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Post by Essence on May 17, 2009 19:48:38 GMT -5
What's going on? A smile tugged at the corner of her lip, and she knew it didn't reach her eyes. She looked down at the ground, thinking. She didn't know what was going on. How could she start? "I don't know." She responded, closing her eyes. She sat down, keeping her eyes locked on the ground. "When I died, I saw it all. I saw you fight and kill that... thing... I snapped at a few things I am sure couldn't see me, and noted I could see auras... Then she came. The creator of all Amasites, our Goddess of Death. She said that it wasn't my time, I was a reincarnation of the first Goddess of Souls, and that I was to follow her steps. That I was the first Amasite to do so, and yada yada." She paused, voice breaking. She really was this... immortal. She was a Goddess, the thing she hated more than anything. She dug her claws into the ground, wanting to rip it all to shreds. "She said also to let the guard on my emotions down, that it hurt her to see her Children's children suffer. And then I was back in my body." She paused, looking up at the sky above her. She focused on a cloud above her, wishing she was anywhere else. "It wasn't alive. I was trapped in my own body. I could see everything, I could feel the stillness of my heart... It's something I don't think I'll ever forget. Then this thing..." She paused again, looking at the Ribbon that shifted, once again hovering above her head. It flickered, and it shone, a signal that all could see it. It shifted colors so quickly; she was forced to look away, and at Shakun. "It has a mind of its own. It's my own soul, the reason that when those bastards grabbed it, I was left immobile. They managed to grab it right on target, they've fought with my kind before..." Her voice trailed off, but she didn't look away. "And when it covered my body, and then left it, I was alive. Granted, it still hurts even now like hell." She winced as she lifted a paw, as though to confirm it. "But I'm alive, and the Ribbon killed many more of those things." Then she looked away, sighing. "I've become the thing I've hated all my life. The things that took everything I knew away from me, and I would've been long gone, but you revenged my death. Amasites have a duty, if one revenges our death; we are in debt to them until we repay them with the same task... this life or the next, or the one after that." She closed her eyes, waiting for his response. She didn't move, she didn't open her eyes. Sorin didn't even flinch when her Ribbon curled itself firmly around her throat, as though saying 'Not again'. She finally moved, folding her ears flat against her head. She hated herself. She had joined their ranks. So what happened if there was another God and Goddess war on the Amasites? Which side would she choose? The side that sent her best friend into war, or the side that killed him?
Her dream resurfaced in her mind, sending shivers along her spine. Kit... He was so troubled. And she had punished him. Or had she? Was it just a dream? It seemed so real... it frightened her. How could something turn her best friend into something that tried to kill her? She felt alone, very alone. She could no longer go anywhere. She would be at war with the Gods and Goddesses for being a Amasite, and the Amasites for being a Goddess. There was no going back, all she had left was the debt she owed Shakun... who was sitting right there. She lifted her head finally, turning to the male. What should she say? 'I'm sorry. No choice there.' Yeah, that wouldn't help any. She turned away from his gaze, suddenly ashamed. She knew what he was, parts of the language he spoke. "I'm sorry." She whispered, standing up. She ignored the pain that shot through her body. This was the first wolf she hurt, and she could feel it through and through. Goddess and Gods were all alike in one thing... They caused nothing but pain and suffering where ever they went. And she had just started the chain reaction that would follow her for the rest of her life.
She turned away from him, hesitating. There was no way she could leave him now. She had a debt to pay. Yet, his kind probably hated the ones they served. Or did they serve them? The lessons from the childhood swarmed in her mind, but she casted them out. Nothing she learned then would help her now. "I am in debt to you. Even if you say I am not, I am, and I cannot be freed from the debt. No matter what, or who I am. I am an Amasite, and I am stilled bound by their curses and gifts. I will have to stay by your side until then, or I will be subject to the Goddess's anger for another Amasite breaking their promise." She spoke slowly, wording it carefully.
The old Sorin would snap, wouldn't care if she hurt this wolf... but... Now she could feel something other than anger, everything. The anger she had once felt was washed away, the emotionless killing gone. She saw the wolves she had killed before she came upon the war, and regretted it all. She wanted nothing more than to curl up and become a pup again; learning lessons from the Seers, playing without a care, all before she went into her first battle. She wanted to be locked there, not ever coming out. But it was time to face reality. She lifted her head, turning her eyes to Shakun. She would face him without weakness. She felt horrible. "I'm sorry. She repeated. "U'n hezzb. U's zyxxe." She repeated, feeling the urge to break his gaze, to drop her own to her paws. No. She had told him the truth, if he was angry, so be it. She wasn't going to have self pity; she was going to face whatever came next head-on. She had faced armies alone, she had killed while looking wolves in the eye, and she had killed those of her own blood... This had to be the hardest task she had to that day. Facing someone she owed a debt to, and turning him against her. But there was something else, something there that she hadn't felt in a long time. What it was, she couldn't name, but it was there. Was it hate? No.. Anger? No.. Fear? Possibly... But she couldn't name it.
"I'm the Goddess of Souls." She closed her eyes, waiting his punishment. Then she heard something move behind her. She spun around, lip curled back in a snarl as a growl ripped through her throat, but she didn't see what she expected. Instead, she saw matted brown fur on the ground, and a gray wolf staring at her through narrowed eyes. A stench flowed into her nose, that that she could tell where it was instantly. "Purity" She snarled, narrowing her eyes. Her muscles grew tense as she looked at the female, hate boiling in her veins. Purities were possibly the most natural enemy of the Amasites. She glanced down at the matted fur, and froze. There was no blood on the brown wolf, and flicking her gaze to the Purity, there was nothing but black blood on her fur. The same color that matted her own together. "What do you want?" Sorin snarled, her voice not faltering in the hostility. "Why do you have those bastard's blood on you? And why do you have a wolf with you?" She snapped. "Have some fun with those things, and steal one of their prisoners for yourself? Want to have a little feast?" She took a step toward the thing, watching as the other wolf took a step back, a step away from the unmoving brown matted fur. Sorin took another, and another, moving the Purity away from the lifeless form until Sorin stood over the other wolf, the Purity now looking at her with anger. "Shakun, get this one to safety. Where there is one of these things there is more." She said calmly, watching as the Ribbon faded from their view, uncurling to float beside her head. She didn't wince once as the ribbon slid across her skin, leaving a fresh trail of blood there. The Purity looked at her new cut with hunger in her eyes, and Sorin laughed coldly. "Want a meal? Come get it, you filthy mutt." Sorin jumped away, the Purity following her with more speed than Sorin could wish for. She was soon knocked to the ground, the Purity's fangs hovering over her neck. "That's it you stupid animal, think you've won..." Sorin whispered, laughing when the weight left her shoulder, and a whine echoed in the air.
Evelyn; Let the Flames Begin
Evelyn continued to drag the poor wolf through the trees, searching for anyone, anything that could help her. The wolf was still knocked out, but Evelyn could tell that her life was fading, and fast. She scanned the surrounding area, seeing a flicker of red through the trees. She followed the wolf, not knowing if it was a friend or foe. She didn't care at this point, she just wanted to get this wolf to someone, anyone. When she came into the field, she slowed. There were two wolves, the red one speaking. Something tugged at her in the back of her mind, telling her this wasn't a good idea, but she didn't listen. She just pushed forward, dropping the female at her paws. "Please, help." She panted. She was tired, she was thirsty, and she needed to hunt before she became a victim like the female at her paws. Then the red wolf turned on her, and Evelyn narrowed her eyes at the markings on her face. They were not only a warning to wolves like her, she could tell of the wolf's past. She saw the wolf take a step forward, and she took a step back. This repeated until Evelyn was far from the female wolf she had dragged out of the male wolf's camp. "I am not like other Purities," She growled in response to the female's words. Then a sweet smell floated in the air, and something other than her took her mind, drawing her attention to the wolf's blood. She tried to shake her head, but instinct didn't allow her. No... no... NO! Then the wolf jumped, and Evelyn darted off to the side, jumping, and knocking the red wolf to the ground. Then something hit her from the side, small cuts covering her body. She whined as she hit the ground, coming to her senses. She laid still, letting what little blood she had left in her body heal her wounds to best it could, to keep them from bleeding. "Please, Amasite, I am not like the others. Please listen to me!" She cried, finally standing on shaky legs. "That female is going to die! Those things were torturing her!" She shouted, stumbling form the lack of blood. Her eyes narrowed as the red wolf approached her, head held high. "Listen to me!" She shouted, pleading. "Please." She whispered. Then she turned away, unable to think. She had to stay focused, she couldn't let the lack of blood take her mind. No, she had to press on. She darted away without another word, running with every strand of strength she had left. She had to get something, anything other than wolf, to eat. She needed it... Her mind blurred, and before she knew it, she had caught something. Strength flowed in her body, strength from a rabbit. It wouldn't be enough, but it was something... Something other than what she craved only moments before. She had run like a coward, but she hadn't drawn blood on those wolves. She hadn't killed any of them. She wasn't a monster yet.
Sorin's eyes narrowed as the female spoke, but restrained from attacking. It wasn't as though she had a chance, as soon as the female finished speaking, she was gone with a small disturbance of wind. She blinked a few times, almost laughing. A Purity, different than the others? That was impossible. They were all alike, murderers. She shook her head, padding back to the limp form and Shakun. Shakun. Was he angry at her? This was no time for that, she pushed forward through the grass, standing at a distance from the female. Was she almost dead? Sorin couldn't tell. She wasn't a healer. She only knew the basics, but now that she looked at the wolf, she could see the blood from bite marks, scratches from claws. The wolf's body reeked of those filthy things. "Damn it all." She growled, shifting her weight. What was she to do? Did Shakun have any ideas? She flicked her gaze to him, unsure what to do.
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Post by --> S u s a n on May 17, 2009 20:06:04 GMT -5
Annika smiled at Etta, but said nothing. There was no need to say anything anymore, right now Annika needed to get Etta to safety. She turned her head around and watched as the rapist wolves were attacked her eyes grew wide when she saw her dear friend and Alphess, Skyla, although then a smile. Annika knew that she did not need to help them, they were strong and would be able to do it all on their own. She needed to have faith in them. She closed her eyes. Her job was to heal those who are wounded, she didn’t have much power to fight, but she would protect them at all cost. No matter what, she reopened her eyes and peered down to Etta. Etta, who had captured her heart in a matter of hours. Etta, the one that she wanted to protect more then anyone, the one whom she thought of as her own daughter, the daughter that Annika never had. Although in the back of her mind she was breaking down. Her secret had come out in a way she had not imagined and Kratos knew. Annika could feel her heart break in a million pieces for every painful step she took forward. Truthfully all she wanted to do was cry, but she had to remain strong, for Etta’s sake, and for everyone else’s. Now was not the time to fall apart, now was not the time. When this was over then she and Kratos would talk about what just happened. She would open her heart and share to him what she was so afraid to do. He deserved to know everything…right...or would he not want to talk to her? His pervious words to her were not friendly, he did not speak kindly, but that couldn’t be because he hated her right? It had to be because…lf the war….
The truth lies within your heart and you and yet you ignore it, you ignore me? It’s time to open your eyes to your true self.
The words echoed across Annika’s mind, but those where not her words. Annika paused and glanced around a mixture of confusion flickered in her eyes. That voice, she felt as if she heard it before and yet the words did not click in her mind. She was unsure what was going on, but suddenly she felt her feet frozen to the ground. A gust of wind blew through her fur as she tilted her eyes to the sky. Dark clouds seemed to move forward – quicker then they usually do. She wasn’t really sure what was going on or what was happening. Annika closed her eyes – and when she tried to open them, it didn’t work. Annika gasped and took a step forward. It was as if someone had painted her whole world black as if someone had turned off the light switch. What was going on? Suddenly she felt a strange presence around her, as if she was not alone. A presence that felt familiar somehow, the presence did not speak, but Annika could feel it pressuring her asking her why she wasn’t letting go. “Letting go of what?” Annika whispered as she looked down upon the ground. She didn’t quite understand. She could feel the presence tell her to let go of what is inside, of the pain. Annika’s eyes widen as the memories of her past encircle her. All the things she done rushing through her memories, things she would openly admit to herself and the things that she closed of.
She watched as her mom walked off shaking her head with disappointment in her eyes She watched blood all around her as the one she loved at her feet She watched as everyone around her began to dissolve in blood Then there was Kaige…the way he spoke…the way he looked at her
“Stop it! I don’t want to feel like this.” Annika shouted as she shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks which fell into the eternal darkness below her. “I don’t want to feel the pain of what I did…just stop it!” She grinded her teeth together trying to push everything back inside, but the voice kept pressuring her to let go.
Let go, it is okay, that is what you were born to be. Forget those who hurt you. Forget those who you hurt.
Just let go
Suddenly Annika’s eyes opened wide and the world which was filled with darkness was now filled with wolves. She twisted her head and saw Annika then back to those huge wolves. Annika looked down upon the ground. “Hm, let go…” she whispered in a voice that did not belong to Annika. A smirk flickered across her maw and suddenly a pitch black cloud covered her body and held on tight and when it vanished – something horrifying was there in Annika’s place.
It was still Annika, right? Over all she looked the same, but then again, she looked different. The once small blue wings upon her back were not replaced by large black leathery wings that reached out across the sky. Her once soft blue markings were now a deep crimson red which seemed to drip down her fur like rain. Her soft blue eyes were now replaced by pitch black emotionless glare as her teeth grew and her sharp claws tore up the earth. She might have had the same body shape, but even if she had just looked the same, the flicker of darkness within her eyes would tell anyone this was not the kind and gentle soul that was there just moments ago.
However there was something about her that did not change. As her blue markings began to change - the ribbon that wrapped itself around her tail did not change color. Instead it slipped off her tail and landed upon the ground. The only thing left of the old Annika.
Annika raised her head to the sky and let a howl burst from her lungs and echo across the night sky. Now was the time. She lowered her head and looked toward the wolves they were fighting. She felt the earth below her claws, the wind in her fur, and the aroma of darkness that now surronded even her. Now was the time. She finally opened her eyes.
She flung herself forward at an incredible speed, straight toward one o the rapist wolves. A smirk was upon her maw she closed her eyes and when she opened them her whole body was shone with an eerie darkness up as a sinister light came from her body and suddenly slammed into the wolf’s body, and right through his head. At first nothing happened, there was an awe look upon the male's face. Right when he took a step forward, however, blood began to trinkle down his black fur and stain the ground below him. Gradually his head slipped from his neck and tumbled toward the ground, the awe look had not changed. His body remained standing for several moments, but too slammed into the ground in a puddle of blood and guts.
Annika stood there with a triumph look upon her face as she stared at the one she had just killed.
Words: 1289 Thoughts: Ha ha ha ha ha –evil laugh- Also I edited it some. I forgot to add something, silly me.
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Post by Scriptureous~ on May 18, 2009 22:45:16 GMT -5
Dragonfly’s eyes trailed after Shakun and Sorin ruefully. Just when she had some company(even if one was rather sour-tempered) they had gone and left. Well, hell. Now that she was done healing the fighting wolves, she might as well follow them to safety because she obviously wouldn’t be able to get out of there alone. She padded after them at a safe distance, wincing when her side twinged. That male hadn’t even stopped to thank her. How ungrateful, she thought sullenly. An odd thought occurred to her and she stopped to consider it properly. Had that red wolf said that she had been dead? She had also said that the worst of her wounds had healed when she had died. Died. How in the world was that possible? They were getting too far ahead of her, and she didn’t think she could count on another mysterious rescue like the last one. She pushed the thought to the back of her head until a later time and loped to catch up with them.
