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Post by Scriptureous~ on Jul 25, 2009 0:01:39 GMT -5
The ribbon, a mass of twisting and swirling dark colors. Shakun felt a strong urge to ram his head into a tree instead of taking the action that he knew was necessary. Instead of feeling the strong magnetic pull towards doing the thing that he knew was what he had to do, he felt... nothing. There was no pull, no tug, nothing to anchor him to the current task. He felt raw panic rush to fill the sudden void that had opened up in him. It felt like the ghost of fear forcing him into a stagnant stillness within his own body while his mind rushed on recklessly at the speed of a hundred screaming words per minute. For the first time in a long time, he had no idea what he was doing or where he was going. His hysteria escalated to a point where he almost imagined that his lethargy was the result of some cruel and sinister plot to stop him from going after Sorin. It was at that time that Zilla’s comment fished him away from the strange flood of fear that he had never experienced over something so silly and trivial. Of course he had to go after Sorin. She was a Goddess and he was sworn to serve the immortal beings that forced him into their strange cults. It was only then that he remembered. He didn’t have to go after Sorin because he was free. He was free to make his own decisions and free to serve - or not to serve - whatever being he pleased to serve. It was so overwhelming that he felt like sticking his head in the dirt and never coming up for air again. The only thing that kept him hooked to reality was that someone was in danger and they needed his help, and if he heard correctly, the strange wolf he had payed no attention to earlier was going to go after Sorin and if he didn’t go too she would be going alone. Whatever modicum of honor he possessed kept him from leaving her to face whatever had Sorin alone. He could find no other reason then that to go after Sorin. That and Sorin would probably haunt him for the remainder of his life and after if he didn’t go. Shakun twisted around to get a better look at the light being that he had only just noticed. He squinted his eyes against the bright light to look beyond it at the still form of the pup. So young to know the terrors of war and blood that were the revenge of dark and twisted hearts. His expression softened and he ceased to wonder at the long and deep sleep she had fallen into. Long sleep was better for her. He just hoped that war didn’t visit her in her dreams. Strange that the small thing was what stoked the flames of rage that twisted and flickered in a maddening cage around his heart. ”Whatever you are, you had better take good care of her.” He noticed the sharp claws and teeth that could turn foe at any given time, but he totally ignored them, or tried to. He looked steadily after Zilla for a few seconds, still reluctant to follow. What the hell. What kind of bastard was he? He was sitting there doing nothing while some weird wolf he didn’t know went after his friend. He was more of a bastard then Sorin had ever been a bitch to him. He wasn’t about to be left behind. He wasn’t about to let whatever bastard that kidnaped Sorin to keep living, either. If she was dead, he was going to rue the day that he had decided to hurt Shakun’s friend. Shakun’s wings shot out from his sides, dried blood cracking and flaking from the silken feathers. The tight, sore muscles in his haunches coiled and sprang loose like pistons, pushing him away from the ground. Soft as a sigh, his wings drove towards the ground and pulled him away from the ground after the wolf who’s friend was a light dragon. Light. Dark. What was the difference? Dark as night, light as day. Cruel versus kind. Didn’t both sides have one similarity? They both had goals. It was just that the goals of cruelty were to interfere with the well being and happiness of others. That was something that could never be allowed. It wasn’t long before Shakun saw dark creatures spiraling in the air. Creatures that shouldn’t have existed. He instinctually knew that was where Sorin was and pulled his wings in to his sides, scanning the ground until he caught sight of her. ”Sorin,” he whispered. Compared to all the chaos, the single spoken word was quiet as the thrum of a hummingbird’s wings. He landed lightly, closing his eyes against the light. The warm, inviting light. Something pulsed beneath his paws, something that should have been unsettling.
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Post by Essence on Jul 25, 2009 0:45:37 GMT -5
"Sorin." She paused in her thoughts of death, confused. Sorin.. That was her name, wasn't it? Who was calling her name? If it wasn't her name, that was a very funny word to say. What did the word mean? She puzzled this as she opened an eye to see the surrounding area bathed in blue light, a odd looking wolf jumping around, chasing something that looked like a snowflake that glowed blue. She blinked both eyes open at this, watching the wolf dancing around. What an odd wolf.
Sorin tore her gaze from the wolf to see another, confusion crossing her face. She knew this wolf... but where did she know him from? It was on the tip of her tongue.. The harder she thought of it, the faster it seemed to escape her. Who was this wolf? She sat up, muscles shrieking at her not to. She winced, confused even more. Why did she hurt all over? There had been nothing that she had done that could have caused that... But yet, she felt like she had just been through a war and back. As far as she could remember, she had done nothing of the sort. "Dse iza beo? Sed we beo pmed nb mina?" She asked, the words the most familiar thing she knew. Where had she learned that from? It was so familiar, but she just couldn't grasp how she knew it.
Her confusion deepened, her mind struggling to recall what had happened the past few days. The last thing she remembered... The last thing she remembered... Was darkness. Darkness spreading like a virus, sealing the fate of something... Something important. But what was that?
She looked at the field of blue around her, suddenly curious. How did the land around them get so.. blue? Was that normal? If not, what made it like that? Why was it blue? Why not green? Or red?
Red... Her face grew blank, that color bringing memories back. Red.. blood, everywhere. Covering her fur, covering the ground around her. Flashes of this filled her mind, each time looking at a different battlefield, each time only her or a few others standing. It continued until all she could imagine was a sea of blood, her drowning in it.
