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Post by Reiyn on Aug 15, 2006 20:31:15 GMT -5
The sound of an argument between vargs broke the early morning silence. Plumes were raised high, and ears were laid back. The voices of the cubs echoed against the trees. A rabbit froze, halfway to it's hole. The vargs paid it no heed, too wrapped up in their conversation to care about a kill.
"We're lost, and you know it! I told you we should've went left at the field!"
"You idiot. Didn't you look at the position of the stars? We're supposed to be heading west, and a 'left at the field' would've taken us south!"
"Shut up, stop being such a smartass."
One of the figures shook it's head, moving off in another direction, presumably westwards. The other stood there a moment, blinkning. The sun began it's slow rise, illumingating the whelps. The second of the young creatures sprinted off after the first, yelling.
"Wait for me, Ris! Come on, stop already!"
The first, 'Ris', merely continued off in her preset direction. The other soon caught up, panting. The first smiled wryly and padded foward.
Not long after, the one called Ris stopped, having reached her desired destination. The other stopped behind her.
"This is it?"
"No, I just stopped for no reason whatsoever, coincidentally in front of a huge forest with a mountain in the background."
"Really? 'Cause I thought we'd be there by-"
"I was being sarcastic."
The whelp sat down, rolling her eyes. She tilted her head upwards, the rising sun illuminating her chocolate pelt. The other joined her, her grey pelt shining like molten silver. Together, they began a song, the haunting sound of their howl echoing through the trees. As the finished, the second whelp lay down, the sun warming her pelt.
"Do you think they'll come Ris?"
"I hope... I hope."
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Post by Magick on Aug 17, 2006 18:46:02 GMT -5
Dark grey ears perked up at the sound of the howls of youths, said ears standing erect atop the wolf's slim skull. Milky-white, unseeing gaze was swung left, then right, as her other four senses kicked in, trying to figure out exactly where the whelps were.
Locating them as east of her, Tosca, the blind wolf out of the Senses Trinity, started padding towards the sounds and scents of the whelps- she didn't particularly want them to be alone on the borderline of the forest- alone also meant at risk, of course.
Within a few moments, she had reached the area they were at, her muzzle swinging from side to side for a moment, until she found the exact location of the pair- one sitting, one lying.
Drawing closer, though slowly so as not to alarm the pups, Tosca closed her eyes, for she had no intention of making them fearful of her blind gaze.
"Hello."
Spoken simply, yet not spoken sharply, Tosca stopped at a few metres' distance from the pups, her eyes remaining shut, though a smile still graced her features. Her muzzle wavered slightly in the air, as she decoded the scents hovering around until she found the scents of the pups, and, after inhaling and exhaling deeply for a few seconds, she knew exactly where both Cerise and Ceasement were.
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Post by Reiyn on Aug 17, 2006 19:10:33 GMT -5
Cerise, having seen the femme approaching smiled and stood, padding over and dipping her head in greeting.
"Hi. I'm Cerise and my sister is..."
The small fae trailed off, having turned and seen her sister clinging to the bark of a pine tree, halfway to the top.
Ceasement uttered a mere "Oh." before dropping to the ground again, landing much like a cat. She ventured closer slowly, a distrustful look spreading over her visage, tail hanging stiff behind her. She stood next to her sister as Cerise began to chat comfortably with the older varg.
Smiling still, Cerise continued where she had left off.
"My sister's name is Ceasement, Cease for short. We were hoping to join this pack... do you know much about it?"
Auds lowered towards her skull slightly, Ceasement sat as well, eyeing the femme with distrust.
"Ris, are you trying to get us killed? Ne, this is a bad idea. We should go. Excuse us."
The whelp made an attempt to drag her sister off, but Cerise shook her away with an annoyed look.
"I'm sorry about my sister; she isn't exactly the friendliest of them all."
"I'm not..."
Cerise glared at her sister for a moment before turning back to the fae in front of her. Momentarily, she wondered why her eyes were closed, but decided that it didn't matter. Smiling cheerfully, her 'people-person-face', Cerise awaited more information about the fae and the terra they had howled to.
OOC//Sorry, not my best attempt... got a lot on my mind... bleh...\\OOC
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Post by Magick on Aug 19, 2006 5:54:54 GMT -5
As Cerise spoke, Tosca’s ears pricked up, swivelling slightly to keep both whelps within her senses, muzzle twitching often. Slowly, when Cerise had finished, Tosca’s eyelids parted, revealing the milky eyes she had hidden from the pair, with the thought that her unseeing gaze would scare them. She now didn’t mind too much if her milky-white eyes scared the whelps- but she did care about helping them, if they so wished to join the pack here.