She felt unnaturally nervous when the males closed in and stayed as close as she could to the pair, looking around through narrowed eyes. Sorin said something that she didn’t quite catch and the wolves reluctantly went to find a different prey to catch and kill or... something. When they moved on to an open field Dragonfly felt relief flood through her and broke away from them to hide herself nearby. If there was any trouble, she didn’t have to be involved. Dragonfly wriggled down into a thicket, growling as the twigs scratched her. At least she was safe and she didn’t have to smell that infernal stench any longer. She breathed in the fresh, earthy scent of the thicket and the dirt greedily. Was their side winning? She hoped so, because she didn’t want to have to live in a place run by those disgusting wolves that lusted after every female they saw. She didn’t want to be caught by them, either.
Shakun watched her intently, waiting for her answer as stonily as a statue. Goddess. She was a goddess like the ones he was supposed to respect and serve. The thing was, he had never been on the best terms with the god and goddess figures in his life except with his mother and his uncle. Would he be able to stand waiting around for the answer? Well, she was a goddess. If there was one thing he had learned when he was a young, it was to stay and listen to the answers no matter how far-fetched they were. I don't know. What did she mean she didn’t know? Did she mean she was as confused as he was or did she mean she just didn’t know what to say? What was there to say? He sat down firmly, refusing to look away from Sorin for a second. He was willing to wait a hundred years for answers if he had to.
Flies buzzed obnoxiously around Shakun’s twitching ears despite his attempts to knock them off with his paw. When he looked up again to find Sorin’s eyes shadows swept across his still expression. "When I died, I saw it all. I saw you fight and kill that... thing... I snapped at a few things I am sure couldn't see me, and noted I could see auras... Then she came. The creator of all Amasites, our Goddess of Death. She said that it wasn't my time, I was a reincarnation of the first Goddess of Souls, and that I was to follow her steps. That I was the first Amasite to do so, and yada yada." Shakun sifted through his memories to watch the fight between him and the beast that had killed her, trying and failing to imagine it in third person. What would it have been like to watch him fight it? He thought he would have looked a savage monster himself all sodden with blood and caked with drying mud. He shuddered and brought himself back to reality with a quick toss of his head. He had heard of the Amasite Goddess of Death before in stories and myths, but he had never actually encountered a wolf that had lived to tell the tale of speaking with her. It wasn’t her time and she was the Goddess of Souls? That was funny, because Shakun had always thought that it was a wolf’s time when they died, and she had died. She wasn’t mortal either. Sorin wasn’t one of the short-lived wolves or a halfbreed like him that lived longer bit died after a few hundred years or anytime they were killed.
Why did it bother him that Sorin was a Goddess? He had never cared before whether wolves were immortal or not. His ears pricked when her voice cracked and he rolled down his blue eyes to look at the ground that was being torn up. Something wasn’t right about the way she was acting. It was almost as if she hated the idea of being a Goddess and wanted nothing to do with the role. She didn’t react the way normal wolves would if they found out they were immortal. Maybe it was because she actually was immortal. "She said also to let the guard on my emotions down, that it hurt her to see her Children's children suffer. And then I was back in my body." Now that she mentioned it, he noticed that she was being a lot more emotional than he had ever seen her. Shakun yearned to reach out his mind and touch hers and read her thoughts, but he managed to keep himself walled in. It would have been very rude of him to reach out like that without Sorin’s permission.
"It wasn't alive. I was trapped in my own body. I could see everything, I could feel the stillness of my heart... It's something I don't think I'll ever forget. Then this thing..." Shakun was distracted by the vibrantly colored ribbon, but the colors were so dizzying to his aching head and heavy eyes that he squeezed his eyelids shut and stared down at the green blades of grass and clumps of clover that littered the ground. "It has a mind of its own. It's my own soul, the reason that when those bastards grabbed it, I was left immobile. They managed to grab it right on target, they've fought with my kind before..." Her explanation made sense to him because he thought of souls as independent of the body and mind, something that couldn’t be fully understood or controlled. Shakun remembered the thing grabbing the ribbon out of the air and how Sorin had moved all over the place until one of its fellows grabbed her neck in its mouth and... but he couldn’t think it. Shakun was repulsed that one of those creatures had managed to kill someone, even if it had been temporary. His revulsion didn’t make its way into his expression. He adopted a mild attitude instead and nodded his head encouragingly when she paused.
"And when it covered my body, and then left it, I was alive. Granted, it still hurts even now like hell." So that was it. The Amasite Goddess of Death had told her she was the Goddess of Souls and she had come back to life. Well it was amazing and stuff, but he didn’t quite like it. He looked at the paw she lifted in the air swiftly, noting the pain, and looked up at her face."But I'm alive, and the Ribbon killed many more of those things." He had wondered why there were so many more bodies lying around. Apparently that had been the work of Sorin and her soul ribbon. "I've become the thing I've hated all my life. The things that took everything I knew away from me, and I would've been long gone, but you revenged my death. Amasites have a duty, if one revenges our death; we are in debt to them until we repay them with the same task... this life or the next, or the one after that." Did that mean she hated herself? He stared at her unbliningly, not knowing what to do, what to say. What did she expect him to say, “I’m sorry that the worst thing possible happened to you and it’s all going to be okay”? He wouldn’t say anything like that because that would be ignoring the reality of the situation. So what to say, or in other words, what was there to say? She had to revenge his death, if he died an unnatural one. Would it be painful to die if he was killed by something other than old age? Shakun looked off into the distance, feeling suddenly old. He looked to the place where the gray clouds seemed to merge with the sky, running his pink tongue over his black lips. He didn’t want Sorin following him around until his death, but what had to be... had to be.
So she was a Goddess. That meant he had to pay obeisance to her and be of service when necessary. He looked at her distantly, accepting her apologies without a word. ”Why do you apologize, Goddess of Souls, when things outside of your control affect your life? It is the path that Fate takes you on.” Shakun smelled a familiar smell, the smell of blood, and his thick fur lifted until it stood on end. He whipped around, lips pulling back so far that his pink gums showed. "Purity." He glanced at her, wondering what that was supposed to mean. Did that mean it was some sort of pure wolf? It didn’t look like it. She was covered in blood and there was another brown female laying at her paws. He watched Sorin back the wolf away from the female. "Shakun, get this one to safety. Where there is one of these things there is more." More than anything he wanted to say “Yes, Goddess of Souls” just to grate on her nerves, but he refrained and darted forward, pulling the brown female away from Sorin and the other female by the scruff of her neck. Now what was he supposed to do? He looked helplessly down at the female, looking over the bite marks and scratches and barely noticed when Sorin joined him.
Dragonfly was almost asleep when the smell of blood attacked her nose... again. She jerked out of her half-slumber thinking she was under attack, her short little hackles sticking up in every direction. When she realized she was safe, she felt a modicum of calm fill her stomach and poked her head out of her safe thicket to see what was going on. She pulled back in when the red wolf from before and a wolf she hadn’t seen before tumbled dangerously near to her thicket. She couldn’t back out; she wasn’t built to move backward, only forward. So when she got a chance, Dragonfly darted out of the side of the thicket, whining when a sharp branch dug into the small gash in her side, and ran towards the larger white wolf. She didn’t know why but he felt safe to her, like a beacon from a lighthouse. He also looked rather angelic, which added to the whole savior of the helpless healer theme. She didn’t care if he had been rude or not before.
”Hey,” she said breathlessly when she finally stopped. ”What’s going on here, Wings?” She looked down with interest at the brown female he was looking perplexedly down at and growled. She had a couple bite marks that looked deep and several smaller scratch wounds that looked bothersome. ”Move aside, oaf. I’ll take care of her. For now go do something... constructive.” The white male stepped swiftly out of the way, glancing back at the red wolf worriedly. The blue strings shot out of her skin, slipping into wounds and measuring them effortlessly. Luckily for the wolf, none of them were fatal. She braced herself for the familiar pain, slipping the stings into several of the wounds. The strings turned a brighter crimson than they had when she had healed Shakun’s wound, and several of them began to shrink. The larger wounds became half the size they had been before and some of the smaller scratches disappeared completely. Dragonly gasped, her legs shaky, and collapsed onto the grass. She shivered for a moment while injuries grew all over her body, leaking crimson blood. When the pain softened a little, she limped to her paws and plopped her butt on the ground, licking a couple of scratches on her legs. ”Well... that was fun...,”
Etta stayed close to Annika, trotting at her heels. What if they didn’t get out safely? What if they wound up, well... dead? She shook her head, trying to keep those thoughts away. There was no use worrying about it right then because all it would do was make things harder. She looked around silently, and for(possibly) the third time that day she almost ran into Annika. Death would be pleasant compared to torture. She quailed for a moment, looking up at Annika through narrowed eyes. Maybe that was why those wolves had smelled worse than death. Annika, her only friend there, had saved her from that fate. A fate worse than death would be like having no fate at all. Etta shook her head, wondering why Annika had stopped so suddenly.
Annika was changing! Things happened to her fur and wings, making her look scary and troubled. She watched, as if in slow motion, as Annika swiftly killed one of the monsters fro m before. But it was so bloody and violent that it was like a horror movie when one of the friends of the main character turned out to be the real monsters. ”Annika, eyvt ckc inw cn?!" she screamed, frightened. She glanced around for anything that might distract Annika fro m her sudden rampage. Before she knew what she was doing, she had turned and run like a coward away from the friend that wasn’t so nice after all. It wasn’t that she liked the wolf that she had killed, it was just that she didn’t like this new and more savage wolf that Annika had become. Her tongue lolled from her mouth and she leaped over a rotted log all covered in a blanket of moss that flew under her.
She ran until she reached a brilliant green field of grass and saw two familiar faces... she aimed towards the group of wolves and crashed into Sorin. "K cnq't xqne eyvt yvuupqpc! Uhpvgp, gnaptykqr yvg yvuupqpc tn Annika! K cnq't xqne eyvt yvg yvuupqpc tn yps, zwt gyp'g zponap gnap gnst nl wrhi anqgtps vqc K cnq't hkxp kt! Gyp xkhhpc v enhl, K gve ktg zhnnc vhh nfps yps! Uhpvgp!" She didn’t even bother getting up, but looked pitifully at Sorin, hoping that she could help somehow. Tears splashed down her muddy face and she looked up at the intimidating Shakun. Yet somehow, he didn’t look quite so intimidating anymore. Then she looked at Dragonfly, who was too small and gentle to be frightening. She watched Dragonfly start and wince and Shakun look down at her, surprised. Would they understand anything she had said?
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Post by Essence on May 19, 2009 21:21:57 GMT -5
Sorin shifted where she stood, staring at the wolf's limp body. What had happened to the poor female... It sent anger coursing through her veins, sharper than any anger she had felt in the past thirteen years. No matter what it took, she would kill every single one of those bastards if she ended up dead. She could repay Shakun in her next life, but these things had no right. She would slaughter every single one. She turned, wincing at the movement. Pain still raced through her body... she would have to rest soon. Angry or not, she knew the heart of an Amasite's power, and that was rest. She hadn't rested since the day before. Snapping back to reality, she turned to stare out at the trees that were past the field. "Shakun..." she trailed off, ears flattening against her head as she flicked her gaze to him. "Don't call me that." She stated calmly. It barely held any emotion, much like how her voice was before this whole ordeal happened. But if one looked in her eyes, they could see the hate that was gathered there. She wasn't going to be happy she just got an immortal life, possibly unlimited powers... no. She hated it. She hated it all. The last thing she wanted was a title letting everyone know what she was. The curse she now held. Wait, what if this was all a curse? For killing the alpha, for turning her back on the pack she was once loyal to... "And even though I know it wasn't under my control, I have to follow you around until you die. Who in the world would want that?" She tried to laugh, but it came out more as a cough. She was in no mood to laugh. Sarcastically or not. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be dead, back then, dying in war. It was the best place for any wolf to die, protecting in a war. Now she was alive, hurt like hell, and would have to find the alpha male or female in the lands and explain that she already had a counterattack forming in her head. Then the female wolf pushed forward, and that caught her attention. She watched as the wolf 'healed' the other one, receiving a part of the wounds herself. If Sorin wasn't so angry, wasn't so confused, her jaw would've dropped. But it didn't, and her emotion showed no difference than it had before the strange wolf walked forward. "Interesting power." She commented. She shifted, looking at the two females. The healer looked worse off than the wolf that was still lying there, out like a light.
Sorin tore her gaze away from the other wolves, looking off in the distance. She thought she could feel those things watching her, but she knew better. She was just paranoid, and she had every right to be. After what happened that day, she could possibly think they were following her until she killed every last one of them.
Then something barreled into her, sending a new wave of pain throughout her body. She gasped, stumbling back. As she turned to the one who had hit her, ready to lease some of her anger she had bottled up until then, her gaze softened as she recognized the pup from before. "K cnq't xqne eyvt yvuupqpc! Uhpvgp, gnaptykqr yvg yvuupqpc tn Annika! K cnq't xqne eyvt yvg yvuupqpc tn yps, zwt gyp'g zponap gnap gnst nl wrhi anqgtps vqc K cnq't hkxp kt! Gyp xkhhpc v enhl, K gve ktg zhnnc vhh nfps yps! Uhpvgp!" ... Did this pup think she could understand a word of what she said? It was something about Dumbass's girlfriend. She got that. 'anqgtps '... didn't that mean monster? Maybe it was something about a fruit... Sorin's mind was lost in translation. "Kid, I don't know what you are saying." Sorin bent her head to come level with the pup's, frowning. " Something about a 'monster' and Annika?" She asked, deciding it better to not use her little nicknames in front of the pup. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the pup was afraid. She needed comforting... like a mother. The only thing was, Sorin had never been a mother. She raised her head, looking at the other two while sending a silent plea for help. She didn't know how to handle a pup. She didn't know how to handle most wolves, in fact. There was no way she could fight, even now, every bone shrieked at her, every muscle threatening to give way. She needed sleep. If this pup was asking her to fight, that was out of the question. Her heart sank, looking at the other three wolves. Shakun had been near death before the healer came. The healer was too small to fight, and the wolf on the ground was not going to be getting up anytime soon. "This is going to hurt like hell," She muttered under her breath, sighing as she closed her eyes. "Shakun, Healer, you think between the two of you, you can watch over this one?" She paused, nodding to the wolf that laid on the ground... still. "I should go find out what this pup is talking about. Watch her, will you? I don't want those things coming after her. Besides, she is talking about a 'monster', and something about that God's girlfriend" She paused, snarling at the word God's. Maybe then Shakun would understand just how much she hated the immortals that tried to rule over the actions of others. She turned away from then, bending down to the pup's eyelevel. "Stay here...." She paused, searching back in her memory for the words that refused to surface. " Gtvi ypsp" She finally said, the words badly mispronounced, the words harsh on her tongue. But she got them out, and that was that. She straightened up, glancing at Shakun as though to say Protect them, but don't get yourself killed, then padded off in the direction that the pup had been running from, which lead to the pup running into her.
