around, facing the two females and two males. She froze for a moment... What was she going to say? She never needed a pep talk to start fighting. Just then, a familiar voice came from the crowd, and she saw the male walk forward. "Tzaagumth, imtaf gsig sih riffam, Hsipom." She stated, dipping her head slightly. She turned back to the wolves after hearing his comment. "So, dumbass, if you don't want your girlfriend and that pup raped, I suggest you get your ass in gear. I do not think that you would want her having their pups." She snarled, staring straight at Kratos. She then turned to Shakun, more or less ignoring the other wolf. He was included in what she had said to Dumbass. "Rip them limb from limb, with Me Nazxb?" She asked as a cruel smile formed on her lips. Just then, she spotted movement in the corner of her eye. She twisted, her Ribbon darting at the wolf. Only this time, as she had said, there was no mercy. The ribbon flattened itself, and with a sickening sound, went straight through the wolf's head. She didn't normally do this but for a last resort. He had gotten too close to the pup. She watched as his body fell limp, a expressionless calm overcoming her body. She felt numb. she watched as her Ribbon moved to return to her, and then gasped when another wolf jumped forward, snatching it out of the air. Her eyes glazed over, body going rigid. She could feel his teeth on her soul, she could feel it. Pain shrieked through her body, and in the back of her mind she was shouting the most fowl words she could think of in her native tongue. But none of the words met her lips. Sorin gasped, stumbling back. She let out a small whimper when the wolf bit down on her Ribbon harder, sending a new wave of pain through her body. "Bastard..." She whispered, regaining control of her body. The wolf had gotten a lucky shot, and grabbed the part of her soul that allowed her to move her body willingly, but when he bit down again he had shifted it. She could feel it now, feel all of it. The pain flowed through her like blood, but she pushed that back, just like she had when she was a pup. The Soul Ribbon slowly began to fade, until it was once again inside her. She opened her eyes to find she was one the ground, and jumped up and faced the wolf that looked dumbstruck. "I promise you, you will pay." She growled. She felt something shift in her, as it always did when she made a promise. It would last until the wolf paid, either by her claws or someone else's. But she wasn't going to give him that chance. She jumped up, landing inches in front of the wolf. Without hesitation, she jumped up again, letting every bit of her strength go into it. She watched the wolf move from her path, ready to pounce when she landed. Then she disappeared. Instead, she jumped from behind the wolf, jumping beside him and twisting when she hit the ground, so she aimed for his neck. She hit him with such force, it sent him tumbling to the ground. Her teeth grasped his neck, spine just along the top of her teeth. She bit down, and as soon as she landed, she shook her head violently. It wasn't enough to kill the wolf, no, but it would make his neck weak for her neck attack at it. She jumped away as the wolf stood, noting the foul-smelling wolves giving them both enough room to battle. They sat, watching, waiting, while another group advanced from behind Shakun. He would have to deal with them, and get the other wolves motivated. She turned her attention back to the male wolf, standing tall. A awful taste was left in her mouth, but the wolf had the look of surprise on his face, if you could call it that. Half of it was gone. "Omwaz gsa mina er gsa Tewwahh er Waigs, U kzib hsa duff puff beo hfedfb rez siznumt ema er saz Xsufwzam." She flicked her tail, her Soul Ribbon coming out once more. Only this time, is was visible to everyone. There was no use hiding it from a enemy that could see it anyways. She watched as the Ribbon curled in the air beside her, the Ribbon that was once a indecisive white before her first battle. It was stained with blood now, reflecting her innermost being. That thing had no right touching it. It was worse than rape. She let the Ribbon rise, her gaze never faltering from her rival. "I will show you that Amasites, female or not, are not a force to think weak in any way." With that, she snapped her jaw shut, and the Ribbon flew out faster than it had before. She watched as it sliced the wolf's cheek. He hadn't moved, he hadn't tried to move. She knew he wouldn't. And when he did move, she was more than surprised by how fast he moved. For after blinking once, he had covered the distance between them, and was looming over her. She didn't hesitate; she ducked under him, her Soul Ribbon just above her. She felt black blood splash her red fur as it cut his stomach deeply, and she jumped to the side, her Soul Ribbon following her movements. The wolf paused, letting her get a distance away before coming after her... even with half his gut hanging out. She was surprised, but she didn't let this show. Instead she dodged his attack, keeping her Soul Ribbon close to her side. She didn't need it being caught under his grasp again. They circled each other, Sorin with a blank expression, him with a expression of pure lust. She continued to run, him matching her speed with his own. The dance of war. This continued for some time, him snapping at her with his jaws, she simply dodging. He hit her a few times, but she ignored the cuts as though they were nothing more than flies. She was in a battle, she had been trained, forced to do so. It was the only way to win. She intended on winning this match, no matter what. He had touched her soul, and he was going to die. He had touched her soul, without her attacking him. There was no excuse for such acts. Then, she changed movements. She jumped, ramming the wolf in the chest. Her teeth and claws ripped as his chest, her Ribbon finding its mark on his upper jaw. When she landed, she dove under him once more, this time letting her Ribbon fly inside his cut, and she jumped to the side as she watched his eyes glaze over as her Ribbon did its job. He stumbled, falling, and she padded over to him, placing a paw on his throat. Her ribbon flew up, hovering beside her. " Nib gsa Tewwahh puff beoz heof. Yihgizw." She said as she placed her jaws around his throat, putting her weight on his spine and ripping out the main artery in his throat at the same time. A crack told her the job was done. She raised her head, black blood dripping from her jaws. Her fur was plastered to her sides, her Ribbon hovering above her head as she gazed at the crowd. She turned, shaking her coat before padding back to the small group. She had a slight limp, a old wound. Sorin glanced at Shakun, for he knew well why she was limping. He was there when she first cracked her bone. And now the mending was all gone whack. More suffering to go through until it was fixed. But this was no time for self-pity, more wolves were advancing from all sides. Three females in one group, of course there was a crowd.AudriaI look into myself, To find my own heart has been changed[/size] Audria felt fear edge away the anger that once coursed through her body. She could feel the other emotions swarming, daring to try and invade her mind. But fear took up too much space. Her vision had become blurry as the wolf attacked her over and over, for her refused to give in. Now she laid on her side, head throbbing, and unsure if she could still stand. Her mind was racing... how could she get out of this? She pushed herself up from the ground one last time, her breathing shallow. She couldn't take much more. Another hit like the last one, and she was done for. She looked at the wolf that was hovering over her, her heart beating faster in panic. She stumbled back, then turned and ran. It was her only hope. She had to get out of the area. She had to go, she had to run! But the teeth grazed her neck, and she froze, turning to the wolf that once again hovered over her. She would have said something, but she couldn't. Her fear gripped her so tightly, she could hardly breathe. Then the darkness overwhelmed her. She had blacked out, but not before she felt the teeth of the stranger pick her up, the ground leaving her paws...[/color]
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Post by Scriptureous~ on May 11, 2009 20:44:49 GMT -5
These males were agressive and disgusting. They struck like cowards and fought like war machines, making them harder to predict. He was more than glad that he couldn't read minds anymore or he might kill himself from hearing their sick thoughts. How did wolves get to be so sick and twisted that they picked off the females first and dealt with the males later. He was distracted by Sorin's greeting. "Tzaagumth, imtaf gsig sih riffam, Hsipom." He twisted his torso towards her, nodding and pronoucing the proper greeting in her birth language. "Tzaagumth, ema er Me Nazxb." He twisted around for a split second to flash his teeth at an imposing male before returning his storming gray eyes to her. "It would be an honor to fight beside one of blood to end these pathetic lives. They do not deserve any mercy even if you had mercy to give. What they deserve is a slow and painful death by claw and tooth and any other tortureous manner." A low growl built up in his chest and rose from his throat to bubble out of his maw. This was the closest he had ever been to the wolf he had been before he had fallen. The ice around his heart was shattering, leaving a raw heart to pound against his ribcage. There was no way he was going to allow any of the foul wolves there to get their paws on any of the females there. Especiall not the pup. The way they looked at one so young made fires of rage leap into his dead eyes.
Shakun felt a new emotion from Sorin, felt her go rigid and her legs go so weak that she stumbled back. He knew that something would have to be very, very wrong for her to stumble back like that. He slowly shifted his weight around so he could see the splash of red that was Sorin. He watched the disgusting barfwad chew on something in the air that caused the pain and surprise in her. A new wave of rage washed over him, but he knew not to interfere. Sorin could take care of herself better than any female that he had met and besides that, there were other males to keep away from her. Shakun felt teeth grabbing his haunches and whirled around in his rage, barely noticing his paw connect with the male's face. White swam over the back of his neck and back, lifting his hackles in stiff masses. Feathers were beginning to stick out between the chinks in his silvery armor. The ugly animal that had his blood on its teeth walked left to see if he could get around Shakun and he mirrored its movements, keeping himself as a solid blocking object between the male and its prize. His jaws parted, drool dripping in thick strings from his jaws. He thirsted for these creatures' blood, he wanted to spill it on the ground and walk on it to cause them the greatest of dishonors.
He had an inkling that they really didn't care about honor and all that shit. The thing moved in with open jaws and hard, merciless eyes. It was a good thing he wasn't feeling the least bit of care for these ugly things that smelled of death, either. Shakun ducked under the open jaws and twisted around and opened his jaws, shooting up on his hind legs and sinking his teeth into its side. He jerked his head once and ripped open a wound that poured rank dark blood. The thing broke into a run towards the nearest female and he ran to match its stride, ramming his shoulder into its side until it was forced to move off course. Gods, help us, Shakun thought. He didn't think twice before rising on his hind legs and using his weight and forepaws to shove it farther away. He knew he had made a mistake when the creature's teeth sank into his left foreleg. He dropped down on his right leg, biting back a growl that was threatening to rumble through his chest. Callistus, he thought, uncle, if ever I need my strength, then it is now. Help me kill this thing! Shakun wrapped his teeth around the thing's jaws and bit down hard until it let go of his leg.
Something warm wormed its way into Shakun's belly. The white crawled farther over his body and he felt absolute calm. Everything happened in slow motion. He ducked under the v that its front legs formed and locked his jaws onto the wound he had ripped open earlier, ripping the skin off and darting out and around his hind legs, keeping as much weight as he could off of his injured leg. The thing chased him around, but he was too quick and it couldn't find anywhere to bite down on his armor protected back. He slid under its stomach and grabbed its intestines with his teeth, ripping downwards with powerful jerks of his jaws. Dark and smelly blood poured over his face and neck, staining his fur where it was white. It stumbled and he took the chance to slice clean through its jugular cord with his teeth. With a disbelieving expression written on its ugly face and blood spraying from its neck, the slimeball smacked into the mud.
Breathing harder than normal, Shakun gazed levelly over his shoulder to check on Sorin. The wolf that had bothered her lay dead at her paws and he met her bright green eyes, noticing that she was limping. Was her leg still not fully healed? He sympathized with her silently and turned his blank eyes to survey the corpse he had left on the ground. The training he had received from the age of a year old was rusty, but it had never left him. He turned again to Sorin, eyeing the red ribbon that had become visible to plain sight. So that was the way she killed. It was probably what the other wolf had chewed on to make her feel pain, too. Shakun could ignore the pain in his leg enough to lunge at the next wolf, quickly getting in his bubble and driving up with his teeth, muscles in his bleeding haunches stretching and retracting rythmically. The other males should be joining in soon enough... hopefully. He pivoted on his paws to stand in a loosely protective stance between Sorin and another male after a bite to the neck of the other wolf and bit the paw that was swinging down towards him. If not, then they wouldn't be able to stand up to the wolves much longer...
"Kuo irxoike eya zyxxe zyt yl i hubjn," he snarled.
Never in her life had Etta ever been in the middle of an actual even-on battlefield. She looked nervously out from behind Annika, still clutching the bird in her mouth like it was her new toy. Kratos and his brother(whom she was still nervous of) were standing protectively in front of her and Annika, but she wasn't sure she trusted either of them. The only one she really trusted was Annika, who had been kind to her all throughout the battle. "Vsp ep rnkqr tn zp vhskryt, Annika?" she asked, dropping the bird and turning her worried eyes on her newfound friend. "Typi enq't ywst wg, ekhh typi?" The last question was anxious, and her mouth turned down into a frown. For the umteenth time in her life she was exposed to strenuous danger, but this danger felt worse than any other she had been in.
Suddenly one of the bad-smelling male wolves lunged for her with a strange look on his face and she took off, forgetting that Annika was right in front of her. Why was he coming after her and not going after one of the adults like the other bad wolf that changed shape had? She had the strangest feeling that she didn't want to know what they had on their minds. She didn't want to know what the wolf had in mind for her. She crashed into Annika, squeezing her eyes closed tight. She stumbled and fell, hearing a loud squelch and thud behind her. She didn't want to look. She didn't want to see the blood or the body that lay behind her, so she kept her eyes closed. "Annika! Annika, uhpvgp cnq't hpt typa rpt ap!" she cried out fearfully. If they got her then she would die. Or worse. But she didn't know what worse would be. [/color][/size]
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Post by --> S u s a n on May 12, 2009 17:17:23 GMT -5
Annika’s eyes grew wide; she wasn’t sure what was going on. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The most important thing to do was to stay clam. She lingered by Kratos’ side making sure to keep an eye upon Etta. She wasn’t sure whom she was to trust, yet that strange wolfess was fighting those large and deformed wolves who tried to attack her just moments ago. So many things swirled around her mind that it was hard for her to concentrate on one thing or another. She turned her head back over to Kratos, it seemed just a minute ago they were standing in the meadow talking; it was nice, she wished they could go back to that time. She closed her eyes if only, if only…she felt her heart began to beat faster to the point she had to turn and look away from Kratos. She knew this was no time to be thinking about such trivial matters. Then again…it does seem important. She shook her head, as she turned her focus back to the battle before her. Why were they just standing around, she turned to look at Kratos. “Kratos, we have to fight.” She told him, not asking. It was their duty to help others. “We have too.” She whispered once again as she turned her attention back over to Etta. She promised to protect her and she would do that the best that she could. She wanted to protect Kratos as well – as well as everyone else in the pack. After all it is the duty of the Yuurie-Dao.