Sorin shrank back, fear seizing her instantly. Had she caused that much spilled blood? What kind of monster was she? How could she have done that? She couldn't be that cruel... could she? She looked from the wolf that was still dancing around the area to the male, and back again. These wolves.. were they her friends? Did they help her kill all those wolves? Or were they here to kill her? "W...Who are you?" She asked, her voice weak, cracking at the end.
Zilla watched as the wolf was surrounded in her healing blue light, healing the shallow cuts that covered her body. Zilla, meanwhile, had her head turned to the side. Amasites had red fur, this one had black. Why was that? No matter, it wasn't of concern to her unless the wolf attacked her.
Turning from the wolf, Zilla looked up at the sky, or what she assumed to be the sky, and closed her eyes. The necklace around her throat flared once, and as she opened her eyes, she saw the blue, light-filled snowflakes falling from the sky. Her eyes widened as a pup's might, bowing down playfully as she attacked the first snowflake that came within reach, the thing landing on her tongue, making her mouth instantly warm. She jumped in surprise, her ears pointed up as she noted the male wolf had landed. Other than that, she paid him no mind, spreading her wings so she could jump higher, snapping at the falling light. She continued this too, until the inside of her mouth glowed a soft blue. Only then did she stop in her constant jumping, instead spinning around, standing on her two back paws to 'dance' in the light. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, eyes trained to the skies as she did this, wings spread for balance. Not many realized she did this every time she wasn't in danger.
She fell back then, landing on her back as she spread her wings flat against the ground. She closed her eyes, growing still. If she didn't know better, she would think she had died. At the last moment, she jumped up, turning to the Amasite-not. "I am a wolf!" She cried happily, spinning around in circles. "Well, actually, I'm not. But right now I am!" She admitted, panting as she looked from the winged wolf to the Amasite-not. "Most call me Zilla, but you can call me Wolf of Light if you want! No harm done, no harm done. Might want to watch out for the bat mutants though, they like to tear out your eyeballs and eat them. A shame really, they are cute." She muttered, sitting down as a thoughtful glaze crossed her face.
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Post by Scriptureous~ on Jul 26, 2009 4:18:13 GMT -5
Snowflakes. Each delicate, spidery flake was unique to all the others. Each glittering sliver of light fell to the ground to form one massive pool of luminescence before slowly fading. What a mockery of the living, all bunched up in their little masses and groups claiming to be the same when they were really so very different. They believed that there was someone there to take away the pain when all they really had was themselves. They were responsible for changing themselves. Shakun looked down in disbelief at the wolf that claimed to be Sorin, but couldn’t possibly be. She smelled like Sorin and spoke the tongue of the Amasite race, but she looked nothing like the wolf that he knew. Her coat was no longer the cerise of the tears that fell from the wounds of war, but was black like tar. He wondered vaguely if he would stick to her coat if he was to so much as touch it. When he looked at her she looked small and out of proportion like she was far away. Who ever she was, she was not a wolf that he knew. Not any more. He stepped away from the warm blue field around her and smoothly sat with a little flourish of his tail. ”I don’t know how I knew your name. I knew someone else by that name once, perhaps I mistook you for her. On the other hand, I could be psychic, but I doubt that is the case. How I know your name doesn’t matter right now. Can you get up? If you can, you should leave. This isn’t a safe place to be right now.” Shakun caught sight of Zilla’s strange weaving dance out of the corner and he watched without any real interest. Anything to put the new wolf out of his head. Out of sight, out of mind, as the saying went. Even watching the strange, careless dance of Zilla wasn’t enough to completely wipe his mind. He knew that someone had gotten hold of Sorin’s soul ribbon and that she could be controlled with the ribbon. If her ribbon could be controlled, then couldn’t her soul be rearranged, too? If her soul was rearranged, then it was all his fault. He should have woken up when she had been kidnaped in the first place. Now it was too late and she was gone, leaving behind something that wasn’t a part of her anymore. The lines in Shakun’s face creased, throwing his face into a strange profile in the incandescent light of the falling light. He looked old. He was old. Only a few hundred years remained in his life. Everyone he had known had withered away and one day he would fade away too like the rest and go up to the stars where he belonged. Or maybe everyone was reborn like the Amasites and he would pass on into the next circle when the gods deemed it time. No, that would never happen and he knew it. He had become separate from the gods when the she-devil who sought her freedom from life’s bonds freed him from his servitude. He was no longer a part of their plan, but a part of his own. He had taken control of his life. For the first time, Shakun’s eyes traveled to the sky, which was blotted out by the ugly monsters flying about like carrion eaters waiting for a meal. The light wolf obviously wasn’t phased by what ever they were, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t a threat to him, and he didn’t like what he heard about them plucking eyeballs out of sockets. Zilla didn’t exactly seem to be all there, either. ”The last thing I would call them is cute.” Shakun’s attention was drawn to the rest of the pack, which had probably started all of the trouble in the Nozomi lands in the first place. He could feel it in his gut. He pulled back his lips in a combination of a scowl and a grimace. ”Can we do anything about them?” Before he could stop himself he turned around to address Sorin in the tongue she had claimed as her native one before the new changes had made her so different and alien. ”Gaff na beo silam'g rezteggam beozhafr. And tell me, Zilla, how did you know about the Amasites?” he asked curiously. ”Not many I have encountered here know much of their race.” Shakun closed his eyes to blot out the light again, for he was an earth-creature, and earth-creatures like him adored the dark and silence. Now if only everything would go away and leave him all alone... ... That will never be possible... not with this war... Dark clouds gathered in his mind and cried tears of flame.