Sorin pushed through the last undergrowth before she came upon the scene. She froze in mid-step, looking at the bodies that littered the ground, building on top of one another, and then really took in the scene. Annika, the one who had been on the ground crying last she saw her, covered in black blood like Sorin herself was. Annika, the one brought back from the dead. Her upper lip pulled back in a snarl, a growl erupting from her throat. "You fucking idiot!" She snarled, body tensing up. Any thought of pain was brushed away as she padded forward, moving to the dark wolf that had once been happy. Even her soul seemed tainted, now. "You fucking idiot!" Sorin repeated, narrowing her eyes as she neared the female. Every wolf had a measure of evil in them. Now, this one had given in to it. "What will those Gods do to you now?" She snapped, stopping a few feet away from the wolf, her Ribbon tightening around her neck. It would be of no use if this broke out in a fight, it was already faded. "They give you life again, and now you give in to your dark side? What if that is what they wanted? You played into their trick! You fucking idiot!" She snarled again. She flicked her tail, ears flattening against her head. "How dare you! You are worse than any God or Goddess if you play in their games! You gave in, didn't you? You selfish brat!" Sorin took a step forward, anger running over. She wasn't going to fight with rage, if it came to that. She was going to fight on the adrenaline the anger gave her. Her eyes darkened, shifting her weight so much she looked like a snake ready to strike. She didn't know what the Gods had said; she didn't care what had happened. No one should give in to their evil side, no one. No matter the reason. She had seen what happened to these wolves, their own heart consuming them into darkness. "Get a grip, Annika. You scared a pup into running through a forest, blindly, and into me. Those things are still out there. If she had gotten taken, then, whatever had happened to her would've been on your head." She snarled. She flicked her tail, raising her head and taking a step back. "You should be helping, not killing. It is no road to go down. Take it from someone whom kills for a living. What will happen to your boyfriend now? You think that after what he has heard, you will have any chance with him? You think he will forgive you? I doubt it. Wolves that turn down this path only have so long before they can't turn back, wolf. I've seen it before, I've seen it kill their lives. Be fully prepared for the path you are taking, for after a while, you won't be able to turn back." And with that she turned away, hiding her anger. She had spoke the last words in calm. She couldn't allow anger to control her actions. If she was still angry when she woke from her nap, she would take it out on those things. Until then, she had to get back to the others. But before she did, she stopped, right beside the first tree. She looked over her shoulder at the wolf behind, awaiting her reaction. Sorin didn't need her attacking her from behind, a coward's way to strike. But it worked, and she didn't need to be taken off guard. Not this time.
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Post by --> S u s a n on May 19, 2009 22:17:06 GMT -5
The world around turned black as Annika turned her gaze over to Sorin, no reconciliation in her eyes. A smirk came across her maw as she looked up and down the female. She turned her gaze back over to the bloody carcass that she just destroyed, although no concern or guilt lingered in her eyes. “So what, I killed? So what if I gave in.” She snorted as she turned back to look at Sorin with a shrug of her shoulders. The old Annika was no more; she somewhere in the back of her mind not even knew what was going around in the world before her very eyes. This was a different Annika the one who was dormant that was until now. Now she was free, finally. “This is my purpose in the world.” He said her eyes flickering back over to the dead body, still feeling the blood beneath her paws. This was what her purpose was. Odd words for a Yuuriedao, then again she was different then others. She was always different although she hid the truth from her other self. She did not even know she existed. Typical, always hiding, always holding on finally she let go once again. It felt good to be free. Annika, or whoever she was, stretched out her body feeling a shiver run down her spine. She turned her attention back to Sorin. “I don’t see what problems you have talking to me about killing when you, yourself do it. It’s not a big deal really.” She said as she turned her eyes to Kratos, she knew who he was. After all he had been paying attention from the depths of Annika’s mind for a long time. She made her way away from Sorin and walked over to him.
“Annika does not even know the truth and yet you do. She cares deeply about you. Hell, for all I know she might even love you.” This new strange Annika said with a shrug of her shoulders and a snort. She knew that Annika would be heartbroken when she awoke and found the mess that she had caused. “Of course you have to let go too, Kratos, you have to let go of Annika so she can fulfill her purpose in life which she has been holding on for so long. You found more about her today then you would have liked huh?” with that Annika through back her head and laughed, a cruel and twisted laugh, something that was not Annika-like at all. “It’s okay though, it’s meant to be this way, its destiny. But she’s been denying it since birth. She’s trying to act all perfect – but she’s not. Not even close.” With that she turned around and began to leave. She paused as she turned her gaze back over to the dead headless wolf and then turned to look back at Kratos, who had said nothing so far. She really didn’t care. It wasn’t her who had any feelings for this wolf, it was the other Annika. It was then when she felt something at the back of her mind. A frown came upon her maw as she felt it. She could tell that the real Annika was trying to break free, but she couldn’t allow it. She twisted her head and looked back over to Kratos. “Head my advice. She isn’t as perfect as she seems.” She said with a nod of her head before she felt her body grow dizzy and stumble to the ground.
Annika groaned as she opened her eyes, it felt as if someone had just hit her on her head. She groaned, as she tried to recall what had happened the last few minutes, but her mind was blank. “Wha-“ she raised to her feet, as she looked around. This was the real Annika for her colorings had turn back to normal and her voice was the same kind and collected tone. Her eyes grew wide as she saw Sorin and then the puddle of blood and the dead wolf. “What? What happened?” She asked as she looked around taking a few step forwards. Her head banged against her skull and she felt like she wanted to throw up, though she wasn’t sure why she felt this way. She shook her head, but that just made things worst. The last thing she could recall was a voice calling to her and that was it, the next thing was darkness, and then she woke up once again. She looked down to her paws and gasped when she saw blood upon them. A sickening feeling came to her stomach as she turned her head over to Kratos and then back to Sorin. “What happened?” She demanded to know. What…she didn’t understand why was there blood on her...Why did she feel as if she did something terrible…and what about Etta? Annika froze as she looked around. “Etta? Where is Etta?” she said her eyes growing wide, she was fearful for Etta’s safety. Damn, she was supposed to protect her and then she blacked out like that?
Skyla had seen the whole thing unfold before her eyes, but was too stun to say anything. She jumped down from the fainted wolf that she had just knocked out with a surprise attack and carefully made her way over to her friend. She tilted her head up to the blacken sky. She wasn’t sure what was going on anymore. It seems like so many things were changing all because of this…war…attack…she wasn’t even sure what she had to talk about. Her soft eyes grew wide when she saw Annika attack and kill a wolf without remorse. “Calm down, that’s not the real, Annika.” Skyla proclaimed as she suddenly came into the picture with grace and dignity. She had been watching Annika for some time now, watching her because something didn’t seem right. Skyla had asked her dear friend several times if there was anything wrong and Annika would just smile shake her head and say “No, what could possibly be wrong?” No one was that perfect, even a Yuurie Dao had their faults, but Annika…it seemed obvious to Skyla, yet oblivious to others, that she was hiding someone else.
She remained silent for some time until Annika came back to her old self. She quickly raced to her friend’s side. She knew how fragile Annika was on the inside and once she found out the horrid truth that she killed someone and what had happened with Kratos…she would fall apart. Skyla said nothing as she stood before Annika, not quite sure how to put it into words. She tilted her head over to Sorin, whom she never met. She felt bad for her friend, and Skyla pushed away her own worries and she would be there for her. “Annika…everything is going be okay.” It was the only words that she could find to say. What else could she say? Oh you kind of went crazy and killed someone? As well as just admitted to Kratos that you like him more then a friend? Skyla shifted her weight, she wasn’t good at containing her concern and she could see Annika look up at her with concern but Skyla just looked away.
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Post by Scriptureous~ on May 20, 2009 19:53:45 GMT -5
Yeah, real interesting...,” Dragonfly muttered under her breath. She kept on licking the wound until the blood began to clot together and gingerly replaced her paw on the ground. At least she had managed to help the wolf on the ground. Where had that other female who had commented on how odd her power was gone? In her moment of total focus, she had lost track of what had been going on. Come to think of it, where had the wolf she had chased off gone? Gold eyes that shone like two pieces of amber roved the deep green grasses of the field a far as the eye could see, but she couldn’t see the blood drenched animal with dangerous hunger in its eyes anywhere. The sign of anarchy on her side glowed the same deep cerise that the strings of her heart did when they healed, but it was a different kind of red. It was the eerie crimson of blood thirst and hatred, the kind of thing that boiled in the veins and erupted into the mind in a flood of chemicals to cloud the senses and blot out everything but the focus of rage and hunger.
Dragonfly felt as if she had just been forcibly shoved between two rocks and stabbed over and over again with hundreds of little needles. The blueish strings, still tinged with crimson, withdrew weakly into the safety of her warm body. A faint, cool breeze that smelled heavily of graphite tossed about her gray and white fur and brought the scent of fresh water to tickle her pinkish, quivering nose. Flies buzzed close to her to try and take a bite out of her wounds. She switched them away with a quick flick of her thick tail. She licked the injury on her leg once more before picking herself up and gingerly taking a few steps away from Shakun and the female that didn’t seem to be stirring into wakefulness just yet. She sniffed and glanced back at Shakun, sticking out her lower lip. ”I’m going to go to back to my thicket. Bye.” With a single wave of her tail as if it were a hand waving the goodbye salute, she marched on tenterhooks towards the thicket she had dubbed her sleeping place. The smooth skin like leaves promised shelter and rest from the storm of war that raged in near silence around them.
What was that? The leaves shifted noisily against one another, releasing a smell worse than the carcass of a dead animal(and believe you me, that isn’t a great smell). She sniffed once, but her weary mind passed it off as an animal that had accidentally gotten itself doused in the rapist wolves’ blood. ”Shoo ” she called out, leaping forward. Dragonfly had forgotten the reason for the warm blood that trickled down her sides and landed on quivering legs. A pent up whimpering groan rolled off her tongue like the syllables of a foreign language. The thicket abruptly fell still, and small tingles crept up the back of her neck. ”Who’s there?” she demanded suspiciously. No, no, no Get away, get away He can smell you, idiot That voice in her head definitely wasn’t hers. It was deep and masculine like the clanging of a big brass bell. She backed up a few stumbling steps and fell on her butt, sitting there like she had just found out she had AIDS. GET UP AND RUN RUN The voice kept screaming at her like that for a few minutes before it fell into a sudden and hair raising silence.
A huge figure flowed towards her out of the wild bush, but it all happened like she was in a fairytale. That was the big bad villain coming to kidnap the tired little princess and her knight in shining armor would come at any moment to rescue her from his evil grasp. Dragonfly hoped in vain that the knight or prince guy would show up soon, ‘cause that wolf was getting close really fast. Once again she felt herself hanging in the air as if from an invisible cord(but this time the kidnapper was visible) and gasped. His teeth had grasped a place on the back of her neck where there were several deep scratches. She bucked wildly, but it was too late and the stench was overpowering... She felt herself go slack and she slipped into darkness from the pain and the smell, her body still trying to fight after the darkness enveloped her.
Shakun lifted his ears and met Sorin’s gaze evenly. What would his fellows say if he started treating a Goddess like she was equal to him instead of higher up in the hierarchy? Shakun knew the answer without one of them present. They would tell him that he was a disappointment and that he should treat a Goddess with more courtesy. But would they complain if she had told him directly not to give her a title? He looked away after a minute to peer down at the brown female and the little healer that had so rudely pushed him out of the way. He didn’t mind, really, because she had just wanted to heal the little female. When new wounds began to open up on her body, he wanted so badly to push her away that he twitched convulsively. Her power was so wrong and weird that it boggled his mind. Usually healers just sped up the healing process, but this little one actually took the wounds onto her body like a self-sacrificing martyr.
”Sorin, I never asked for you to follow me around until I die. It was purely your choice.” His voice was slow and deliberate, as if he was using up a great deal of patience just to force out the words. He squeezed his eyes closed, trembling in an effort not to just get up and walk away. He refused to let himself walk away from the situation like a coward. He jumped when something crashed into Sorin and looked around curiously to see the little pup that had been following that Annika wolf around like her shadow. What was she doing running around on her own? How could the female that was watching her be so careless? He listened to their conversation carefully, but could barely understand what she was trying to say. He had learned a few words of her language once, but had forgotten much of what he had learned. That was when his nursemaid had started to open up her hate. Maybe her hate had something to do with the way that he had turned out.
Shakun nodded vaguely when Sorin spoke to him and watched as she stormed off to go who knew where, barely noticing how mad she was. Monsters? Had she said something about monsters? Shakun’s eyes refocused, watching her retreating figure intensely. He knew she would be safe, but he couldn’t help worrying a little bit that she would be captured or something. If she was then he would hunt down every one of those lousy creatures until they released her. He knew it was unrealistic, but he couldn’t help thinking it with a satisfying kind of ferocity. If someone else got hurt on his watch, then that would be like a second strike against him. His brow creased and he examined his paws so thoroughly that he might have been making sure that they were still there. Were the Gods on their side in this war or were they secretly plotting against destroying them and their peace? He could not tell at that point.
He looked up at the healer when she made to leave, narrowing his eyes. ”It isn’t safe for you to be out there alone in your condition,” he hissed. Of course she didn’t listen. He smelled the tangy scent of iron from the blood that was matting on her gray fur. The whispers of her paws hitting the ground were perfectly audible to him. Shakun walked after her a few steps, but then remembered the other two and turned back, keeping a careful eye trained on her. He heard the loud rustling from the shrubs and the fur on the back of his neck prickled uncomfortably. There was someone there that shouldn’t be there. He looked back at the other two to make sure they were okay. The little pup was looking at him with a frightened expression and the other one was still as ever. When he turned around, the healer had disappeared. He saw the retreating figure of a gray wolf and fury burned on the heat of his skin and fur. Shakun wanted badly to chase after the bastard that had nabbed her, but he had to stay with the puppy. He turned back and went to sit next to her, unfolding a wing protectively and wrapping it around her as if to shield her from all the bad things in the world.
”Curse the Gods who made this such a twisted world.”
Etta felt a creeping shiver wrack her body. She gazed up at Sorin with evergreen eyes, trying her hardest to understand what she said. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make sense of any of the strange words that just sounded like strangled pieces of her own language. It sounded so foreign and wrong to her ears that she almost wanted to cry. She couldn’t wash the memory of her friend’s face twisting into something ugly and monstrous. It stuck with her like a burr sticking to her shaggy fur and dug into her mind like a piece of glass traveling deeper the more she tried to concentrate on something else. It swam in front of her mind’s eye like something black and horrid trying to dominate all the free space. She could almost smell the evil of the creature that Annika had killed and the foul stench of its black blood. Annika had been no different than the creatures that she remembered from her past and the creatures hiding somewhere in the forest after all.
Etta slowly lifted herself away from the ground, watching as Sorin left. It seemed that she could trust nobody, not even the ones that seemed nice at first. Something gripped her chest like a noose constricting and something like a rock weighed down on her head. When would the day end? When would the peace begin? She was distracted by another small female saying her goodbye. Etta thought the expression on her face looked a little bit deranged but kind in general, and felt a little bit better. Wait, why was she leaving? She was going to get caught! She leaped onto all fours, watching the hedge move and then fall still... and then the thing burst from the leaves and caught hold of Dragonfly in its mouth. Etta’s deep evergreen eyes grew wide with horror. Suddenly all she wanted to do was hide her head like an ostrich and never come out of the safe dark...
She observed Shakun moving closer suspiciously. She trusted males much less than females and was still mindful of him even though he reminded her of a big teddy bear. His wing flexed and fell around her, blocking her view of everything around her. She felt gratitude well up in her chest, sitting on the noose that had wrapped itself there.
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Post by Essence on May 21, 2009 0:02:09 GMT -5
Sorin watched as the wolf fainted, the markings fading, and then Annika standing and looking about wildly. "Etta is safe. That is all you need to know." She said, her voice cold. Her eyes flicked to the other female, whom had come running the moment Annika awoke. Afraid to be in the middle of it all? Weak. "Everything will not be alright. She gave in." She paused, words dripping in hate. "Now she has a battle to win. Not only this," Sorin paused, scanning over the bodies that littered the ground. "but inside herself. And you," She paused, turned her gaze to Kratos "Dumbass, if you dare give up on her, you are nothing but a weakling. Yes, a weakling. Just remember, before you can face yourself, you have to face others." Sorin finished, a cold smile placed firmly on her lips. She turned then, back to the forest. "When you lot find the alpha male or female of your pack, have him or her come find me after my nap. We shall start planning how to win this war with the fewest deaths. Until then, I'm going back to where I was before I was rudely interrupted, and sleep. I feel like I just died and came back." She called over her shoulder, wincing as pain shot through her body, now that the anger was gone. She didn't wait for a answer, she didn't wait for any comments on what she said, she just pushed past the first tree... her Ribbon covering her body, blinding her into the background, as though she simply disappeared.
