Escaping Reality {Private}

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((This is a private roleplay between me Essy and Script ^^))

The world was new to him, yet it was also very old. When you had lived for thousands of years time no longer matters no more. At one point you lose track and stop counting, you begin to forget what day it is or even what year it happened to be. He wasn’t even positive how old he was, though he rounded up about five thousand, although he barley looked over five years. He took a deep breath as he looked around the meadow, tilting his head to see the pitch black sky, though he didn’t care, it wasn’t his placed it had nothing to do with him. He wandered how long he actually lived on Earth; then again it didn’t really matter. He sucked in a deep breath as he looked around the empty meadow as a gust of breeze blew through his thick red fur, he closed his eyes. He liked to be alone; it was peaceful, not having to worry about whiny brats who run around complaining about how wrong their life was. It was pathetic.

Loki Nightwind was a God, although it wasn’t really noticeable. He wasn’t one who liked to stand out and make others notice about him. He wasn’t one of those all powerful Gods who abused it. No, he was simple. The God of Mischief and that is what he did. Loki was known for his pranks and sarcastic remarks. He had a simple life. He was born to two very powerful Gods, although he spent little time with his parents, in fact not once had he called them mother and father it had always been “Samael and Usha” even today he will admit they’re his parents, but that’s really it. He never even paid much attention to his siblings, he always stayed away, waiting for the day he was old enough to leave his family and move on in his life.

He did and that’s when he met her. She was the Goddess of Misfortune, Layali was her name. He fell for her right away of course they did not belong to each other. Since she was the Goddess of Misfortune she always had something bad happening to her and the others as well as she was barren. He was a coward then, and perhaps part of him still is, to admit that she was wrong and that they could be happy and in the end they just let go of each other. Perhaps if they had not given up they’re love would have gotten through. He still sees her once in a great while, though it had been quite a few hundred years since he had last seen her. The love they once shared had now diminished and he just felt numbness whenever he thought about her.

Loki shook his head, pushing the thoughts out of his head. There was no point in thinking about it. Deep down inside Loki was kind, however of course he had his ‘dark’ side since he was crude and sarcastic to others, to his point where he just doesn’t know when to stop. He isn’t good and he isn’t evil. He is stuck in the middle. Loki shook shifted his body as he sat down upon the ground. He did stand out in the meadow.

[Essence]

Sorin laid in the meadow, her head on her paws. Several hours before, she had wondered here, falling asleep as she watched the grass wave in the wind. She was still asleep, looking as peaceful as she ever could be. Her face did not try to hide the expressions that she hated so, it did not hold the guarded feeling that she always kept. It was in utter peace, relaxed to the point that she even had a bit of drool seeping out of a corner of her mouth. Her tail hit the ground rhythmically, flicking it as gently as a feline might, in the same movements. Her ears twitched every so often, mostly from the flies that wanted her to kill something so they could have a place to lay their eggs.

But inside her mind, there was nothing but chaos. Her inner-most feelings revealed in such a simple way, showing that she was still mortal Showed that she did have feelings, no matter how well she suppressed them in the waking world.
In her dream, or nightmare, she was running. Her heart was pounding in her ears, her mind racing. It was her time to die. She could feel it. But she ran. She ran for her life. She knew it was no use, she would end the day dead, but her wolf instinct kicked in. She had to try. This instinct overrode even the Amasite one that told her to stop in her tracks and face whatever was coming at her.
"Zom dsufa beo xim, Hezum."

This stopped her cold in her tracks, her blood freezing. She could feel it. How come the one attacking her knew Amasite language?
She turned, her eyes wide as a wave of wolves swarmed past her.
Sorin ducked down, watching as wolves jumped over her. Their eyes were white voids, she could see them as they ran past her, or jumped over her. Their jaws were opened in silent cries, pain and fear written on their faces. There was so many... it never ended.
"Da duff tag eoz zalamta!"

Revenge? Revenge for what? She did nothing to these wolves!
Anger flared up inside her, and she stood up, watching as the sea of wolves stopped. There were so many, all looking at her. "U malaz wuw imbgsumt ge beo!" She growled, her accent curving perfectly to match the words she spoke.

The wolves shifted, and she watched as they swarmed. They all jumped into one wolf's body, the dream coming to a end. She could feel it. Any moment she would wake up, and she would be free of these ghostly beings. Any time- Wait? Who was that?
She focused her gaze on the wolf they were all jumping into. Her heart sank. "Kit?" She breathed, time seeming to freeze around her. Why did he come to her in her dreams?

"Beo sila yaam dizmaw, Hez. Beo'la puffaw oh iff." He spoke.

Sorin stared at him. Warned? Killing them all? She stopped, looking at the wolves that still flowed into her old friend. He was right. She could see them now. Wolves from the first war she was in, and wolves that had dared cross her path. She could see them all now, flashes of memories flitting in and out of her vision.
She had killed so many.
But they were dead.
Why would they want revenge?

Sorin awoke with a start. Her eyes flew open, flicking wildly about as she tried to get a glimpse of the wolves that had surrounded her in her dream. She jumped to her paws, letting out a yelp of pain when she landed wrong on her front right paw.
Then she realized she was very much awake.

Instantly, her expression changed from being in pain to complete nothingness. Her heart pounded in her ears though, and she silently cursed the fact she let her nightmare get to her. Something so silly, so pointless. She was a weakling, no better than the alpha she killed all those years ago.

She shook her head, then looked over the waving grasses for anyone that could have heard her yelp. Her green eyes searched the horizon, the pain in her paw throbbing. She wasn't in battle. She was going to feel pain.
Two weaknesses.

Sorin, distracted, set her paw gingerly on the ground only to hiss through her teeth when pain shot up her leg. It was sprung, she knew it.
Without thinking, the Soul Ribbon that was normally wrapped around her next slid down, wrapping itself not only around her paw, but up the entire leg. Only then did she set it back down on the ground, gasping at the pain. It was better though. She could find some shelter to lay in while it healed.