Annika’s ears perked when she heard Etta speaking to her. She looked down at the young female who wasn’t too far away from her reach. She wasn’t sure how to answer her. For she had none. Would they be alright? She wanted to believe it so bad, but she knew that in reality – everything could go wrong. She smiled down at her. “Cn qnt enssi, Pttv. Pfpsitykqr ekhh zp nxvi. K usnakgp” She said in a gentle voice trying to believe her own words. She did not like to lie, but she would make sure Etta was safe, even if it cost her life. She turned her attention back over to Sorin who was fighting and yelling at Kratos to move them away. Why did she think that Annika was weak and couldn’t fight? She turned to look at Etta for a split second, but she couldn’t fight. She was too young and Annika wouldn’t allow it. “K usnakgp.” She repeated again the words were no higher then a whisper and she was unsure if Etta heard her or if she was even paying attention. She narrowed her eyes and grinded her teeth together. “I will not leave, I will fight.” She called to the strange she-wolf who had called Kratos a dumbass (once again) she snorted and shook her head – it was then when Etta’s screams reached her ears.
Annika twisted her head around and saw the male not too far away from Etta. “Etta!” She cried as she jumped in-between the male and the young pup. She would not let anyone hurt her. She pinned her ears back upon her head and narrowed her eyes, grinding her teeth together. He would have to get through her if he dared try to touch Etta. If he hurt her, she would never forgive him. “Leave her alone you dirty bastard! Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” She hissed as she bared her teeth and growled. Yuurie Dao’s might have been created to bring peace and kindness – it didn’t mean they weren’t taught how to protect others, how to fight. If he thought she didn't know how to fight, that she was weak. Then he was deadly mistaken. For she had faught before and killed once. She was different from the other Yuurie Dao wolves - for her heart was stained with darkness. A drop of blood in the pure ocean. Even that one drop of blood or darkness - could ruin everything. Annika stared at him, she wasn't evil, but she did have darkness within her - and she wasn't afraid to attack if she had too. She would protect those that are near to her.
She turned her attention back over to Kratos for a second then back to the strange wolf that was advancing upon them. She would never give up.
Word Count: 818 Thoughts: Ah i have nothing to say here, yay ^_^ isn't that awesome?
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Post by Essence on May 12, 2009 19:50:32 GMT -5
Sorin looked up at Shakun, but otherwise did nothing. He could do it himself. "Show no mercy." She whispered in the wind as she turned her blank eyes to the wolves that surrounded them. There were many, she doubted her and Shakun alone could hold them off. Just then, the female spoke up. She turned her head to the wolf, giving her a thin smile. "Did you think I meant you weak? If you stayed with the pup, the pup would be safe. When I told Dumbass to guard you and her, I really meant for you to get on one side, him on the other, and put the pup between you so that no harm came to her." Her voice was calm, even though her fur was coated in black blood. Her green gaze flicked to the pup, and her smile disappeared. "Close your eyes, young one. You needn't to watch this war. Not for some years to come." She said softly, for once looking understandingly at the pup. Then her expression drained of the emotion and she turned to the male wolf. Kratos was his name? "We will need your help to keep us all safe. Kratos, keep in mind you are fighting for your girlfriend. That in mind will give you strength." She attempted a weak smile, failed. Then even that was wiped off her face as she turned back to the males that surrounded them. Her anger flared, "Otherwise you will be killed, and a worse fate on your girlfriend." She stated. Then she saw Shakun step in front of her, and frowned. "What do you think? This little wound will stop me from fighting?" She let out a cold laugh. "We Amasites have been known to fight even after our heads are cut off. Don't think such a small wound will falter my step in battle." With that, she stepped up beside Shakun, keeping a distance between them. Her Soul Ribbon lowered next to her, filling the space between her and the angel-wolf. She swayed, looking at her next target. Then with a blink of an eye, the Ribbon flew forward. As the wolf moved to dodge the thing, she found herself running, right in his dodging path. She stopped for a moment, then twisted and jumped at the wolf's next. As he moved to dodge her, the Ribbon came forward, and another sickening sound came forth. Sorin landed at the same time as the wolf's body, a new layer of blood covering her fur. She looked over her shoulder at the body, a grim smile on her lips. Then she saw someone came after her. She jumped to the side, watching the one who moved to attack her. Her Soul Ribbon floated by her head, and in too little time, before she even landed, another wolf jumped out from behind her and grasped it in his jaws.
Sorin's body went limp, cursing under her breath for letting the thing happen twice. But he wasn't actually biting down on it, which meant- Oh shit. She watched as he twisted his head, and was helpless as her body jerked in the same motion. She stood up then, on shaky legs. "Bastard knows how it works." She managed to whisper, her breathing coming in rigid gasps. He wasn't trying to kill her, no. He was going to use her as his puppet, but in the way he held the Ribbon, she couldn't withdraw it as before. The wolf had known a Amasite with a Soul Ribbon before. It was the only explanation.
The wolf grinned at her, and her gust twisted at the way he did so. Then he shook his head violently, and she was sent in many different directions until something stopped her. She gasped as the air was knocked from her lungs, a large paw placed over her throat. She looked up to see the first wolf that attacked her, watching her. He was cutting off her windpipe. She could feel it. Her vision dimmed, and she let out one ragged scream. "Win, Shakun!" She shouted with a growl, then everything went black with at sickening crack coming from her neck."Bitch was frail" The wolf grumbled as he stepped away from the body of the red wolf. His packmember stepped forward, the red ribbon that had controlled her twisting on the ground, growing smaller without a body to go back to, until it vanished too. He had hardly put any pressure on the wolf's neck, and it had snapped it. He turned to the small group, scanning them. His pack would kill the males, taking the females hostage. It was only a matter of time...
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Post by Scriptureous~ on May 12, 2009 23:57:10 GMT -5
Fwop. Another wolf fell by his paws, mixing its dark blood with the mud and soil of the ground. Shakun’s eyes shone dark with lust and hatred, his mouth pulled back in a frown of concentration. His onyx claws and ivory teeth ripped through flesh in wild, mindless destruction that was oddly satisfying. His heart thundered in his chest, driving him onwards in the fight for survival, land, and in the creatures’ case, rapine. He dove and danced and circled in the fray, snapping teeth and ignoring the wounds that screamed for his body to stop. "What do you think? This little wound will stop me from fighting?" Sorin’s voice distracted him momentarily. Shakun caught sight of her as she moved up beside him, staring at the dark stains that matted her fur. Blood.Every drop was like a kind of rain spilt to defend and protect or attack and oppose. It was like the tears of the gods. "We Amasites have been known to fight even after our heads are cut off. Don't think such a small wound will falter my step in battle." Shame and guilt knotted his stomach. He had been wrong to step out like that. Sorin was one of no mercy and was well able to protect and fight for herself. It was possibly what she had done her whole life. Trying to be protective of her was like trying to stop the gods from doing what they would. He couldn’t help it.
Shakun stared at her for a moment, but was drawn away before he could respond. Two wolves had stepped up to challenge him, coming at him from both sides. He shot out from between them, diving between them again to shepherd them away from each other. He bobbed out of range of a bite, driving one sideways with his shoulder. After a few more feints, scratches, and bites, he sank his teeth into its belly and it fell like a rag doll to join others in the long sleep of death. This wasn’t a game. Shakun was slowly growing tired and sore from the seemingly endless fighting. This was what Ealdræd’s warriors had trained him for. Funny that the wolf he had hated so much when he was young had probably saved his life in later times. Had he known that this would happen? Had Callistus known? Had his uncle and presiding god known that this war was going to find him? Did he know of the bloodlust and hurt that resided in his heart? What did life have in store for him? A soft snarl rolled off his tongue as he searched for the other wolf that had attacked him. Did this wolf know that death would meet him before the day was done? In the lull, he heard Sorin speak to herself. "Bastard knows how it works." He looked around and saw a wolf biting down on the ribbon that emerged from her shell. Would she get away this time? He watched as the wolf jerked the ribbon and her legs were forced to move her towards a wolf that knocked her to the ground. It was cutting off her windpipe. Suddenly time seemed to slow, and it had nothing to do with the effects of the previous power he had witnessed. She was going to die and he was helpless to do anything but watch. He could only listen as her last breath whooshed out in one last scream. "Win, Shakun!"
The shout snapped him out of his numb fog. Red spread like blood across the edges of his vision. Something had changed in him. He stumbled when the wolf he had been looking for slammed into his side, turning with a snarl. Shakun grasped its head between his paws and they rose up on their hind paws. He ignored the blows and scratched from the other wolf that made his head spin and twisted its head away inch by slow inch. He snapped his jaws shut on its neck and held it while it struggled against him, growing weaker by the second. When the thing’s last breath gurgled out, he dropped the corpse like a sack of potatoes and dropped to all fours, ignoring the screaming and shaking from his muscles. That wolf was going to die. He hoped that it would at least put up a decent fight first. He slowly turned, eyes lifeless and full of thirst. Anger made wolves reckless. Invisible mist poured towards Shakun, consuming him in its dampness. He felt a warm and calming presence that rubbed up against his mind like a cat seeking attention. Calm down, Shakun,” an invisible voice told him. ”You have to be able to thing if you are going to kill these animals.” The misty face of his uncle swam into view, his godly eyes shining bright as stars. He smiled his familiar half-smile and turned away. ”Kill them for what they have done.”
The mists shot outwards, and the warming presence of his uncle left him. Shakun took a deep breath, feeling new ice form around his heart to keep the anger quelled. His uncle was right, he had to think. Then he began to change. They happened slowly at first, but then they began speeding up. Shakun almost yelped in alarm, for the changes were painful. The storms cleared from his eyes, leaving them a bright hue of blue. There were sickening pops and ripples under his skin as bones began to lengthen and skin and muscles the stretch over them. Wings shot out of his back, causing his armor to fly off and land behind him with a loud clang. White swam over his body to cover every inch of it, and new strength flooded through him. When the changes were through, Shakun stumbled, but caught himself before he fell. He was taller and stronger, but it was also a liability. The changes had left him sore and awkward, for he was long used to living inside of the average-sized that was his fallen state. Voices screamed at him from every direction, driving him mad inside his head. ”SHUTUP!” he roared. ”Znabav! Zbyv zvoiqutm eyax kuzmazbutm dyxkz by so!” Shakun yelled, reverting to his native tongue. He reached up with his paws and covered his ears, but the sounds went on and would not stop.
He felt a sharp pain in his side and huffed as he was knocked over. His power! His power was causing the voices! There were too many wolves around for him to read their minds all at once. With a small effort, Shakun blocked off his mind and kicked off the wolf that had pinned him down. "Zbie yll yl so, zruso, rozb bno mykz kocyax eyax zyar!" When it backed away, he turned and inspected his side. There was only a shallow wound, and he felt releived. So much worse could have happened in his vulnerable moment. Shakun searched the crowd for the wolf that had killed Sorin and locked eyes with him. ”You’re dead,” he whispered.
Shakun lunged for the wolf, who evaded him by jumping to the side. "Stupid male," the wolf said. "We will kill you and take all of your females." Not while he was alive and kicking. Shakun dove for him again, but the wolf slipped to the side with blinding speed and rammed into him. This wolf obviously knew what he was doing. Well, he would just have to outwit him, now wouldn't he? He stumbled and fell backwards, and the male leaped to stand over him. Shakun kicked into the thing's stomach and rolled back, sending it flying. He scrambled to his paws and turned, glaring at the male. It got up, circled once, and lunged. Shakun hit it with a giant paw and watched with pleasure as the ugly creature staggered. It dove in again, biting his ankle, and Shakun crouched low to the ground and drove up, catching its neck between his jaws and shaking viciously. Blood spilled from the wound like juice from a rotten fruit, staining his jaw black. He shook again until the neck split open and spilled all of its contents onto the ground. The body dropped from his mouth into a puddle of water with a splash, and he strode forward to rest his paw on its side.
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Post by --> S u s a n on May 13, 2009 13:23:15 GMT -5
Kali tilted her head upward when an ominous feeling ran down her spine causing her to shift her weight. Blood dripped from her soaked black muzzle as she looked at the blacken sky that surrounded the Suicide Cliff. Beneath her was a torn carcass that used to belong to a young male wolf. His neck was completely torn from where she had bitten down and sucked upon his blood until it had run dry. She ran her tongue across her prolonged fangs which were stained forever with the blood of all those she had brutally murdered for their delicious blood which she seemed she couldn’t have enough. Even now, as she stood over the body she had moments ago killed, she had a deep drive to drink even more blood. This burning desire for blood was driving her crazy. Her throat was dry and her stomach ached, feeling as if she had not eaten in ages – but the truth for the matter is that this was her third meal in the matter of hours. Kali bent down and began to chew on the flesh of the male, ripping apart his body even more, trying to suck any last drops of blood he might of have. Although her attempt was futile seeing on how she already drank all of his blood. It was then when a strange aroma engulfed her nostrils which made her look once again toward the Suicide Cliff. Wolves. She thought to her as well as the thought of deep rich blood running down her parch throat. The thought sent a shiver of joy down her spine. A smirk flickered across her maw as she began to make her way toward the cliff.