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Post by Essence on Jul 26, 2009 11:50:39 GMT -5
The wolf frowned at this male, glaring at him as she stood up, shaking her fur. Who was this wolf? Why did he seem so familiar, yet so.. foreign? His words caught her off guard though. Not safe? Images flashed before her eyes of the bloody scenes, and she could help but give a small laugh. "I think I can take care of myself." She stated, her eyes becoming guarded, voice trailing off. Could she protect herself? It was only then that she noticed a thing snaking its way around her throat, and jumped away from it. The thing was almost see-through, no true color about it. The thing hovered in the air before it shot at her, and before she could react, it was around her throat. But it wasn't trying to strangle her, it was just.. there. Her eyesight faded again, another memory coming into view. It was her, or who she thought was her, standing over a pile of those dead, something like the thing floating beside her. It shoot itself, stained red by the killing as it wrapped itself around the red wolf's neck. But... was that her? Her vision returned, her eyes flying to the thing around her throat in disgust. That thing, or something like it, had killed countless. Had helped that wolf kill countless. Why was it so buddy-buddy with her?
At the words that she assumed to be her first language, she dropped her gaze to her paws. She had forgotten herself. She couldn't remember the last time she ate, or who her parents were. That would mean that both long-term and short-term memory was affected.. but what did that mean? All she could figure out was that she, or someone close too her, had killed countless wolves. What if it had been her? What had happened to cause her to loose her memory?
Another word caused her to look up. "Amasite..." The word seem weird on her tongue, and she stared off in confusion. What did that mean? A race? Amasite... Weird... She ignored what was said, instead focusing on the field of blue they were surrounded in. She leaned closer to it, blinking. These snowflakes weren't snowflakes, they were.. shards? Of light? She pawed at them, perplexed. The light seemed to bounce back an forth in a quick rhythm, keeping to only a small gap that she had a hard time even seeing. How.. interesting. She nearly jumped and fell when the walls flew up.
"Nonsense! They are adorable! You just didn't look at them closely enough!" Zilla stated, standing up to stare at the male. Anger flared in her eyes, but as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. She looked up at the sky, her happy face falling to something more.. serious. "Afraid not. Not for a while." She muttered to herself, ears folding back to lie flat on her head, tail drooping into the field of light, leaving the tip of it glowing blue.
She didn't move when he addressed her, she didn't eve seem to hear him. She just stared at the sky, face fallen. "I know about them, because I was there when we were created to stop them." The words came out cruel, and she finally looked over to the wolf, her eyes cold. She sat down, wrapping her wings around her for heat. After that, her gaze was locked on the male, her body unmoving aside for her breathing. "One of your kind wouldn't take notice to this." She stated blandly. "But when their kind was created, it caused all hell to break loose. If you thought this war was bad, you would have died of fright from the chaos the Amasite Brothers caused. Their Goddess let her power get to her head, and in return, the other Gods and Goddesses turned on her. She had committed a crime on her own kind, she had made herself more important. She had created a race of her own. "In turn, the Wolves of Light were made. I was one of the first created... I think. They even created a plane in which we Beings of Light could live, real dragons and the like flying around. They were our only friends for a long while, the Gods and Goddesses seemingly forgetting us. The others were getting restless after a while. They started planning... Well, we saw all of what happened. More chaos, more killing. The ones that created us were not letting us go anytime soon, and one of our own created a portal that over half of us passed through. I was perfectly fine with Riz, but no, they had to-" She trailed off, muttering several curses. Her eyes seemed distant once more, and it was several minutes before she continued. Her attention snapping back like a rubber band, her eyes refocusing. "They split up. Half of us went to kill the Amasites, finish off the War Breed that we were made to kill. The other half that passed through the portal hid in caves, and a good thing too. The half that went to fight, died. Several hundred of years later, the other half had grown in strength. They learned to control their powers given to them by their counterparts, the 'mythical' animals that we had befriended while trapped in the Plane. After a while, I too, passed through the portal after growing bored and wanting to fine out what being trapped in a shell was like. Riz came with me, and we switched roles. I, trapped in the shell of a wolf and being able to touch and have gravity affect me. I tell you, as something made out of light, that is not normal. Riz on the other paw became trapped as well, trapped inside the orb around my throat, and became a being made out of light. Shame too, he can't talk anymore. He always knew when to say something..." She trailed off again, this time looking to the skies. More of those things had taken an interest to the glowing field. She simply scowled at them, returning her gaze to the wolf. "But you asked of the Amasites, didn't you? Well, other than being war-consumed and insane, they consist of five packs. These packs live up to their name. She is from the No Mercy tribe, a brute of one at that. A few decades ago a band of weaker Gods and Goddesses tried to stop them. I didn't stick around to find out how that ended. Too bloody for my taste." She glanced over at the one called Sorin with disgust written as clear as the light of day on her face. "Seeing as how even now, the marking is fading, she has been thrown out from her pack. If she is the one I've heard of, she killed the pack leader out of an act of senseless revenge, and went on a killing spree. Some of my kind were suppose to go after her, and if they did, they didn't return. She was something about her tribe teaching not to show emotion, but even through the mask she could see they were not true Amasites or something along that line. She had withdrawn so far into herself that she couldn't feel anything, her guard so well put up no one could get through to her. She couldn't feel guilty, or grief. Something about a mate dying in the war of the Gods and Goddesses. Or was it a enemy...?" Zilla had turned back to the wolf, and was now clearly lost in thought. "But she killed many, walking blinded and without feelings. Bit of a mess, really. I see she came here, worthless piece of scum." Her eyes flew back to the female wolf, her upper lip twitching slightly. But as quickly as the anger had came, it vanished. She seemed to be fighting to