Her red fur stuck out.
She could feel herself being a target right then and there as she weaved her way through the field with more than a slight limp. She hissed through her teeth every time she had to set her paw on the ground, but other than that, paid it no attention.
Her mind was elsewhere, thinking about her dream... Revenge? The only revenge for a death, was death upon the one who caused it. And she never killed Kit. He killed himself when he went on the suicide mission after he thought her dead.
She sighed, remembering those times.
Kit thought of Sorin as a mate, even though she refused him. She hadn't been ready, and he was impatient and pushy. When she had come near death in the battlefield, her went on a mission to kill the other pack's alpha. He did it, but was killed from the wounds.
How had she killed him?
"Stupid male." She growled, her English word shrouded in the accent from her first language. It was thick, rising and falling in a way that most probably wouldn't understand.
She wasn't trying to let them understand, either, though.
That was when she saw the flash of red not far ahead of her, and froze in mid-step.
Someone else was here.
And she wasn't far from where she yelped earlier.
Still in hearing distance.

Great.

-{ I'll post a translator later. Too tired to mess with the coding tonight xD }-

[Scriptureous~]

Shakun
There is nothing here for you;;

"Meat... blood... nurishment... I must have them..."

Shakun could almost taste how close he was to proving himself to the pack. His jaw hung loose from the exhaustion and fatigue of many days and nights without nourishment. His tongue poured out of hid mouth, dripping long rivulets of saliva onto the greens beneath his paws. If he could just resist a little bit longer, then maybe his father's mistake wouldn't matter to them anymore. He imagined himself no longer as the love child of a demon godess and a fallen angel, but as a full member of the pack. That was enough to stave away the hunger gnawing at his belly like a rat intent on devouring his intestines. It was easier to ignore in any case. He made his breathing shallow to dull the scents of meaty creatures he could hear frolicking wildly in the foliage. They would not arouse his lust for something to fill his belly and get the better of him. Shakun reluctantly averted his eyes from the good meat that some animal had left behind and silently move away to a place he could clear his head. His paws were swift and soon brought him to the peak of a rocky outcropping where there was little game besides a few large mountain sheep.

Shakun sat upon the cold hard ground so he could better concentrate on keeping himself out of trouble. He felt rooted to the earth like a plant starved of sunlight and slowly withering to dust. His ears swiveled towards the sound of drumming hoofbeats traveling in his direction at a fast pace. He focused on the sound until there was nothing else left but him and the hoofbeats. The rest of the world faded away into a lovely oblivian that included the goat that leapt into view. All Shakun could do was stare at the goat with mouth open, drooling all over the ground. He knew he had to do what the pack wanted him to do, but it was so tempting to kill and eat that goat. When the goat looked at him, he didn't want it anymore. Who would want to eat a goat with six eyes and terrifyingly sharp teeth? It looked like it might eat him if it decided it was hungry enough.

The goat spoke to him. It actually spoke to him. "Are you hungry?" it asked, grinning evilly. "Why not give in to your demon and eat me? I bet I taste mighty good. Well, I might be a little gamey, but that doesn't matter." Shakun stared at the goat incredulously. Was it offering itself up as a meal? "No, I can't," he replied confidently. "I'll fail the test." The goat bleated loudly like he was laughing at him. "Look me in the eye and tell me that you really care what the pack wants. Tell me straight up that you're really that selfless." He stared at the goat's many eyes and blurted out the question before he could stop himself. "Okay, which eye do I look into?" The goat bleated mockingly at Shakun as if he were the dumbest creature in the world. "Look into the eye of power." The eye of power? How the fuck was he supposed to know which one that was? Shakun carefully looked at each one of the goat's eyes until one caught his attention. It drew him in like a fish caught on a hook and held him there like a child clung to a stuffed animal. Colors spun in front of his eyes and he felt like he was on a merry-go-round. Why are you here? Why are you where you are in life? a voice full of malice and hatred whispered in his ear. My pack brought me here, Shakun replied.
Think about your answer more.
Shakun wondered how he was expected to think in all of this mess. I'm here because of the pack... because of the pack... because of... me... The realization hit him like a bombshell. The pack wasn't doing anything for him, it was only holding him back. He was the one that had gotten himself where he was. The pack was just a body of individuals fighting to help each other survive. Well, he could survive on his own starting with eating that goat...

Tender rabbit meat rolled down Shakun's throat to satiate the hunger that clawed at his belly. Blood stained the brown fur around his mouth a dark red. His kill laid close by attracting buzzing flies and clever little foxes that all wanted a good meal to fill their growling stomachs. The flies would have liked to differentiate a bit- they mostly just wanted a place to lay their eggs. He growled a low rumble and the bothersome fox ran off quick. A quick switch of his tail knocked some flies away from his haunches. The flies were persistant, though; they buzzed off a short distance and then returned to bury themselves in Shakun's fur. With a snort of dissatisfaction, he lumbered away from the remains of the rabbit to find something better to do. He had been on his own for over a century since his failed trial and was perfectly happy with being alone.

Shakun trod his way through the dew-laden grasses in search of the watering hole to wet his throat. He could smell it near when an apparition stopped him dead in his tracks. He was used to seeing spirits only in the daylight, so it was a new experience for him. He sniffed loudly, examining closely the face of the old wolf that haunted the night. There was something unnervingly familiar about him, but he couldn't place his claw on it. Naturally, the spark of familiarity drew his curiosity to that particular shade. It's a good thing he can't see me, Shakun thought. The armor that he wore was a gift that was given to him by the god of the beyond as a reward for serving as a temporary Valkyrie and ferrying spirits into the unknown. That very armor kept those spirits from being able to see or sense his presence.

