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Post by Ceuseri on Aug 9, 2006 8:26:36 GMT -5
OoC: // Lol, no problem, don't worry about it! It's full of detail which makes up for that by miles.
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Post by Magick on Aug 9, 2006 8:27:29 GMT -5
Why was she here? Oh, why must she always do this? Why did she constantly enter the terrain of others- when she knew exactly what would happen. If she didn't lose her nerve and get back out quickly, she'd end up getting closer to the wolves, close enough to scent and hear them easily, then would flee- it was her way, as Shaylee did not trust other wolves, and with good reason, too. For she was cursed- cursed to do naught but exactly what she was ordered to. A command from wolven lips was the bane of her life, the thorn in her side- for she was powerless to refuse, lest she wanted a sensation similar to explosions going off in her head to occur.
A sigh falling from the white muzzle of the padding female, she gave a simple flick of her tail, her ears pricking up as a sound caught her attention- howling. Before she could stop herself, before she had time to even consider the consequences, her white muzzle had swung skywards, parting and sending forth a melody. Her emotions scrambling over one another, Shaylee decided companionship, for just a day even, would beat the loneliness in her heart- no matter of the consequences of her actions.
Powerful muscles rippling beneath her white fur, paws propelling her forth at an almost alarming speed, Shaylee kept up the steady, fast pace, her paws beating against the ground in a rhythmatic way, her tail flicking behind her.
Screw the consequences. Screw the pain she would have in her head if she tried to resist an order.
The pain in her heart was so much worse than the pain that could occur in her mind.
The scents of the male wolf she had heard the howl of earlier, and a pup she had not heard a sound from, finally reaching her senses, she gave a bark of delight, before finally skidding to a stop, rationality and emotions catching up with her. She shrugged off the worry, the doubt, and instead, holding her head high, padded forth through the clawing bushes, firey red-orange gaze flicking first to the pup, then to the male. She dipped her muzzle towards him, silently, then stood still, waiting for his words, hoping he didn't command her to do anything.
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Post by ‡Teh‡Tammerz‡ on Aug 9, 2006 8:34:56 GMT -5
OOC: thanks ^.^ *awaits your post*
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Post by Ceuseri on Aug 9, 2006 8:42:58 GMT -5
Sacrind gave a grunt as a howl that could chellenge the strength of his own song rose into the air and hung around their ears. There was a streak of blood in the sky, and the higher areas were bruised with an ugly purple. Dawn was coming, and a mist was rolling in from the lock in another packland, wrapping it's icy fingers around Alias and Kahana. The latter shuddered. She remembered the last time there had been a mist....
It had been two days ago, just before Sacrind and she had entered the packlands. Autumn was at it's peak, and the trees were shedding their boughs of the leaves stained red and orange, a beauty Kahana would never witness. But she could feel the dampness of the mist cling to her fur, and she hated it, for it felt like a thousand damp, dead bodies pressing against her. It felt exactly like when she was face down in the water Sacrind had pulled her out from, the bodies of her dead family bumping against her, wet, cold and stiff. The memory built a fear and hatred of mist, and she had bolted when she first felt it's fingers reaching out for her, suddenly burting into a run, ignoring the shouts of Sacrind behind her.
Next thing she knew, she was running on air. The earth vanished from her paws, and the thought that she had run over the edge of the world itself hit her as she hovered momentarily in the air, doomed to tumble into the sky forever and ever...
She'd crashed down and tried to bolt again, but was caged in by tall, earthy walls. Sacrind had run after her, but he could barely see a pace ahead of him through the fog, and he had found himself crashing down beside his sister. Neither knew that they had fallen in a human grave, but they felt terror steal through the all the same, for they were small, and the hole was deep, the sides sheer.
For a while, they had run in curcles, panicing. Then, as one, they came to their senses and huddled together, slipping into dreamless sleeps until morning. The mist lifted during the night, and when the awoke, it was to find rain pouring down, trickling down the earth walls, falling too fast for the mud to soak it up, and so, a little pool began to form at their feet.
Sacrind felt hopelessness that day, and Kahana felt it too, but more so, for she could feel but not see the water creeping up to her ankles. Sacrind had leapt at the walls, digging in his claws, trying to scramble up, only to slide back down, caked to his waist in wet mud.
After several failed attempts to scale the walls, Kahana had gotten herself beneath him, jumping onto her hind legs and resting her front paws against the walls. Sacrind was light, as by now he was nothing but a skeleton with skin clinging to the bones, and he managed to jump from that point to the top of the grave, hauling himself out.
Kahana was forced to jump, and Sacrind had to seize her by the scruff when she did so and haul her out. It took an hour of jumping and missing, but they made it in the end.
The thought lingering in her mind, Kahana barely noticed the ditant bark, even though her blindness had honed her hearing to five times better than a normal wolf. It was like a dream, and she wasn't sure if the sound was real. But she knew the scent was, and she shied her thin frame down as another female apprached. Kahana read yet another story in the females howl, which was hanging in the mist.
Lonliness, longning, fear, regret...all manner of emotions that Kahana hoped she'd never have to feel. Pitying the wolf already, Kahana tilted her head and closed her eyes, as many wolves were startled and afraid of the mist there, and Kahana did not intend to frighten anyone.
In fact, she was shocked that Alias had not so much as mentioned the fact that she was blind, but she knew he had noticed. She felt a rush of gratitude towards him and she heard his fur brush together, and knew he was turning his head to look at the fae.
"Tell me your name." He said simply.
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Post by ‡Teh‡Tammerz‡ on Aug 9, 2006 8:52:26 GMT -5
Scythe's ears turned in the direction of the bark. He stopped, and listened. A faint sound of others...he sniffed the air- a male, a pup and a female. The forming of a pack, perhaps? He didn't know. But he would find out. He strode ahead, following the scent. A few feet on, he saw the pup ahead. He grunted, and stopped. Watching both wolves with his red gaze.