“I’ve just left the packlands, so, yes, Cerise, I know about it. My name’s Tosca, and, if you haven’t already noticed- I’m blind. About the pack- the Alpha of the pack is a male- a large male, I do believe, and when I left, he was in a fight with another male- though I’m not sure of the names of either. Two whelps, no- three, are also there, though one left with her older kin, and one left briefly to fetch flowers that can heal his sister. The third whelp is close to the alpha- physically, at least, and she was there when I left. There was a female, too- but she was the older kin of the whelp whom left, and there was a male there when I left, also- I believe his name is Silver or something.”
Giving the pair all of the knowledge she had garnered about the pack there, or at least the wolves that had been on the packlands, Tosca flicked back her ears, unseeing gaze still, steadily, on Cerise and Ceasement.
“If you are wishing to join the pack there- I would advise to wait until the fight is over with. Also, the wolves can be located at the very center of the terrain- you should be able to scent them once you are a mile or so into it- just head west the entire time.”
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Post by Reiyn on Aug 19, 2006 16:14:54 GMT -5
Cerise listened carefully to Tosca's instructions and explanation, nodding subconciously at certain points. When she heard that they were supposed to head westward, the whelp rolled her eyes towards Ceasement in an 'and-you-doubted-me' sort of sense. Ceasement huffed out an annoyed breath and started pacing back and forth behind her sister. Cerise glared at her and turned back to Tosca.
"Are you of this pack, too, Tosca? This fight, what is going on? Is it one of those power-struggles?"
Cerise's questions came forward, a hint of nervousness in her tone. Ceasement yawned boredly and stopped pacing, sitting down next to her sister. Neither of the two had realized, or, if they had, hadn't cared, that Tosca was blind.
"So what it they're fighting? I say let's go anyways. I'm sick of waiting already!"
"Cease, you don't know what the fight's about! Do you want to get killed for intruding? I don't."
"Shut up, Ris, stop thinking so much about everything. Some times you have to take risks and hope for the best!"
"Yeah, and other times, you have to wait and see before charging in!"
Ceasement was on her feet again, pelt bristling with impatience and annoyance. Cerise sat still, the determined look in Ceasement's eyes reflected in her own.
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Post by Magick on Aug 20, 2006 20:04:08 GMT -5
Tosca smiled at Cerise's question of whether she was in the pack, shaking her head simply, before her ears flicked delicately at the words that followed the whelp's question.
"No, Cerise, I am not of the pack, and I'm unsure of whether it is a power-struggle or not. I know that the Alpha is determined, though, to best the other male, so I would advise not to go to close- neither the male, nor the Alpha, will be able to do much whilst they are in combat. Also- I don't think you'll be killed for intruding- the Alpha isn't that kind of wolf, from what I can tell."
Her last five words were spoken with a drop of bitterness, unseeing gaze cast downwards- she had always longed for the ability to see, the same as her sisters had longed for the senses that they missed to be gifted to them. Skye, Tosca believed, was the worst off of the three sisters- as a mute, Skye could not communicate easily to Tosca, and since Azura could not hear any spoken words, nor hear her own words, conversation between all three sisters, or between Skye and Tosca, usually meant Skye using her vast array of 'sign language' to communicate to Azura, who then, tentively, would speak the words to Tosca, who would then speak the words she wished for Skye to hear.
Conversation between the Senses Trinity was tiresome, to say the least.
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Post by Reiyn on Aug 21, 2006 12:45:45 GMT -5
Cerise nodded thoughtfully, the worry dissipating slightly. Ceasement sighed exasperatedly, rolling her eyes.
"Well, if we won't be killed, then we should go. Now."
"Cease, I really don't think-"
"Would you stop thinking already! Let's just go and get it over with."
"But Cease... oh, forget it, we might as well. Tosca, do you want to come with us? Or are you of another pack?"
Cerise turned towards the f'mmora, waiting. Ceasement had already begun walking closer to the trees. She realized that her sister was still standing by Tosca and sighed again.
"She's going to take forever, isn't she..."
"Hurry up, Ris!"
Cerise turned back to her sister, giving her an annoyed glance. She looked at Tosca again, waiting.
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Post by Magick on Aug 27, 2006 15:35:27 GMT -5
Tosca's blind gaze flickered from Cerise to Ceasement, her ears twitching as she took in the words of both female pups, a slight smile gracing her face- the two reminded her so very much of herself and her sisters, when they were as young as these two, that is.