"Shakun... where is my Shakun? Where are you?" Shakun froze and shuddered, staring straight into the deadly cold eyes of his grandfather. He was the cold-hearted wolf that had left the scars on his face, the ones where he had been hit. The memories poured through the blockade he had erected, infiltrating his mind.

"Don't you dare speak to me like an equal!" Shakun could hear the blow coming before it landed, but made no motion to get out of the way. Oltach's claws sliced the flesh on his face and all he did was stand tall and grin the toothy smile of someone who hadn't a care in the world. Warm red blood poured from the burning wounds. "Do it then, Oltach," he sneered. He had never before used his grandfather's name, and it rolled off of his tongue like the worst of insults casually spoken. He heard his grandfather prepare himself for an attack and almost laughed. Did his grandfather really think it mattered to him whether or not his power was taken from him? He felt claws dig into his other cheek, but didn't even flinch. "Call the god, old one!"

Shakun dammed up the thoughts, glaring at the spirit. "It doesn't matter anymore!" he shouted. Straightening up to his full height, Shakun barreled through the spirit of his grandfather. It was like plunging into a lake in the middle of winter. For a minute he was frozen like his heart, and then he was on the other side, shuddering. Shakun relaxed visibly and moved on as if he hadn't seen the spirit of one of the wolves he hated most in all of his life. Soon he would reach the watering hole if he didn't meet any more obstacles.

Wolves. Shakun couldn't resist the pull of the smell and followed, slinking slowly and silently towards them. He spotted two red figures against the green grass, one limping badly, but pretended not to see them. In fact, he laid down and rested his head on his paws so he could watch what was going to happen.

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Loki could sense the female before she even appeared. He had his eyes closed and was sitting upon the grass, feeling the wind blow through his fur. He knew it couldn’t last for long. He wasn’t angry, if it wasn’t for another wolf, it would have been from his memories. Loki could never escape them, although they were not horrible memories, he had quite a few unpleasant one, then again what do you expect from someone who had lived for so long. He twisted his head around and spotted the female, she wasn’t too far away from him, but wasn’t close either. He watched, her fur was read like his, although his was much darker then hers. He turned his head back away from her, almost as if he was going to ignore her. He pushed himself up from the grass and turned his body to where he was looking at her, but he did not say anything. Who knows perhaps she would just wander away or something else. No need to impose on a conversation if none was about to happen.

Loki thought about his pervious mate. Unlike most whose relationship fell apart, theirs was done naturally. He no longer had that burning feelings for her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care. Deep down inside there was a special part for her, after all she had been his first love and they spent several hundred years together. They had more good times then bad. Their worst moment together is when they first had to say goodbye and turned their backs on each other they left their love dissolve into nothing. Their meetings now were often awkward, trying to avoid talking about the past, but he remembered one time, the last time how she had come up to him and whispered to him. “You’ll be okay.” And she left with a smile. He still wasn’t sure why she said that, of course he would be okay. He shook his head trying to push the thoughts out of is head.

It was then he sensed another presence, this time it was a male. He turned his head and spotted the male. A frown came over Loki’s maw as he watched as the female and the male came closer. He didn’t mind company, but he didn’t particularly enjoy it. He tilted his head up to the sky. He was a God, bond to Earth forever, of course he could go to heaven, but he hadn’t in a very long time. He had actually not spoken to another God in over a hundred years. His parents and siblings were only fragments of his memories and sometimes he even forgot what they looked like because he had not seen them in a long time. He had run into quite a few family members however. Children and even grandchildren of his siblings, and it reminded that Loki had not one child. He wandered what it would like to be a father.

He sat down back upon the grass. If they wanted to talk then they would have to come and talk to him.

Word Count: 605
Thoughts: aww Loki is so lonely xD He needs some company –hugs Loki- Also I have NO idea why his name thingy has a green background o.o it's supposed to be black. I even re did it and it still looks like this. xD

[Essence]

Perfect.
Just what she needed.
Sorin watched the male, freezing in all movement. Her paw throbbed, but she placed it firmly on the ground, putting her weight on it, and stood up tall. This wolf had the fur of a Amasite. If he was one, she would be dead in a matter of seconds. There was no running away to safety. Not only would that be cowardly, she could hardly walk.
She flicked her tail, looking directly at the male's face. He had no markings of a pack, no markings of his past. Without those, he could not be a Amasite.
But still, he was a male. Her eyes narrowed at the thought, images flashing before her eyes of how males treated not only her species, but many other females of many different species. She hated them.
But...
Something was different about this wolf. Something she couldn't quite think of. Her Soul Ribbon tightened around her paw instinctively, and she winced slightly as the pain shot through. She needed to take her weight off of it, but...

Sorin didn't need to look to see another wolf, and she didn't need to see the male in front of her look that direction. She could tell simply from the fact her Ribbon tightened again, causing more pain. However, she did not wince this time. Instead she sat down, bringing her paw to her mouth. She hesitated, her Ribbon unwinding itself from her paw, leaving the fur sticking up in random directions. It then wrapped around her throat and shoulders, pressing her fur to her body. To anyone who couldn't see the ribbon, it would appear that her fur was suddenly pressed to her skin, unmoving even when a breeze hit it. To anyone who could see it, it would be a deep red that red representing the blood that had come to stain her very soul. It had not a flaw in the color, either.

She closed her eyes, listening for the movements of the other wolves. Sight had many defaults, but hearing was more practical in something like this. She began to lick her paw in a rhythmic fashion, easing the pain that continued to throb. She flicked her tail, folding her ears against her head. Act innocent... She thought to herself. If she acted innocent enough, and they attacked, she could deal with them quickly with her Soul Ribbon...

Then she opened her eyes, sliding her tongue back into her mouth, and setting her injured paw on the ground lightly. No weight put on it.
"I suppose you idiots are not going anywhere, are you?" She asked suddenly, frowning. Yes, that was the way! Insult on the first sentence she said. Great.
She let out a sigh.
"I suppose today I am a idiot wolf just as much as you lot, though." She grumbled to herself in such a low tone, she didn't expect them to hear her. She looked down at her paw as she said the words, wincing slightly.