Aiya;; Half of one heart
Why is my head throbbing? Why is my body numb? Why and I being dragged? Ow. Someone just threw me on the ground. What is that sound? What are those things touching me! Why can't I wake up? The thoughts ran through her head, but she had no strength to open a eye, much less talk. Wait, where was her brother? She couldn't hear him? Nyvi! She called out in her mind, but the words never made it past there. Was she dead? No, the throbbing in her head told her that wasn't so. She was very much alive, and she didn't know where her brother was... What happened to her? She struggled to sit up, to do anything. She needed answers, and she wasn't getting any the way she was at the moment. Her heart pounded in her chest, echoing in her ears. She needed to sit up, she needed to get up... It was useless. She was useless.
Finally, she let out a gasping sob, and then she opened her eyes. First, the stench filled her nose, sending a wave of panic through her body, then the pain from her wounds, and then the sight of a small pup. Why was a pup here? She sat up, propped up on a elbow. She ignored the pain, that could wait. Then the male moved forward, even though she couldn't focus on his form. What had happened to her? Then she heard something shift behind her, and she twisted, growling. What now? Would something attack her and these wolves? Why was she with these wolves? Where was she? Where was her brother? She needed answers.
Sorin shredded the Ribbon the moment she stepped into the clearing, the need to sleep hitting her like a brick. She stumbled a bit, shaking her head before regaining balance, and padding up to the small group she had left behind. Wait- one was missing, and the small brown female was awake. She let out a sigh... this would keep her from sleep just that much longer. She limped up to the group, sitting down finally. She ignored the female that had just awoken, and turned to the pup that was hidden under Shakun's wing. How would she commune with the pup? It was evident that she couldn't understand Sorin, and Sorin couldn't understand her. She flicked her tail in annoyance before turning to the wounded female. What would she say? 'Oh, how are you feeling?' She was in pain, that was clear. 'Anything you want to know?' Of course. Sorin didn't have the patience right then to deal with all those questions. So instead, she turned to Shakun. "Don't think everything I do, I have free will to, Shakun." She stated calmly. She closed her eyes, swaying slightly as she felt the light-headedness hit her. She needed to at least get a shield up.. With a flick, the Ribbon that had been floating about her head became visible, hovering there for a few more moments before twisting, flying off, to be nearly level with the ground, spinning in a large circle around the group. It stood up vertically, soon forming a dome-shape shield around them, that was plenty visible. She was too tired to make one that they couldn't see. "It'll keep us hidden from view until the sun sets. We'll be safe until then," She stated calmly. She opened her eyes, looking up to the shield as though saying Thank you before turning to the female wolf. "Sorin," She dipped her head slightly. "We found you being taken by another wolf, female. We stopped her, and chased her off, and since then you have been here. You were more than likely taken by those..things. Any more than that, we don't know. I suggest you go back to sleep, those things, or the first group of wolves, will strike again either tonight or tomorrow if they have any strategy at all. Attack while we're picking up the pieces." Her voice grew dark, eyes shadowing as she thought of the past. Attacking while the other pack was weak... She remembered the first time she did that, and now it haunted her mind. She remembered just her and a few other Amasites facing a pack of wolves alone, and coming away with only one or two lost from their small group. She returned to reality, just in time to catch the female's question. "Well, your brother is more than likely dead." She replied bluntly, staring the female in the eyes.
Aiya;; Half of one heart
"Where is my brother?" The words tumbled out of her mouth, noting what the red female had said before. Those things had taken her? What did that mean? Where was her Amber's Stone? Dead. No, Nyvi couldn't be dead. He was suppose to lead her back to their home pack! He had to be hiding.. he had to be waiting for her. But why had he let them take her? He had to be alive, he had to. Panic spread through her like water, and she knew the panic spread on her face. However, the red female didn't falter in her gaze. Aiya struggled to her paws, stumbling. "He can't be dead..." She whispered. She started to take a step forward, then another. Be careful. Aiya stopped, turning to the red female. "I've forgotten my life. If my brother is dead, then I have no hope of remembering it. Why should I be careful?" She snapped, before padding through the shield that the red female had made. Sorin.. That was her name. That female... No, she needed to find her brother. She ignored the pain, pushing past the forest barrier. If those things had taken her, they would have no further use for her. All the more reason to follow her brother if she found him dead. But she needed to know.. She had to know..
Sorin watched the female slowly stand, and didn't move to help her. She had been in that place one, she had been that female. Searching for someone who had been more like a brother to her than her real one. She flicked her tail. "Be careful." She stated, not moving when the female snapped. She only nodded. Maybe she hadn't been in the same situation... But it was a choice the female had to make. She turned to Shakun, as though telling him if he wanted to chase after the female, to go ahead. She was staying there. She turned away from him and the pup he held under his wing. "I'm taking a nap. I suggest you do too. We'll wake up to war once more, I am guessing." She sighed, closing her eyes. The shield still stood, unflickering, shifting with colors. Sorin paused, lifting her head to look at the pup. She had seen so much that day, Sorin felt her own heart drop. Sorin gestured for the pup to come lay beside her, whispering one of the few words she knew of the language, "Onap." the word felt weird to say, but she hoped the pup knew what it meant. Maybe she was confusing it with some other language she knew parts of, she was just too tired to really care at that point. If the pup came, she would help the pup fall asleep, and then welcome its black wings as well. Until then, she needed to help the pup. There was no way she was allowing her to go back to the one called Annika. Sorin's eyes narrowed at the thought of the she-wolf. Someday, Sorin would find her as a enemy. Someday, that she-wolf could be locked in a battle to death with Sorin. She only hoped it wasn't during this war. Not that soon. No.
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Post by Scriptureous~ on May 21, 2009 17:12:59 GMT -5
Dizzy, so dizzy. The world spun like a cyclone with colors and shapes that ran together endlessly. Dragonfly closed her eyes to black out the nauseating swirling so she could try to make sense of everything. The last thing she remembered was a nauseating stench and a blurred figure with colors of sludge and grime and green mingled with silence and the soft whispers of rustling leaves. After that there was only darkness and pain. She could hear the stealthy sound of scratchy paw pads connecting with the moist soil that stretched endlessly beneath her numb, crushed body. Those things were all around her, circling like starved vultures waiting for their prey to die before they picked the bones clean. She imagined that was where they took the females to violate and torture. Females like her. When the nausea faded, Dragonfly opened her eyes to thin slits in her impassable face. There they were, the rotten creatures with oily fur that looked like garbage, eyes of steel that burned with lust, and a stench that would churn any stomach.
They were the things that had... but she didn’t want to think about that. She sealed her eyes back up, wishing passionately that she were somebody or somewhere else. Even death would be better than the hot humiliation she felt at what they... those... things had done. All she wanted to be was somewhere else. And suddenly she was floating outside of her body, drifting upward like feathery down caught by a stray draft of wind. She looked down and saw her body, its basalt gray fur stained with crimson and sporting scratches and gashes that made her cringe. Dragonfly didn’t know how it was possible that she was floating so far outside of her body. There was the faint possibility that she was dead, but then there wouldn’t be a thin blue thread as thin as a string of silk stretching between her... essence... and her living, breathing body. She couldn’t help but wonder at what a curious phenomenon it was to be floating so far above herself that she could see the monsters and the trees reaching up to the gray clouds like the fingers of a hand.
She couldn’t believe her luck at being able to escape her cumbersome body. Dragonfly wiggled her paws happily and had scarcely looked down at them when movement caught her eye. One of the monsters was stirring from its slumbering circle and was stumbling blindly towards her body. Her eyes grew wide from shock that hit her like a bolt of singing lightning and contempt pressed on her invisible brow. She huffed out a panicky gasp, waving her legs around wildly in a mad attempt to doggy-paddle her way back into her body. She didn’t want to watch what was going on. Dragonfly yanked the blue string holding her to her body with her teeth, trying to pull herself back. Unexpected pain flared in her body and she released the string, dazed. Instead of dragging her back down, it had come loose from her body and was floating free. She wondered what would happen to the string, but she didn’t need to wait long to find out. It coiled inside of her wispy essence, flowing through her like water. Dragonfly felt herself begin to drift back down to earth and felt a curious feeling.
All she had to do was get back into her body. Without warning blue strings shot out in front of her and attached themselves to something lying on the ground. They tightened until the point that it was painful and began to drag her towards something ugly and fetid. She thought it was so strange that she could still smell that she forgot that she was being pulled towards the wrong body. She was yanked the last few yards over the no man’s land and next thing she knew, everything was black. She thought for a moment that she must have fainted or passed out, but she was able to open her eyes. She couldn’t smell. She could hear and see, but she couldn’t breath or smell and the heart in her chest was cold and still. Everything felt all wrong. Her paws braced against the ground, supporting a body that was far too heavy to be hers. One of the monster things looked around with a gleam of surprise in its steely eyes.”I thought you were dead for sure,” it said, expression full of suspicion. ”I saw you fall myself.”Apparently the male thought she was one of his companions. Dragonfly decided to play along with the crazy wolf’s little game. She found she couldn’t speak with no breath, so she took a few cool steps past the thing, and when he didn’t react she pressed on towards her body. She looked down at the sad little thing that was her and pitied it, wondering if it showed in her eyes. Her quiet, uncertain steps led her to stand over the empty shell. She grasped the nape of its neck, lifted up the body, and ran. She crashed through undergrowth until she felt the tingling feeling of fear drain from her and slowed to a gentle walk. When Dragonfly finally stopped, she had found the brown wolf. [/size] [glow=purple,2,300][shadow=grey,left,300]Shakun[/glow][/shadow] There is nothing here for you;;The soft silk of Shakun’s feathered wing rustled as it pulled away from the little pup. White pulled away like a curtain to reveal gray. He pulled the wing into his side, wincing at the pain in his searing muscles. He pondered briefly on whether or not it was possible for changes to happen without pain and that brought him to think of the completely irrelevant topic of change and the pains that he had witnessed in his life. He thought it seemed that everything was a kind of pain. Even happiness seemed to be a pain that everyone used as a kind of shield between themselves and the bad times. The only truly happy ones seemed to be the young and the innocent, who were oblivious to the world. Anger and hatred were the most destructive kinds of hurt. They were the ones that caused action to be taken whether it was good or evil. Then again, he thought, where does that fine line between good and evil actually exist? Everyone has preset ideas of what good and evil are, but evil must think they’re doing something good even when their acts are completely heinous, ‘else they wouldn’t be able to live with themselves. Shakun wondered if it was a matter of simply being misled or if it was actually something they made a choice about.
He met Sorin’s gaze distantly, lost amongst his thoughts. ”I see,” was all he said to her. He almost hadn’t heard her through the haze of his focus and his pain. When the brown wolf left, he scarcely looked up and didn’t notice the look that Sorin gave him. It seemed like everyone had their breaking point. If a wolf went evil, then there was something that drove them over the line and once they were far enough over the line there was no turning back. So what if something caused the wolf to forget that they had been evil and they inadvertently remembered? Would they be confused enough that they went insane? His eyes literally crossed and he felt his mind go blank. Shakun wondered why he even thought about things that killed his brain and thoughts. He heard someone say sleep and snapped out of his reverie to find himself looking at Sorin again. She reminded him of a drop of blood that had seeped from a deadly wound with a story to tell of blood and strife.
Was blood ever cleansed? Did it clean itself in a cycle like rain? Every drop of blood was like the tear of a God crying over the war. Did that mean that even mortals possessed some essence of the Gods they were made after? Shakun slid down onto his stomach, staring off to where the world met the sky in its endless circle. It was like the circle of the phoenix’s life, everlasting and it completed itself with every turn. Was war another of those everlasting cycles that wolves were destined to be caught in? Were they going to be stuck as the pawns of the Gods for as long as they lived? Shakun’s eyelids drooped, and his thoughts grew stranger as he slid into the warm darkness. Would the essence of their blood allow them to one day escape the tyranny of the Gods?Etta All dreams are a reality;;Etta nosed out from under Shakun's wing to stare at the red wolf nervously. All she could think was that something was horribly wrong and Annika couldn't be fixed(I lol'd). She whipped her tail back and forth a few times and narrowed her eyes. Did Sorin want her to sleep? What if the Nightmares came to haunt her? She crept up to the she-wolf's side and tentatively laid a few inches from her. After that it was a mere few seconds before she fell asleep.[/center]
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Post by Nicole on May 25, 2009 17:42:11 GMT -5
K.ratos
[/size] Sleep well, my love ~[/left][/color] Kratos couldn't place his attention on any one thing. One minute things seemed vaguely normal, the next they were all in cahoots. It was all beginning to get to him, eating away at his brain, his sanity. He could feel the pressure baring down on him and he hadn't even done anything yet. He felt like he could break at any given moment, but he couldn't allow that. He had to keep it together. He had to remain sane. He had to think. A sudden commotion to his side caught his attention and he watched, uncaring at first, as Annika remained rooted in one spot before changing into something else, something darker. His emerald tinted eyes narrowed in wonder and the uncaring feeling changed to bewilderment as he watched her take out one of the enemy wolves. His body tensed as he continued to watch her, confusion swarming through his mind. What had happened? Why had she turned into something so unlike herself? He wondered then what else she was keeping him from knowing. Was she something completely different from what she said she was? What was going on?
"I.. don't get you," he spoke slowly as the other side of Annika spoke to him. What was this about her having feelings for him? What was this about letting her go? What was all of this? Not knowing what the hell was going on was beginning to eat at him even more than the other stuff and he could feel himself begin to crack. He could feel himself begin to crash, but he had to remind himself to keep it together. "What the hell? What the hell is going on?" he asked, not speaking to anyone in particular because he knew no one would have an answer. He watched, utterly baffled, as Annika fell to the ground, seemingly returning to her 'normal' self. She had no idea what had happened. He couldn't help but wonder if she suffered from schizophrenia or something of the sort. After all of this was over, they needed to talk. Many things needed to be revealed, many things needed to be cleared, many things needed to be fixed. "I don't.. Annika.. What.." He found himself struggling to find the right words, but his mind was jumbled with the many thoughts floating around. He could hear Skyla speaking, he could hear Sorin yelling, but their words didn't reach his ears. They could have been talking about the weather for all he knew.
He was about to move forward to Annika when it hit him. A familiar feeling came to him then, drowning out his thoughts and other feelings. Something sinister was making its way forward, something he knew from the past but couldn't see right off the bat. "No," he said, his voice barely a whisper. He knew then what it was. He knew then who it was, but what did they want with him? Memories from his past played out before him, though one stood out from all the others and he had his answer. He didn't want to believe it. "No! he said, this time a little louder. "No! What does he want?!" His voice rose in slight anger, slight panic. This couldn't be happening; not now. "Oh, we believe you know what he wants." The voice hissed in a low and sickly tone. Orbs of light ranging from crimson to golden appeared from the shadows of the trees in the distance as an ominous presence flooded the area. "Kratos, God of Sleep..." the voice continued as a group of five ghastly looking creatures stepped from the shadows.
They were unlike any of the other wolves there at the time. They were skeletons, to put it quite literally, but they were stronger than most thought of them to be. They held powers that one could only dream of having, torturing their victims until they were begging for death before they ripped their souls out to collect. They were the best of the best, these five, and that was the reason why they were there before Kratos. "We are here to collect you, Kratos," the largest one, the one with eerie white orbs, spoke. "Malachi has decided he wants you now, and you know why." The skeletal wolf smiled maliciously as if he knew something Kratos didn't. The wolf looked to the other four and nodded once. They formed a circle around Kratos, some snickering quietly while others grinned in grim satisfaction. "Like hell he does," Kratos spoke, a growl rumbling in the depths of his chest. He felt his fury grow as did his panic, but he would not show that he was weak. He would not let these beasts get to him.