It did not long for her to see a female wandering by herself, possibly curious about what was going on at the cliff. Kali paused as she studied the female for some time; the hunger deep within her body was going haywire now that she was next to someone with…blood. Kali dug her claws into the ground, and before she could stop to think, she lunged forward and tackled the female to the ground. She let out a horrid scream that echoed in Kali’s ears, but she no longer cared. Her eyes went black as she opened her powerful jaws and sunk her fangs into the female’s flesh. The next few minutes were all a blur. All she could recall about those moments was ribbing her claws into the female’s side and tearing at her neck. All she could feel was the blood upon her lips and the hunger contained to crow. Before she knew it she had done the same to the female as she had done to the male only moments ago. Kali’s whole fur color was dripping wet with blood of her two victims, but she paid no attention. Why? Why do I feel like I’m so hungry…so hungry…one is not enough, two is not enough. What will have I have to do to get satisfy? It feels like each burning minute my lust for blood gets worst. Will it never go away? Is this it? Kali thought to herself as she closed her eyes. Normally she only had to feed on blood once or twice a week – but she knew something had to be wrong for her to kill three or four times a day. Also, before she did not kill, she would sink her fangs into their neck and drink her fill, but this was not enough anymore, now she had to suck them bone dry.
Kali gradually began to make her way toward the Suicide Cliff, each step was a daze to her, and she could no longer feel anything. The only thing she could feel was the growing anxiety of wanting to sink her fangs into someone. She tried to remember when her growing hunger had begun; she closed her eyes and tried to think – when the answer hit her like a tone of bricks. “Kaige…” she mouthed the forbidden words. The words she had dare not think let alone speak out loud. She had spoken his name. She had not seen Kaige in a very long time, had this happened because of that? Around Kaige she eat meat like any other carnivore – and perhaps she got enough blood that way – for she never seemed to lust over blood like she did when she was not around him. Kali shook her head. Their memories were in the past, why should she even care? In the end, Kali was not meant for love or companionship. She knew that from the beginning and so did Kaige, he had to have known, for she had told him. She was foolish; she fell in love, and was torn apart more then once. In the end though, Kaige turned around and left her, leaving her behind in her shame, leaving only behind the memories they shared together. They had a few moments of happiness, but something always got in their way. Kali blamed herself though; it always came back to her though. She betrayed Kaige, she let him down, and nothing she could say or do would change the past.
However, things were different now. Kali was different now. She was no longer the whiny little vampire she had been around Kaige. She was so weak and depressed, so afraid their world would come crashing down all around her. No, Kali was not ever going to be a fool again. The burning love she had Kaige was now a dim lit candle in a sea of darkness. Of course, the darkness was now wrapped tightly around her heart, making her unable to feel anything for Kaige or anyone – even if she wanted too. Kali had come to the point in her life, where she just couldn’t care anymore. She would not care if she dropped dead right now, she doubted anyone else would care as well. She had not made a deep imprint on the world, to the point where others remember her. Not like she was trying, though. The one that she used to care about most probably wouldn’t give her a second thought. Then again, perhaps he did. Perhaps like her, he paused for a moment and looked back upon their relationship. Kali frowned; she wandered what he thought of her. Did he forgive her? Did he no longer care? Did he not even think about her for the slightest moment? Kali pinned her ears back upon her head, grinding her teeth together. She shouldn’t even be thinking about that. Right now her most concern was – blood. Yes, the burning desire had flickered off for a moment, but now it was back and stronger then ever.
Kali was now upon the Suicide Cliff her eyes flickered around seeing the battle unfold below her. No concern shimmered in her eyes as she continued forward. She didn’t want to get involved with anyone – her main concern right now was sinking her fangs into someone’s neck. Her eyes scanned the area until they landed upon a group of wolves. She didn’t want to attack those who are together; because they could all gain up on her. She turned her attention away from then and began to make her way through the grounds. Looking for someone who was all alone. She was getting to the point were she wouldn’t care if others were around. This burning desire was too great. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, having to dig her claws into the ground to calm her down. Okay, let’s do this, Kali. She thought to herself as she began to walk forward. Leaving behind everything
When Skyla awoke from her forced slumber the world was groggy and it felt someone was slamming a hammer against her head. She groaned as she closed her eyes once more, even keeping them open was a painful struggle. She tried to recall the memories on what happened, but everything was blurry. She tried to force her eyes open once again and this time she managed to keep them open. She looked up at the blacken sky, even though it was mid-day. She rolled over on her stomach and pushed herself up from the ground, feeling wobbly, and her knees caved him, sending her back upon the ground. What the…she tried to focus on one thing, but it was too much for her. She just felt lying down upon the ground and falling into a deep sleep and not waking up never again – Ugh, don’t say that, Skyla. Get a hold of yourself. She thought bitterly to herself as she pushed herself up from the ground once more, and began to look around. She was deep within a forest – not even on the cliffs anymore – and surrounded by a deep fog which made it even more difficult for her to focus. She shook her head, but that seemed to make things even worst. She blinked a few times when she saw a deformed figure walk over to her. He spoke, but she could not register his words. It took her a few minutes for his frame to register in her mind – then everything clicked.
Her running and Kainam knocking her down. Him telling her to be quiet and pushing her into the bushes. Her hearing Jactor’s plan and running to her pack. Him coming to her and knocking her out.
The memories swirled around her mind until she was finally able to grasp on them and hold onto them tight. When she did she took a sharp breath and began to walk backwards, but slipped and fell down. She cursed under her breath as she tilted to look at Jactor who was beginning to move closer to her. “Leave me alone you fifthly, scum!” She hissed as she pinned her ears back upon her head. He still advanced closer a smirk placed across his maw. She did not like to look at him; he was hideous in her eyes. His fur was a matted with dried fur, bones stuck out from his flesh and his beady red eyes were filled with nothing other then lust. He soon came close enough were he could smell his rotten breath which brought tears into her eyes. She tried to pull away, but it was almost as if a deep magic was pulling her closer to him.
“No need to worry, I will not hurt you. I’ve already done what I came to do, so you are free to leave, but we shall be meeting again.” That was all he spoke as he turned around and disappeared into the shadows leaving Skyla there alone. She sat there like an idiot staring at the place that Jactor had once been standing. She tried to comprehend his words. He already had done what he came to do? She tried to remember Kainam’s and his conversation before. Kainam had said that he wanted too…Skyla suddenly felt her whole body grow numb as the words echoed through her mind. “Oh my…” She whispered, she finally understood what he meant. She felt her body grow weak and she fell to the ground as tears began to pour from her eyes. A deep ache came into her eyes as she felt her past repeat itself once again – but this time she was on the right side. Why did she have to be so weak? Father….father…why? She thought to herself as her fur got soaked from her own tears as she cried even harder. If she wasn’t such a fool then this would not have happened to her. She was no Alphess. She did not deserve such a title. “Father, why did you have to die?! Why did you heave to leave me like this? You knew…you knew…” She cried as she rubbed her head into her paws, her crying slurred her words until she was unable if she was speaking out loud or crying.
It was then when she noticed a figure standing in front of her, calling he name in a low tone. Skyla tilted her head upward her eyes swollen and red-shot because of all the crying. She had to blink away a few times to see the red figure in front of her. Once she realized it was Kainam she scooted away from him. “Get away from me!” She demanded as he took a few steps closer to her. She felt more tears come to her eyes, she could not remember the last time she cried this much. Her eyes went wide as she felt him come close enough where she could feel his heart beat in his chest. She wanted to pull away, but he felt so warm – and in the end she broke down crying with her head pressed against his chest. He spoke, but she did not reply. Her words were caught in her throat and all she could do was cry. She didn’t even question why he was here and why he was being so kind. He was the enemy. He was on the other packs side, he worked for them, and she didn’t even care at the moment. At the moment she didn’t care about anything.
She wasn’t sure how long she cried. Possibly for hours, perhaps only for a few minutes. However soon the tears were dried up and she pulled her face away from Kainam, she stared at him for a long time, they were only inches away from each other. She tore her gaze away from him and pushed herself up from the ground and began to walk a few paces, her head lowered to the ground. She felt like such a fool. “Kainam…” She whispered. “I don’t know why, and I don’t want to know why you are here. We’re enemies. I know you’re up to something, I just don’t know what. When we meet again – it will be the final time and only a victor will walk away.” She kept her voice calm and composed. She didn’t even look back as she began to run out of the forest, ignoring him as he called out her name. She felt her heart stop in her chest, but she kept moving forward. I’m such a fool. She thought to herself as she kept on running, not looking back once.
Such a fool…
Kainam ran as fast as he could, trying to get there as quickly as he could. Damn that idiot Jactor, I should have known. He didn’t pause for one second as he followed the blood prints which would lead him straight to Skyla. In the back of his mind, however, he questioned himself. He kept telling himself that it was just for lust. He wouldn’t let anyone have the Alphess – ignoring the fact that he was ordered to kill her. In the end it would be him to kill the Alphess, but until that time came he did not want anyone to touch her, even more so that scum, Jactor. Kainam kept on running, to the point he was numb to the pain that was shooting up his back and running down his back. To the point where he wasn’t sure how long it had been. Kainam grinded his teeth together until he came right in the middle of the forest where the thick fog still lingered. He slowed down his pace, for he figured this is where Jactor had hidden Skyla. So predictable. Kainam thought as he began to wander through the thick mist, which really didn’t affect him sense he had spent so much time in it.
He could hear her crying before he even walked up to her. He had known right then and there that Jactor had already done what he had his eyes on. Damn. He paused a few feet in front of her. He did not like stuck up females who knew they were beautiful, but he usually didn’t like whiny females…but for some reason he felt sorry for her. “Skyla…” he whispered to her name, though he was not sure if she could hear him or not. Indeed she did tilt her head upward and look at him with a sadden expression. He did not back away though, instead he moved closer to her, though he was quite unsure why he did this. It was to the point where she broke down, shoving her head upon his chest. He still did not pull away. “Skyla….” He whispered. “I’m sorry.” He was not sure why he said such words. What was wrong with him? He was supposed to kill her and here he was comforting her. He did not push her away though, he could have killed her right here and now, but he didn’t. The thought not once even entered his mind. He remained with her until she finally was done crying and then suddenly they were staring at each other right in the eyes. So close. Then suddenly she got up and spoke words that held no meaning to him and left.
“Skyla!” He called after her, but she ignored him, and he was left there wondering what the heck just happened. “Damn it, Kainam, why are you going soft?” He said bitterly to himself as he sat down and looked at the wet puddle where Skyla was crying. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He just wasn’t sure…
Annika heard Sorin speak, but she didn’t have a chance to reply, for before she knew it she was lying lifelessly upon the ground. Annika turned her head away, although Sorin had not been the kindest of wolf, some part of her had cared about the safety of them. This made Annika madder at herself that she didn’t just jump in and help, instead she lingered at the sidelines. She looked back at Etta, Sorin was right about something, and she couldn’t worry about the battle now. She had to protect Etta. Etta should not even be looking at this, then again perhaps she had seen worst, Annika did not know, but she wanted to be on the safe side. “Come, Etta.” She said in clear English hoping that she would understand her words. They had to leave. However when she turned around she was faced around with her worst nightmare – it was the three Gods who both haunted her for the last two hundred years as well as the ones who had just saved her life. She took a sharp breath. This was the first time she had seen them since they had put the curse upon her, but she knew they were always there, watching her. Annika felt her legs grow weak as she watched them. She wasn’t sure what to say or what to do. She put herself between them and Etta, but she felt as if someone else was moving her body, like she was no longer in control.
“What do you want?” Her words were soft, no higher then a whisper, but then suddenly a wave of anger came over her features. “What are you doing here?!” She demanded to know, slamming a paw upon the ground. She could feel the tears in her eyes. She didn’t even believe they deserved to be thanked for saving her, because she knew they had their own evil plan, why didn’t they just leave her alone? They did not back down, instead they moved closer. The main one. She knew his name, but she would never even allow herself to think it. He moved closer until he was inches away from her face. She turned to look away from him. What if he blurted out her secrets? What are they doing here? Damn them! Damn them for everything they put her though!
“Annika, is that the way to treat someone who saved you from a certain death?” Came the cruel reply as he took a step backwards, looking down upon her. Annika turned to look away once again. She didn’t want to believe this was happening. She wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare. She felt a pain in her chest. Her eyes flickered to where Kratos was standing; she felt her heart beat hard against her chest as she turned her attention back to the God. “If you don’t stop being so ignorant then I might tell this young gentleman your secret. Then again, your pasts are similar, I doubt he would care.” The God said with a smirk which caused a chill to run down her spine. She felt her body grow numb as she shook her head taking a few steps back. No, he wouldn’t do that, would he? What did he mean by similar past? He turned his head back over to Kratos. She was so confused that she had forgotten she knew what happened in his past – well not all of it she had only heard part of the conversation.
“Leave, now, Shruikan.” She said his name. The name that she forced herself never to speak again nor even think. The name rolled around her tongue with much bitterness and hatred. She stared up at the Root of all Evil. He was Shruikan Nightfire the all powerful brother of Samael - who was the grandfather of the horrid Jabez. Really he was not a God, he was the one who kept the balance in check, although she could see the twisted look in his eyes that he was more upon the evil side then the good. He had rained down and tore away her powers because it was not right for a Yuurie Dao to kill, but for some strange reasons he could not kill him. She agreed with his punishment, but she still hated him, she wasn’t even sure why. She grinded her teeth together as she stared at him. “Leave right this instant! I owe you nothing.”
Shruikan chuckled, which sounded like thunder against her ear drums. “I have every right to be here, Annika. For the balance is not in check and something must be down. You owe me for saving your life. After everything I’ve done for you. I’ve kept your secret from your little boyfriend, haven’t I? It’s not like your secret is something no one has ever done – but it is the first time a Yuurie did.”
“No….please don’t…” Annika begged shaking her head, she felt so small compared to him, perhaps because she was lowering herself to the ground as he knees gave him.
“No, don’t what?” Shruikan took a few steps forward. “Annika there is something that has slipped my mind. Kyros did love you. He did not cheat on you. It was all an illusion. That day when you thought you saw him with another female – it was all a trick. He was waiting for you…and you know what you did?”
“No, no, no, no.” Annika kept shaking her head. She didn’t want to listen to it anymore. She just wanted Shruikan to go away. She felt tears string her eyes.
“It is the truth, my dear. It was all an illusion. You did not kill someone who cheated on you, you killed someone who loved you. You killed.” Shruikan said these words loud enough for everyone to hear – just to watch her torture.