Sorin turned to the two male wolves, flicking her tail. "And guessing by the wolves I've encountered on the way here, I am assuming you two will want to talk and be all buddy-buddy in five seconds." She growled, turning her gaze to the skies above her. She opened her jaws to say something else, but for some reason, closed her jaws again and just stared up at the skies. They were so peaceful... If only she could feel that peace.
Sorin flattened her ears against her head, snapping back. No, that was not possible. She was a Amasite, born into war and born of blood. That was a choice she didn't control, it had been made for her, and now she was living through the consequences of the same choice. There was no other path for her, for any Amasite. Only war, blood, and murder.

For a moment she forgot where she was, then she snapped back with a blank expression, looking from one wolf to the other with a cold gaze. It was as though she expected them to do something.


-{ Well, as for crappy posts, I think that one is on top of my list so far xD; The post I had before was better... Then I accidentally deleted it... }-

[Scriptureous~]

Shakun
There is nothing here for you;;

Shakun saw the darker red male, a splash of bright color against the green of the meadow, turn and look at the brighter red female. The female was vivid and bright like a drop of blood fallen from a wounded animal with dark markings fading to white. If they were a couple then they were the brightest pair that he had ever laid eyes on. He felt the male's eyes sweep over him and heard the gentle rustle of grass as he turned away. Not very social, that one. The female had stopped, and part of her fur flattened around her neck. From the way she stopped and looked at them, he guessed that she felt vulnerable. Well, no duh. She was injured and there were two males that she didn't know in the vicinity, which could very well spell danger. Shakun smiled to himself and noted that he didn't need to read minds anymore.

"I suppose you idiots are not going anywhere, are you?" What was she prattling on about? Of course he wasn't going anywhere. "A ge we uhaan(I am no idiot)," he muttered quietly to himself. He had been discovered watching them, but he delayed getting up as long as he possibly could. The end of his tail twitched, causing the grass around him to sway. He narrowed his eyes to slits and kept watching the female because apparently she was the only who was going to speak. "I suppose today I am a idiot wolf just as much as you lot, though." He barely caught the words, but his hearing was just good enough that he picked it up. Shakun couldn't help but grin and stare at her injured leg. Yes, judging by that wound I'd say that you are, he agreed smugly. Anyone that was able to get themselves injured was an idiot in his book. Since he really had no reason to pretend he wasn't there anymore, Shakun pushed himself up onto his paws and shook out his fur.

"And guessing by the wolves I've encountered on the way here, I am assuming you two will want to talk and be all buddy-buddy in five seconds." Talk to her? He might as well roll over and die... or something. The one thing he despised most was talking to other wolves. Well, he despised a lot of other things about as much, but whatever. His silvery armor didn't make a noise as he began to pad away from the strangers. Then he stopped and looked back, frowning. He still wanted to watch what was going on. He agonized over what he was about to do, snapping his jaws open and shut a couple of times. "Nobody was talking but you, unless you were hearing the wind!" he called back, tail twitching restlessly. Maybe she and the other male would go away or go about her business now.

It would be a good day if they did. It would be an even better day if they dropped dead.

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Loki’s ears perked when he heard the female speak. He turned his attention back to her and watched her. What did her suppose he was planning to do? She didn’t seem to like males in particular, perhaps she had a bad run in, in her past? Loki snorted, insulted that she dare put him in that category. He might not have been the nicest wolf around, but he wasn’t some pervert. “Is it a problem that I wish to be here?” He asked her in a slight sarcastic tone, feeling the rotten taste in his mouth as he spoke the words. He could sense her attitude, and he wasn’t going to be nice if she wasn’t. He turned his attention back over to the male, who had remained silent, but now spoke to the female in a crude tone as well. Loki closed his eyes and turned his attention away from the two wolves, almost as if he was going to ignore them.

“I do not plan to be all let’s be friends.” He told the female with a snort, turning his head to look back her. “That is pretty retarded, don’t you think?” He said, his dark eyes flickering back over to the male for a second. He had no friends, never had. The closest friend he had was Layali and calling her a friend just didn’t seem to fit for him. He could honestly say he never had a close relationship with anyone, after all he liked to play tricks on others and that often turned them off. He shook his head as he stretched out his paws. Not quite sure what else to say.

“If you were so lonely and wish to make friends with someone, then perhaps you should look else where, because I highly doubt you’ll find one here.” He told her with a nod of his head. He wasn’t one of those good two shoes who went around trying to make friends and help others. He often was one to make fun of them, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be nice, he could, and sometimes he was and sometimes he wasn’t. Just depended on what he was feeling that day and what your attitude was with him.

Word Count: 434
Thoughts: OMG YAY FOR SHORT POST =D well at least I posted ^^

[Essence]

"You honestly think I want friends?" She could almost laugh. Almost.

Sorin blinked, turning to the male whom had not one part of red on his fur. With her green eyes on him, it might have appeared she was trying to look straight through him. She was, in all truth. But.. was that a try at an insult? "Why not? I find that the Dumw has many more interesting things to say than most wolves do." She replied calmly. Her accent curved her words, causing the Amasitian word for 'wind' to slip from her lips. She didn't pay it any attention though, as she turned her gaze to the red male.
"Having friends are weaknesses. They always end up dead at your paws. Then you either caused their deaths, or you blame it on yourself. It's all too much trouble than it's worth." She stated clearly.

Sorin hesitated, looking from one wolf to the other before taking her gaze to the skies above. "Amasites need no friend but the ally of war and the blood we were born from. Everything else will end in vein, worthless when you pass on to the next life or whatever you believe. But war and blood, that is the only sure thing anyone of us can count on. Afterall, we Amasites have nothing else to live for." Her voice trailed off, sounding distant. It was as though she was in a fog, remembering something far off. When in all reality, she was only staring at one star in which appeared to be shining and dimming in such rhythm, she thought it to be the star's own form of language. Perhaps someone she met along her travels would be intelligent enough to tell her of the language, to tell her what the star was telling the Earth itself, it seemed.