stay serious, her eyes following the snowflakes that continued to fall. "She went through the shift that her kind go through, it seems. I've never seen it to this degree... but it seems..." Her words came through distant, becoming more and more distracted. "She won't remember anything but the most gruesome things. This is the price she must pay for learning to feel again, for changing her soul. Her soul changes, she remembers only the bloody, cruel things she did. She doesn't remember you, or her family. She won't. Ever. She knows the Amasite language, along with several others, but doesn't remember learning them. If you watch her, she doesn't even recognize her own weapon. Which, seeing as it is transparent, would mean anything from here on out will change the color. The darker it is, the closer she is to true violence. Funny thing about Amasites. They go through this change, and if they go down the same path as before, the go into a senseless and mindless rage and go on a kill spree that will last until they are killed. The lighter it is, the more she will be like her true self before that tribe drilled their ways into her head. Probably a lot like she was right before she shifted. But the fact she changed color, I've not known that to ever happen. Seeing as she had a white mark, I'd say she was a Goddess. Long shot but.. No other Amasite has ever been a Goddess before. Their own Goddess will be seeking to use her for her own gain in power, and will probably be enraged that she is lost now." Zilla took one last glance at the two before her eyes grew distant, looking through the snowflakes. They followed one of the bat mutants, watching it swoop closer and closer, trying to get through the snow. She let out a short bark, walls of light rising up and closing at the top, the blue light resembling much like lightning, and she could hear the distant zaps as the bats dove at it. "Stupid shadows, stupid stupid." She muttered, turning to the male wolf. "I hate shadows. Too loud, always trying to cover you up and smother you. Flying at you and attacking you. They'll be the death of me! Mark my words." She muttered, turning away from Shakun. As she did this, her eyes closed, the serious and calm returning to her face. It was better they think her insane than sane. If they turned on her, she could surprised them if nothing else. That wolf probably didn't realize that she had not only blocked out the swarming bats mutants, but also the sound from around them. They were alone, in their own little world so to speak. They could leave if they wanted, of course, but, she had 'done something about them'. When she turned around again, Zilla returned to jumping at the snowflakes that still fell, this time limiting her jumps to the top of the 'shield'.
Sorin had stopped looking at the snowflakes and stared at the other female wolf. What she said seemed like some far-off fantasy, but when she spoke of the senseless killing, her eyes grew wide. That had been her. She had cause all of that... She was taken so many, some only a few days old. She closed her eyes, ignoring when the thing around her neck pulsed, turning black for a moment before returning to the transparent color that looked like a distortion in the light rather than something that could kill. How could she.. How could she be like that? She didn't even remember it! How could she be like that, and not remember it! Her entire frame was shaking, her looking small and frail for what she knew as the first time in her life. But for her, her life only started when she had woken up a few moments ago. Something moved behind her, and she didn't even need to look up to know it was one of the bat mutants. The thing around her neck uncurled itself and shot out. She heard a cry that echoed inside her mind, and a sickening 'thump' that she somehow knew told her the job was done. She flinched when the thing returned to hanging around her neck, like it would burn her. She didn't want to be near it, she didn't want to be a part of that life. She wasn't the killing kind. How could she be? The thought of it turned her stomach, but it felt.. right. That thought turned her stomach more, and she turned away from the other two wolves for some reason embarrassed that they saw her as such.
She stood up, taking a deep breath before she padded across the field. Half-way there, she stopped. Did she say Goddess? She turned to look at the wolf that was now circling overhead, spiraling around. Her? Who didn't even know her own name... a Goddess? She could almost laugh at the thought. There was nothing special about her. She was a normal wolf. A normal, past forgetting wolf. She would remember something soon. Yeah, temporary memory loss. That was it. But something about that Zilla wolf seemed... off. Like she didn't lie about one word she said. But just because one didn't lie, didn't mean they told the truth. It meant they told what they thought was the truth. She scowled at herself. Now she was thinking like that wolf. If she didn't watch it she would be trying to fly, too. Last she checked she didn't have wings. Or did she? She glance at her back, and thankfully, she didn't have any of the feathery appendages that the other two seemed to have. She glanced back at the two, the Zilla wolf on the ground on the side of the field opposite of her, seeming to stretch her wings. She knew that wasn't it though. She could feel the other wolf glaring at her, waiting for her to mess up. She turned her attention back to the male, the feeling of familiarity flaring again. But if what that glaring wolf said was true, then she probably would never remember it... She closed her eyes to see a image playing on the back of her eyelids, her, fighting wolves that looked.. dead. Black blood everywhere, three wolves behind her. Something was different though, she seemed determined about something... Then the male was there, and she was fighting beside him. Then something grabbed a red thing out of the air, and she fell, another thing attacked her. She saw herself grow still, the red thing slowly crawling over to her, the male seemingly going into rage and he fell as well, and didn't get up. The next thing she knew, the wolf that looked like her was up, wiping away countless of the dead-looking wolves and running to the male's side. She gasped, opening her eyes to stare at the male. She had cared for him. But.. why? She didn't see him in any other memories. A name formed on her tongue, and she folded her ears against her head. "Shakun." she muttered. "You're an idiot." She shivered suddenly, turning to the female wolf who stared at her not only in disbelief, but she also had a smirk on her face. Glancing down, she saw the thing around her next pulse black before returning to it's normal transparent form. What had the wolf said? If it turned a dark color, then she would go into a senseless rage and kill mindlessly? She looked up at the wolf, a threat in her eyes. She wouldn't let that happen. If she did, she would stop herself before she harmed anyone. Would she be able to? The doubt lingered in her mind, she didn't even know her name. But she knew this wolf. What did that mean?