"You can make this easy on yourself and just come with us without a fight, or," the white eyed wolf spoke, his tone darkening, you can put up a fight that you will surely lose." The group surrounding him and Kratos began to murmur things in a strange language, a language unknown to Kratos. "You only think that I will lose," Kratos spat, his expression changing to something that was only seen to those who experienced what he could do. I think..." he began, slowly circling the white eyed male, "you need to take a little rest. You must have traveled far to come and get me." His voice had changed drastically; it was dreamy and hypnotic like his eyes now were. The white eyed male laughed loudly, though it sounded more like the hiss of a snake. "You're a fool," he said with a cackle. "You think your little powers are going to work on me or the others here with me?" he asked, his laughter continuing. "Think again, little God. Why would Malachi send us if he didn't think we'd be able to handle you?" The group began to laugh along with the white eyed male, their laughter snapping Kratos back to reality, a reality that was about to get worse.
"Why couldn't he just come himself? Is he not as big and bad as he used to be? Or, well, like he liked to think he was?" Kratos asked, pushing down the panic that was beginning to grow inside him. If he couldn't take them down with his powers, there was no hope for him. There was no point in fighting them; they were much too strong for him. He saw Bao moving in on them out of the corner of his eye and could only hope his powers would have some sort of effect on group before him. "Do not speak of Malachi like that!" the white eyed male spat, fury showing in his voice. "You are going to regret saying that. He is greater than you will ever be! The male advanced on Kratos, circling him just as Kratos was doing. "Oh yes, he is surely greater than I am. He's so great he couldn't even show his great fucking self!" Kratos snapped back, suddenly feeling amused. He knew the end results were not going to be good, but he wasn't going to let it get to him. "Yes, he is just so wonderfully great!" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he began to laugh.
"Silence!" the white eyed male boomed as he raised a paw and shot an unseen force at Kratos, whose laughter ceased to a stop as he began to choke. "Do not deny Malachi's greatness, Kratos. Do not deny his power. You know what he is capable of, you're just in denial," the male spoke in a deadly voice as he tightened the invisible grip on Kratos. Kratos could only sputter in response, his air supply quickly growing less and less. He could see Bao just a few feet away preparing to bring in his wall of darkness, but before he could do that another one of the skeletal beasts whipped around and slammed the black male into one of the surrounding trees without moving or making a sound. "Your brother will not be able to help us, Kratos. No one can help you. No one can save you. You are doomed like the rest." Another rumble of malicious laughter came from the male as he once again tightened his grip on Kratos, who was now struggling to breathe.
'Fuck!' Kratos screamed in his mind as his vision began to grow fuzzy at the edges. His eyes darted frantically to where his brother's unmoving body was, wondering if he was alright. He struggled against the male's grip on him, but it was useless. He could feel his body weakening as the male attacked him with another unseen force, this one reaching inside of his body and tearing at his internal organs and bones. The pain was indescribable and unbearable, but Kratos could do nothing to stop it. It took all the remaining strength he had to keep himself from yelling out loud. He didn't want to give these Lich wolves the pleasure of knowing he was in pain, but he had a feeling they knew even though he was silent. His emerald eyes sought out Annika and his vision grew dimmer. The words the male was speaking to him were not making any sense and he was starting to lose feeling in his body. He thought he heard some bones crack, but he couldn't be sure. The pain was too great and he was slowly losing consciousness. He took one last look around him before the darkness took over and won. The male smiled grimly, pleased that his work was done and Kratos was finally out, and turned to the golden eye wolf. "A portal to the Underworld now," he spoke, his voice oddly cheerful sounding in a maniacal sort of way. "Our work here is done." The golden eye wolf nodded and began to murmur something in the same language as before. His paw rose and came down as if he was slashing something, creating a large circle of light in midair. The Lich wolves paid no attention to the other wolves as if they were not even there and stepped into the portal with Kratos' lifeless body, soon disappearing from the scene. [/size] B.ao [/size] Who said the darkness was bad ~[/right][/color] It didn't occur to Bao that something bad was about to happen as he continued to pull up walls of darkness and shadow beasts. It didn't occur to him that something from his brother's past was about to show up on their doorstep and take him away, but he would know soon enough. He hadn't taken notice of it at first as he was busy doing his own thing, but it hit him about the same time it hit Kratos. At once, his creations disappeared into thin air and his head snapped around to where Kratos stood staring off into the trees. "Shit," he said audibly, tensing up. He had never gotten the full story from Kratos, but he knew what he needed to know. "Those fuckers!" he growled, the fur on the back of his neck bristling. He saw as they approached from the shadows and formed a circle around Kratos, watching in anticipation. He had to think of something fast. He knew well enough that these guys were no match for Kratos even though he was a God. He didn't even know if he would be able to take care of them.
As the one male began to speak to Kratos, Bao began to move forward and plot out his plan. He would bring in his wall of darkness and get Kratos out of there, but what if one of the wolves could see through it? What if one of them held some sort of Light power? "Nonsense, Bao. Just do it," he murmured to himself, keeping a low profile on himself as he crept around in the darkness. He froze in his steps as the male barked an order at Kratos, watching as he put some sort of hold on his brother. "That bastard," he growled, feeling his chest tighten with anger. "You're not going to get away with this." Just as he was about to bring the wall of darkness, one of the Lich wolves turned and picked him up with his eyes, throwing him a great distance and into a tree. Bao's vision blurred and the world spun before him. His breathing slowed and he heard someone say something, but he didn't know who it was or what was said. He couldn't remember what he was thinking as the world went black and swallowed him up like the wall of darkness that he carried with him. K.aige [/size] The future is irrelevant ~[/left][/color] "What does it matter to you?" [/color] Kaige asked, his voice monotonous. "Can't a guy wander around without being questioned, or is that against the law?" A smirk crossed his maw but it quickly disappeared and his expression went void of any emotion. Truth be told, he really didn't know what he was doing back in this place. It wasn't like he really wanted to be there, but he was. There were one too many memories he had here, some good and some bad. When he thought about it, it seemed like most of them were bad. Sure, they started out good, but things grew progressively worse. Shinrin showed up. Velia showed up. Thanatos, the one wolf who had caused the end to Kaige's "good" life, showed up only to finish where he had left off. The fight between him and Thanatos. Their deaths. Shinrin bringing him back to life. Finding out Kali was with someone else. Him leaving. It all played out before his very eyes and he relived every moment as if they had all happened yesterday. If that's how it was, if this place really held just a bunch of bad memories, why stick around? He knew there was an answer but he couldn't find it. Maybe he was in denial. Maybe there was something there he was hiding. Maybe he just wanted to remember the good times. "What a bunch of bullshit," he muttered to himself, staring off into the distance, past Kali. He was still frozen in the same place, not being able to find the ability to move. It was almost as if something had a hold on him, keeping him rooted to the ground on which he stood upon. He didn't want to wonder why, or even know why he was stuck there. Deep down inside, he knew. Oh, he did know but he wasn't going to 'fess up to it. His crimson eyes would not meet her's, nor would he even allow himself to look at her after speaking. He had taken notice of the fact that she was different, different in more ways than one. It wasn't like he was the same either. Everyone changed over time, it was just something that was bound to happen. But there was something there, something bothering him only slightly. He had the feeling she was up to something, or maybe hiding something, but wasn't he doing the same? Was it not right for her to be doing that, but it was right for him? Was he being hypocritical? The answer to that was yes, but what did he care? He wouldn't let it bother him. She could be how she wanted to be and he would be how he wanted to be. "Well...," he spoke, shifting his weight from one paw to the other as he prepared himself to move forward again. What more was there to add to that? 'Oh, there is plenty more. Plenty more, Kaige, and you know it.' Oh yes, he knew that was true but was he going to do anything about it? Was he going to say anything? No. There was unfinished business between the two, but he was not wanting to get into it. Not here, not now.. probably not ever. It was in the past and the past needed to remain that way. There was no need to make things worse, or try to fix things that were irreparable. 'Irreparable... quit lying to yourself.' Things were reparable. They could make amends. It probably wouldn't happen; they were both very stubborn. It would be best to leave and not try to fix the broken patches between them, but would he do it? Could he do it? Could he live with wondering what could have happened had they tried to fix things? As he began to move forward again, he spoke. "I'm on my way now." His voice was callous as he walked past her, and when he spoke again, he looked directly at her before he was completely past her. "There is nothing worth my time here."[/center][/blockquote][/size] ooc;; okay, so it's not put together perfectly but I finally posted! [/b]
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Post by --> S u s a n on May 26, 2009 20:35:20 GMT -5
Annika was lost and confused for she had no idea what was going around her. She could hear others talk to her, yet she could not understand what they were saying. She sunk lower into the ground and buried her head into her paws, trying to think of what was going on. She could not remember anything, and yet she felt as if she had done something horribly wrong, only she just didn’t know what it was. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate, and began to block out all the voices. It was only then did she feel it. She felt a cold dark presence lingering within her heart and soul. She was quite surprise, because she never felt it this strong before. Yes, deep down inside she knew she had darkness lingering within her heart, but she just assumed that was because she killed her mate. “Kyros…” She mumbled under her breath, so low that in fact she could barley hear the words. What was wrong with her? What was happening? She felt her body shaking, for she was scared of what was going to happen to her, what was going to happen to everything around her.
Aw, Annika, you don’t have to be so blue, you finally accepted your destiny.
The voice lingered in Annika’s head; she lifted her head slightly up. It was the same voice she heard right before she blacked out. She thought she just imagined things, but perhaps she wasn’t.
What do you want with me? Who are you? Annika thought in a bitter voice.
Soon you we shall meet, very soon… and the voice and presence left and Annika felt a weight of burned upon her shoulders. She lifted her head up and took a deep breath as she slowly turned her head toward Kratos, it was only then did she notice strange skeleton creature like wolves surrounding Kratos. She did not like this feeling of this. She pushed herself up from the ground, turning to face them. “Kratos…” She whispered as she took a few steps forward. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but before she knew it Kratos was gone.
Gone.
“Kratos!” Annika cried out, as she ran to the spot he once was stand, but not anymore. “Kratos.” She called to the blacken sky, but of course no one would answer her. She pinned her ears back upon her head as she felt a drop on her forehead, but she ignored it. She fell to the ground in tears. She felt a sharp pain in her heart, which ran throughout her body. It was a pain she had not felt before, so she did not quite understand it. “Kratos…Kratos…I’m sorry.” She did not know why she was sorry. She had nothing to say sorry for, yet she felt like everything was her fault. So much had happened in such little time. She did not dare ask what more could happen. She felt salty tears in her mouth, but she ignored them, as well as feeling as more drops came down upon the sky. Rain.
You must let go, Annika. Let go of him. Like you had to let go of Kyros.
Annika shook her head, crying to the point where the tears were stinging her eyes and she had to close them tightly. No…no…I can’t do that! She thought to herself as she grinded her teeth together. She couldn’t let that happen. Kratos…he had been such a good friend to her. They had met not long ago, and yet she felt like she could trust him, she wanted him to trust her. But now, now what did he think? And where did he go? She couldn’t let go of him, because he was important to her. He was a very good friend to her, she didn’t want to lose him, and she couldn’t.
“Kratos…I….I..l..” the words clogged her throat and she felt more tears run down her cheek. She did not know what she could do. After all she was such a mess right now, usually she was put together, always with a smile…and for some reason she could not stop crying today. From Shruikan to what had happened to the headless wolf and now Kratos disappeared with strange creatures and she was not sure what she could do, she had no idea where he was at all. She dug her face into her paws once more, feeling useless. Perhaps he would have been better if he had never known her; she caused him nothing but trouble…but…
Yes, just let go… The voice taunted her.
No, I can’t do that. I can’t…because…there still has to be a chance.
A sudden thought ran though her mind and suddenly she pushed herself up from the ground and ran toward Kratos’ brother Bao who was currently unconscious at the moment. “Bao,” she whispered in a low voice at first, but her voice slowly began to rise. “Bao! You need to wake up! You need to tell me where Kratos is…because…because I need to find him…because we promised to stand by each other and help fight. I never back down from promises!” She only hoped that he would wake up, he needed to wake up, for he was the only one who could help her now. She couldn’t let Kratos go, she had to help him, there had to be something for her to do. Anything at all, but she couldn’t stand by and cry while who knows what was happening to Kratos
Kratos…please, wait for me. I’m coming. She thought to herself, hoping that Kratos would understand it, believing that he knew that she was coming.
Annika turned her head as she felt the rain beginning to pour now, for the first time really able to feel it. A frown came over her maw and her eyes grew wide as she saw her coat was dripping with blood. She turned to look at the ground which was now covered with blood. She realized something.
It was raining blood.
Skyla did not pay attention to what was going around her. She had to do something fast and put an end to all this. She ignored the words around her and began to run back from where she came. She would find whoever started this war and finish him off, for now she had a feeling that Kainam was not the Alpha, perhaps a beta or something. She sighed, still wondering why he was so kind to her, or was it some kind of trap or trick so that she would let her guard down. Well, if it that then she is not going to let it happen. She wasn’t going to let him get away with what he was planning, whatever it was. She just…couldn’t. She had to prove to everyone…to her father…and to herself that she was a capable leader.
She kept on running. The thoughts of everything that happened ran through her head. Her and Kainam fighting, and then Jactor taking her away and having his way with her…then Kainam and the beat of his heart and the warmth of his skin, everything…seemed to burden down upon her heart. She could feel tears sting her eyes, but she pushed them away. She knew she could not cry now, no, she had to be strong. She had to be strong for the pack, for poor Annika, for Tescin, for everyone. That included her; for she knew crying would get her no where. She could feel herself slow down, but she did not know why. She felt as the tears escaped her eyes and rolled down her cheek.
“No, Skyla. You cannot cry now, you have to remain strong.” But no matter what she told herself the tears kept on coming, to the point she felt her legs give and she laid there and cried. She felt so alone. Suddenly she felt a presence near her, and just like before, when she looked up she saw a hazy Kainam looking down at her….with sad eyes. He lay down next to her, placing his head across her own. Her eyes went wide as she felt the warmth of his skin, his scent, and his beating heart. This caused her to cry even more. What was happening to her? He whispered words over and over to her, but she tried to ignore them, but every one of them shot through her heart like an arrow, which caused even more tears to swell up into her eyes.
“Why…” She whispered shaking her head, feeling as he pressed himself closer to her, as if the world was closing onto her. She took deep breaths for it was getting harder for her to breath, feeling as her throat tightening and she felt a pained feeling in her chest. “Why are you doing this?” She asked, not sure if she would be able to stand the pain any longer. She heard him whisper to her, which caused her to freeze. His words did not make sense to her. Why would he say such a thing? He was evil and she was good. They were fighting against each other and yet he goes and says something like that? She almost wanted to believe it…yet she couldn’t, she didn’t want too! She opened her eyes and pushed herself off the ground and walked away from Kainam, shaking her head. Her fur soaked in tears. She looked up at Kainam, who was now feet away from her. A gust of wind blew through her fur, she said nothing at first. She watched as he took a step forward and whispered he name.
“No, no. I don’t want to hear this anymore…I can’t do this…Kainam…” She whispered as she turned around and began to take a few steps away from him. She paused and looked back at him with sad eyes. “The next time we meet…we will fight…you were lucky this time around.” She whispered as she walked off away, she heard him call to her, but she ignored his words. She began to run, right then, feeling the tears burns her eyes. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do or where she was going.
All she knew is she wished this pain would go away.
She did not even pay attention when it began to rain blood.
Kali froze at his words cut through her. She frowned and narrowed her eyes. It wasn’t as if she was demanding anything, she had just asked a simple question. Frankly she was surprised he would even come here, for some reason she just assumed he had a reason of coming back here, after all he knew what this place was. He knew what laid here. Then again…he could go around and ask her the same question that she had asked him. Would she have given the same answer as he? She did not know, for some reason she felt as if she wouldn’t be able too. She felt a metallic taste in her mouth, it was bitter and she realized it was blood, but it was not of her own, she shifted her weight, unsure what she should say or what she could say. She turned her head and looked away from him.