She sat like that for a while, until a bug flew in between her and the star she had been staring at. She gave it a growl, and a glare that she normally saved for wolves who she was about to kill. But that bug, that disgusting, stupid, filthy, slimy, flying bug, was one of the things she hated. Maybe more than wolf kind itself.
With a flash, the Soul Ribbon uncurled itself from her neck and lashed out, and the bug was soon at her paws, cut in half. She looked at it in disgust before returning her gaze to the two male wolves. And just a quickly, she turned her attention to her paw, setting it on the ground and testing her weight on it. She hissed through her teeth when the pain not only struck her paw, but shot through her leg, shoulder, and clear to her spine.
If Sorin hadn't learned control all those years ago, she would have no doubt cried out in pain. When the wave finally subsided, she let out a sigh. There was no way she was going to be able to walk on it. She'd have to stay here until it healed enough to get to cover.
She flicked her tail as she stood, lifting her paw off the ground long enough that she could turn her back to the two males. She laid down then with some difficulty, folding her ears against her head as she began to lick her paw once again. Her eyes closed, and she meant to ignore the two wolves behind her. If they tried anything, they would find her a much harder target to shoot than they thought. Even if she was injured.
If Sorin had spoken much more, she would have shown more than a little weakness. She could tell that now. In their English, at least. You see, she had to let her guard down, to let those emotions she banished long ago to come back for a few minutes. Just long enough to let her know just how bad her paw was, for no spring ever hurt this much...
And most of all, this would probably be the only time she wouldn't lash out at someone blindly. It was a weakness to her, and if she could've, she would've walked away to find shelter. Away from wolves that could harm her.
She sighed, a childhood story... or poem... came forth from her mind.
"Dsam gsa xfeowh elazsaiw zium yfeew,
da iff wuaw.
Dsam gsa futsgmumt rfihsaw um gsa xefez er zaw,
gsa diz xzilaw iff.
Gsa diz, gsa ema dse xemhonaw iff deflah.
Ug geep gsauz saizg, gsauz lazb heof,
gduhgumt imw gozmumt omguf gsab yaxina gsa wizpahg er gsumth.

Inihuga izeha, reznumt rzen gsa yfeew er riffam.
Da zeha, ge hgek gsa diz.
Ih rula, da yimwaw getagsaz, dezpumt omwaz gsa zofa...
Er gsa Tewwahh er Waigs sazhafr.
Da zeha, ge hgek gsa rutsgumt.
Da zeha, kzenuhumt hiragb.

Ema defr, Me Nazxb.
Gsa haxemw, Me Seka.
Gsa gsuzw, Dizzuez'h Rfina.
Gsa rezgs, Luefamxa.
Gsa rurgs, Sigzaw.

Ih ema gsa rula zeha,
xiohumt i hutsg ge haa.
Gsa dizzuezh er diz hgekkaw,
feepumt ig gsa hutsg.
Gsauz rzuamw'h yfeew gozmaw, gduhgaw.
Reznumt yaihgh halam reeg giff.

Hkaipumt um gsa fimtoita U hkaip med, gsab xzuaw;
"Hgek gsa puffumt, ur beo duhs ge fula."
Gsa yfeew-zaw abah er deflah gozmaw meznif.
Gsab feepaw izeomw, haaumt gsa yfeewhsaw gsab xiohaw.
Hfedfb gsa wuhkazhaw, failumt gsa yiggfa ruafw.
Da xiff ug med, Gsa Yatummumt.

Rzen gsaza, gsa Rula difpaw.
Puffumt iff gsig wizaw gszaigam gsauz kaixa.
Yezm rzen yfeew, rez yfeew.
Omguf Me Nazxb raff um fela.
Sa zeha itiumhg suh yzegsazh,
"Gsaza uh neza ge fura!" Sa hseogaw.

Gsab wuwm'g fuhgam.
Gsab puffaw suh niga.
Um imtaz sa zeha
emfb gsam wuw gsa Tewwahh hsed.

"Me Nazxb, beo sila yzepam beoz kzenuha."
"Me Nazxb, beo sila yagzibaw oh."
"Ih i komuhsnamg,
umhgaiw er waigs,
U hsiff tula beo gsa turg er paakumt beoz kzenuhah."
"Rzen med em,
Nb Inihugah duff malaz yzaip
Gsa yemw gsig safw oh getagsaz rez gseohimwh."

Imw iff dih kaixarof emxa itium.
Gsa Rula zeha, naagumt gsa hgimwizwh.
Omguf Me Nazxb dih reomw waiw, macg ge rula kokh.
Rzen gsaza, da tag eoz kixp.
Me Nazxb.

Gsa Reoz, imtazaw, hfiotsgazaw iff gsab xeofw.
Henaema siw nozwazaw gsauz yzegsaz.
Gsa hpuah yfaw zaw,
Gsa zium gozmaw ge yfeew,
Imw iff Saff yzepa feeha.

Emxa itium gsa Tewwahh raff.
Gsuh guna, puffumt saz Hemh.
Um gsauz kfixa, rula kokh aixs.
Aixs ge hgizg i kixp.
Imw rzen gsaza da hkzaiw,
rula kixph,
rula dizh,
rutsgumt rez dsig da daza yezm er.
Rutsgumt gsa xozha,
er puffumt aixs egsaz.
Rutsgumt um yfumw zita,
rez gseha da kzenuhaw.
Rez gseha dse puffaw.

Imw gsuh uh gsa hgezb,
er sed emxa kaixarof Inihugah zofaw.
Sed gsab reotsg.
Sed da sila gsa xozhah.
Sed gsab daza puffaw.
Imw sed eoz kixph xina ge ya.