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Post by Scriptureous~ on Jul 26, 2009 22:40:58 GMT -5
Ba-bump... ba-bump... The pulsing had become so constant and spellbinding that it was beginning to drive Shakun mad. He tilted his head towards the ground curiously, wondering if the earth he was standing on could be incubating some living beast beneath the cold rock and moist soil. Why not? If trees can grow from earth then couldn’t something grow beneath the surface? The moment the thought entered his mind the pulsing stopped and was replaced with a silence so vast it was like the whole world was holding its breath. What it could be waiting for, Shakun could not begin to fathom. Fuzzy images swam feebly from a long forgotten place. He focused his attention on the images, trying to push away the blur that blotted out the shapes so that he could see. He felt like a blind wolf trying to grope his way through a long, dark, dank tunnel all with walls covered in moss and stone floor strewn with garbage. Shakun’s concentration was broken by movement from the wolf he no longer knew. He looked to see that she had gotten to her paws and was shaking out her fur. He watched, fascinated by the rolling fur that reminded him of the waves of a great black sea rolling and crashing in a storm. ”I didn’t say you couldn’t,” he replied with a frown. Shakun turned halfway towards Sorin, taking notice of her strange jumpy behavior. She seemed to be staring at thin air, and he had a good idea just what was there that he couldn’t see. He moved closer a step or two, turning back to face Zilla when he reached Sorin’s side. ”Don’t let anybody get hold of that,” he said, lowering his voice an octave. ”Bad things will happen if they do. Bad things have happened.” He kept an eye trained on Zilla, pricking his ears when she began to speak. ”You could ask me to look at those things at a hundred times their current magnification and I’d still think that they are ugly. In fact, they’d probably look even uglier to me. You see, you didn’t ask what type of ugly I meant. There is the type of ugly that you can only have on the inside and there is the kind on the outside. I was talking about the kind on the inside.” Shakun lowered his head to the ground at the sight of the new, cruel look on her face and listened with his triangular ears pressed back against his head. Sitting as he was he looked like a strange hunchbacked creature cast in the strange glow of the falling light. His eyes were dark with thoughts that dripped slowly through his mind like a mountain stream flowing down weathered stone. His white fur, as stained with blood as it was, was as black as the new Sorin’s fur in patches and white as snow in others. ”They are not my people any longer,” he grunted when she mentioned them. Other then that, he didn’t interrupt or try to correct her while she spoke. He waited through all the silences without taking his eyes off of Zilla once, listening to some things that he had heard before and others that he hadn’t. She seemed to have a grudge as shallow as blood for the Amasites, something that never ended well. When she finally finished, Shakun spoke as callously as the light wolf had spoken about Sorin. ”Do you realize that I already know all of what you have said about Sorin? You have judged too soon, light wolf. You yourself said that no Amasite before her has ever been o Goddess. What if that means that she is different from all of the rest?” He fell silent, looking straight into Zilla’s eyes like he could make her believe him. ”She is different. Before she lost her memory, or went through the change that you mentioned, I heard this all from her. And you know what? After she told me all of that, she said something, and I know by what she has said that she has changed. She said that she would never do anything like that again. She said that instead of killing them, she could help the souls along their path and try to live her own life down the right course. Judge how you want, but I know she’s different than those other Amasites you’ve been talking about. All I can say now is that I’m glad she’s lost to he Goddess of Death if she was just planning to use her. I’m glad she doesn’t have that kind of binding life.” Shakun looked over at Sorin and was surprised to see the effect that the words had on the new Sorin. He had always thought of her as someone strong that couldn’t be broken down, even in death. He wanted to comfort her somehow, but he didn’t know what to say so he looked away instead. He looked around to the wolf when she padded away, and coherent words finally formed. ”Don’t let what she says affect you,” he said sharply. ”Words are just words.” When she closed his eyes, he turned all the way back towards Zilla to find her leaping for the snowflakes again. A blue field had erected around them, protecting them from who knew what. She was crazy. The light wolf was crazy. Shakun had to force down an irrational giggle that was crawling up his throat. It was wholly related to the stress that he had been put through recently, as though it were an outlet for all the unspoken words he wanted to scream at anyone that would listen. They were doing nothing and too many had died. He wanted to take action and do something. He forced his trembling muscles to stay as they were, concentrating so hard on the ground that his face was screwed up in a grimace. His neck jerked his head around to look at Sorin so hard that he got a crook in his neck. His expression registered surprise when she said his name before slowly fading to calm, and he smiled ruefully. His face blanked over for a moment before he flung his head back to look up at the sky. A question had just occurred to him. Where had those things come from?
Death is our only wall, a wall so high that it can’t be flown over... The pup slowly opened her eyes to bright light, squinching them closed until she grew used to it. At first she couldn’t make out a shape, but then the light began to take form until all she could see was a stranger. No, not a stranger, but a dragon made of light that was staring straight down at her in the most creepy way. Slowly... Her mouth opened... And... She screamed.