"I'm sorry, Cerise, but I have somewhere to be, I'm afraid. I hope for the best for you both."
With that, Tosca dipped her muzzle down briefly to the pair, then turned her unseeing eyes towards a more Southern direction, as a powerful breeze swept through- it had swept through the entire Rising Storm lands, and carried forth several scents which made her heart seem to stop for a second. She could scent both of her sisters.
Her head swinging upwards, all thoughts of the pair of pups forgotten, she released a long, soft howl, before rising to her paws and rushing quickly in the direction that the breeze had come from- due South. Her tail flicked behind her, as a simple goodbye to the pair, as she padded noiselessly across the neighbouring terrain- her goal in mind, now.
She knew where Skye, at least, was- and knew that if Azura had caught those scents, she, too, would be rushing to Skye.
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Post by Reiyn on Aug 30, 2006 16:00:44 GMT -5
Cerise nodded and watched Tosca go. Ceasement, impatient as ever, shrugged and headed again towards the forest.
"Come on, Ris, we might as well get this over with."
Sighing, Cerise turned towards the wooded land herself, auds flicking every which way. She followed her sister into the forest, taking a last look at the path they'd traveled for so long.
Ceasement was thinking thoughts very much alike to Cerise's own. In silence, the whelps padded foward, trying to find their fate.
And, in the end, is it not what you wished for?
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Post by Magick on Aug 31, 2006 7:04:52 GMT -5
o{ Paroxysm }o
Blue eyes, edged with dark grey, watched the two whelps move, thick cream-ringed tail flicking amusedly as the creature, a whelp himself, crept forwards after the other two, his tail rising much like a cat's- as if he was becoming one, just for the purpose of silently stalking the females.
"H-hey!"
Tone soft, yet rough enough to indicate his gender, Paroxysm, or Parr, shifted out of 'stalking mode' and into the role of an average pup, despite the fact that he sure as hell didn't look like a normal pup of three months old.
For one thing- he was larger than the average pup, and for two- he had a dark-beige rope around his neck; courtesy of a hunter's trap. Also, his actual fur-colour, eye-colour, and markings, were different to a normal pup's.
For the most part, Parr's fur was a dark-brown hue, with a navy splodge around his left eye. His tail was ringed with cream, and his chest and underbelly were beige, whilst the underside of his muzzle and his throat are a strange colour; a white, tinged with blue. The aforementioned marking was of a skull- a dark-grey skull, to be precise.
But it wasn't the strange marking that often gave away his inherited evil- it was his eyes. Blue, as most pup's are at this age, but with dark-grey around the outsides, and around his white pupil.
Yes, this white pupil has been in the nightmares of some of Parr's victims.
For this creature, although he may look like an angel, was a true devil. A demon- anyway.
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Post by Reiyn on Aug 31, 2006 20:25:55 GMT -5
Ceasement jumped at the sound of Parr's voice. She spun 'round rapidly, a nervous glare in her eyes. Cerise, on the other hand, rolled her eyes at her sister and turned calmly. The rope that lached 'pon his neck caught her eye, and she frowned slightly. Shrugging, she smiled and uttered a greeting.
"Hi. I'm Cerise. The nervous wreck is my sister, Ceasement."
"I am not a 'nervous wreck'! It's his fault anyways. Why the hell are you sneaking up behind us anyways?"
Cerise sighed and gave her sister a pointed glare, obviously trying to tell her sister that she was a complete moron. As she turned back to Parr, she couldn't help but glance at the rope once more. This time, however, her gaze was torn from it to his eyes. Never before had the young fae seen another with white pupils. She had thought it impossible - unless one was of demonic or angelic descent. Yet, he seemed to be just another completely normal whelp in search of a pack.
Ceasement, too, had noticed the rope around his neck. They say that curiosity killed the cat, but, in her case, it could kill the whelp. Optics narrowed untrustingly, she blurted out the question that had been surging through her mind.
"What's with the... what is that, anyways, on your neck? Aye, but it's a weird sight."
"Ceasement! That's none of our business."
Cerise smiled inwardly; her outspoken sister had just asked the question that she herself had wanted to ask. Still, it wasn't any of their business. Quickly, she dipped her head apologetically.
"I'm sorry about my sister... she can be, well, blunt."
Ceasement snorted. 'Blunt', was she? Well then! Glaring at Cerise, she decided to be as 'blunt' as possible, just to spite her sister.
