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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Nov 4, 2008 16:16:29 GMT -5
Eyes gleaming, Flisk, the Neophyte stared into the open darkness, stars glimmering down on his black fur. He opened his jaws to suck in the fresh air around him, then firmly latched them closed, aware of other eyes burning into his back.
He was a new Neophyte, and wasn't used to the ways of the pack. With a strong mind and a faithful heart, the little wolf felt slightly alone with nobody around him. He was small for his age, but his fierce bite would reply to any that opposed him.
More then anything, Flisk wanted to be accepted. His features curled into a snarl as he allowed his mind to drift to the other Neophytes, having fun together and himself, left in the corner. What was the use of even fitting in anyway? Nobody cared. As a pup, he had learned to depend on nobody but himself, as his parents were ashamed of him and his size. He had been taken in because of the look of confidence in his eyes and the defiant way he stared at everyone.
He bowed his head to stare at the rabbit he had brought for himself, then, without warning, he tore into it rabidly, pulling at the stringiness of the tendons with all his might, letting his feelings pour out. The taste of the salty blood reminded him that someday he would become a warrior and then he would show them all that they should have accepted them.
Revenge was what he wanted. But if only he had somebody to share it with. His ears twitched and he turned his head at the Neophytes standing outside the den, staring at him. Snuffling between bites, he turned back to his food and ate no more, for he hated to be watched.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 5, 2008 22:55:03 GMT -5
A pair of neophytes emerged from the constant shade of mist -- well, they would seem to emerge from any eyes that rested in the near proximity to the two. Was there really ever any true exiting the white-gray haze? "Trianna--" The first started, a petite, slim autumn-colored female. "IT'S TRIA!" The second snapped, a slightly larger, more muscular she-wolf of the same age with a gray, black, and cream pelt to substitute her companion's red and orange. "TRIANNA, you're being stupid." The first repeated. "Why? Shiro had it coming for him, Autumn, you know it!" Trianna snapped to the other she-wolf, quite aptly named after her colorings. "You're both just....MURGH! I give up. He didn't mean it, you won't mean it in a few hours, and in the time space between there, you'll both have Neveria and I running around like chickens with our heads cut off trying to stop you from wrecking total havoc! You know what? I don't care. Go have your ventage, and if it gets too much, Mom can deal with you, and Neva and I aren't in this at all anymore. No using our names, no--" "Okay, okay, whatever, just scat -- you know I need to vent so if you don't want to hear it, just leave. I'm not stopping you," Tria grunted, clearly apathetic towards her sibling. She shrugged and padded off to see if there was any fresh prey in the pile. Only one piece remained, and not even a spiteful Tria had the heart to take it -- it deserved to go to Olive, the last bearer in the nursery. Luckily, there weren't any seniors to worry about. Her ears twitched, and she turned to see one of the newer neophytes, Flisk, tearing ravenously. She bit back a rebuff, reminding herself seethingly that he was a newbie, and newbies knew close to nothing -- including the fact that prey, especially when scarce, had a very specific divying order. Eh. He looks pissy, too. Either I can get a good fight in here, or he can take my mind off of it -- either way, I'll be satisfied. "Hey, you, you're Flisk or somethin', right?"
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Nov 6, 2008 17:56:58 GMT -5
His pelt ruffled in the slight breeze that slowly stilled, and the night sounds filled his ears. The owls hooted softly and the birds slowly cooed to signal the coming night. As Flisk looked up to the sky, he heard a distant argument between sister and brother. Not paying much attention to them, he watched as the muscular one strode over towards him. Letting a deep growl of nothing out of his throat...he wasn't sure why but he was feeling very nasty, he turned as Trianna, a muscular she-wolf neophyte spoke to him.
He almost snarled at himself...was this the only wolf that would talk to him? Still...it was someone, and as he scuffed his paw in the dirt, he noticed she was prettier than he had thought and he talked back in a sober voice, slowly tuning up to be happy as the words ribboned out.
"Yeah...thats me. Your Triann-...ahem...Tria Autumn's sister. No offense...but she seems a little...hot headed. Anyway...who's your mom?"
His tail wagged slightly and he stifled a playful little growl to try and act more serious. This female wasn't half bad looking, and he eyed her carefully with his coal black stare.
All the sudden, abruptly, the wind seemed to halt. Owls stopped hooting and the birds were silent as well. The crickets weren't even making any noise. Flisk shot his head upward, sniffing. Everything was still.
"Whats goin o-"
A fierce wind almost knocked him over as the stars were washed out by a gray cloud of storm. In the distance, a spiral cloud seemed to have formed and it tore everything in its path. As he struggled to stay upright, he moved behind the femme he had found a bit attractive.
"WHATS THAT?"