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Post by Essence on Jul 26, 2009 23:45:02 GMT -5
Zilla turned to the male wolf, the icy calm resurfacing on her face. "Listen, wolf. I've seen more years than you have ever thought of. If you think I judge one just simply from rumors, then you are very wrong." She snarled, standing up. The necklace around her throat flared slightly, but otherwise remained calm. The same couldn't be said about her temper, sadly. "But I have seen the chaos she has caused with my own eyes. Seen families torn apart by her doing. I honestly don't care what she does, as long as she stays away from the pack. I don't care if she has shifted, she is still a threat to our safety. You believe what you want, but you don't think I judge her on simple morals that wolves from this plane believe in." She flicked her tail, turning away from the two. "As for my kind being made to destroy their own... we settled that long ago, after their founders were sought and killed." Her upper lip was pulled back as she said this, ears flat against her head. That expression faded, her head turned to the sky. "I hold no grudge against anyone. None have harmed me. They stay away from the pack, I will not harm them. They make a move to injure one of the pack I am a member of, they will die." She said this slower and slower, pretending to drift off somewhere else. Her mind slowly went blank, until the point she had padded to the far side of the field and had rolled over in the blue light, it clinging to her fur and turning it blue. She yelped, spinning around in circles in attempt to shake it off.
Riz stared at the pup, and stared at the pup. He had ignored the bats swarming above them for a while now, but they were slowly getting on his nerves. One by one they were daring to inch closer until.. He lifted his head, a shot of light fire encircling the bats. They screeched, a smug expression finding his face as he returned his gaze to the pup. Just in time to see her open her eyes and scream. He lifted his head, letting out a squeal. He tried to match her pitch, but failed miserably. Instead he shrank in size, trying to match up to her. He made a clicking noise, his tail in the air in attempt to come across as playful. For all he knew, the pup thought he was trying to eat her. He turned, letting out a sharp growl. He lowered himself to the ground, then jumped in the air, his full size expanding as he landed on one of the larger bats, it dead before they even hit the ground. One good thing about being made of light. One could slip through another and sizzle them from the inside. No blood. That, and it was completely optional if he did this. No innocents harmed. He jumped away from the thing, making sure to keep the light away so the pup couldn't see. He turned his head to her, lifting a wing, trying to get her to climb under it to safety.
She turned to the wolf, nodding calmly. This thing was important? It wasn't just a weapon? How... weird. She watched as the wolf that claimed to be of light spout off, and stood up. She wasn't going to stand by and have this wolf she didn't know stand up for her. "How many have your kind killed?" She growled, eyes narrowing. "How many have you killed in this quest to protect this pack you hold so dear?" She continued, taking a step closer to the wolf. "And what of your pack now? The last thing I remember is a wolf risking their life for mine, why, I haven't the faintest idea. But whatever happened, those things flew up from the ground after it. If your pack is in these lands, they are being attacked while you are standing here like a idiot playing with light. Where are you to say I was such a bad wolf? You. Are. Doing. The. Same." She said the words slow, pronouncing each one with anger. She watched the wolf turn to her. "And stop acting like a half-minded rabbit. You are acting, and are horrible at it. Who would honestly believe someone spacey only coming to, so they can throw insults left and right? Pathetic, hiding behind a mask so others will dub you insane and let you off with a warning. You accuse me of things I don't even remember, and then you go and act all innocent, thinking I won't notice?" She could feel the fur rising off her back, but instead turned away, glaring at her paws as she picked them up and saw they were blue. Why blue? Why not purple or any other color that didn't seem so... sad? She paused, turning to the wolf. Sadness. That was it. The wolf was sad. Either way, it wasn't her business.
Zilla turned to the wolf, snarling. "How dare you." She growled, her small fox-like form turning to face the wolf. "How dare you accuse me of leaving my pack!" She took another step forward, anger causing the necklace around her throat to pulse. "Doesn't our little Princess know it all? Our little Goddess's puppet. You little runt, get back here." She challenged, standing her ground. Even if Riz wasn't here, she could, and would take on this wolf for insulting her loyalty.
She stopped, turning her head to look over her shoulder at the wolf. "No." She said simply, hesitating only a moment. "I will not fight you. I will not cause more bloodshed. I will not let my soul be tainted by your idiotic pride." She stated clearing, turning to the male wolf. "Coming?" She asked before passing through the wall of light, the thing around her neck uncurling and expanding until it covered her, acting like a shield. It seemed to be doing that, even by simply wrapped around her throat. She pondered on the thought for a moment before shaking her head, the light walls falling, the she-wolf standing in the field of blue, eyes staring straight at her. She just stared right back. "You are lost, sadness fills you. You power of light is blue, turned as such because of sadness I couldn't begin to fathom. Get. Over. Yourself. You might be immortal, you might be some being of light, but you are a wolf for the time being. Get that through your thick head and go save your pack." She said calmly, anger leaving her voice. She turned from them then, pausing only a moment for the male before she padded into the forest, and hopefully, somewhere with more light.
Zilla watched the wolf, hate captured in her eyes. "You, a wolf who has killed pups for fun? Your soul is tainted, there is no going back for one like you. You have no idea.." She shook her head, turning to Shakun. "I'm going to call my dragon back. You better go get that pup if you don't want her eaten alive by what is out there." She said coldly, the necklace around her neck flaring once, a jet of light flaring up in the skies not far from where they were. She stared at him a moment longer before spreading her wings, flying in the direction of Suicide Cliff. The direction she should have stayed true to.