“Noooo!” Annika screamed tears dripping down her cheek as she collapsed to the ground, breaking down. Everything she locked within her heart had been released. Shruikan was the key to her pain and he had just unlocked he door. All the pain she held inside instantly became way to real for her to handle.
Words: 4201 Thoughts: Omg this has to be one of my most epic posts ever…I actually feel BAD for them xD
Ha ha ha beat that Essy!!! lol j/k you know I luff you <3
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Post by Nicole on May 13, 2009 20:08:29 GMT -5
K.ratos
[/size] Sleep well, my love ~[/left][/color] There was too much going on. Wolves were falling left and right and advancing from all sides, or so it seemed. Kratos couldn't focus on one things for too long; things were happening too fast for that. His emerald and golden flecked gaze was on Annika and the pup Etta first to make sure they were still in one piece before he turned to Bao, an expectant look in his eyes. "We need to work together, Bao, and we need to start soon," he called to his brother, who nodded in return. He was about to turn back to Annika and Etta when he heard the red-furred female's voice again. His teeth gritted together and said nothing to her to show he heard what she had said. Instead, he moved himself closer to Annika and Etta as Bao began to scout the area for an escape route while keeping an eye on the giant wolves that reeked of something worse than death. "You cannot kill a God," Kratos murmured in a low growl as his fur bristled, sensing there was another presence, one he knew belonged to other Gods. What could they possibly want?
Before he could even question what the other Gods actions were, an audible crack reached his ears and his head turned quickly to find where it came from. When his eyes found Sorin's lifeless body, he felt a small amount of remorse because even though she hadn't been the friendliest of wolves, no one really deserved to die unless they were of great evil. He shook his head and brushed the feeling away; now was not the time for that. As he turned his attention back to Annika, he saw the Gods make their appearance yet again. He still didn't know what it was, but there was something about them he didn't like. He was unsure if they were good or bad, but he wasn't going to linger on the matter as he watched the one from earlier step up to Annika. "Can't you just back off for one minute?" he asked in a low growl that grew louder as it made its way up his throat. He didn't know if they were going to pay any attention to him because, by the looks of it, it seemed like they were just there for Annika. If they were there just to cause trouble, then he would step in and do what he had to do to keep her out of harms way. He wasn't expecting what he was about to hear next.
He found himself wondering why Annika was acting the way she was with these Gods, though he wasn't too phased because he didn't quite like them himself. As he listened to the conversation taking place between the two, his expression changed from mild curiosity to confusion and then to something completely unrecognizable before finally darkening as he watched Annika fall to the ground in tears. He was stunned momentairily as he watched her without really seeing her. So, she had a mate at some point, thought he was with another female even though he wasn't, and killed him? He wondered why she hadn't told him, but then wondered why she would. He wondered if she ever planned on telling him, or if she was just going to keep it locked inside. He found himself wondering a lot of things at that moment. He found himself feeling a lot of different things, things he hadn't felt in a long time, if ever at all. "Why?" he questioned to no one in particular, feeling overwhelmed with all the emotions going through him. What was going to happen now?
"Kratos!" Bao called out, snapping him out of his haze. "Quit dwelling on stuff and get a move on it!" Kratos nodded once, shook himself free of what he was feeling, and turned off his emotions as he took a haughty step up toward Shruikan. "I think your business here is done," he said, his voice cold and hard and hardly recognizable. "Unless you get some sort of cheap thrill on torturing others, which, by the looks of it, you seem to do because you're pathetic and probably unhappy with your life." His gaze hardened and his eyes darkened as if a shadow passed over them as he tightened his jaw, but said nothing more. His attention shifted over to Annika, watching her wordlessly before speaking. He supposed he couldn't blame her for not telling him what she had done when they hadn't known each other for very long, but he still couldn't help but feel bothered by it. "You," he said, his voice more or less the same as it was when he spoke to Shruikan. "Listen to Bao and keep that pup close. I've got some business to take care of now." He wasn't even sure if she was listening, but he couldn't use up too much time. He had to get ready to use his powers and kill, something he hadn't done since his accident with Ella. [/size] B.ao [/size] Who said the darkness was bad ~[/right][/color] As Kratos finished speaking, Bao darted over to where Annika lay and nudged her roughly with his nose. "Come on, get up, lady!" he barked, not even sure if she was going to listen to him. If she didn't, then that was her problem. "Now is not the time to go into hysterics. Suck it up and deal with it on your own time! There are wolves needing your help right now, so unless you plan on letting them and yourself die, I suggest you get up and get a move on it." He wasn't trying to sound harsh, but sometimes it was needed, especially when she was falling to pieces. "Pup!" Bao called, unknowing of her name as his gaze dropped to Etta. "Stick close and I'll keep you out of harms way. I'll make the big bad wolves go away." He moved from his position and kept still as he began to murmur something in a strange language. He had to be smart and he had to be quick before one of the strange wolves tried to attack.
Maniacal laughter rang through the air as dark creatures resembling many different things tore up through the ground, darting around the surrounding area, waiting for the word. Bao shuddered slightly and turned to the shadow fiends, nodded once, and spoke one word. "Attack." It was said quietly, but they heard and that was all they needed as they were unleashed to do their worse. He could only hope they would be able to do a sufficient amount of damage to the enemy. "This could take awhile," he said as he moved back to where Annika and Etta were. "Let's get a little darkness in here, shall we?" he asked, speaking more to himself than to the others. He checked once to see that his little creations were causing a scene before looking back to Annika and Etta. "Just keep close," he said as he worked on bringing up a solid wave of darkness, hoping the enemies didn't hold any sort of light power. "And let's hope they aren't able to see through this," he muttered and hoped for the best. K.aige [/size] The future is irrelevant ~[/left][/color] Evil was present, that was inevitable. Even though he was still a rather good distance away from the cliff, Kaige could tell. You had to be quite foolish not to notice it. His thoughts drifted to back in the day and he found himself wondering if he was ever really truly evil; nothing came to mind. Sure, there were times when he thirsted for nothing but chaos, especially after the tragedy that occurred with his pack and family, but it was never a constant flow of hate and blood lust. He was always able to calm down after a day or two. His rage would come and go like the day turning into night and he could control it, but there were times when he was a ticking time bomb and the smallest thing would set him off. He was better now, but he was not good. He would never be good, that he knew. Some would call him neutral, but he honestly didn't care either way. He wanted nothing to do anyone, he was just a lost cause wandering through a sea of wolves who were all the same whether they knew it or not.
He really didn't know why he was here. He didn't want to be there, but it was almost as if something was pulling him forward, bringing him to where all the madness was taking place. His steps slowed down considerably before coming to a complete stop as he froze in place, though he wasn't sure why. "Something isn't right," [/b] he spoke to himself, nostrils twitching as he sniffed the air. It wasn't just the battle that was taking place, it was something else... something he knew, but didn't know at the same time; it threw him off track. "Oh, come off it," he growled quietly as he forced himself to move on forward. He debated silently in his head whether or not to continue on to the cliff, or to just turn around and leave it all behind. "What the fuck!"[/b] he yelled, disturbing a few crows that sat in a nearby tree. As they flew off cawing madly at him, the feeling that something he knew, but didn't know at the same time came back to him. He decided then he would find out what it was to prevent himself from going mad. If only he didn't care. If only he could have pushed the mild curiosity - wait, when did that happen with him? - away. If only he could have dealt with not knowing. Little did he know, he was about to be in for a surprise - a surprise he would undoubtedly not like. It wouldn't take him long to find out, especially when he was only a few yards behind. What would happen then? If he had known even before he would find out, would he still go or would he turn back? He had a slight hunch then and once more, stopped in his steps. This could turn out in one of two ways - good or bad, so why was it so hard to make a decision? What did he have to lose? "It doesn't matter," he said to himself as he found himself moving forward again. His crimson eyes sought out a figure moving ahead of him, but he couldn't tell who it was. He would find out soon enough, sooner than he expected. His pace quickened slightly in an attempt to grow closer, to find out who it was, but he knew before he got there. How long had it been since he turned his back on her and left? It had been awhile, but there was no mistaking that it was her, and when he was just a yard or two behind her, he spoke in a cool and collected tone. "Fancy seeing you here." [/size][/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Essence on May 13, 2009 20:39:57 GMT -5
Sorin cringed as pain shot through her neck, but the neck instant, she stood upright, next to her Ribbon. She watched as it 'disappeared' to the other wolves, instead returning to her. She frowned. It only did that when wolves died. That meant- She looked over, letting out a sharp gasp. Her fur around her neck was red, darker red that her fur normally was. A pool of the thing was forming around her head, her green eyes staring off into a sightless gaze. They were glazed over. She shivered, padding up to her body, sniffing it. No scent came to her. She drew her head back in disgust, than heard what the male said about her. She turned her eyes to him, anger flaring. She knew she was dead. She was more or less in limbo until the Goddess of Death came to pick her up. "Say that to my face, you asshole! If I were alive I'd rip you a new one!" She shouted, surprised when the words reverted to her native tongue. She had grown so use to speaking in English, she spoke it normally... But here, she spoke in her native tongue. Interesting. She turned, watching the scene. She frowned when she saw Shakun's reaction. "Anger makes you blind, idiot. And a easy target" She watched as he was attacked, and stiffened. If he was attacked, then... She turned her head to look over at Kratos and the others. They didn't seem to get it too heavily, most of the wolves surrounding Shakun. She blinked, looking closer at the wolf she had called Dumbass more than once. What was that around him? She turned to Shakun, finding the same thing. "Oh..." she muttered. Of course, she had heard that ghosts can see auras. Duh. She turned back to Kratos, nodding. His was different than the others, and the nameless wolf she had ignored before. "They are Gods." Sorin spun around, but no figure came. She blinked, looking to the sky. It was no different than it was before. She had heard it, she might be dead, but she wasn't insane. Unless everyone was insane after they were dead... but if that was so, then why did they say one's brain stopped working after death? Ugh, her head was starting to hurt.
When no voice returned, she looked back at what was happening. She could see the three Gods as the approached Annika, and she growled softly at them... Even if they couldn't hear her. "Jackass! Learn some fucking manners!" She shouted, padding up to the male that spoke to the she-wolf. She stood in front of him, folding her ears against her head. She let out a loud growl this time, reading herself to attack. God or not, she wasn't about to let him hurt anyone that way. It wasn't like he could do anything to her. She was dead. Shit. That meant she couldn't touch him either.
Then, the voice spoke up once more. "Greetings, Sorin." Sorin turned, her native language brushing against her ears. This time she did see a shape, but could only make it out to be a wolf. She turned quickly, roughly dipping her head as she padded away from the three Gods. It had been a while since she paid respect to anyone. "Greetings, Mother of all Amasites." She spoke softly, turning her gaze to her paws. She looked very puppyish for once, innocent even. "Ma'am, I assume we are off to have my soul renewed?" She asked, feeling very small next to the Goddess. "No." Sorin looked up out of surprise. Souls that didn't go with the Goddess were left to roam the Earth forever... Like those wolves she killed. Her heart sank. No, she couldn't become one of those souls... could she? "No, silly Sorin." Sorin turned her gaze back to her paws, feeling foolish. But, then what happened? No wolves ever came back, they never got to share their account of what happened. There were only stories, myths. "Until now." Okay, this whole mind-reading thing was getting annoying. But, what did she mean? "Stop adverting your eyes, please." Sorin looked up, but it felt wrong. She felt the urge to look back down, but refused it as she looked into the dark swarm she expected to be the Goddess of Death, instantly feeling more dream-like. "Awaken, young one." Sorin looked at her confused, and then a unfamiliar warmth spread through her body, starting at her paws. She looked down at them in confusion, than up at the Goddess. Why was everything glowing? What was happening to her? Why wasn't she being taken to see Kit! "Kit has revenge issues"
Sorin jumped, blinking. "Watch your step, young one." "Hey, hold up!" She shouted as the wolf began to move away. "What does this mean? She asked, wide-eyed. She didn't want to be a wondering spirit. No, not now... Not after eighteen years of finding out who she was. No... "Calm down, Goddess of Souls. You'll be returning to your body soon." Sorin froze, blinking. She had to be mistaken. Her? A Goddess? Yeah right. No way. She had to have meant someone else. The last Goddess of Souls died over two hundred years before, there was none. "A reincarnation, and a pretty good one at that. Though, the last one wasn't one of my Children's children. And no, Sorin, I am not bringing you back. You are bringing yourself back." The goddess stated as she drifted off, her last word hanging in the air. Sorin just stood there dumbstruck. She was a... what? She was doing... what? As Sorin tried to process this, she was drawn to her body, and unknowingly, walked toward it. Her eyes were blank, surprise unhidden. "And Sorin, you are immortal now. No need to worry about dying in battle, so don't hide your emotions. It pains me when my Children's children do that." Sorin stopped, looking up. It pained her? She gave a small smile, as an apology, before her paw brushed her lifeless body. Sorin drew in a ragged breath, her eyes flowing life back into them. Even then, she just stared blankly at the sky. She had died with her eyes open, her mouth in a snarl.. and she couldn't move. Her body felt so heavy, she couldn't even blink. Her breathing was nonexistent, all she could do was watch the scene before her. You're dead It took pure will for her to turn her eyes to Shakun, watching the battle between him and the wolf that had killed her. She tried to say something-anything, but nothing came from her throat. Not even air. She was still dead. Her heart wasn't beating, but she could see, think, and process what was going on. What happened? She was dead, yet back in her body. The Goddess said that Sorin would bring herself back but... what now? She was still dead. Her lips were still drawn back in a silent snarl, blood still seeped from her neck, her neck was still broken, and her eyes still looked glassy. What now? "Breathe life into yourself, young one." What? Wait, that was the Goddess. She had been laughing as she said that. Did she think this was funny? Sorin was stuck in her own dead body! Anger flared in her stomach, but she quieted it. One step at a time.. Breath of Life, she had heard it before... but where? Oh... Breath of Life came from one's soul. If Sorin could have blinked, she would have. She watched as her Ribbon appeared more or less out of thin air above her, dropping to cover her broken body. Darkness swam around her, warmth filling her body. She felt like she was falling, then, slowly, a thud told her that her heart had made it, with a wave of pain to accompany it.