Cerise, noticing the look in Ceasement's eyes, shot her sister a warning look. She knew how Cease could be - rude, snappish, and crass as well as blunt. Realizing that Parr still hadn't spoken, she turned back to him, waiting.
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Post by Magick on Sept 1, 2006 5:05:14 GMT -5
o{ Paroxysm }o
Ears twitching, Paroxysm settled comfortably back into a sit, silently observing the two, allowing for their words to seep into his mind. When Cerise apologised for her sister and turned back towards him, obviously awaiting some answers, he rose, with a sigh, back to a stand, cream-ringed tail flicking lightly.
"I'm Paroxysm."
Spoken with the hint of shyness, he couldn't help the smile that flickered across his face, but managed to mold it into a more friendly one within a second.
"Sorry for uh- sneaking up on you. An-and the thing around my neck is well- I'm not sure what its called. But, I got it when the human hunters set this food-trap thingy."
Ears flattening down against his skull, as though the memory upset him quite a lot, Parr lifted his liquid gaze back from his paws to the two females, soft, youthful features gazing at the pair for a second, before he 'realised' what he was doing and directed his gaze straight back down to his paws, his muzzle cast back into shadows with the movement- which hid his small smirk from the pair.
Like his father, Paroxysm Mephistopheles couldn't help flirting- even if his flirting was, at the moment, much lighter than Adair's.
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Post by Ceuseri on Sept 1, 2006 10:43:41 GMT -5
In mid-leap, the rabbit stopped, nose twitching, whiskers flicking. Slowly, it turned it's smooth head, opened it's mouth and sank it's long, fore-teeth into it's thigh, blood spirting from where it bit itself.
The rabbit felt pain shooting through it's body, but still gave a vicious tear, ripping tendons and muscles on it's way out. Without further ado, the rabbit lifted a fore-paw and stabbed it's long, curved claw into it's neck, whipping it over it's throat and promptly ripping through the windpipe.
It fell dead, bleeding heavily from thigh and neck, eyes frozen in it's agony.
There was a low giggle of pleasure, and a rather young pup emerged from behind a tree, trotting forward to claim her prize. Asmodeus had been working for an hour to catch hold of the rabbit's mind, but had thus far failed, until, in a sudden bout of frustration, she had found herself in total control of the rabbit's actions.
Anthrax...
The little demon looked down and tutted quietly.
"Not enough pain. Never mind, maybe next time..." She had run out of ideas to make the creatures that were her victims suffer, but she was sure that she could come up with some later.
Her strange markings were vivid and very eery looking; the black fur against the white, forming skull-like shadows on her face and odd "barbed-wire" lines along her back and tail.
Her red pupils pricked through the black of her eyes, rarely seen, unlike Parr's, for she preferred to cause agony and pain from a distance.
Asmodeus lifted her maw and sent an unearthly call to the others, for she was just one of the threesome she had become a part of, putting her trust into the two sole wolves she would not harm or attack.
She was saving that for later.
For Asmodeus thought she was slowly becoming strong enough to turn Anthrax apon a wolf, and she was getting excited just thinking about it.
She stabbed her own claw into the belly of the rabbit and tore viciously, exposing the innards and choosing certain parts for herself, the largest share, for she had been the one to kill it, after all.
She suddenly pricked up her ears. She could have /sworn/ she just heard a howl, also of wolves young and cub-like, like her.
She was hearing the earlier howl of Ceasement and Cerise, and she curled her lip back in a part snarl, part sneer.
"Perfect..."
"Y'know, talking to yourself could be a sign of madness, not that that would surprise me."
A young male, the same age as herself, stepped from the trees, summoned by her call. He caught sight of the bleeding rabbit, of the thigh and the neck and he tilted his head, for he guessed that Asmo had slitted the belly.
"You should have made it slit it's own stomach, that would have been slower. Less work for you, too."
He suggested cheerfully, coming forth to take his share of the meal Asmo had secured for him. He shook his grey and black fur, his beautiful markings showing clearly, and took his meat a little way away to chew on at his leisure.
"Hail's on her way." He added before falling silent as he ate.
Asher, the young male, was nearly right, for Kuhaila had paused as she came, scenting the air curiously. She could have sworn she could smell ... herself, but older, and slightly different.
A wild thought came to mind, but she pushed it down, shaking her head.
No, it couldn't be one of her sisters. Her luck would be too good for that to happen.