“Fuck. It was just a simple question. You don’t have to get all prissy about it.” She snarled in a bitter tone. Before, back into the past she would have succumbed to his words and apologized saying she didn’t mean it. She was such a fool, weak and pathetic, things were different know. Kaige knew that too. She could tell by watching him; however she noticed that he never looked at her directly, as if he was avoiding her. She could not blame him though. She lowered her head to the ground, watching as blood dripped down from her coat. She could feel it now, even after just finishing eating, she wanted more blood. No correction, she needed more blood. She felt her stomach tighten and her throat go dry. She tilted her head upward; she didn’t understand why it was like this. Why this hunger for blood had gotten to the way it was, why she felt as if she had not eaten in days.
She watched as Kaige walked past her and said those words. An old feeling came back, it was not much, just a tinge of the feeling she used to get whenever he left her – or when she left him. It always came to someone leaving. She had came to herself to believe that her and Kaige just were not meant to be. They were never meant it…because they were different, but yet she felt as if they were the same. She knew they probably would be way better off if they never saw each other again, yet why did they keep meeting up? For some reason no matter how much she changed…she felt her old self rises against her chest whenever he was near her. She pushed the feeling away. She did not want to feel anything anymore.
She shook her head as she stood there frozen as he spoke saying that there was no reason for him to be here. Perhaps he was right, for there wasn’t. What should they say to each other? Wasn’t everything done and over with? She closed her eyes. Of course what was she thinking on him saying? It would be awkward for them to have small chat, might as well as cut to the point – there was no point. She frowned as she pinned her ears back upon her head. She turned her head and watched him. She then said something she never thought she would say, ever. She had closed up her heart to the world. To everyone, even to herself, yet the words flowed so easily from her mouth. It wasn’t really the words she spoke; it was how she spoke them. They were low, almost a whisper and was filled with sadness, but she did not feel it. No, she did not.
“Funny, it’s just like before…always…the same with us.”
She quickly turned her head away from him. Unsure if he heard her or not, probably, but she didn’t want to believe it. She cleared her throat and said in a bitter tone. “Fine, leave. You are right. There is no point of you being here anymore, huh?” She said in a cruel tone, trying to make up for the words she let slip out.
She tilted her head up toward the sky when she felt rain against her fur, but was quite surprised to see that infact it was blood. She stuck her toungue out and felt it hot against her tongue. She shook her head at the bitter sweet taste of the tainted blood.
Words: 2687 Thoughts: I feel bad for them D: and oh I lost muse so I will post for Kainam’s part later on (also keeps it a mystery on what he said, ooo, never thought of that did we, so HAH xD )
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Post by Essence on May 27, 2009 0:10:22 GMT -5
Sorin watched as the pup laid down, falling asleep even before she could say anything else. She chuckled softly, something she was not use to doing. She turned to Shakun, to find he, too was asleep. Odd. She was the one talking about going to sleep, and those two fell asleep even before she had a chance to lay her head on her paws.
Sorin turned to the skies, closing her eyes. So much had happened that day. So much more would happen in the following... They had no clue. She had no clue, just how much would happen in the days following. But there was something she did know, she had to take it one step at a time. After she napped, she would find the one that ruled these rules and tell them that she was going to help. Even if Shakun said he wasn't going to... She couldn't let these wolves become slaves of those things. She didn't care if it killed her, there was no way in hell she was going to leave this land the way it was. She would make her debt up in her next lifetime if she had to. She let out a sigh, gazing out over the landscape once more. Something caught her eye, and she froze, upper lip curling into a silent snarl. They knew where she was, they could see her Ribbon, she could see one of them now. He turned away, disappearing into the shadows. "You damn well better hide." She growled, keeping her tone down since there were two sleeping wolves in the area. She wasn't going to rest until every last one of those things was dead.
It was the calm after one storm, and the calm before another. They needed to relax while they could. She turned, putting her head under her tail. The shield around the three wolves flickered before darkening into a solid color that matched Sorin's fur. It thickened until the light was blocked, making the area a foggy black. Even though the sun was still in the sky, the shield darkened, making it seem like last evening, or possibly even night. However, they could see outside, if one was awake. The affect was only to help one sleep, one Sorin had take years to master. She did... after all take a lot of naps.
She paused before she let sleep take her. She lifted her head, looking over at the pup. She felt for her. She had been through a lot that day alone, not to mention the fact she would've had to lose both of her parents to be stranded, and she hadn't had a mental breakdown yet. "Sleep peacefully, young one." She whispered, before once again curling up and finally letting the black wings of sleep envelope her.
Sorin blinked. Everything was dark, she couldn't see a thing. She stepped forward, feeling water fold itself over her. She let out a gasp, the scene filling out before her. She let out a short cry as she tumbled forward, head-first into a river. She kicked around wildly, unsure of which way was up. Her heart pounded, her lungs screaming for air. Where was her Ribbon when she needed it? Help! She cried out in her mind, knowing the plea would go unanswered. Panic filled her mind, her motions slowed. What was that saying? Die in a dream, die in the waking word? Shit. She kicked harder, finally breaking to the surface. She gasped, looking around through her haze of near unconsciousness. Her heart pounded in her ears, pain and panic clouding her judgment. She was in a river, or a lake.. or ocean. She couldn't see the shores, just the wide expanse of water.
A blinding flash of white light filled her vision, and when she blinked and finally opened her eyes, she found herself in a meadow. The ground was firm under her paws, the sky clouded. Her mind still reeled, her stomach threatening to toss her last meal. What the hell? She looked around, seeing nothing, no one, but the waves of grass. Then lightning flashed across the sky, rain and hail pouring from it. The wind picked up, blowing Sorin's fur in every direction. Then came the familiar sound... She turned, seeing the twister heading straight for her. She turned and bolted, running for her life. The sound got louder and louder, until the point she thought she would go deaf. She closed her eyes, expecting the worst, then it stopped, and she slowed to a walk, opening her eyes. There were bodies all around her, fighting. She looked around, confused. What was this? Someone broke free from the fighting, heading straight for her. She turned, growling. Instinct kicked in, and she jumped at the wolf, landing on his side. This sent them both tumbling down the hill the fight took place on, both fighting for any skin they could tear into. Hate boiled up inside her gut, and she didn't know why. Then warm blood spilled over her face, and she looked up to see the wolf's eyes grow distant, and his body falling limp against her own. She gasped, rolling out from under his dead body. She stood up, backing up. What had she done? She had killed that wolf... She didn't even know him! Wait- his fur was changing. She paused in mid-step, watching as his blood turned his fur a dark red that spread until it covered his body. She froze in horror, the images coming back to her in flashes. "Kit..." She whispered, her ears flattening against her head. That was what he meant. She had killed him.. How could she have killed him and not remembered? How could she have killed him in the first place?
Sorin watched as the very dead wolf rose to its paws, too horrified to move. She watched as the body approached her, the face wearing a tortured expression, wearing the face of her lost friend. "Attack... Kill... Sorin... Orders..." Sorin blinked when it spoke. Orders? Kill? He had been sent to kill her? She felt her body grow numb, it spreading over her like her Ribbon did when it covered her so she could blend in with it. "Who gave the orders?" She asked, taking a step forward. But before her paw even landed on the ground, the corpse fell, becoming a dead Kit once again. Sorin paused, looking up at the fighting wolves. They had stopped fighting, all of them staring at her. She didn't look down at the wolf she had killed, she only turned away. With shat, she padded away from the scene, the wolves not following her.
She continued walking until the ground grew rocky under her paws, until she had to jump from boulder to boulder in order to continue on. She didn't know where she was, she just wanted out of this place. She jumped to a ledge of a cliff, landing gracefully on it. She paused, looking back at the boulder she had jumped from. It all came back to her so naturally; the land of her pack was like this. Boulder to boulder, the reason her pack had a advantage. She turned back to the path, following it, jumping when it broke way. Round and round it went, leading her higher and higher until it evened out. She paused, looking at the landscape. The rocks below rolled in hills, jagged edges reaching up into the sky. She looked up, following their piercing points as they threatened to rake their claws across the sky. Finally, Sorin tore her eyes away from the formation, continuing up the path the rest of the short way. When it evened out, she froze. A wolf form sat in the middle of the flattened plane, staring at her. Directly at her. She took a hesitant step forward, stepping toward the black shape. "Why do you keep sending me dreams?" She asked, her voice not giving way to the unease she felt. The form didn't answer, and she felt the need to turn and run, even if it meant jumping off the cliff, and landing on the stony ground far below. She didn't though, she just stayed where she stood, staring at the thing. When the thing finally did move, Sorin had only enough time to take a step back as its body shifted, showing teeth that swallowed her up in pure black. For the first time since she was a pup, she felt real fear. It consumed her, turning her body into a ice cold that seeped to her very core. "Get the hell away from me!" She shouted, trying to struggle against the black, but it didn't work. She felt her heart slow, the next beat seeming to take forever until...
Sorin jumped up, her heart racing, dizziness taking over. She stumbled, trying to find her footing. Then something fat, wet, and thick dropped on her head, and she looked up. The sky... it was a deep red, darker than her own fur. "Ho-" She started, but then pain shot through her body, and the edges of her vision flickered as she spun around, seeing a wolf just about her size standing behind her before the flickering vision turned out to be a fainting spell.
Aiya;; Half of one heart
Aiya stared at the limp body. It couldn't be. No, it had to be some kind of sick joke. But no, his Amber's Stone was around his neck, the blood pooled at her paws telling her more than she needed to know. Her brother... Nyvi... was dead. She knew it now. She could see fragments of her life flashing in the back of her eyelids. She shut her eyes, raising her head back in a angry, revengeful howl. It was cut short as she fell beside his body, silently mourning his death. Then she heard something behind her, and she spun around, thinking it was one of the two wolves that had been there when she awoke. But no, it was one of those things, with a female it its jaws. A growl she didn't know she had, tore through her throat, and she bent her head, ripping her brother's stone from his neck as she spun to face the thing. "You killed him! You killed my brother!" She cried out from around the bloody Amber's Stone in her jaws. Aiya didn't ask for questions, she didn't stop the think. The metal wings shot out of her back in a small amount of pain, anger clouding it, the blue vines wrapping around them pulsing. "You killed him!" She repeated.
Aiya watched from the corner of her eye as the years of training came forth, ice shards as long as she was formed and rose in the air, her eyes clouding over in pain. "You will all pay!" She cried, watching as the ice shard shot out at the thing, whom she didn't know was Dragonfly, the very wolf that was limp in her own jaws. She just saw pure red, clouded by pain, loss, and need for revenge.
Iyio Thou shalt not be betrayed under my gaze
"Hurry it up! We don't need that male coming after us!" Iyio hissed as three of her packmates carried the red female off. She hesitated a moment before turning, racing off through the forest once more. Everything became a blur to her as she jumped over everything, until a certain something caught her eye. She stopped, crouching close to the ground as she spotted Skyla. She skidded to a stop, spinning around to watch as the female sped off. A confused look came on her face, her jumping up to a tree limb above her to get a better view of what was around her. Had one of those half-dead things gotten her? Oh, Tero would want to know about that. He'd rip the rest of their fur off their bodies himself. She would like to watch that, it would promise blood and gore... Then she saw the beta. Iyio froze before lightly jumping from limb to limb, having to pause a few times to find one strong enough to support her weight before dropping down beside him. "That alpha female is over there, you know?" She asked, nodding in the direction she had come from. "Surly you could've heard it, unless you are going deaf." She paused, looking at the beta before shrugging, padding away from him. "Better hurry up. Tero will want to plot with you now that we know the pack, I'm guessing. Haven't had the chance to get to him, going back now, but I thought I should let you know so I shouldn't have to come all the way back here if the order is given." Because I think my legs might fall off. The silent complain hung in the air, but she didn't let it for long, for within the next moment she was racing off through the forest once more, heading for her pack leader.
Tero Standing in vengeance
He looked at the limp red female, turning to the three that had finally brought her to him. She would be the perfect sacrifice... He turned, looking at the three. "Go get your day's food" He growled, watching them leave as he turned back to the red female, who seemed to be stirring.
Sorin opened her eyes, pain shooting through her head. "Holy crap." She mumbled, raising her head. She looked around, frowning when she didn't spot her Ribbon. It was normally around her neck... where did it... Then it all came back to her. The fight, her death, the announcement, the pup, the rest, the dreams, and finally... being knocked out. She jumped to her paws, spinning around to face the male that hovered over her. "Get the hell away from me." She growled. Suddenly, she was aware of eyes on her, every eye in the clearing. Where was this? She flicked her tail, ears flattening against her head when she spotted one of those things in the clearing. "You are in good terms with those bastards? You fucking idiots! I'll kill them, then you!" She growled, her anger flaring. But the male only looked at her before saying something, and she stumbled back, feeling like she had been hit. "What the hell?" She whispered, before something else hit her, her vision blacking out for a moment before she looked at the male. "Chicken. Using spells, nothing but a cow-" Her words were cut off as pain shot through her body, then she felt it go numb, her eyes falling to close, and the hard earth hitting her side.
Sorin opened her eyes, light spilling into them, causing her to shut her eyes again. Why was it so bright? She paused, opening her eyes and looking around. A moment ago, it had been raining blood, she had been knocked out, and then knocked out again. Now she was... dreaming? Or had she been killed that last time? No, no she was still alive, this wasn't the ghostly place she had been before. This was a dream, but what was it about? She sat up, looking at the tree she sat under, which grew out over a lake. She hesitated, then stood up and padded to the edge of the lake, looking down into the water. At first, everything was normal, until she realized she had no reflection. She frowned, looking up, startled to find fighting had broken out in the once peaceful field she had awoken in, the sky that had been bright only a moment ago rolling with blood-red clouds, red lightning flashing from it and blood pouring down. Was this coming into her dream from the waking world? No, this had some other meaning. But what?
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Post by Scriptureous~ on May 28, 2009 1:25:09 GMT -5
Shakun fell and fell and fell past the same place over and over again, and each time he saw exactly the same thing like a film frozen in the same place. He tried stretched the muscles that worked his wings, but he couldn’t open them. He was stuck seeing the moon and its faint glow until he was quite tired of it. Then it began to change. Red seeped into pale white and soon the moon was a bright cerise that glowed like a glaring eye. The moon was so full of red that it began to spill over the top. It began dripping its blood into the sky until the sky was drowning in scarlet and spilled its last dying tears onto the earth. With an ear-splitting crack the moon was rent in two and both pieces crashed to the ground, leaving a black scar behind it flickering with glowing tongues of pain. Shakun was hurled to the ground after it, landing painfully on his side.
He staggered to his paws and wove drunkenly through the flames until he found he had the sensation of falling in the pit of his stomach again. The earth had opened up beneath him in an endless crater where the moon’s shards lay quivering in the dust of their shame. Shakun could see what his mother had meant now. The moon was nothing more than a great eye in the sky that looked down on them impassively. The moon had sinned and now it was paying for its crime. Shit, what’s that supposed to mean? He felt himself slowing and the tickling in his gut eased until it was almost nothing. He saw a gray light encroaching on him and peered closely at it curiously. There was a barren meadow beneath him, beckoning to him with a promise of solid ground under his hardened paw pads. His paws touched the ground lightly and he stared around at the meadow’s shriveling weeds and grasses.
The wind picked up to a roar, tearing his wings from his sides and throwing him back. Shakun landed on the ground in a heap, groaning softly. When he removed his head from between his forelegs, he saw a colorful twister headed his way. It was splashed with bright reds, greens, pinks, blues, and other bright and annoying colors that hurt his eyes. He stood with sifficulty and tried to lift a paw, but it was stuck to the ground. Panic erupting in his belly made him panic and struggle until he was up to his knees in soft, sucking mud. The twister was only feet away; he could feel its hungry winds buffeting him and closed his eyes tight. Something warm spattered on his head. He opened his eyes to look up and saw that the sky had cracked apart and it was... raining blood...