She jumped up to a sitting position, her entire body in pure pain. She wanted to scream out, just to unleash it all, but then she heard Shakun. "Dead" She looked up, squinting her eyes to try and focus. Her eyesight was poor, blurred by the pain. Wait- did Shakun have wings? Now she knew she was seeing things. This must all be a dream. Yeah, that worked. It was all a dream. But why did she feel so awful? She stood up, wincing from the pain. Her bones and muscles felt like they have been taken out, rearranged, taken out, and set back the right way, twice.
Sorin looked down at the pool of her blood, and let out a sharp gasp. She looked down at her throat, the wound gone, left in its place a small scar. Her neck was whole again, she could move... she was alive! Her Soul Ribbon, as though in response, danced around her spinning and turning in mid-air. She laughed, really laughed at it, watching the movements. She didn't control it anymore. It was its own soul... Her soul, on the loose. She paused in her laughter, looking at the red ribbon. As she did so, it dropped from the dance, coming to wrap itself around her throat. It was her soul, it would still listen to her.. yes. Then she heard the gasps. Puzzled, she spun around at where the sound came from, folding her ears against her head as she stared at the rapist wolves. They had a look of shock on their faces, if one could call it that. Their faces were so decayed, she could barely tell. "What?" She snapped. Her throat, it still hurt. Her body, every movement was of pure pain. But she was alive. She would never take that for granted again, never. Not after seeing the Goddess herself. No. Wait- the Goddess still laughed at her! Sorin frowned for a moment, then returned to what was happening. She didn't feel so great and Goddess-like. She felt like she had just gotten killed and resurrected... Maybe because she had... but that was not the point! "Never seen a Amasite bite with their head cut off?" She asked, her cruel smile returning to her lips. No, this wasn't the same. It was anger. It was hate, it was anger, hate, and pure fire that burned in her soul at the moment. As though in response, her Soul Ribbon felt hot against her neck, but she paid it no mind. There was these things to kill. Just looking at them, she could tell if they were cruel. She could tell what they wanted, as though they all had a Soul Ribbon of their own. They all wanted what they couldn't have. All of them.
"You Bastards killed me. You didn't almost kill me. I saw the Goddess of Death, morons. You Fucking Killed Me!" She shouted, anger flaring. And then she turned to the three Gods she had seen before. "And as for you-" she trailed off, padding up to them. "Learn some manners. Is that any way to treat a lady? Get. A. Life. Gods or not. Stop torturing this poor girl and find someone else to be your fucking puppet. She has a life, stop trying to ruin it for her just because you are jealous she has a life and you don't. It's not that hard to find one, you know. And if you Assholes try to make one move, you will no longer have a head." She shouted, aiming her last comment at the wolves behind her. As though to strengthen the comment, her Soul Ribbon uncurled itself from her neck and did flips in the air above her head, doing them fast enough even she had a hard time keeping up with it. Wait- no! She needed to stay focused. She turned her green gaze to Annika. "And you shouldn't be so willing to let them do this to you. You should put up a fight for what you want, not backing down and letting someone else control your life. Really, pathetic!" She snapped, turning back to the three Gods. She glared at them, anger flaring in her stomach. She would have to deal with them later. "Now, if you don't mind, I have a life to get back to." She growled, spinning around and running back into the masses of males. Her anger flared, and it felt odd. The pain was enough to drive her insane, but, something else stirred. She wasn't about to let pain get to her. She let out a growl, looking up at the Soul Ribbon above her. She froze when she saw it, watching it shift colors like a rainbow. What the heck was that? No matter, she needed to kill these things. Sorin lifted her head, watching as the Soul Ribbon separated, shooting off in different directions. Her jaw dropped as several of them flew around her, forming a twister of colorful Ribbons before spreading out, shooting at several different evil wolves. She closed her eyes, unsure if she had hit anyone else, but when she opened them, only the rapist wolves were one the ground in pain. "Oh, this is fun!" She said, nearly bouncing up and down. This was new to her, but she still nearly screamed with every moment. And she hadn't turned to Shakun until then. She turned to him, grinning. "Thanks for killing that bastard. And, cute wings." She said, turning back to the pup and other wolves, frowning when she found them gone, and what was left in their place. "But, I think we should get out of here... After all, there will be plenty more." She muttered, glancing at Shakun, then at the wolves that surrounded them, including the ones that laid dead as the Soul Ribbon slowly began to reconnect itself. "Any bright ideas as to how to get us out, though?" She frowned, blinking. She didn't even think that it might have been weird that she had been dead not ten minutes ago. And popping up without a explanation... Poor Skakun.
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Post by Scriptureous~ on May 14, 2009 0:51:11 GMT -5
Rushing breath whispered in Shakun’s lungs and his heartbeat roared in his ears. Wolves flickered across his range of vision, flashing yellowed teeth and dangerous eyes before melting back into the shadows. The pain in his muscles and wounds were dull and far away like a wave rolling and dying before it hit a distant shore. Everything in his body screamed at him to stop and sleep and drown out the world, but he couldn’t. Spirits of the dead wolves were rising up and staring at him intently, like he was just on the boundaries of moving on to the next world. Everything closed in around him like the smooth coils of a snake crushing the breath from his body. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, but at least he wouldn’t die in vain. The other wolves would be able to escape along with the little one to safety. That was it. His body had nearly reached its limits and he would fight to the bitter end. "Anger makes you blind, idiot. And an easy target." Shakun was as far from anger as a snail from its destination. All he felt was the numbness of battle and pain that ripped up his body. ”Nice to see you too,” he whispered, not understanding her words. He turned his eyes to her spirit blindly with a dim smile, pushing through the fuzz to the real world.
The offensive tools were closing in from every direction, crowding him to the center of their loosely formed ring and massing together around the edges to block off all escape routes. His bright blue eyes skimmed over them briefly before he retreated into the dullness of his body. Weariness was crushing him down into a blunt, naked void of darkness that was welcoming him into its cold embrace. The more his legs trembled, the more he fought to stay on his paws and fight. He couldn’t fall before taking another one of the greasy monsters with him. Shakun glanced fleetingly at Sorrin’s inanimate cadaver, watching the dark blood seep from the fatal injury in her neck and form a small puddle around it. ”A corpse is just a shell and the only thing that matters is the soul.” He thought back to the words of his grandfather Ealdræd, the wolf that had told him countless times that he belonged to none. Those words had so much meaning, but he still didn’t understand the whole of them. After wordlessly staring at the corpse in a silent vigil his glassy eyes rested on Sorin’s filmy ghost. Only the soul matters. Nothing else. He wondered how she saw him now that her eyes were clear. Was he as tainted and ugly as he felt?”Look at that wolf. He is nearly dead of exhaustion,” one wolf whispered to his neighbor. ”We should have no problem with this son of a bitch.” He looked over the massive hulking white wolf keenly. He was a sad sight to see with a coat stained almost black with a mingled mess of blood from himself and their fallen comrades. He had his eyes squinched closed and had taken a crouching defensive posture. ”He’ll be easy to kill,” he murmured lustily. ”Bit off more than he could chew,” his neighbor muttered back. All around the circle they were moving in by cautious inches and whispering excitedly to one another. It would only be a matter of time before one of them attacked and a matter of minutes before the bastard finally died. ”He sure took enough of us down with him.” The other wolf tossed his head scathingly. ”He was trained to fight, but it did him no good in the end. His anger and reckless fighting got the best of him.” It took a bold step forward.Whispering plagued the circle like the ghost of hope that had been stolen from him by the thieves that were leering at him from the circle. He pressed his ears flat and closed his eyes tight like a frightened pup. Shakun crouched lower to the ground in a safe position, listening close to their dreadful words. The quiet conversations reminded him of the stinging words of his Aunt Praxis, a bitch so hard she was bare of any kindness. ”You’re a filthy maggot that’s lower than dirt. If my father weren’t soft, I would have killed you the moment that you were born.” She had towered above him like a rank pillar of plague, and all that he could think was that she was going to kill him anyways. These wolves were worse than the promise of death. They were the promise of a brutal death that they would savor to the very last curse and scream. Shakun wouldn’t give them the pleasure of hearing his screams before he died. He would leave them disappointed as a starving turkey vulture when its prey didn’t decompose fast enough. One soul bolder than the rest chanced a whole step closer and he reacted without thinking, driving it back with a leaden paw.”He’s still fighting,” it growled. ”This is one of the noble ones.” Taunting hisses punctuated its words. ”Why don’t you just lay down and give up? They’re all going to die soon anyways. We’ll make sure of that for you.” The thing churned up its mouth in a callous smirk. ”And then we’ll take your females and have our way with them,” a drooling brave whispered greedily. More of them were growing bold and were sharply nipping their opponent and jumping back to avoid slowing counter blows. ”That little one won’t know what hit her,” it said, trying to enrage him further. He suddenly dug his paws into the soft, malleable soil and surged forwards with a lusty snarl full of malice.”That little one won’t know what hit her.” Nothing could enrage him anymore. Shakun was dead to the world that he knew, panting with the effort of standing up straight. There was nothing worse than the humiliation of having to show weakness. If he was only a god like his uncle than he might have stood a better chance against the influx of wolves. Where had they all come from anyways? By the smell of them they came straight from the devil’s mouth. Maybe the reason they were so horrible and disgusting was because they bred so fast that they didn’t give a damn what they smelled like as long as they had females to force into having their pups. His eyes shot open and he moved with the last of his strength to meet his impending doom. "Never seen an Amasite bite with their head cut off?" Before his teeth met flesh there was a commotion and a series of synchronized gasps. The things around him scattered, giggling raucously to themselves as they fled the lurking shadows that threatened to black out Shakun’s vision. What’s going on? he thought sluggishly. It sounded like Sorin, but it couldn’t be her because she sounded alive.
”Sorin?” he gasped fuzzily, turning his slowly fading vision on her. This can’t be right. Last time I saw her she was bleeding on the ground, and now she’s not quite so dead.’ There were so many questions he wanted to ask, but he knew there was no time. They had to get out of there before both of them died- her again. "Oh, this is fun!" Was she crazy? Was she really having that much fun while others were suffering or worse? Thanks for killing that bastard. And, cute wings." That was it. She was stark raving mad. Or maybe he was. Firstly, his wings were definitely not cute. Secondly, he was seeing her alive and kicking up dust and before she had been quite dead. Unless she really was still dead and he was just hallucinating. The scent of blood was nauseating in his nose; it was quite possible he was going to faint very soon. "But, I think we should get out of here... After all, there will be plenty more." Finally she got it! Maybe she wasn’t quite as crazy as he thought she was. "Any bright ideas as to how to get us out, though?" She was asking him? Him, the one that was having trouble just standing up? His lips pulled back in the dumbest grin that had ever made its way onto his face and his eyes turned glassy. ”Se ivyrymuoz, Sorin, but I think you’re going to have to be the one to get yourself out of here. I don’t think I’m going to make it...” His words trailed off faintly. His last thought before he sank into unconsciousness was that he was standing there with someone who was supposed to be dead.Etta’s heartbeat was drumming in her ears like the wings of a hummingbird. Left and right there was blood. Everywhere that she looked there was blood and wolves falling into the sweet embrace of death. Her fur was sticking up every which-way in a deep expression of her fear. Again she saw her mother and father fall before the hatred of war, their blood staining her memory. The expression of terror that had haunted the face of her brother as he slipped into the waiting arms of the ocean was mirrored in her own expression. Thousands of questions raced through her mind, drowning in the tide of fear that washed over her like a paralyzing venom. "Close your eyes, young one. You needn't to watch this war. Not for some years to come." She stared almost disbelievingly at the green eyes of the female that was so rude and yet so kind. A glittering tear sparkled beneath one large eye before she closed them tight against the torrent of ugly images that invaded her head.
Then she heard the female scream and knew without a doubt that she had been snatched away as mercilessly as her family. Another glittering tear followed the other. She barely heard Annika’s protests to the male and was locked deep within a safe place in her mind, tuning out everything but the dull hum inside of her head. “Come, Etta.” She barely heard the words and didn’t understand until Annika started moving away. Her evergreen eyes flew open and she flew up onto her paws, scrambling after her only to stop when she did. Some kind of huge creature was blocking her path. Etta didn’t like the looks of it and hid herself as well as she could behind Annika, peering out from behind her distrustfully. He started speaking to her in a different language and she could feel Annika’s agitation. When she fell over on the ground Etta jumped back with a shout and glared dolefully at the god. "Yne cvsp inw! Yne cvsp inw avxp yps osi vqc lpph gn zvc!" she screamed, cold to everything but anger. "Inw vsp qntykqr zwt v rspvt zhwzzpsi onevsc tspvtkqr yps tykg evi!"
What started as a tear turned into the waterworks, spilling into a thousand tears shed by an innocent soul. When Bao came near her she drew away from him, baring her teeth as if he was an enemy. She had no idea who he was or what he was saying, and she turned to look up at Kratos. They wanted her to follow Bao, she knew it, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave Annika’s side. She couldn’t leave the wolf no matter how long she lay there in the dirt crying. Etta lay her wet cold nose on Annika, crying feebly with her and for her. She wanted so badly to comfort her, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. There was nothing that she could say that would do anything to alleviate the despair in her friend’s heart and she knew it. She hated watching her suffer so much. “Annika,” she whispered, scrunching her eyes closed to keep out Bao’s darkness.
”"Anaav, uhpvgp rpt wu." The words left her mouth before she knew what she was saying. At that point she didn’t care. She was living in her memories, seeing her mother lifeless on the ground. She felt the warm blood on her nose again as she touched her with her nose and the despair that burdened her heart when she realized that she was gone forever. She saw her father stir and lay still and the steady drip of blood from his wounds. She woke from the images and pawed her friend with growing intensity, whimpering feebly to herself the whole time.OutOfCrime||
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Post by --> S u s a n on May 14, 2009 10:36:19 GMT -5
Why?