Imw gipa gsuh ih i gszaig imw kzenuha,
yzegsazh.
Ur U xena okem beo.
I yiggfa ge gsa waigs,
ug hsiff ya."
She spoke the words in a rhythm, never faltering once. Her voice grew stronger, in fact, her accent bending to the words perfectly. When she was finished, she opened her eyes and winced at the pain through her paw. She bent her head, sniffing it. Closing her eyes, she saw red flare. "I rzixgoza. Tzaig." She muttered under her breath, letting her Ribbon uncurl and once again wrap around her paw. This time, it was much tighter, and her paw was forced to stay straight. It would take it a while to heal, even though it was a small one.
Opening her eyes, she looked up at the skies. It was as though she had forgotten the two behind her, when in all reality she knew they were there. Rather they understood anything she said was a mystery to her, but, if they did, then they had just heard the main story that her kind told their children to go to sleep.

[Scriptureous~]

"U duzn bnoe'k pazb znabav itk my idie," Shakun muttered under his breath. The language was light and trilling, much like the personality he had possessed before he had been cast into Sin and Eternal Suffering. He actually didn't mind the male quite as much because he was a lot more quiet than the female, who happened to be a loudmouthed bitch(no pun intended). Not that he cared. No, not at all. “Is it a problem that I wish to be here?” the male asked. Shakun's ears lifted from their position against his head and faced the male, listening quietly to his words and replying silently. Yes, yes it is a problem that you're here. Nobody should be here. It should be just him and the sky and the grass like it usually was without other wolves. Shakun considered himself quite the introverted wolf, actually. He felt no joy in being around other wolves unless it was an absolute necessity. “If you were so lonely and wish to make friends with someone, then perhaps you should look else where, because I highly doubt you’ll find one here.” Shakun's lips pulled back into a nasty grin. Here, here! he thought. He didn't need friends in a million years, and any friends he had aquainted himself with in the past obviously hadn't needed him. He considered friends to be an unnecessary boon in life.

"You honestly think I want friends?" the female asked. When he spoke, she turned at stared straight through him like she could see through him with her bright green eyes. He didn't care that she looked right through him like she couldn't see him at all. In fact, it rather pleased him. Shakun ruffled out his dull brown fur and stared straight back, considering her for a moment. After a minute he seemed to decide that she was as dumb as he thought she was and an insult rolled off of his tongue as easily as a human stood on two legs. "I agree, so why are you still speaking?" He asked, turning to face in her general direction. He searched her expression for a moment with cool gray eyes, running the tip of his pink tongue over his black lips. Shakun twisted away from her and the other male and plopped back down on the ground with a heavy sigh. Maybe he could watch what they were doing now without any other disturbance. He was an observer, not a participator and preferred to stay silent.

His ears swept up after a moment of silence and he cautiously glanced at first the other male, who was still facing the opposite way and then the female, who was staring up at the sky. He rolled his eyes up to look for a minute, wondering what could be interesting about the stars. His grandfather used to tell him that the stars all formed a map of each wolf's life, and that each one saw the stars in a completely different way. Looking up like that he could almost see it. The one chance he had been able to really spend time with his mother before she died, she had told him that the moon was a great eye of a wolf in the sky. The way he saw it, it was a great piercing claw that sometimes grew flat and dull. His gaze was draw back down to the earth where the short grasses swayed and the dew smelled sweet on the clover that herds of large game often came out to eat. One thing was sure, they wouldn't be approaching that area anytime soon. The smell of predators was so thick that it would drive any likely prey away.

Shakun's ears tilted forwards when the female began speaking to herself in a different tongue. He could understand words of it from littanies he'd had to memorize many years back, but most of it was beyond his knowledge. All he'd learned was to speak the littanies that his grandfather on his mother's side often laughed about. He had once had the misfortune to cross paths with that wolf and had never been completely the same again. Shakun shuddered against the cold armor that pressed against his sides and kept his icy heart protected. The god that had been his to follow before Odin had chosen him was Callistus, the god of fate and things to come. He was the one who had taken Shakun's power and he was the one that could give it back. Odin could not interfere. Bah, he didn't need his power anyways. He looked back over at the male, who seemed a little different than most wolves, and then looked back at the female. Shakun almost felt pity for her.

Almost.

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Loki stared at the female for several minutes before he spoke. “I never said you wanted to be friends with anyone, now did I? Perhaps before you say something next time, you should understand what I say.” He said as a frown began to appear across his maw. He tried to keep his temper down, for he did not want to start anything today. He was tired and in a slightly bad mood, which meant he could go off quite easily and he would have long been done it, if it wasn’t for the fact he was sick of fighting. He couldn’t die, in the end most of the time, they only died, and truthfully he didn’t like to kill anyone. He shifted his weight. Why in the world would he inquire that this female was looking to be friends with someone? It was quite obvious she wasn’t the ‘friendly’ type and neither did the other male. Loki thought to himself as he looked back over to the male for a second. So here were three wolves, which would have nothing to do with each other. Hmm, he knew this situation couldn’t end well. He personally didn’t want to stick around for something like that to happen.

He pressed his ears back upon his head as her words flowed through his ears. Her words seemed more calm and flowing when she spoke this odd language, and he figured it was her first language, making English her second. The words held no meaning to him, but it was quite obvious that it held some importance to the female. He was curious to now why she just suddenly blurted out with those random words (or where they random? He wasn’t quite sure.) he had traveled and knew a bit of each language and knew a word here and there, but he couldn’t figured what it was about. He shrugged his shoulders, if it had nothing to do with him, then he really didn’t care.