Hail continued to trot over the autumn leaves, hearing them crunch underfoot and feeling an ache in her heart as she longed to feel them.
She tried to imagine feeling them, but she could not, for she did not know what it felt to feel anything at all, except for pain, she could feel that.
She came apon her two friends and looked down at the meat with a sigh.
"Asmo, I wish you'd stop doing that, it's cruel and unnecesary."
Kuhaila was no older than Asher and Asmo, but she was the more sensible, and she pitied the dead creature laying before her. She sat down and lifted her head to the wind thoughtfully, brow furrowed slightly.
"You'll get over it, you always do." Asmo snarled, eyes glinting. "Don't argue or I'll make to bite your foot off."
She knew she wouldn't even try, but it shut Hail up, and threats were worth that. She glanced at the black and cream wolf, seeing the thoughtful expression and wondering what was up this time.
"What's wrong?" The little demon asked casually, feeding with pleasure.
"Oh, nothing really." Kuhaila replied. "Just ... it doesn't matter." She knew that her friends supported her quest to find her half-sisters, but she didn't want to bother them with it now.
She turned her head and she watched as her fur rippled in the breeze, willing herself to feel it. Nothing. Hail sighed and lay down, head in her paws.
"Life stinks." She growled.
"That might have been me..." Asher grinned and doged a well aimed snap from Asmo.
"No, seriously, at least you can enjoy the rest of your five wonderful senses. You can see, you can hear, you can speak and taste, and you can feel emotions and you can run and jump and be healthy. If that stinks then kill me now."
Asher's words were soft and thoughtful, and he nudged the meat towards the sulking Kuhaila, silently telling her that she had to eat to keep all that up.
"Thanks." Hail shot her friend a quick smile, before lifted some meat from the deceased bunny and sinking into the happiness and blissfull pleasure of eating.
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Post by Reiyn on Sept 2, 2006 13:35:45 GMT -5
OOC//Uhm... -raises hand- Question? Why are you all sending wolfehs who are evil/harmful to Cease and Cerise? ;_____; -unloved- By the way... who is Hail talking about? Half-sisters? MORE evil wolfehs? -dedflop-\\OOC
Cerise nodded at Parr's words, hearing none of it after his name. Cranium was turned to the east, optics narrowed. She could've sworn that she had heard at least three other vargs not far off. Ceasement, however, had kept her eyes on Parr's own, still untrusting.
"Uh huh, yeah, whatever. Are you trying to find the members of this pack, too?"
"Cease? Is it just me, or do you scent others to the east?"
Cerise's question came out near a whisper, so intent was she on finding those whom she had scented. Her pelt bristled uneasily, seeing naught but foliage.
"Ris, what are you talking about? I don't smell or see anything out there. What about you?"
Ceasement, too, turned to stare eastward, wondering what had drawn her sister's eye. The fae's question had been directed to Parr, seeing as he might've seen something that she herself had missed.
OOC//Sorry for the shortness... -tired-\\OOC
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Post by Magick on Sept 2, 2006 14:43:34 GMT -5
( OoC- Because, they are all pups? :3 Besides, only Parr and Asmo are evil. Also- Hail's half sisters are Tosca, Skye and Azura- who are all not evil. xD <33 ) o{ Paroxysm }o
"A-actually, I'm ju-"
Stopping short in his reply to Ceasement's first question, at Cerise's words, Parr lifted his muzzle in a horizontal line towards the sky above a more eastern direction. His pricked ears didn't even catch Cease's words conciously- only unconciously- he was too busy trying to find the reason that one of the faint scents he could smell, was so familiar.
Then it hit him.
The reason that the scent stuck out so much from the others, was because it was the scent of his sister.
Asmodeus.
Face draining of colour, though the dark fur 'pon his face hid it well, he looked, frantically, back towards the two female whelps close by, eyes glittering with a hatred so intense, that it would most probably shock the two whelps.
"Yes, I smell them."
His voice was harder now, and much sharper, filled with hatred, and tinged with venom.
"One of them is Asmodeus. Trust me- you don't want to stick around to see her."
Looking nervously towards Teisei Forest, Paroxysm sighed- if he didn't alert Asmo to his presence, and she found out he was there, a fight would definitely occur- something that Parr was not ready for.
Low growl, a warning to Ris and Cease to leave, the three month old pup lifted his muzzle skywards, lips parting and sending forth a fairly high-pitched voice; it's pitch because of his age.
He smirked, lightly.
Asmo wouldn't, he hoped, know what had hit her.
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