Was he still dreaming? The blood splattered Shakun’s coat with gore that stained his coat. Were the Gods truly crying tears of blood? He was so distracted by the red blood that he almost didn’t notice Sorin missing. When he discovered she was gone, he turned and looked out over the field to see if she had chosen to go somewhere else. No Sorin there. Puzzled, he took a step away from the pup. He knew it wasn’t safe to leave her alone, so he sat on his paws precariously so he could think things out. She wasn’t there, which wasn’t right. She had said that she was going to sleep there and shield them with her ribbon. Shakun concentrated so hard on a pebble that his brows met and it was hard to tell which one belonged above which eye. Maybe if he just... reached out to brush her mind... just to see if she was nearby...
He cautiously released his mind and reached out around him like he was sifting through pieces of paper. Suddenly he found himself reeling and spinning into velvety black space. He didn’t mind because the blackness cushioned him like a small hollow of glass. He heard music like a lullaby, saw ghostly fingers dancing like a spider over steel strings. His memories of humans were sparse, but he always remembered the boy and his haunting music with a kind of fondness. It wasn’t the boy he had liked, but the ghostly wailing that came from the thing he held in his hands. It had been like the music was his voice... He felt himself floating until he saw a pinprick of light ahead of him and noise... blessed noise. It picked him up and drew him into the unknown, where he collapsed in a pitiful heap in the midst of a battleground where it was raining blood. He slowly climbed up, making his way blearily through the battle until he caught sight of a familiar face...
”Where have you been?” he growled under his breath. [/size] Something... she didn’t know what, exactly, took over. She felt the hatred in the female’s glare and cursed in her head, which she could never remember doing. She worried about whether or not she cursed in the middle of getting chewed out by someone she barely knew? She saw the rage in the female’s eyes and she ignored her instinct to move towards the angry wolf and took a few steps back. The steps were smooth and decisive, not at all like her. She wanted to shout at her and tell her that she had nothing to fear from a little wolf like her, but even if she could speak she didn’t look like herself. ”You killed him! You killed my brother!" Dragonfly felt cold horror when she realized that Aiya was probably going to try and kill her for what someone else had done. How do you know you’ve never done anything like that? a snide little voice in the back of her head whispered. You can’t remember anything. Nothing. That’s what you know.
She ignored the voice and backed up a few more painful paces, wishing she knew how to work the body so that it could speak. "You killed him!" She wanted to scream at her to shut the hell up more than anything. There were things far worse than death. She stared at the sharp metallic wings that shot up out of her back. What’s she going to do, stab you with them? Kill her before she kills you! Strange that she could hear the crack and tinkle of ice forming in thin air before it even appeared. O-ho! She’s mad with rage and trying to crush you with brute force! This is our lucky day! Where had that voice come from anyways? Dragonfly turned tail and ran, but not before one of the shards of ice caught her- the thing’s hind paw and crushed it with sickening crunches and snaps. She was sent sprawling onto the ground and lost her hold on her body, which went flying out of her reach.
That was when she learned how to talk. The blue strings pushed up through the thing’s throat and forced it open with a disgusting smacking noise. She coughed out a rank breath and spoke in a very high-pitched, fearful voice. ”Please don’t! You’re going to kill me! I mean, her! Don’t kill me-her or you’ll regret it! I-I think. I’m not one of those wolves! I just got stuck in this... thing’s body and I don’t know how to get out. You have to believe me!” She limped up on three of her paws, dragging the other one behind her painfully.
You pathetic fool. Entarrie is much less of a coward then you are! Something about that name struck a bell... No, it was a gong. She had remembered something small from her life and it had stuck with her. A new sort of confidence came with it, springing up to fill her with its deadly toxins. "No... I am Entarrie," she whispered.[/size][/center]
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Post by --> S u s a n on May 28, 2009 13:39:44 GMT -5
Kainam had seen her from afar, watching her, always watching, He had been watching her for a while now. So many things were running through his mind, he was not even sure where to begin. He took a deep breath as he watched as she crashed onto the ground and began to cry, the same way he had found her once before. He gradually made his way over to her, for some reason he did not want to see her cry. He did not want her too feel this way. Damn, what was going on with him? Why was he suddenly becoming...softer, almost as if he actually cared. He didn’t care, though. He felt emptiness in his heart and in his stomach. He could feel no emotion…then again why did he feel so down when it came to Skyla? She was the one he was supposed to destroy, and yet…he wanted to comfort her. She knew it too, what his orders were, he could tell. Kainam pinned his ears back upon his head, not sure if he should go over there to comfort her, or if he should just return back to Tero and ask him what his orders was. Finally, he made his way over to Skyla’s limp body. He lowered his body toward her, watching as she looked at him, but she did not pull away when he laid near her and placed his head across her own neck.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated those words over and over, although he was not sure why he stated them. There was nothing he had to be sorry about. Perhaps he was sorry about what he was doing at this exact moment, something he should have never thought of let of alone done. Or maybe he was sorry for what had happened to her, getting raped by Jactor, it was not something one would have fond memories of. He closed his eyes, still trying to figure everything out. Why he was here, why he was next to the one he was supposed to kill. It was kind of ironic really. He had admired her for months; her normal beauty was a change after a while, until his loud mouth mate who he cared nothing about. She could go crawl in a hole and die for all he cared.
Why, she had asked him. He sighed; he was not sure how to answer her question, for he did not really know the answer himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, listening as she breathed and cried at the same time. He tried to answer the question. He opened his maw a bit, but nothing came out. He shut it and turned too look at what was in front of him. He was on completely different sides. She was the Alphess of a good pack while he was the beta of the pack that was trying to kill her and steal it from them! It felt like your typical Romeo and Juliet, but things were much different then that puny story, he knew that things…were only going to get much worst. Their ending would be much different then that of Romeo and Juliet, that much he knew for sure. “Because…” he decided just to wing the question, whatever came to his mind is what would come out of his mouth. If only he hadn’t done it. “Because I do not want to see you cry anymore…because…I want too.” The words flowed easily from his mouth, but it took him a few moments to actually realize what he was saying.
He watched as Skyla pushed him off of her and began to cry, telling him that she did not want to listen to his words and then she ran off…once again. Damn. “Skyla! Just wait…” but she did not turn around, she did not call back, he watched as she slipped away from him once again. He pinned his ears back upon his head and grinded his teeth. He was such an idiot. He pushed himself up from the ground and took a few steps forward, debating wither or not if he should follow her, or let her go. That is when he spotted Iyio make her way over too him. He listened to his words, he was lucky that she did not spot what he had done only moments ago. Who knows what Tero would do or say, all he knew the Alpha would not be happy to see his beta getting mushy on the enemy. “Yes, I seen her, I was just about to follow her and perhaps end her.” He said in a bitter tone to her, trying to keep up his perfect little act. The lie fit well and he slipped away from the female, before he paused. “Tell, Tero, that I will meet up with him soon.” He said as he ran forward, running after Skyla, although he did not know why.
Skyla kept on running, but she was not sure who she was running from: Kainam or from herself. Her heart pounded in her chest and she could feel her body on fire. She never felt this feeling before. Skyla closed her eyes as she kept on running. No! Kainam was the enemy, she was the Alphess, and she had too keep being strong. She cold not break down and she could not fall for that fool of a wolf! She knew there was no way those words were real, he was just lying, trying to have his own way with her, upset that he couldn’t have her before Jactor did. She grinded her teeth together, how could she have been such a fool to let him do that too her? Too say those…things…to be so close to her, to make her think for a split second that he actually cared. It was all lies. So she had to get away from it all, as far away as possible, although she was not sure where she could go. She was not sure what too do. She knew her pack needed her, but she just wasn’t sure what she could do anymore. Then suddenly she froze in her tracks when a horrible feeling came over to her. The world began to grow dark as she struggled to breath. No…not now…
She could feel the sea below her, as the waves slammed into the cliff, the taste of salt water lingered in the air. She could not see anything really, everything was hazy, however she felt as her face was sticky…blood? It could be. She watched as a dark wolf moved toward her, wolves surrounding her all around. She screamed at him, although the words faded within the darkness. He smirked at her in a twisted way and moved closer to her, saying something in return. She tried to turn away, but she was trapped. She stood and watched the wolf who had took advantage of her of her, before. She growled when she looked upon his face. It was then when the world grew dark…
The vision faded almost as quickly as it came. Skyla took a big gulf of air as she felt the pain subside. What was that? What was going on…who was that wolf? Was it Jactor, she go the same feeling when she was around him…however for some reason she believed it could be Kainam. She shook her head as she too of running once again; she knew that she had to get away, but from what? Ugh, she wished she knew the answer to all these questions which was buzzing in her mind and that vision didn’t clear up anything, it just made things worst! She pushed on further, unsure how long she had been running, but she could feel her muscles beginning to cramp up and her lungs were gasping for oxygen. She began to slow down her pace, feeling too exhausted to run anymore. She sat down upon the ground and took deep gulps of air. She needed to clear her mind.
It was not long when she felt a presence near her. She was almost afraid too look up, her body was shaking, but perhaps that was because she could feel the blood rain fall down her white coat. Ugh, she knew she must have looked like a mess. She shook her head, why did he have to follow her? “Go away.” She said in a bitter tone as she spat out blood that landed in her mouth. She did not turn to look at him; she did not have too, because she knew who it was. She could feel him press his head against her back and take a deep breath. He did not say anything, neither did she, nor did she run away. She felt as if her feet were frozen too the ground, she could not feel them, she could not feel anything. She did not want too feel anything. Then he whispered something in her ear that she did not get at first. She tilted her head to the side, his words bewildered her, they swirled around her head trying to make sense, and yet nothing clicked.
“What?” She whispered in a low voice, wanting to understand…and then she did…his words echoed in her ears and burned in her heart. She felt the feeling slowly come back too her, and she did not like it one bit. The pain. She did not want to feel the pain nor did she want to be reminded. “No,” she whispered shaking her head, “no no no…I…I didn’t want too…I was…” she wasn’t even sure how to make up for what she had done in her forbidden past. She told know who, so how did he know? She felt the tears burn in her eyes, but she would not allow herself to cry, no, not now. He kept on talking, talking about his own experiences, something that she too did not want to hear…why did he have to act like this? Why couldn’t they just pretend that none of this ever happened?
After he had done talking, she succumbed to hear tears and began to cry. Turning around and pressing her head against his chest. Crying, letting her heart open, and crying about everything she had not let herself cry about before.
It did not take him long to find her, he slowed down his pace when he spotted her red fur off into the distance. Even with the blood dripping off her once white fur, he still thought she looked beautiful. He lingered there for a moment before he made his way over to her and pressed his head against her neck, not saying anything, not sure what he could say. He wanted to make her feel better, but how. He leaned up against her ear and whispered two little words that would change everything between them. “I know.” He whispered to her in a soft tone, not sure if she would understand what he was talking about. He did know, he knew everything about her, but because he wanted to find her weaknesses, so he could in the end destroy her…but he was not too sure if he would be able to pull with that plan anymore, not after everything that had happened between them. Not after this, entire no, but what would Tero say? Kainam shut his eyes, honestly he could care less with Tero thought about all this, for he did not understand it.
Then she asked what, he figured she had no idea what he was talking about it. He debated wither he should tell her or just shrug it off and say it was nothing. But, he knew she deserved to know…everything. “I know about you,” he mumbled, “I know about your father and your mother. I know about how you were treated like an outcast when you were young. I know how you betrayed your father and became the Alphess of the enemy’s side. I know how you regained your heart and watched as your father sacrificed himself to save the pack…I know that you’ve been trying so hard to make him proud...” He knew the words cut through her because she was beginning to tremble, but she did not cry, but he could tell she wanted too, but was holding on too everything inside. When in reality she needed to let go of that pain. He took a deep breath.
“Me and my sister were born in a pack of horrid parents who could care less about us. We took care of ourselves and we got out of that place as soon as we could. For some time me and my sister separated that is when I met…a female. I do not know her name, for she never told me." He paused with his words, he had never told anyone about this, not even his own sister, and yet he felt like she deserved to know about his past...seeing as he knew about hers. " She was mysterious, and it lured me in. I thought she cared, but she turned out to be just like my parents…that are when I decided not too care about anyone as well. I treated females like they were dirt, and perhaps that is what it was at first, but Skyla listen to me…I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you too suffer. I honestly mean that.” and he did. He was not sure why. But he truly meant his words. He watched as she finally broke down and cried, pushing her head into his chest. He gently laid his head upon hers and closed his eyes.
After a few minutes Skyla tore away form him and looked up at him into his eyes. They were in complete darkness because of the blacken sky and because of the thick fog. Trees surrounded them for they had run away from the Suicide Cliff and now lay within deep of the forest. They were all alone. She remained frozen as she watched as he leaned over and licked her tears away, softly telling her that she did not have to worry anymore, that she did not have to cry, and Skyla believed him. She felt this huge attraction between them, yet it seemed to be all physical. Skyla pushed herself closer to him, wanting for them to stay like this, even if it was for a moment, even if it was forbidden. She watched as he licked her cheek, it felt soft against her fur. She felt safe.
The darkness surrounded them and they could not keep their burning passions from each other any longer and that minute their lust for each other grew stronger until they could not contain it anymore…and let go to their deepest desires.
Off in the distance, watching them was glowing yellow eyes. Ayla gasped as she took a few steps forward. She had saw Kainam running this way and followed him, wondering what he was up too…but she wasn’t expecting this. She grinded her teeth together as she watched everything. From the start all the way to the finishing, she took a few steps backward; this wasn’t like her brother at all! It was if he was someone else completely! Why would he do so something likes that to the Alphess! He as supposed to kill her. A smirk flickered across her maw. Just wait until Tero found out…of course she wasn’t going to be a good little sister and not tattle on her brother, this was just too good! He should have headed her warnings before. She should have known something like this was going to happen. She took slow steps backwards not wanting Kainam to know. She watched as they slept quietly next too each other. “Sleep on, but your relaxation will not last for long.” She hissed as she turned around and ran back all the way too Tero. She took a deep breath as she bowed to the Alpha, gasping for air. “I have something…quite interesting to report, sir.” She said and then she told Tero all that she saw, a triumph look over her face and her eyes shining with darkness. Almost as if she was the one who set them up, but she wasn’t. She kept her head low waiting for Tero to respond to her words.
Words: 2927 Thoughts: yeah you know what they did ;3 don’t try to act naïve! Lmao xD
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Post by Essence on May 30, 2009 17:32:04 GMT -5
Where have you been? Sorin spun around to see Shakun, and she felt her body go ridged. If all this blood, this war, then him? What the hell? Maybe she should just play along until the scene changed, as it always did with her dreams. It was better paying attention to him, than the twisting bodies that surrounded them. "How the hell should I know? One moment I'm asleep, then I wake up to blood on my head, and then I get knocked in the back of the head and dragged to who knows where." She snapped, folding her ears against her head. She turned away from him, looking at the war behind her. It was unlike the ones before... But how? She padded away from Shakun, weaving through the fighting. These wolves, none of them were actually making contact with one another. They weren't paying attention to her, either. They just danced, snapping their jaws at one another, dodging, attacking, dodging, jumping, twisting... It continued on and on, until Sorin felt the need to join in with their dance. Something told her not to, and the moment she moved to join them, she stopped. Suddenly the skies darkened, the wind picking up. She could see blood everywhere, covering the ground. She gasped, backing up as the war broke out, tearing of flesh sounding. It hit her like a wave, until her vision became unfocused. The sound blocked out all her senses, the roaring, the screaming, the laughing, the snarling, the cries, all of it. She shrank back, wanting to cry. What was this? "Stop!" She shouted, opening her eyes to look at the sky. To her surprise, it did. The bodies around her stopped their commotion, slowly fading away. She blinked, taking a nervous step backward. She continued backing up until she was at Shakun's side, her ears flattened against her head at the dead silent air. There was no breeze, the raining blood had stopped, and now the dark, gray clouds were only rolling above them. She shifted her weight uneasily. Something wasn't right, she could tell. She paused, then looked over to Shakun with a frown fixed on her face. "What are you doing here?" She asked. Was he what she was meant to be running from? No, something was odd about him being here, but it wasn't something to worry about. Whatever shifted the atmosphere was, though. She froze, lifting her head to growl at the sky. "I'm sick of your games! Show yourself and stop hiding behind these nightmares!" Sorin snarled, ignoring Shakun for a moment.