Loki listened as the other wolf spoke a different language. So both of these wolves speak different languages? Hmm, that’s pretty sad that a God, me, could not really understand what these two are speaking. He thought to himself as he shifted his weight, his long tail curling around his feet. With each slight movement the chains upon his chocker clinked together breaking the silence whenever it stretched over the three of them. Loki was not sure what to say, what could they say? There were limited possibilities in what this conversation could go. Either bad or good, there was nothing else. Either they could have a semi-decent conversation or all hell can break lose. Loki cleared this throat; he really didn’t want to start anything, but what could he say, that didn’t sound lame? He went through his mind with words before he finally spoke.

“So what are you two doing here anyway?” He said in a voice that wasn’t really civil. It was an open to a discussion or they could mumble quick answers, mock him and leave. He really didn’t care, he would rather them leave then try to start something – because he was the last one they wished to mess around with. He might have been an all powerful God – but that was the keyword, he was a God, and could not be killed. He could be weakening to the point where he could not fight, but he could not die. Sometimes Loki wished he could die. He watched others die and he envied them. Then other times he watches proudly from where he stands because he does not have to go through the pain of death. He wandered though, if he was given a choice, which would he take? Would he give up his Godly powers and immortality to lie down and die? Or would he rather be cursed to live forever upon the lands and the heaven? Honestly, he couldn’t answer this question and he doubted he ever would.

Loki turned his head back and forth between the female and the male – whom he had no idea what their name was – and waited for their responses.


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Thoughts: xD Poor Loki doesn’t want them to start going at each other’s throats.

[Essence]

Sorin looked at the sky, rather than try to retort to the males' comments. Instead she looked up at the sky with a clam expression, which was very different than the guarded one she normally wore. There was even something different about her eyes, they were softer. Not so threatening, not so piercing. Her shoulders relaxed, and she savored the feeling of well.. feeling anything.
It wasn't often she let herself do this. Emotions showed weakness, and if by some odd chance she met up with another Amasite, and she showed that weakness...
Well, she didn't need to think of that at the moment.
There were no Amasites around, and if there was, she could use the two males as distraction to regain control over her emotions. After all, they were males, and she was an injured female. If they were brave, they would stay. If they were gentlemen, they would try to protect her. Hah, somehow she found that image hard to imagine. Either way, she could find a way to get them in front long enough for her to gather her emotions.

Sorin stood then, lifting her paw off the ground as she moved to stretch. She yawned before straightening up, wincing slightly. Only then did she turn to the red male. "Walking." She stated calmly, though it was not with the usual note of sarcasm. Without the hate she normally spoke with. She looked to the other male, noting his hostility. She simply blinked at him before returning her attention to the red male. He seemed much more... approachable.
Glancing at the other male, she chuckled softly. Maybe more approachable, but not by much.
Sorin looked at the two, back and forth. The silence bugged her, now that she could feel the annoyance.
"I assume we all have names, don't we?" She stated, as though in distant thought. "Mine is Sorin, even if you didn't wish to know." She said, glancing toward the non-red wolf as she spoke the last part.

Sorin sat down, once again wincing. Now she remembered why she held up her defenses. "It's a bit odd, all three of us meeting up in one place..." She added under her breath, but it was more like a afterthought.

[Scriptureous~]

Shakun was almost asleep when the god spoke to try and start a conversation. “So what are you two doing here anyway?” He forced his heavy eyelids back open and lazily flicked an ear at the male, waiting for the bright red female to answer first. Her answer came soon and he listened thoughtfully to the answer, wondering if that was really the truth. "Walking." she said. Walking with that injured leg of hers? She might have been trying to get out of there because of it, but he doubted that she was really going very far. He waited a while before he actually answered, still thinking of the map in the sky. Could a map like that show him the way through his own life? Could things that he thought weren't true really be true, or was his grandfather searching for him to tell him that he was right after all? "I was following my nose," he replied tonelessly. He was rather distracted about his gransfather trying to find him. Was that worry that he felt gnawing at his guts? Shakun quickly quelled it, hoping that the white spot hadn't spread or that... even worse... no more feathers had sprouted. He hated it when he felt.

Shakun pinned his ears against his head, feeling an itch on his back under the heavy armor that proved that at least one feather had grown back. He growled softly, but showed no other sign that anything else had happened. He pushed up off the ground, glaring at the other two as if everything was all their fault. Maybe he should be meaner to them. Maybe that would make the feathers go away. But it probably wouldn't do to aggravate the either of the wolves even if one was severely injured. In fact, that would just be downright cowardly. When Sorin introduced herself, he looked her straight in the eye. What wolf in the world wouldn't have a name... excluding wolves who were stillborn or hadn't been named... or had amnesia... or who grew up deaf. When he thought about it closely, he realized that were deaf never really knew that they had a syllable-pronounced name because they couldn't hear.

The question still remained if he should tell her his name or not. Would he be rude and arouse the anger of the other two wolves or would he be polite and give them a name since she had given him one and the other most likely would? One ear flicked up followed quickly by the other. "I am... Shakun," he snorted. He had decided that it wasn't worth being rude for the moment, especially since the female wasn't worried. Why was she letting her guard down in front of total strangers? Was she stupid or was she smarter than he thought? He felt like saying something tart but let it go instead and said very quietly, "Neb gso tuwh degxs uzof bui, neb buif kedh yo lafnvb um gso tfuimw emw neb bui ozof yo dovv." The words tumbled awkwardly from his throat, and he winced at how horrible it must have sounded. The well-wish was one of the few things he had learned to say in the Amasite language. Shakun was actually ashamed at how nice he had been. His cheeks burned with shame under his fur, and yet being nice came easily like a flood of releif washing through his veins and renewing his body.

More white spread over his neck like something that was slowly strangling him to death. Now it was his turn to say something. What should he say, though? He had never really attempted to say anything that was conversationally correct or polite in a very long time. Shakun delved deep into his past in an attempt to grasp something that might help him. Asking how they were might make Sorin less than comfortable and besides that, it was the lamest thing he could have possibly said. His ears perked when Sorin spoke again. "It's a bit odd, all three of us meeting up in one place..."