Annika’s crying had softened to the point where no tears fell from her eyes. She felt her body get stiff when she heard Kratos’ voice. He wanted to know why; did he want to know why she was acting like this? Or did he want to know why she killed her pervious mate. She closed her eyes; she couldn’t even force herself to look at him. She didn’t want to feel like this, she loathed it so much. She just couldn’t help it, she could have her powers ripped once again – and this time for good – a Yuurie-Dao was not allowed to have a flicker of darkness linger in their heart. She dug her claws into the ground, but did not speak to his why. She just lay there, helplessly upon the ground, afraid of losing everything. No, no, why, why? Shruikan, why would you play just a wicked twist upon my eyes? You made me kill Kyros, but yet, in the end it was my fault…because I believed. She thought in a bitterly tongue. She no longer wanted to face everyone, especially Kratos. She did not want to see his reaction. She would rather lose everyone around her then him look down. She believed she couldn’t handle that, no matter what, he was the one she least wanted to hear the truth. Then again, would she have told him? She was not sure. She just didn’t know. She waited to see Shruikan’s reply to Kratos’ words, but when she finally forced herself to look up she saw that Shruikan had left along with the other two Gods. She still did not look at Kratos.
Annika’s heart broke when Kratos spoke to her in that tone. She turned her head, not dare looking at him. She knew it, he was angry with her. Or perhaps, he was just confused? She didn’t know. She didn’t want to be like this; after all it was in the middle of a war. Worst place to have a mental breakdown. Etta…the pup’s name rung in her ears, but she did not listen to Kratos. She did not get up and move to the pup, even though deep down inside knew that Etta should be her first priority right now. I’m sorry, Etta. I’m not strong enough. She thought to herself as she closed her eyes.
Then suddenly the words of everyone around her rung in her ears, wolves who did not know her, told her to get up. Told her to stop being like this, to deal with it on her own times. Deep down inside she knew they were right? She was pathetic. That was the only word she could describe for herself. Even though they spoke, she did not move. She was afraid. Though she was not really sure what she was afraid off. She remained in that spot; time did not matter anymore, what did matter? Nothing, that was until she could hear Etta’s voice, which just melted her head. She lifted her head up and turned to look at the small pup. “Etta…” she whispered her voice no higher then a whisper. She had neglected her. She was supposed to protect her, she promised, and she fell apart. “K'a gn gnssi, uhpvgp lnsrkfp ap.” She whispered as she pushed herself up from the ground. She felt weak and wobbly. She turned to look at Etta and forced out a smile. She didn’t want to make her worry no more.
She turned her head and for the first time looked at Kratos. She kept that calm look, for Etta’s sake, but deep down inside she was dying. She wasn’t sure what he thought about her now. Their…odd friendship…or whatever it was has changed forever and she feared it was because the worst. She knew he had other things to attend to right now – like the war. The battle became her, she knew that, but then why did she feel like this? Why did she secretly wish that he would drop everything and come to see if she was alright? She knew it was selfish and it was wrong, but still…
She turned her head toward Etta. “Gtvi ohngp tn ap, hktthp nqp.” She whispered as she made her way over to Bao and to Kratos, lingering near them. She made sure Etta was near her. She turned to look at Etta. She had done this before. She had put a front before. She would close up her heart and hold into the pain, at least for now. Now she had to be strong, if not for anyone else, but at least for Etta. The one she had grown so found off. She turned to look at Bao and over to Kratos. “Do your best, don’t worry, I’ll protect Etta.” She said in a stern tone to make them know that she meant business. “Come, Etta.” She whispered to her as she turned around and began to walk away out of their way, she wanted to fight, but she had to protect Etta. However after she got behind them she halfway looked at Kratos and at the ground.
“I’m sorry I did not tell you, Kratos.” She whispered. “I did not want you to find out the truth like this, because…I was afraid…am afraid of what you’ll think of me after finding out what I have done. Even though we’ve known each other for a short time, your opinion of me, means more to me then anyone else.”
She turned away from him and looked at Eta. “Are you ready, dear?” She asked her with a small frail smile. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen. All she knew is she had to protect Etta. She knew that was what mattered most. She did not turn back to look at Kratos, instead she kept her eyes upon Etta. She was not sure if he was going to reply to her words or not, and if he did, she was afraid of what he would say.
Kali froze when the words reached her ears. At first she did not want to believe it. She could not believe it. After all how long it been? More then she could count, that was for sure. It took her several minutes before she slowly turned her head to look at Kaige. The one who had left her, but she deserved it. The one who fathered her children. The one who took her breath away. This was the second time they met in this land by chance, although the last meeting was more a happy reunion. She watched him, without speaking, feeling the blood drip off her drenched coat. She cleared her throat, pinning her ears back upon her head. She was not sure what she was supposed to think about this odd enouncement. For all she knew this could be one freaky dream she was having, or perhaps it was just a hallucination, the drive of blood must have gotten to the point she was imagining things. Yet, it felt so real.
“Kaige…” She said in a calm voice. She dug her claws into to the ground; because he was hear it made her lust for blood rise even more. Damn it. She thought to herself, but she kept her self composed and did not winch as she looked at Kaige. She still couldn’t believe it. “Yes, it is an odd chance that we meet here…after so many years.” She agreed with him with a nod of her head. She wasn’t quite sure what to say to him. She felt her body go numb, but perhaps that was because she was ignoring the screaming in her ears that told her she needed more blood. If he had known what she had been doing since they had broken off, would he think of her to be insane? Sometimes she questioned her sanity. She sat down upon the ground, wrapping her tail around herself. Ignore. That’s all she had to do. Was it ignoring it.
“What are you doing here?” She asked him in a voice that did not belong to her. It he’d a bitter tone in it, but that was not because she was angry, it was the hunger drive. Before around Kaige she acted differently, she had changed so much before and after she met Kaige. She was a whore before him, a whiny brat with him, and now what? A raging lunatic which feasted off of blood? She did not blame Kaige though. Not one did she blame him. Yes, sometimes she was angry with him since she grown to know him. However, in the end, she always blamed her stupidity for getting in the mess anyway. She sat there and waited for his answer. She wandered if he was just wandering around and happened to stumble upon this land. She figured that had to be, no doubt he would come back to remember, because their were dark memories lingering in this land that quickly overshadowed the good ones. I did not come back for the memories, I'm not even sure why I'm here. I just happened to come upon this land. Kali thought to herself as she closed her eyes. There were so many memories that lingered in this forest - as well as another land. The land in which she first met Kaige, she had not been there since she left him. Sometimes it just felt like a dream, after all it had been such a long time. It was almost as if it had never happened.
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Post by Essence on May 14, 2009 19:21:37 GMT -5
" Se ivyrymuoz, Sorin, but I think you’re going to have to be the one to get yourself out of here. I don’t think I’m going to make it..." Sorin froze as she heard the words. Not going to...? It was only then that she really saw him, his battered body, how he was on the edge of death. And then he collapsed, and she let out a shark growl, jumping to his body as the rapist wolves moved to close in on him. "You bastards take one more step, and you will all be dead. If you do not leave, you will be dead. Get your filthy, decaying asses out of my sight!" She shouted, arching her back much like a cat would as she looked at the wolves around her. Anger coursed through her veins, causing her vision to become blurry. No. Rage made one blind. She forced herself to calm, raising her head calmly. Her heart pounded in her ears, but she ignored it. She ignored the pain that shot through her body every time she moved, she ignored it all. "Fine. Pray to your Gods and Goddesses. For I know the Amasite Goddess will not be happy when she gets you. Your kind killed one of her Son's daughters." She allowed herself a cruel grin as she looked at the wolves, then the Soul Ribbon that had found its way around her neck once more uncurled, circling her in a way she knew too well. This attack was normally her final one, the one that put her on the edge of death often. It took more out of the soul than one would think. She closed her eyes, more or less calling to her soul. It sped up, still shifting colors until it spread into a colorful twister. It grew up into the skies, towering about the monster wolves. Then, the wall of light fell, bringing up with it a wave, flat, and nearly fifty feet wide, turning counter-clockwise from where she stood. As it passed the small group, it jumped over them, but otherwise swiping the wolves around them down, leaving them without legs, head, or merely cut in half. Then, as it completed the circled, the Soul Ribbon shrunk, fading into a near transparent color-shifting form, wrapping tightly around her throat. Then she stumbled, opening her eyes as she caught herself. She looked at what she had done, no expression on her face. She was tired, no.. that was a understatement. She felt like she could die right then and there, and not care. The land around her was littered with bodies, screaming in pain. This was how she had been nearly killed in her first fight. She had used that attack early on in the battle, only then she passed out from it, and the wolves jumped on her like she was their prey. Now, she was older, and a 'Goddess', so, she supposed that is what kept her only on the edge of passing out. She turned her eyes to Shakun's still form, eye softening. No wolf should have died. She should've used the attack before. Then she would have died, and Shakun wouldn't have had to push himself so hard. Now he laid at her paws, shattered. "Poor mutt." She whispered, for some reason her heart sinking. Then she noticed more of the wolves picking their way through their dead, and she turned, snapping her jaws at them. They were trying to reform the circle, but she wasn't going to hear of it. "Get the hell out of here unless you want to end up like your friends," she snarled, fur rising off her back. She watched as the wolves stopped, looking from one to the other, and then laugh. "We have got what we came for. Four so far, more to come before this war ends." She shivered at their words, but didn't shift positions as they walked around her, disappearing into the forest. They were gone. Sorin looked around at the dead, sadness filling her eyes. So many dead... So many. They littered the Cliff. She took a deep breath, then looked at Shakun. Would he have wanted to die? If he stayed here, without anyone to heal him, he would die. Or so she thought. She shuddered at the thought, but swallowed roughly. Could she do it? Seers had passed through many times in her youth, her getting a chance to talk to them. One of them said... that calling of the Soul could keep one on Earth, in their body. But if she did that, would he be trapped in his body like she was with her's? Why was she thinking this? How did she even know he was dead? She padded forward, bending down to look at him. "You are alive, idiot, I highly suggest you wake up." She said calmly... No response. She didn't expect one. She frowned though, shifting her weight. She stood in front of him, staring at his face. He didn't smell of death, but that didn't mean anything. " Beo yaggaz ya ifzutsg, winnug. Beo zalamtaw nb waigs, U'n um beoz wayg. U xim'g kib gsig wayg ur beo iza waiw. " She muttered, lying where she stood, watching Shakun. She flattened her ears against her head, staring at him unblinkingly. She owed him her life, for he had revenged her's. Even if she was now alive again, it didn't matter. If he died because of it... Sorin would have to follow. It was another curse laid on the Amasites, but, it wasn't that that made her agree to it. It was just... honor. If she backed down from it, if she could, she would be a weakling. Not fit to live. But could a Goddess die? She frowned, lost in thought. The way her Ribbon looked, she concluded yes. If Shakun ended up dead, she would have to be killed to. The Goddess would see to it. But, Sorin would take a few of those other wolves with her. That put a smile on her face. But, she was a Goddess? She was still shocked. There was no way, but, she was alive.. It had to be true.. But why her? She had killed her alpha. She had seen her only friend, and closest thing to a mate, die. And now he haunted her. She had closed off her heart for so long, she had been a empty shell. She had killed more than she could count, just today. She had disgraced the Amasite name, and yet, the Goddess was proud of her. Why? There were several Amasites she could think of at this moment that deserved it more than she did. Why her? She wasn't worthy. She was a shell, and empty thing waiting to be filled, but never was. She never let anyone close enough to do that. Yet, here she was, after being dead. The Goddess herself saying Sorin was a Soul Goddess. What the hell did that mean anyways? Now she could tell if someone's soul was polluted, but big whoop. She could somewhat do that before. She was immortal, until she killed herself. That was good... But Amasites could live up to 200 anyways. Would she want to live that long? She had seen so much in her eighteen years already... Shit, this hurt. She winced as she lifted her head, pain shooting through her body. Was this how it would always feel? Or was it just because she had died and come back? She laid her back down, relaxing her body. Wait- that was movement. Shakun was breathing. So he was alive. Sorin smiled a little, jumping to her feet as she padded away from him, lying down a few feet away. She curled up, to where she tucked her nose under her leg. Her Soul Ribbon spread out, covering her like a fabric as thin as a spider's web. She would deal with all this when she woke up later, for the time being, there was no danger, and sleep asked her to join it so kindly. She accepted the invitation, and soon she was sleeping, a dreamless sleep. The pain faded away, her muscles that were tense ever since she walked on the lands relaxing. A undisturbed calm crossed her face, making her look like a calm, red wolf. Now her fur was stained with black, sticking together as the blood dried. Her own blood dried on her neck, sticking it to her skin. It was easy to spot, it was red, unlike the black of rotten wolves, and it was darker than her fur. A burning stirred her slightly, but she quickly fell under the spell of sleep once more. However, if one looked at her, there was a new marking on her face, one that showed 'No end'. It positioned itself above the cross that stood for her pack symbol, standing out in a color other than black. It was pure white.AudriaI look into myself, To find my own heart has been changed[/size] Audria awoke, dazed. Several of those beasts surrounded her, but only a few were looking at her. The others were staring at several other wolves, others chatting. She didn't move. In fact, she only opened her eyes in slits. This was the center of the pack. She could tell, there was so much commotion. Laughter, which she couldn't call laughter, and so much lust. She could almost smell it in the air. Her body was cold, as though all heat had left her. Then she heard growls, a shout, and all the male wolves when running in one direction, leaving her unguarded. She could hear snarling, someone shouting to secure the female, and then she jumped up, taking off into the woods. She ran like she had never ran in her life, she ran blindly. She didn't know what they had done to her, she didn't want to know. She wanted to escape. She wanted to run. She wanted to get away. She had to go- anywhere but here. Audria didn't stop running for some time, until she saw the sky darkening. Finally the day was drawing to a end. She looked about her, noting the lake that stood not far from her. She shivered, suddenly wanting to bathe in it. She smelt of those disgusting things... And so she did, stepping into the warm water, dunking under. She swam along the surface of the water, until she met the other side of the lake. Then she rolled in the water until her fur was caked with mud, masking any scent. She continued the process many times, trying to ignore the shouts that rang in her ears. To ignore the fact she had run like a coward. To ignore the fact she had undoubtly been raped.[/color] Evelyn; Let the Flames BeginEvelyn snarled at the males that surrounded her. How dare they. One of that had tried- No, she dare not think of it. She spun around several times, until her eyes found the one who had attacked her. His throat was split open, black blood seeping into the ground. His blood splattered on her lips, on her muzzle... it was the first wolf life she had taken, and now she needed more. She needed to kill, she needed to see these things dead. She lunged for one, going for the neck. He had been surprised, as the first one had, and fell easily. More wolves came at her, her striking them down one by one. They were not going to hurt her. They were not going to touch her. They were all going to die. She jumped with the speed of a Purity, them matching her speed. But she was just a little faster, just a little stronger. She was killing them. Seven wolves laid at her paws, and another one adding to them. Her eyes were black with fury, and the taste of wolf blood. she could taste it, even though their blood was rotten. They were living, she could taste it. She needed more of it. She killed and killed again, jumping from one body to another. They would all die. She would make sure of it. Then she saw the mangled body of a female wolf, and her madness stopped. The male wolves looked at her with a weary expression, and she growled at them, going to the sleeping form of another female. She quickly picked the female up by her neck, dragging her away from the males. They didn't try to stop her, but they followed her as she dragged the other female through the forest, waiting for the moment when she was open. She never faltered a step, even though her blood was already healing the wounds she received from fighting the males. She wasn't going to let them win. She was never going to do that. She would kill them all. Before this ended, this pack would be dead.