Aiya;; Half of one heart
"Lies!" Aiya shrieked, the ground under her paws becoming a sheet of ice. It crackleds and popped as it formed, her padding forward without slipping. She watched as spikes of ice shot up out of the ground in the distance, one at a time, slowly growing in the speed as they shot out of the ground, forming a semi-circle around her. Then they all shot forward, aimed at the wolf. "You killed him! You killed my brother!" She cried out, grief and rage taking hold. She jumped at the wolf, eyes growing blank, movements quick as she had been taught long ago. She jumped with her teeth bared, wanting to sink them in that thing's flesh. She didn't care if it was holding a wolf, if she might have hurt the female in its jaws. She just wanted to kill it, she wanted to let the thing's eyes grow distant in death. She wanted it dead.
Tero Standing in vengeance
"Move her body to where we will have the ceremony." He growled, watching the wolves before him pick up the red female, dragging her across the clearing. He nodded to himself, noting that step was done. All he needed was to say the words, and then these pack's lands would be his. A grim smile formed on his lips, then a voice spoke behind him. He paused, then turned to see his beta's sister. He watched her bow, sitting down. "What is it?" He asked, his voice arching on annoyance. Why was she reporting to him? She wasn't a messenger, she should be out there making sure everything was going the way it should. If this wasn't important, he would have to punish her for disobeying his orders. Wait- where was his beta? He was suppose to be here a while ago, and yet Tero hadn't seen him since the second attack launched.
-{ Ugh, my muse died >>; }-
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Post by Nicole on Jun 1, 2009 15:10:47 GMT -5
K.ratos
[/size] Sleep well, my love ~[/left][/color] "Kratos..."
He was in the depths of the underworld know, still unconscious; it was not a good thing. He couldn't be asleep. The nightmares would begin to come back to him and he wouldn't be able to take it. His nightmares were his weakness, and Malachi knew of this. He knew everything about Kratos. He knew what would destroy him. He had a lot in mind for the fool. "Wake up, Kratos," Malachi spoke, his deep voice cracking in slight amusement. "Wake up." When Kratos made no sudden movement or showed any sign of getting up, Malachi smirked and shook his head. "You're going to be sorry...," he murmured in Kratos' ear, his smirk turning into a malicious grin. When there was still no movement, Malachi took a step back and closed his eyes, murmuring something in the same language the Lich wolves spoke. Something resembling a bolt of lightning shot out from his paw, aimed directly at Kratos' chest. The jolt of electricity burned through his body and caused him an immense amount of pain, shaking him from unconsciousness. His scream of pain echoed off the walls, ringing in the ashy air.
"If you had listened to me the first time, that wouldn't have happened." Malachi said after Kratos fell silent. "Actually... it probably would have," he added as an afterthought, laughing merrily as if it were a funny joke. Kratos fought to stand up, but couldn't. He felt paralyzed. His emerald eyes burned as he stared back at Malachi, anger flowing through his veins. "What do you want?" he growled through gritted teeth. "You have no reason to do any of this to me." At this, Malachi's laughter grew louder and more obnoxious. He shook his head and stared at Kratos as if he were stupid. "You're a fool. I have every right to do this and you know exactly why." Malachi's voice darkened at the last bit as he moved closer to where Kratos lay, prepared to bring on the next round of pain. "Don't try to pretend you don't know."
"Kratos... just hold on..."
Malachi's voice was drowned out as the other voice whispered in his ear, but there was no one there. There was something about it that seemed so familiar, like he had heard it before. It bothered him, but he didn't know why. He needed to figure it out. He had to figure it out. "Listen to me when I am speaking to you!" Malachi's voice boomed as Kratos snapped back to reality. Another jolt of electricity was shot at him, but this time he remained silent. The pain was unbearable, but he wouldn't give Malachi the satisfaction of hearing him in pain. "Now stand up," Malachi said, his voice returning to normal. Kratos stared back at him expressionless, not obeying. "Fuck you, Malachi. You're nothing but scum. I'm not listening to you." Kratos spat, knowing full well what was about to happen next, but he didn't care. His retort sent a look of anger across Malachi's face and his eyes burned. "You're going to regret saying that, God of Sleep," Malachi whispered darkly, his expression dangerous. The phrase 'If looks could kill' flew through Kratos' mind and he laughed, causing Malachi's anger to grow even more. He expected the jolt of electricity. He expected it to be a thousand times worse than the first two times. What he didn't expect, though, was the scene that played out right before his emerald eyes. It wasn't real, but it seemed like it. It seemed like he was there and he was reliving the memory he had buried so deep in the back of his mind.
They were off in a forest somewhere and he had taken her to the waterfall he had found hidden at the southern edge. They were talking about the future, planning out their life together. He had created something special for her behind the wall of water and he had planned to show her at the right moment. That moment came when the sun had changed its position in the sky and he took her into the opening that was just big enough for the both of them. There were gems of all different shapes and colors, sparkling brightly in the light from the sun that came through the crystal clear water. It wasn't anything extraordinary, but it meant something to her. "It's beautiful," she said, turning her head to him with a smile. "Not as beautiful as you, of course," he said, chuckling quietly as he moved closer to her. "That was so unbelievably corny," she said with a melodic laugh that bounced of the walls. "Yeah, we--" His voice was cut off as someone spoke outside.
"Kratos, God of Sleep...," the voice called out. "Ella, daughter of the God of Light..." Kratos turned to Ella with a look in his eyes that told her to stay put. She nodded in silence and sank back against the wall, watching as he stepped through the wall of water. "What do you want?" Kratos asked in a low voice, staring down at Malachi. He had a hunch, but he didn't want to believe it. It wasn't possible; not now. "Oh, I believe you know what I want," Malachi responded innocently, confirming Kratos' fear. He smiled politely as he watched Kratos' expression falter, then darken. "You'll have to come back at another time," Kratos said, trying to keep his cool though his voice cracked. Malachi took note of this and his smile broadened. "Come back another time?" he asked, surpressing the urge to laugh. "Oh no, there is no putting death on hold," he said, taking a step forward. "Now give her to me." His voice darkened and his eyes flashed, ready to take action.
"No," Kratos said, muscles tensing. "Kratos...? What's going on?" Ella asked as she stepped out from the water, staring at the two wolves before her. "Well, well, well...," Malachi began as he continued to move forward, sidestepping Kratos. "Don't touch her," Kratos growled, teeth bared. His eyes shot to Ella, then to Malachi, watching his every move. He couldn't have him take her away. Now couldn't be the time. "Miss Ella, I am sorry to say your time is up," Malachi said, expressionless. "Oh, who am I kidding? I'm not sorry." [/color] He snickered, then laughed, his laughter maddening. Ella looked to Kratos, her expression surprisingly calm. "It's alright, Kratos...," she spoke softly, taking a step forward to stand beside him. "These things happen... death is inevitable." Her voice was well collected, but Kratos knew she was breaking down on the inside. "Yes, yes. She's right," Malachi said hastily, growing impatient. He took a final step forward and snapped a paw across Ella's back, a sickening crack ripping through the air. Ella's knees buckled and gave out, sending her falling to the ground. Despite having her spine broken, she was still alive; that was Malachi's plan. Kratos watched, horrified, and tried to take a step forward but was pushed back. "No, she's mine," Malachi hissed, grinning wickedly at Kratos. "Like hell she is," Kratos growled, regaining himself. He thought quickly, not wanting Ella to experience anymore pain, but Malachi continued on. He sent a powerful blow to her side, cracking the ribs beneath her fur. Ella cried out in pain and Kratos leapt at Malachi, knocking him to the ground. "You're a fool, Kratos. Now butt out!" Malachi snapped, kicking Kratos off him and sending him flying into the rocky wall of the waterfall. "Kratos...," Ella called out, the pain in her voice evident. "Just do it." Her voice had grown weaker and her vision dimmed; she just wanted it to be over. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Kratos pushed himself up shakily, pain shooting across his side. He stared at Ella, confused at first, but then it hit him. "I.. what.." His voice cracked and he couldn't find the words to say. He heard a murmured 'please' from Ella and his gaze shot toward Malachi, who was getting ready to strike his next blow. "Let me say a final goodbye, Malachi," Kratos said, struggling to keep control of his voice. Malachi hissed, eyes narrowing, but obliged. "Fine. Make it quick, lovebirds." Kratos brought himself to Ella's side and stared at her for the longest time before speaking. "I love you," he whispered in her ear. She smiled in return and managed to speak one last time. "I love you, too. Forever and always, Kratos. Remember that."Kratos took a step back, inhaling deeply, and closed his eyes. He didn't want to do it, but at the same time he did. It was better this way. She wouldn't have to suffer anymore. "Sleep well, my love," he said, his voice barely audible as he placed his paw on her chest. She took a final breath and then she was still. Kratos stared at her silently, the loss heavy on his heart. He would have forgotten that Malachi was there had he not yelled in fury. "What did you do?" he demanded, his anger rising. "What did you do?!" He charged at Kratos, who was going to take it, but he stopped at the last second. His eyes darkened, glaring back at Kratos and his voice was frightening enough to send a chill down his spine. "Kratos, God of Sleep... you are going to regret this. I will come for you one day. You won't know when. When that happens, you will meet your end." And then he was gone, leaving Kratos standing alone.[/i] "Kratos... you can let go now.. it's okay now.."The memory vanished and the reality of it all came crashing down on him. He hadn't realized he was standing. His knees gave out and he collapsed to the ground, the pain too great. He heard the voice then and it all came to him. Ella. It was Ella's voice he was hearing. Knowing that gave him a small spark of hope, but it vanished when he realized she wasn't around. She wasn't coming back. Why was she contacting him? And what did she mean he could let go? Was she telling him to move on? Was she telling him to give up? He didn't have time to dwell on it as Malachi continued with his torture, but Kratos couldn't feel it anymore. He was past feeling pain now. He could no longer hear what was going on around him. He could no longer hear Malachi's threats. He could hear her voice, though. He could almost see her. A smile was brought to his maw, a smile that was out of place. His vision blurred and his heart slowed. Everything would be alright. He could let go now. "Sleep well, my love." Kratos whispered, staring past Malachi. He said nothing else, saw nothing else, heard nothing else as the darkness took over forever.[/size][/center] B.ao [/size] Who said the darkness was bad ~[/right][/color] "Bao..."
A sufficient amount of time had passed since the Lich wolves had taken Kratos and Bao had been knocked out. His lean body lay there, still unmoving, beaten and broken. The wolf had only thrown him into a tree, but it had been a powerful blow, powerful enough to knock him out. Blood caked the side of his head and still poured from the wound forming a small puddle beside him that mixed with the blood falling from the sky. Ribs were broken and bruised, some sticking out oddly beneath his dampened black fur. There were numerous cuts along his body, but they were hidden from view. His breathing was short and raggid; it was hard to tell he if he was even breathing at all. He couldn't feel the pain yet, but he would when he came to and he wasn't going to be happy. His eyelids fluttered slightly, but they remained shut. Low muttering came from him, but whatever it was that he was saying was hardly understandable. He was still out of it.
"Bao..."
There was a voice now, a voice that he couldn't quite place who it belonged to. It sounded soft as it whispered in his ear, reminding him of a warm summer breeze that would tangle itself in his fur. His eyelids continued to flutter and his muttering turned into a groan as he shifted in his unconscious-like state of mind. Something cracked as he moved and another groan escaped from his parted maw. Another voice interrupted the thoughts that began to flow in his mind, but like the first voice, he couldn't place who it belonged to. Who was yelling at him, and what were they even saying? His eyes fought to snap open, but it felt like they were glued to his very skin. His mind felt foggy, like someone had reached in and swirled things up to confuse him. "Shut up," he muttered, his voice barely audible. He didn't know who he was telling to shut up - one of the voices, that was for sure. As the other voice grew clearer and louder, his eyes snapped open, confusion, annoyance and pain showing in the golden orbs.
"Bao..."
Where was that voice coming from? Who did it belong to? His eyes sought out the owner but he could not find anyone. The only wolf he saw around him was the white female yelling at him; and why was she yelling at him? What did he do? "Shut up," he repeated again, wincing as the pain washed over his entire body. He had only heard bits and pieces of what she was saying. Something about someone named Kratos, whoever he was, and finding him. Something about some promise. Something about... what? "Why does this matter to me?" he asked, his voice a low growl as he fought to ignore the pain surging through his body. "I do not know you. I do not know who this 'Kratos' is. I don't care about some promise." He gathered up all the strength he could to push himself up on shaky legs, but he only fell to the ground once again. "Why am I even here?" he questioned, not really speaking to anyone in particular. "And..." His voice cut out as his confusion deepened, masking over the pain. "Who am I?"
"Bao... you must remember."
"Where is that voice coming from?!" he barked, his voice a mixture of confusion and anger. He pushed himself up without thinking, shook for a moment, and collapsed to the ground again. His eyes searched frantically for the other voice, but there was still no one but the white female there. Was he going mad? What was he supposed to remember? How was he supposed to remember something if he couldn't even remember who he was? "What?" he called out, standing once again and managing to stay up, though his legs were about to give in. "What do you want from me? What am I supposed to do?" He was speaking to the both of them now, his voice raising and his eyes wild. He attempted to take a step forward toward Annika, but even the slightest of movements sent a wave of pain across him. Blood continued to leak from the wound on his head, though not as steadily as it had before. His breaths came in short, quick bursts as the pain grew and his vision blurred before him.
"Bao... please remember.. you must remember..."
But how could he remember if he didn't even know who he was? His creations from the darkness began to group together and advance toward Bao, their maniacal laughter ringing throughout the air. Bao's vision blurred again, going in and out at random points. The ability to hear left him for a brief moment, causing him to panic. Something was going on. Something was going to happen. Something... but what? He could see the shadows growing closer and his golden eyes narrowed. Those things looked familiar, but he couldn't figure out why. Their eyeless faces twisted and turned, changing shape as they grew closer, their laughter growing louder and high pitched. "What is this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What is all of this?" His questions would remain unanswered, driving him mad. Not being able to remember anything, who he was, why he was here, what was happening... it was driving him to the brink of insanity, though he wasn't showing it. He was cracking on the inside.
"Bao... it's too late..."
"Too late for what?" he called out, looking up at the sky as if it would give him an answer. "What am I too late for?" He took a step forward and almost fell to the ground, but caught his balance at the last second. The shadows had finally reached him, forming a circle around him and blocking Annika from view. Their maniacal laughter grew louder until it was maddening. Their twisted faces stared at Bao, who stared back, unknowing of what was going to happen. "What?" he asked, anger now evident in his voice. "What do you want?" They said nothing as they advanced on him, taking a hold of his body as shadowy hands reached up from beneath the ground to grab his paws. Time slowed down then. The blood falling from the sky came to a halt right before his eyes. The wolves around stopped moving. The trees stopped waving in the harsh wind. The world was silent except for the sound of his beating heart. A half smile came to his face, a smile that was out of place. The shadows continued to move, their grips on him tightening. He knew what was going to happen then. "Who said the darkness was bad?"
The shadows yanked him below and he was gone, nothing but his pool of blood remaining where he once stood. K.aige [/size] The future is irrelevant ~[/left][/color] Kaige had no time for this. He wasn't going to stand around and have at it like he used to with her and the others. He looked back at Kali, staring at her wordlessly for a moment before he found his voice. "The future is irrelevant, Kali," he said flatly before turning his gaze away and heading off in the opposite direction, soon disappearing into the darkness that surrounded them.occ;; HAHA. Kaige gets, like, no post. I used up all mah msue. [/blockquote]
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