[/b] Was it odd? Shakun hadn't thought so. It was most likely a coincedence unless his uncle had something to do with it. Shakun cast his senses about quickly to see if Callistus might be about, but there was no sign of him anywhere. "It is most likely a coincedence," he said in his bass voice. It sounded odd coming from such an average-sized wolf, and even more worse in English. "If it is not then a god has most likely fated it to be this way, although I have no idea why they would make it this way. Then again, the ways of gods are often obscure to we mortal wolves." Shakun's tail twitched in a distracted partial whisk at a fly that had landed on his leg. It wasn't that he was trying to be nice or friendly, it was more like he was thinking out loud.

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OutOfCrime|| Which gives me an idea... I wanna make a wolf with amnesia now. :x[/center][/size]

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“I see,” Loki stated when they each stated why they had come to this part of the land, it didn’t seem like they were planning onto. Just like him, for he just stumbled upon this land not long ago. He wasn’t one to stick around in the same place for too long, always moving about. He however had been here for the past two weeks. It was a nice place, and he thought he needed a long rest to clear his mind of some things, “I guess my answer would be no different them you two. I just came upon this land not long ago, I was actually thinking about leaving, soon.” His voice trailing off, to where it was almost a whisper, he couldn’t stand in being one place for too long, he just wasn’t sure why. He shifted his weight, perhaps because after being in the same for too long – the memories come back and began to haunt them. Unlike several, he was able to handle the memories. He could take the bad along with the good, but sometimes they overcame him to the point where he could no longer handle it. It was then, did he just leave. He had no clue where he was going, he was just going. He enjoyed taking his time, he was no hurry, and after all he was immortal.

Loki tilted his head upward when they spoke their names. He barley noticed that he did not know the females nor the males name. Sorin and Shakun, hm, did it really matter if they knew each other’s name or not? It is not as if they were going to be good buddies, hoping to run into each other in the future – this is probably the only time they would ever see each other. “My name is Loki, Loki Nightwind.” Adding his last name was just something he was used too. The words flowed out of his tongue effortlessly, almost as if it wasn’t him who was talking. “Yes, it is quite strange that we three meet here…I suppose…” he said in a low voice. What was so strange about it? That three wolves that could care less happened to meet each other? He didn’t see what was so great about it, but he did not ask.

Loki turned his attention over to the male, Shakun, or whatever he said his name was. He was talking about the Gods? A smirk flickered across his maw. Ah, I suppose they have not noticed that they have been speaking to a God all along. Should I tell them? He thought to himself as he pushed himself up from the ground, his dark eyes still upon the other male. “Yes, sometimes the Gods do strange things…” he said his voice trailing off. It wasn’t as if he cared for others to know what he was, but some felt threatened while others did not care. He doubted they would care. Unless they had a bad experience with Gods in their past, “I should know best, after all I happen to be a God.” He said mater of factly as if he was talking about the weather.

Word Count: 581
Thoughts: Blah. No thoughts for me ^^

[Essence]

Sorin twisted her ears as she heard the other two's names. She nodded slowly, as though she had proved an odd fact. However, when the one call Shakun said what he did, she turned to him, a confused look on her face. He could speak her native tongue. It could use some work, granted, but it surprised her he knew it. "Imw beo, yzegsaz meg yezm er gsa yfeew er diz." She spoke softly. She hesitated, then sat down. "Where did you learn of the Amasite language?" She asked, clearly interested in how such a wolf learned of something about her. Something that few wolves knew.
" Coincidences are non-existent. We are all pawns in come greater thing, an outcome already planned, choices made for us. We claim we have free will, when we don't. Gods and Goddesses make sure of that, while they battle for power. They want no chance we will rise above them, no worries that we will rebel against them, and take their powers for our own." Sorin stated, her accent curving her words in a very odd way. Anger flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly quelled, and she acted like it never happened. "It is why Amasites have so many curses placed on them from the moment they are born." She sighed, shifting her weight.
Loki Nightwind?
Sorin paused, turning to the red wolf with a surprised expression. Nightwind, where had she heard that name? It was shoved in the back of her mind, like something she had heard from her childhood... but she couldn't recall it.
What he said next almost caused her to bolt the other way. "Oh." Was all she said, her guarded expression flickering on her face again. She stood straighter, ignoring the pain that shot through her leg. "A God, you say?" She questioned, standing up. "I have no business with Gods, or Goddesses. Good day to you two. I should get some cover before this storm hits." She nodded to the lightning that flashed in the distance. She hesitated for a moment, well aware that what she had was rude. "Lets just say that I've quelled with my fair share of Gods and Goddesses in my past." She added, walking past the one called Shakun. She remembered it now, all of it. Nightwind, it was a lesson when she was young. However, she couldn't recall it to date, but she knew she had learned something. She remembered her first battle, running into battle blinded, all of it becoming a blur. Waking up, hearing her dearest friend was dead...
All because of those Gods and Goddesses, trying to place yet another curse on her species.
She limped away, anger filling the air around her. She wasn't going to trifle with Gods or Goddesses. She would do anything to keep out of company of one, just as before.

Sorin sighed as she stopped, paw throbbing. What was she kidding? She couldn't walk much further.
She lifted her head, looking at the area around her. No trees, no shelter. She would have to construct something with her ribbon. Great.
She laid down, Ribbon uncurling itself, and set to work. Soon, the tall grass was piled around her, collected from random areas in the field, and her Ribbon spread out around it, not only keeping out the rain and unwanted visitors, but also keeping in the heat of the soft bed she had made herself. She raised her head, looking at the clear night. In the far distance, she could see a storm brewing, but the sky where she laid was clear.
How very odd.
If she wasn't hurt, she would have gone to check it out. But there was nothing she could have done, so instead she curled up in the makeshift shelter, tail placed over her nose.