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Post by --> S u s a n on May 14, 2009 20:26:08 GMT -5
Skyla was not sure how long she was running, it felt like years, her legs were burning, but she kept on going. The memories of what Jactor did to her haunted in her mind, but she couldn’t let that get to her, at least not know anyway…and then there was Kainam. She had no idea what had happened back there, why he had been so kind and gentle with her, when he could have easily killed her. Well, whatever it was, it wouldn’t happen again. She kept pressing herself forward, ignoring the numbness in her legs. She was still hurt, blood covered her coat, but she couldn’t feel it. She had been gone for hours, perhaps even longer; she was not sure how long she had been knocked out. Oh God, please let them still be okay. She thought as she quickly made her way to the pack members who had wandered upon the Suicide Cliff. Father, she thought as she closed her eyes while running, please watch over me and guide me. I don’t think I can do this without you. I need your help
Soon she finally managed to make it back to the Suicide Cliff were she saw the demons who looked a lot like Jactor. Damnit it they made it here before I did. What kind of Alphess do I look like showing like late like this? She kept on going forward; she had to forget about the days events with Jactor and Kainam. The pack was her main priority at the moment. She paused in her steps as she seen a group of those disgusting creatures that looked just like Jactor. She saw two wolves attacking them and a group huddled together – she noticed on of them was Annika. Ah, good thing she is okay. She thought to herself, she had been worried about her friend. Now, my revenge. She thought she began to race forward. Her target was a smaller looking creature that had been just looking instead of fighting. She pounced forward, and tackled him to the ground, even though he was much larger then her. The main reason she was able to take him down was because of the surprise.
She turned her head and looked up at the other wolves. “Am I late to the party?” She asked as she stood upon the now pissed wolf that began to push himself off the ground. Skyla jumped off of him before he could do anything else. She would fight. She didn’t have physical powers, and perhaps didn’t have much physical strength – but she was far from weak. That is what they expected of her, however. They expected her to be weak, but they were greatly mistaken. “Now, it’s my turn.” She hissed as she turned toward the male who was now coming toward her, she jumped out of his way the first time he attacked, but the second time his claws got hold of her face, causing her to fall into the ground. She hissed as her face stung and blood dripped from her new wounds.
“Is that all you got?” She asked as she pinned her ears back upon her head and jumped up for his neck. She latched on and began to shake, feeling her fangs break skin and the blood from his wound pour into his wound. He tried to shake her off, but she kept biting harder. She began to scratch with her front paws, trying to wound any part of his body. It felt like a few minutes she was attacking him, but for all she knew a few seconds might have went by before he managed to shake her off. She fell to the ground, managing to land upon her feet.
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Post by Scriptureous~ on May 16, 2009 18:54:37 GMT -5
Font HEX= FFFF66Brown, gray, brown, gray-green... the colors were all wrong. Where had the bright warm shades of summer gone? The little wolf tilted back her head to look up at the billowing clouds spreading their gray fingers over the sky. If only she could have the power to shift the weather instead of her measly healing ability. She felt an overwhelming feeling of careening out of control like a bird that had its wings clipped. She had absolutely no control over her future and there was nothing she could do to improve or aggravate the situation. Dragonfly had woken up to a world of chaos. She could feel the anger and tension in the air like static electricity and the smell of blood was sharp in her nose. Beneath that she could smell something subtly... worse. She was drawn to the battle like one of the gore-crows or ravens circling slowly above the ravage looking for eyeballs or flesh to pick off corpses. She felt she would be needed for the fight purely for her healing ability since she sure as hell wasn’t fit for fighting. Dragonfly was a tiny little female and had absolutely no other value to add to a war.
She padded on single mindedly, holding her tail aloft almost like a cat’s. Where was she going to go first? There was death everywhere, but she headed for the place where she smelt the greatest amount of blood. Silence weighed down on her like a smothering blanket. She felt prickling on the back of her neck and couldn’t help but look around once to make sure she wasn’t being followed. Dragonfly quickened her pace, feeling the tingling along her spine grow stronger and turn into shivers. The smell of something much darker than death was rancid in the air. She saw shifting out of the corner of her eye and looked back, but couldn’t see anything no matter how hard she strained her rich brown eyes. She broke into a run and nearly crashed into a wolf that stepped smoothly in front of her. He was too huge to be a normal wolf and the rank, dirty smell was coming from him. The smell stung her nose and made her gag back in her throat. The strands of blueish fiberglass floating gently around her retracted into her skin for protection. ”Get away ” she screamed. Suddenly there were a couple more of the excited wolves and the smell became almost unbearable.
Dragonfly bolted while they were confused and arguing with each other about- wait, were they thinking of... ? She swallowed hard and her mind shut down into one hard, contemptuous line that repeated itself constantly. They’ll never get me. There was the soft tinkling of a bell and several thumps behind her. Dragonfly felt jaws close around the scruff of her neck and her paws being jerked off of the ground. She felt herself go limp and thought that, after all... she was no match for whatever had grabbed hold of her. She scrunched her eyes closed tight, hanging from its mouth like a kitten from the mouth of its mother. But he wasn’t her mother. The sensation of floating through the air finally ceased when she was set gently on her paws. She looked around frantically, but there was no one around and it was dark where she was. Dragonfly was confused, because she remembered being picked up and taken away, but there didn’t seem to be anyone around. ”H-hello?” she asked, hoping that she really was alone. ”Is anyone there?” A little tingle went up her neck and she flew around, tilting her ears forward. Someone answered from an empty space inches in front of her nose.
”You should be more careful.”
There was nobody there. She couldn’t smell the rank wolves anymore, but she still uneasy. More so than she felt around the rapist wolves, perhaps. ”What do you want?” she whispered. She listened for a few minutes, but still didn’t hear anything but the whispering of wind through leaves and the drumming of her heartbeat. Even so, she stood there for a few minutes before taking a cautious step forward and swiping her paw through the air. Nothing, she thought. The prickling on the back of her neck slowed to match the dull feeling of fear that hadn’t completely faded. She raced off more urgently towards the scent of blood. Soon it became overpowering and mingled with the strong scent of the wolves she had encountered before. Waves of nausea and gagging hit her like paw in the stomach and she couldn’t help emptying the contents of her stomach on the ground. After her retching faded enough, Dragonfly pinched her nose closed and breathed out of her mouth in heaving, nervous pants. She had no memory of ever being so near to a war before and judged by her reaction that she probably never had been. She had reached an area with a bigger group of wolves that she couldn’t smell, but guessed they didn’t belong to the other wolves she had seen because they looked a lot more clean. Still, she didn’t want to be near them and crept around carefully towards the pile of bodies, searching for any that were injured.
Most of the bodies belonged to members of the pack she had encountered before and she ignored them, moving towards the red and the white wolf that lay central to the carnage. The blue strands shot out of her skin as she cautiously approached the male, lowering her head to sniff him while keeping an eye on the other. They touched his body tentatively, measuring his ragged breathing. They slipped inside of the wound on his side, probing its depth. He shuddered slightly and she quickly pulled the strands out, biting her lip. The wound was big and deep but didn’t affect any of his internal organs. In other words, it was much better than it could have been. She still wouldn’t be able to heal it all, though. The strands slipped back out to slide into the wound and her brow furrowed deeply as she concentrated. The strands glowed with white light that slowly turned from light pink to a bright scarlet glow. The wound on Shakun’s side began to shrink and as it did a wound began to blossom on Dragonfly’s side. She gasped and stumbled back a few steps, pulling the strings back into her skin. That was the best she dared to do for him.
”Dnib kuk eya ky by so?”
She looked down attentively at the glassy eyes that had pulled themselves open and were bleakly staring up at her. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t make sense of what the male was trying to say. Dragonfly shook her head to show she couldn’t understand and turned to stare with the same intensity at the female. She slowly approached the sleeping form, blue tendrils shooting back out of her skin enquiringly. They held their position because she didn’t want to be rude, for the female was only sleeping. ”S’cuse me, do you want me to heal any of your wounds, miss?” she asked politely.
Mists floated in close, strangling him and pulling him down. He floated down, down, and down until darkness closed in around him and he touched the sandy bottom. The tide pushed him along with gentle little nudges, guiding and urging him along. Hurry They’re waiting it seemed to say. Something felt very, very wrong. Nobody was supposed to die. Shakun couldn’t recall the meaning of the words. They floated away like the wind pushed a bird in the wrong direction. What was a bird? What was the wind? Nothing registered in his sluggish mind. He had no idea what was even happening. All he knew was that he was flying along now and was almost home. What was home? He could almost recall; it bit at the edges of his mind like a little flea that he couldn’t get rid of. It kept evading him, but eventually it came to him. Home was... home was...
Shakun dragged open his eyelids. He felt a dull ache in his leg and side and tasted bile on his tongue. How long had he been out? His vision began to clear and he saw something red laying not far away. Before he could figure out who or what it was, he was pulled back into unconsciousness.
The tide swept him up onto a sandy shore strewn with gravel and covered in a deep fog that seemed to be the source of all the mist. The fog dragged him to his feet and forced him into a slow walk towards the center of an island. He passed by trees and rocks and other wolves like him in silence, like walking through a place of death. Where was he? Why was everything so sad and quiet? He finally stopped at the end of a long line of wolves standing side by side and looking straight forwards as if everything in the world that mattered would appear at any moment. What was so important? Why was everyone looking so intently ahead? He had only seen somebody look like this one other time...
Shakun drifted in and out of shallow consciousness and unconsciousness a few times. The world was always a blur and he never understood what was going on. He could see shapes and hear muffled sounds, but nothing more. He gasped once before plunging under again.
Something was happening and he could tell it was important. His companions were paying more attention to something in front of them. The fog was thickening around him until it blotted out everyone else. The only one left was him. He payed special attention to a darkening blotch, watching as it grew and spread like ink. The fog suddenly burst apart and a great paw clawed its way out. Soon a head and torso followed with the other paw. The great beast shielded its eyes against an unseen light, and then slowly lowered its paw from its face. Why, that was...
Shakun was thrown back into consciousness more vividly than before. He was supposed to be dead He had heard that he had undoubtedly died and could not have possibly survived. Ah, well... such was the way of life... or death. After a few minutes, he lost his hold on reality again.
I am still dead, you know. I killed myself. He wished that he would have stayed dead. He had never been Shakun’s favorite wolf in the past. At times he had even been his least favorite wolf. Look carefully at what I am about to show you. It may help you understand some of the things that I said to you. Images flashed briefly in front of his eyes. He saw himself being attacked by the wolves and fighting. It was strange to watch himself as someone else would see him, and to see such a bloody, broken wolf. Then the images changed and he saw himself sitting with his mother underneath the light of the full moon. He felt a wisp of longing and remembered the love she had held for him and his siblings. He saw how he had left his first mate and watched her sorrow as he left without a backwards glance. He almost wanted to go back to her. It was unnatural for him to leave her when he did, because wolves were normally mates for life. He saw the great god Callistus looking down at the world with a benevolent expression washing over his face. He knew without a doubt that his uncle had never once tried to hurt the world and that the hurt had come to the world instead. Other gods and the wolves themselves ensured their fates just as much as he did. The images stopped as suddenly as they began. You belong to neither. There were those words again. What the hell were they supposed to mean? No matter. Just be careful when you wake again. And Shakun, don’t take things so seriously. Shakun began to reply, but a crimson net of threads fell between himself and his grandfather. How did she get back? The dark wolf jumped forward curiously, trying to catch hold of one of the strands to get a better look at it. It retracted quickly with a sharp snap, dragging him back through the ocean and up to the surface...
Shakun woke to see a shape hovering over him and fuzzy red glowing things around him. He blinked hard to rid his eyes of the blur. His vision cleared and he was left looking up at an unfamiliar face. ”Dnib kuk eya ky by so?” he asked, reverting to his natural language. He watched as she moved over to a red body... to Sorin’s body. Memories flooded back to him slowly. She had fallen to the slime ball that he had killed in cold blood, out of anger. What was the female going to do and why was she staring at Sorin’s body like that? He lifted his head off of the ground and watched her with narrowed eyes.