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Post by Ceuseri on Aug 9, 2006 8:56:50 GMT -5
OoC : // I'll wait for Panic's post. Posting order = Me, Ez Panic.
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Post by ‡Teh‡Tammerz‡ on Aug 9, 2006 8:57:30 GMT -5
OOC: okies. That's a good idea, so we don't end up having late posts.
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Post by Magick on Aug 9, 2006 8:58:08 GMT -5
Mist swirling around her paws brought back memories to Shaylee also, but, in a half-impatient manner, she gave a flick of her tail, as if to send the memories away from her, to spare herself the pain that was her past. No, not today- the icy tendrils of her hate-filled past were not going to catch her now, they weren't going to drag her down to the pits of despair which always swallowed her whole whenever she thought about them. Wrenching her mind from these thoughts with some difficulty, she focused again on the male as he spoke. He hadn't asked for her name- he had ordered it. Tail flicking nervously, she quickly replied, so as not to allow the pain to start in her head-
"Shaylee, sir, and your's?"
Gazing absent-mindedly at the male for a moment, she realised what she was doing, and quickly shifted her intrigue from the alpha to the small pup close by. Muzzle twitching, firey red-orange eyes glimmering, she inched slightly closer to Kahana. "Hey, sweetie." Soft as silk, she spoke to the pup, before stiffening, her gaze flicking further to the right to include the new arrival of Scythe. He hadn't spoken, howled or barked, she believed, and was now merely watching the scene unfolding. Deciding it was the Alpha's place to speak to the newest arrival, she gave a simple flick of her tail in Scythe's direction as she looked back to Alias, before returning her gaze to the pup, tilting her head slightly, studying the young creature intently, the shadow of a smile on her face. Like herself, the pup seemed cursed- with the only difference being that the pup's curse was physical; she was blind. Deciding not to comment on this, she allowed a true smile to grace her white muzzle, which was now flicking at a swift rate between Alias and Kahana, though she was watching Scythe carefully out of the corner of her right eye.
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Post by Ceuseri on Aug 9, 2006 9:10:24 GMT -5
Alias gave a little nod to Shaylee as she indicated the other wolf with a subtle flick or her tail. He had noticed. His ears had swivelled around to where the other wolf hesitated, and he was wary, for he had heard the power in the wolf's howl, and if the male was intent on taking the lands via fighting, Alias knew that he may well meet his match, the very thought making him shiver with envy.
"You'll know me as Alias." He said, once again, in that abrupt tone, trying to keep his senses on the pup, the female and the male all at once, not sparing too much energy on talking. It was another order, telling her that either she knew him as Alias or she didn't know him at all, completely unaware of her curse, of her situation.
Kahana listened as the sweet voice wrapped around her thoughts like the mist was, but not in the eery way that the damp air did. It was calming, soothing. Kahana let her eyes open slowly, but she barely noticed, for the darkness was always the same. The wolf adressed her as "sweetie" and Kahana had never heard that term used before, but guessed it was a word that was to represent a fondness for the wolf it was aimed at.
"My names Kahana." She said uncertainly, her wariness of stranger fighting with an instant liking to this wolf. But even as she said it, her name died on her lips.
She felt herself go slightly cold, and something in her dark vision flashed with a colour the world had not yet seen, a new way of light bouncing from an object to make a colour appear.
Kahana felt as though she was in a maze, and everywhere she went she met dead-ends, having to retrace her steps and take a different route, but knowing that if she wasn't careful, she'd only get to another dead-end, fully aware that her goal, the centre of the maze, was also a dead-end and that she was have to find her way out again.
Kahan hated the feeling and she shied down from the wolf fearfully, wondering what was happeneing. She had often sensed things and turned it into imagery in her mind, but usually it was pink clouds, or rolling fields of grass where lambs played, never a maze with a mist of blood descending apon her...
Kahana inhaled, trying to scent something on the wolf, but there was nothing unusual, and already the feeling was fading away, as though it had never been. Caught between curiosity, fear and confusion, Kahana moved closer to the wolf, her senses on fire trying to find that maze again.
"Come forth."
The voice made Kahana jump. She'd forgotten Alias was there. He had grown tired of waiting for the stranger to come forward, and so ordered he do so, enjoying the feeling of power now that he was alpha.
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Post by ‡Teh‡Tammerz‡ on Aug 9, 2006 9:19:11 GMT -5
Scythe regarded Alias, and stepped closer, looking down at the pup. "Blind...hmph." he muttered, then turned his gaze back to Alias, "I am Scythe. I suppose..." his gaze flicked to Shaylee, then back to Alias, "...You are the Alpha..?" his voice was cold and cruel, like venom from a snake's fangs.
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Post by Ceuseri on Aug 9, 2006 9:30:42 GMT -5
OoC : // Panic's post next, so we'll wait for her valiant return, if her mom doesn't nick the computer first, in which case we'll have to wait until tomorrow. ^^
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Post by ‡Teh‡Tammerz‡ on Aug 9, 2006 9:36:59 GMT -5
OOC: x.x My mom does that to me.
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Post by Ceuseri on Aug 9, 2006 9:45:39 GMT -5
OoC : // Lol, mine too, it annoys the heck outta meh. D:
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Post by ‡Teh‡Tammerz‡ on Aug 9, 2006 9:51:07 GMT -5
OOC: she's offline =O I can't wait until tomorrow x.x;
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Post by Ceuseri on Aug 9, 2006 9:55:57 GMT -5
OoC : // She's back!!
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