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Post by Scriptureous~ on Jul 27, 2009 17:08:39 GMT -5
Shakun ceased to pay any attention to Sorin when Zilla began to be free at the mouth. How was it possible that someone so off could seem so sane when she had a point to prove? He never thought once to question what he saw until Sorin said something about it. As far as he was concerned, she was running away with herself. The competitive side of him told him to fight until she saw the truth, but he bit his lip and kept back the harsh word. He didn’t care how sad or hard her life was, it didn’t give her the right to talk to Sorin... no less anyone... that way. He could barely stand to keep his mouth clamped tightly shut. Then the words just exploded from him like a missile had been planted in his mouth. He swept his right paw forward and ground it into the dirt, pulling his lips back into a cynical grin. ”No, you listen. Everything you say is irrelevant when a wolf has made a commitment to change. One thing I have learned in my life is that when someone has the will and want to change themselves, it really isn’t that hard at all. All of this- it being hard for wolves to change themselves when they have gone down the wrong path- it’s bull. It’s an illusion created by megalomaniacal hierarchies to give them a false sense of control. It’s also used by all the damned Gods and Goddesses to make my race feel like they have no choice but to serve their every command. As far as I’m concerned, if you have an intense desire to kill or hate an Amasite that has changed for the better then you’re just as much of a tool to whatever God or Goddess created your race. Got it?” Somewhere in the middle of all his talking, Shakun’s hackles had stood on end like the fur on his back was electrically drawn to the sky. He rolled his shoulders and craned his neck to the sky as if the bat mutants and stars could force him to swallow the words flooding from his mouth. There was a storm behind each of his eyes, and for a moment they almost looked gray. Each one was concentrated determinedly on a spiraling bat mutant that he pretended to find interesting. “You know, Sorin raises an interesting query. How many have you killed in your mad quest to protect your pack? I bet you thought that you were making everyone safe when all you were doing was making everything more painful for others. Tell me, why is it that nobody has ever tried making peace before making war against anything they perceive as a threat?” He tore his eyes away from the mutant to stare, with ultimate disgust, at the wolf that he had thought was harmless. ”Yeah, Sorin. I’m coming. And as for you, I hope I never have to see you again, whoever you are. In all retrospect, I did think that asking to be called Wolf of Light sounded a little high and mighty. Now I finally see the resemblance between you and those controlling Gods you’ve been going on about.” He turned, tail swinging behind him, and followed after Sorin with his ears pinned against his head. Shakun was concentrating so hard on his annoyance that he almost didn’t catch the last thing Zilla said to him. When it registered, he stopped dead in his tracks. His shoulders tensed, and for a long minute he didn’t do anything. He finally whirled around, a fearsome expression twisting up his face. A few branches on the groundglowed faintly white and lifted a fraction of an inch off of the ground of their own will. They hung there, then exploded forcefully with loud popping noises. He ignored the splinterd that buried themselves painfully in his legs. He didn’t care how many powers she had, he wasn’t going to budge. ”So much talk...,” he whispered hoarsely. ”So much talk for someone who doesn’t kill. Still, this goes beyond the normal cruelty. How could you leave a pup to those ugly bat mutants?” He stared back at her, a steel glint in his storming eyes. He could taste his own horror like a tangible thing ripping him up inside, but he kept it behind his mask. The roaring winds picked up their speed and tossed his fur every which way, and still he didn’t flinch from her gaze until she turned and took off into the air. ”Sorin,” he called levelly, his expression dark, ”I’ll catch up to you later. I have something to take care of.” Shakun’s wings flicked out from his sides and beat towards the ground, sending sodden leaves and twigs flying. He ignored his screaming muscles and rose into the air, letting the wind give him the push he needed. Shakun opened his mind up to feel around for the mind of Etta, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t touch anything...
Etta flipped on her stomach and crawled backwards, her belly dragging across the grassy ground. She would have normally giggled at the tickly feeling the grass made when it scratched across her furry belly, but she was currently busy staring wide eyed at something that looked like a dragon. That itself was enough to scare her. She couldn’t help feeling that the dragon hybrids had some kind of power they used to find their enemies that even worked over the sea. Her evergreen eyes blinked slowly open and shut, watching the dragon that seemed to be made entirely of light. She couldn’t once remember a dragon wolf having a power like the one she was seeing before her, but then... there might have been something she missed. The power, or whatever it was, seemed entirely independent of a source. No matter how much she looked, there was no other wolf present except for the creatures spiraling in the sky. Maybe the creatures were in control of the light and it was acting as a group power. Sometimes there were groups of wolves that had similar powers that became stronger than the individual when combined. If the giant light thingy was their doing, then why were they using their power like they were? Etta watched it shrink and wag its tail in the air like it was trying to play. yeah, as if dragons were playful little creatures that just went around trying to play with puppies they found asleep in a field. Yeah, that would happen. Her ears tilted forward in response to the weird clicking noises it made. Etta snarled and pulled her lips back over her teeth, narrowing her eyes to slits. She hoped the dragon got the message. She wanted it to stay as far away from her as possible. When the dragon leped and grew in size, Etta scrambled to her paws and stood watching with eyes thinned to slits. There was no way she was going to let that thing protect her, whether it was friendly or not. She tilted her head back to see a bat mutant taking a dive towards her and snorted. It was easy to baffle a flying enemy into thinking she was farther away than she seemed. She stepped out of the way of the bird, which was falling like a bomb towards the ground. It wasn’t easy to maintain the illusion she had created for it, but she kept it up until the thing plummeted right into the ground with a sickening crunch. Etta drew up a wing over her face so she didn’t have to see the body laying broken on the ground. ”I’m almost grown, Dragon. I can take care of myself. Now if you excuse me, I think I’ll leave.” She stuck her nose in the air and turned, flicking her fluffy tail at the dragon. She was momentarily distracted by the soft beat of wings and the sound of four paws thudding against the ground. Spinning around, she searched for the source of the noise. ”Etta!”