”S’cuse me, do you want me to heal any of your wounds, miss?”
She didn’t know that Sorin was dead. Shakun laid his head on the ground, blowing out a soft huff of air. The female must have healed one of his wounds, because he didn’t feel nearly as bad as before. He shifted slightly and winced as his muscles groaned in protest and scabs cracked, leaking little trails of blood over his stained, matted, and mud-caked fur. He noticed that the little female had a wound on her side like his and pinned his ears to his head. She could obviously heal wounds, but there were obviously consequences to healing them. Maybe he should tell her that Sorin was dead. ”You won’t be able to heal her wounds. She’s dead.”
”What are you talking about?” Dragonfly growled. “Look, she’s still breathing.”
”Yes she is. I watched her die with my own eyes, idiot. Why don’t you look more closely? I mean, you’re a healer. You’re supposed to be observant.”
”I observe that she’s very much alive despite what you just said.”
”Ha ha, very witty,” Shakun muttered bitterly. ”Look, I saw what I saw and you can’t change facts.”
”I live on facts, thank you very much.” Drangonfly dug her paw into the dirt and ground her teeth. This male was extremely stubborn. ”Just look.”
”Fine, I will. Can you move your fat ass out of the way so I can see?” he lifted his head to fix his intent stare where Sorin’s corpse was, trying to stare right through the healer. His head spun and bit his cheek to keep back a groan. Part of him hoped that she was alive, but the larger, more rational side of him knew it wasn’t possible. He had watched a monster kill her and then he had killed the monster. That was it, no question about it.
Dragonfly huffed, rather offended the her butt had been called fat. ”Does my butt look fat to you?” she asked sharply. She side-stepped out of the way so that Shakun could see the sleeping female. He had such nerve calling her fat. Dragonfly couldn’t remember meeting many males as rude as he was.
”Yes. It looks humongous from my perspective.” Shakun looked over the bloody body of the red wolf. Blood had dried onto her fur and her nose was tucked under her leg. That wasn’t right. Had somebody moved her body? He pulled himself up father, ignoring his shrieking bones and aching muscles so he could get a closer look. There was a new white cross marking on her head. Who had drawn that there? He could almost imagine that her sides were rising and falling. He watched her a few moments more and sank back silently. No, he wasn’t imagining things. She was somehow... alive. Memories ravaged his aching head, memories that shouldn’t have been there. He had her speaking when she shouldn’t have been able to and he had seen her walking when she was dead. But she was alive, very much alive. Shakun closed his eyes and quietly quelled the questions and confusion in the blackness. He would have to ask her what happened later. For now he had to figure out what had happened while he was out. He saw dead bodies piled high everywhere he looked, even on the cliff. How much more could they take before they were wiped out?
”Realized I was right, have you?” Dragonfly asked quietly. ”I told you.”
”Sure, let’s go with that.”
”Etta...” Etta’s ears perked and she looked down at Annika, paying special attention to her facial expressions. K'a gn gnssi, uhpvgp lnsrkfp ap.” Forgive her? What was there to forgive? It was the wolf that had made her cry that should have been at Annika’s paws begging for forgiveness, not her. She leaned down and snuffled Annika’s face. ”Annika, eyvt kg typsp tn lnsrkfp?” She scrambled back a ways so Annika would have an easier time getting up. ”"Inw yvfp cnqp qntykqr esnqr tyvt K ovq gpp." She looked up at her expectantly, waiting for her to take the lead. If they got some where safe, then everything would have to be alright. Unless someone betrayed them. Nobody would do that though, she was sure of it. Well, almost. She wanted to escape the rotten stench and everything that it meant and go somewhere where nothing like war or death or evil existed. Somewhere like sleep and dreams, where she could change the scenery by sheer will.
“Gtvi ohngp tn ap, hktthp nqp.” Etta looked trustingly into Annika’s eyes and nodded. "K ekhh qnt gtsvi.." Her voice was high and sweet, but rough with fear and from crying. She followed close to Annika’s tail when she began to walk and came up behind her when she stopped near Kratos and Bao. She walked around them, really focusing on Kratos for the first time. Why was it that Annika liked him? He had treated her so badly when the strange wolves that had upset Annika had left. She locked eyes with him for a minute, watching anxiously. He had to forgive her. Whatever had happened, Annika was good and kind and that was all that mattered. She wished she could say something to him, but the barrier of language was like a stone wall between them. She tried anyways, hoping he would at least understand the most important word. ”"Eyvtpfps yvuupqpc, kt ckcq't avttps. Tyngp apvq enhfpg ckcq't avttps." And she turned at Annika’s words, looking up at her again. She didn’t understand what she had said, but she nodded anyways. She trusted Annika enough to follow her without suspicious questions.
Where would they be going, anyways? Where would they go that would be safe enough for them? Etta didn’t look away from Annika for a second for fear of seeing the blood and violence, but she could hear the most awful sounds. She tuned everything out except for close by things, turning her mouth down into a frown. She shifted her wings on her back and flicked her tail nervously, trying not to get distracted too much. She didn’t want to get left behind, and she didn’t want to have to leave Annika behind her if things turned bad. She wouldn’t run if she was told to. After all, if Annika got caught than she would most likely get caught as well. So many questions, so many answers, and so little time to obtain them.
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Post by Essence on May 16, 2009 22:35:45 GMT -5
Sorin was running, running. She could see spirits everywhere she went, chasing her. Their eyes were gone, every single one of them. It was her old mark, a way to leave her print behind. They were coming for her, but they were all lined up, making a path for her. She ran, for there was no other place to go. Behind her, Kit followed, a rage in his eyes. Her heart pounded in her ears, steps faltering. S’cuse me, do you want me to heal any of your wounds, miss? Wounds? What wounds? She was fine, she was running. Her eyes watered, blinding her vision. "No!" She shouted, watching as wolves from either side of the path leapt at her. She screamed as teeth and claws tore at her skin, each cut healing only to be repeated several times over. "Leave me alone! I didn't do anything to you!" She shouted, panic rising in her throat. "You are dead, leave the living!" She added, near crying. Her heart pounding in her ears as Kit laughed behind her. She didn't want to face him, she wanted to keep running.You won’t be able to heal her wounds. She’s dead. What were these voices? She wasn't dead! She was right here, running for her life. What are you talking about? Look, she’s still breathing. Thank you, voice. She told herself. Just then teeth grabbed her throat and she fought back, looking right into Kit's eyes. Fear filled her from ear to toe, freezing her. Yes she is. I watched her die with my own eyes, idiot. Why don’t you look more closely? I mean, you’re a healer. You’re supposed to be observant. Sorin couldn't comprehend this. Kit, he was staring at her with hate. His lifeless eyes haunted her, and suddenly she felt like a small pup. I observe that she’s very much alive despite what you just said. "Sor, you killed us. We will have revenge, in this world or your own." Sorin wanted to turn, run. "I will not let you!" She shouted, voice cracking. Ha ha, very witty, look, I saw what I saw and you can’t change facts. "We will get our revenge, Sor. I promise you that. You never revenged my death, you will pay" His voice was haunted, it wasn't the same Kit. No, he was speaking for all the wolves that circled around her now, nipping at her when they got the chance. I live on facts, thank you very much. Just look. "Leave me alone, Kit! I am not your's anymore!" Sorin cried, stumbling away from him. Fine, I will. Can you move your fat ass out of the way so I can see? Sorin ran, dodging the wolves around her. She ran, and ran. She heard Kit following her, laughing the entire time. "That is what you think, my sweet." Does my butt look fat to you? Her heart was pounding, her vision was fading. "Get away from me, you bastard!" She shouted. "Are you speaking to us?" Sorin stopped cold, staring at the rows of rapist wolves that surrounded her. Yes. It looks humongous from my perspective. "I killed you! Stay dead dammit!" Sorin turned, running once more. Her leg gave out, her body tumbling to the ground. When she stood, she saw Kit approaching her. Realized I was right, have you? "I want you to die, Kit. I want you to burn. I want the Goddess to kill your soul, lest it wonder the world forever more." Sorin said, finding courage. "No. Sor, you don't that." I told you. "Yes, I do Kit. And as Goddess of Soul, I banish you to walk the Earth forever, with the permission of the Amasitian Goddess of Death. You shall not be seen by others, you shall not be able to harm others. You shall only be able to watch." Sure, let’s go with that. "Goodbye, Kit." Sorin whispered, watching his tortured face disappear. She turned to the other wolves, watching as they faded one by one. Then she closed her eyes, fading herself.
Sorin, meanwhile, had been talking in her sleep, repeating not only every word she said, but every word the others had said. She jolted awake, heart pounding, blood pounding in her ears. She moved to jump up, but found her Ribbon holding her in one place. Why was it doing that? Was someone holding her? She struggled to move, but she didn't even have room to show the struggle. Instead, her eyes were wide in horror. Then she took in her surroundings. Shakun was standing next to a female she didn't know. The bodies were littered around her still and holy shit her body throbbed. Sorin gasped, lifting her head when her Ribbon allowed. Pain shot through her body, but she masked this. "Shakun." She whispered. Her gaze dropped, remembering when he fell. The words he said to her. She flicked her gaze to the female, and chuckled. "The wounds I have are scratches. The serious wounds were healed when I died." Her voice cracked, but she managed to stand. The pain had actually gone down, she could move without gasping. She turned her gaze to Sakun, taking a deep breath. "You revenged my death." She stated calmly. There was no denying it, she wasn't going to get out of it. She took a step back, placing a paw in front of her as she bowed, tilting her head to look at the ground as she closed her eyes. "Imw ih i Inihuga, U in rezalaz um wayg er beo, Hsipom. Omguf U nbhafr zalamta beoz waigs. Alam ur waigs yariffh na, um gsa macg fura U hsiff ya um beoz wayg." As she spoke, she felt the familiar twinge she always felt when promising something, but this was different. She rose, looking him in the eye. She turned without another word, silently padding past the bodies of wolves, padding up to the cliff's edge. She laid down, watching the water as it splashed on the jagged rocks below. Her eyes closed, and she just let the water splash up and dampen her fur. It was like back home, living on a island. She remembered when she was young, running through the waters without a care. Now she had a ghost following her. And she had to pay a debt she wouldn't ever be able to pay. And she was a Goddess, which she still couldn't believe. She watched as her Ribbon came up behind her, covering her like a blanket, hood included. She stood then, walking away from the cliff. She strayed from the other wolves, leaving them behind. She needed sleep, and she needed to get away from these wolves. She watched as her Ribbon formed a shield around her, keeping any wolf a good ten feet away from her. She needed to be alone, just to think. If Shakun followed, so be it. She couldn't stop him; she had a debt to pay. Sorin walked for what seemed forever, always seeing shapes moving in the corner of her eye. Those... things where here, waiting for her to drop her guard. She couldn't fight them. Even now, her Soul Ribbon was flickering. She needed to sleep, she needed to relax. She needed to be alone. She stopped, closing her eyes. "As the Goddess of Souls, you stupid bastards, if you do not leave me alone, I can say you will not live to see a new dawn." She said calmly, waiting. Slowly the wolves turned away from her, hushed whispers filling the air. Then she was off again, this time without the eyes watching her. She padded to an open field, where she had first met Shakun, and padded to the heart of it. Her eyelids felt heavy until she came to the dead center of the field, and looked back to see if the wolf followed her. He would want answers, she knew. If not now, later. She would rather it be then and there, so she could go ahead and get some sleep.
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Post by Scriptureous~ on May 17, 2009 18:23:18 GMT -5
”I thought-,” he trailed off, distracted. Something was making noise where Sorin was. He couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread, wondering if somehow her body was just a vacant shell and she really was dead in a way. The body couldn’t be driven without the soul. He looked at her anxiously, watching her get up. He stumbled clumsily to his paws(oaf that he was) and stretched out his sore, aching legs one at a time. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could she spoke first. "Shakun." He blinked slowly and comprehensively, tilting his head to the side. What an oddity she was all covered in dried blood and up and walking around. It made him appreciate life a little more. Shakun glanced sideways at the healer and then back at Sorin’s lively green eyes. They were filled with the bright wonders and possibilities of life. "The wounds I have are scratches. The serious wounds were healed when I died." So she really had died and he hadn’t been imagining it at all. Great. That made him feel loads better.
At least he wasn’t crazy. Funny how that one thing made him feel safe when he had gotten bitten, beat, and fallen unconscious. At least he had his sanity. "You revenged my death." Warmth washed into his face and he looked around something that might give him an answer. ”It was nothing,” he said gruffly. "Imw ih i Inihuga, U in rezalaz um wayg er beo, Hsipom. Omguf U nbhafr zalamta beoz waigs. Alam ur waigs yariffh na, um gsa macg fura U hsiff ya um beoz wayg." Why was she bowing to him like that? It made him shift his weight uncomfortably and want to walk away. He only understood a few words of what she said, and knew it was something about a promise. What kind of promise had she made? Shakun looked down at the ground searchingly, but nothing came to mind. She moved away and he followed leisurely behind her, ignoring the ache in his body, and sat at the bottom of the cliff until she wandered back passed him. Something pushed him back from her and he didn’t complain, staying silent and intent. He wanted to know why she had died and come back to life so suddenly. It just didn’t make any sense.
When they came across the creatures that they had seen before, he growled low. If it came to a fight then he would fight, but he knew that he would lose and he didn’t want to leave Sorin alone again. "As the Goddess of Souls, you stupid bastards, if you do not leave me alone, I can say you will not live to see a new dawn." Goddess? Was that what she had said? The sharp pain in his head became the edge of a knife digging into the soft tissues inside of his skull. He hesitated only for a second before getting as close as the ribbon allowed, furrowing his brows together until it was hard to separate one from the other. Memories of his mother and aunt came back to him in short clips like a movie playing in his head. None of his experiences with goddess-like presences had been lengthy, and not many had been good. Was Sorin any different? He followed her into the field and to the center where she stopped and looked back at him.
”What’s going on? [/size][/color]
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