”Etta!” Shakun looked back and forth until he saw the little pup and hurried to her side. ”I’m sorry I left you here alone. Sorin was in trouble.” He looked up to the sky and then towards the forest, trying to decide which was the safest path to take. ”Funny, I had a dream sort of like that.” Shakun looked down at Etta, startled. Then he was smiling shyly at her, almost like the kind of smile an older brother would give a younger sibling he hadn’t seen in a long time. Shakun looked back towards the forest, feeling tired and old. ”Looks like we’ll be going through the forest again.” He turned to face the trees and covered Etta with a wing as if the thin layer of feather and flesh could protect her from everything bad. Together they set off into the foreboding trees.
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Post by Essence on Jul 27, 2009 18:38:26 GMT -5
Riz watched the wolf come into the clearing, letting out a sound that seemed to echo the wind. He shrank in size, spinning around and around, chirping. He rose off the ground when they started to leave though, making high-pitch squeals and something one take as whining. He flew in front of them, landing a ways away, his head close to the ground. Then he paused, scratching what appeared to be his ear, before spinning around once, returning to a submissive position. He knew what Zilla had said. That was why he normally stayed beside her, the reason he had come with her through the portal. She was a hotheaded idiot sometimes. Now if only he could talk... He would apologize.
Giving one last glance at the two, he let out a low squeal before flying into the air. He had to help Zilla. He took off in the sky, and when he thought he was out of eyesight, he exploded in his full size, zipping through the air with ease. Even though the bats tried to attack him.
Sorin ignored the wolf. She could say whatever she wanted, and she wouldn't care. The words seemed to get to the male though, which was rather useless. Shouting at one another would get nothing done. She paused when the wolf threatened someone though, watching the male take off. She stared at the female for a moment before she took off as well, Sorin simply shaking her head and padding into the depths of the forest. They could spout off all they wanted, she was going to find a place to sleep in for the night.
Her eyes traveled about the leaves, looking at the trees that shot up into the air almost proudly, the leaves themselves filled with blossoms that seemed alive. It was winter though, the leaves should be dead. She pondered this as she walked through the trees, paws running along the top of the large roots. These things had been there for a long time, protecting something. Speaking of.. She looked up, not a bat near her. She could see them hovering above the trees, but it appeared they couldn't come closer. It was like they were unable to pass through the web of branches the trees casted. Maybe this land was set out as protection? Not just frozen in time? As she thought of this, she felt a paw get caught on a tree root, her tumbling to the dirt. She hesitated there for a moment, before standing up and shaking her fur free of the dirt. Cursing under her breath, she lifted her paw out from under the root, examining it. Somehow she could tell that she would be unable to walk on it, and that it was the same one she had injured a few days before. But how did she know she injured the thing a few days before? She blinked, but the thing that had been wrapped around her was wrapped along her entire leg, and when she set her paw down and tested her weight on it, she could tell that it was putting her weight on itself, lifting her paw off the ground in a way she felt little to no pain. She gulped at the thought, but pressed on, limping, her ears folded against her head. She didn't like dark forests, even if she did feel safe there.
Something cracked behind her. She paused, looking up to see nothing. Her heart pounded in her ears, turning her gaze back to the trail and continued on. But she heard it again. She looked up again, this time the ribbon leaving her paw to wrap itself around her throat, her paw lifted off the ground. The next thing she knew, a dead bat was at her paws. She didn't scream. She didn't try to get away from it. She just stared at it. It looked like it had been whipped to death. She glanced up at the trees, nothing moving. Blinking, she turned away from the thing. If the trees attacked them, so be it. If they didn't, Sorin didn't want to stick around to see what had.
She limped more now, the thing around her neck still. She wanted it there. She didn't want it to support her, she would rather limp. That thing had killed so many... She closed her eyes to push through some underbrush, and when she opened them to look where she was going, she stopped dead. The trees around her arched back to allow a clearing, them connecting their branches at the top to block out the sky above. At the center of the clearing was a pond, where it sat sparkling. This was where she was going to stay the night. She knew the bat things couldn't get here, and for some reason, she felt safe. Even if it was in the center of a spooky forest. She somehow knew whatever else was out there couldn't get here, that this place was for those with... goals that didn't involve mass murder? She chuckled softly, padding forward to the pond. She drank from it, the water feeling warm. How long ago had it been since she had something to drink? She pulled her head back, water dripping off her fur. As much as she wanted to run through the pond, she thought better of it. Instead, she padded away from pond, away from the shore, the thing around her neck uncurling to lay on the ground, her laying on top of it. Her wounded paw stretched out, her lying on her side so not to put and weight on it. If that wolf came back, so be it. She was getting some sleep until then.
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