He shouted over the racket. Trees were flying up from north of him about a mile away...but in a few moments the twister could be right here at the camp. Terror was plastered to his features and he shouted next to Tria's ears, just so she could hear.
"WE HAVE TO GET OUTTA HERE!"
Nipping her sharply on the tail, he tried to bite and drag her by the ear.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 6, 2008 19:11:53 GMT -5
(( Okay....I can't really respond because: 1. Trianna was the one talking to Flisk 2. Autumn and Tria are both girls, clearly stated xD ))
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Nov 7, 2008 19:44:39 GMT -5
((I am so sorry...I feel like a noob! *coughyouprobablythinkIamcough* ^.^...I edited it for you.))
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 7, 2008 22:53:54 GMT -5
(( xD that's okay -- when I started rping....*shiver* 0_0 ))
Trianna was about to open her mouth to send back a reply of snark, but she was suddenly hurled to the ground by a flying figure of fur and a large torrent of rouge wind. She coughed and spluttered as she hit the ground with a shock, taking a moment to recover her breath and to squirm away from Flisk. She looked up to the midnight sky, midnight in the middle of yet another gray-white day. The clouds were like cotton balls being pulled apart, never staying still, staining yet another piece of the suddenly fogless scene with its black curse. Lightning struck and thunder rumbled, but the winds were absolutely defeaning.
In any other situation.... Flisk would have a few bites taken out of him for pushing her around. Trianna sprinted, looking back at Flisk with hesitence, hoping the neophyte was not overtaken by the wind. "C'mon -- we need to get into the caves or the root dens -- the root dens might be better, but we have to get SOMEWHERE. That thing looks like a monster, whatever it is! Oh, and my mom is Saskia -- dad is Crow." Trianna did not take in panic well. Normality and slight hysteria was the only way it resided in her, and said defenses against something panic-worthy were in play now.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Nov 8, 2008 20:38:53 GMT -5
Out in the open, Flisk couldn't even hear Tria, but nodded and squinted out his closed eyes to protect himself from the dirt that was flying in all directions. The strongest gust of wind sent him sprawling, somersalting this way and that. As he crushed himself over and over, he couldn't help to feel a little embarrased over the bitter panic that was rising inside him.
Letting out a yelp, he gained his paws as quickly as he had lost them and slowly, against the wind rushed back to Tria. Dirt now covered his pelt and he looked brown, not black at the moment. His coal black stare diverted to the others that were running, but only now his concern was to stay with someone. As she mentioned the root caves, realization occured in his eyes but Flisk couldn't find his way through the dust and dirt that was swirling around him.
"Which way? Lead me!"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 8, 2008 21:26:48 GMT -5
Tria nodded. "STAY WITH ME!" She shouted, laying her tail across his back and beginning to sprint, hoping he would be able to keep up with her pace. She might have to slow down in order to stay together, but she also knew they had to get there as soon as possible. AUTUMN! CRAP! She stumbled to a stop, tripping into muck due to the sheer force of the wind crashing against her side. She blinked, raising her head and perring through the downpour for the familiar blazing pelt. She exhaled and was able to pick herself up as she saw Autumn, Shiro, Neveria, and Kasparr rushing into a root cave. She glanced around for Flisk. "LET'S HEAD OVER THERE, AFTER THEM!"
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Nov 9, 2008 7:46:18 GMT -5
Flisk nodded as her tail fell upon his back. They started running, and Tria was a bit fast for him but Flisk was in such a panic he didn't notice, because he wasn't running like a normal wolf...more like a crippled chicken trying to get away from a wolf. The small wolf didn't do well with panic, but he was determined to-
"Ouch!!"
As Tria halted, Flisk tripped over her paws and fell head first into some mud, raising a wet, brown, sloshy looking substance that covered his face. He stood close to Tria, but saw exactly what she saw. As she started for the root cave, Flisk followed.
Once inside, it was alot less dangerous. Flisk shook his head to try to get the mud off, but it had dried into a mask and caked all over his face.
"Crap..."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 11, 2008 11:14:46 GMT -5
Seeing that Flisk was still with her, though now covered in muck and detritus, Tria demanded the last and best plunge forward her muscles could give. She sprinted like she was a bolt of lightning, pelting like her life depended on it -- mainly because it did. The livid heavens continued to wage war over the earth below, no consideration taken for its inhabitants. The poison-dart rain, the winds screaming like torture victims, and the black entrials of this beast's stomach: all of it was come to a poignant centerpiece only miles ahead. The distance was closing faster than any wolf, even one powered by adrenaline, instictive survival speed, could out-run.
Trianna and Flisk made it to the cover of the old root cave, luckily not an old or discontinued living residence. This den was among the pawful of sleeping dens throughout the camp -- it was considerably large, and not too crowded yet. The dim light made it hard to see, and the soot and fear-scents were almost choking, but underneath the blanketing inhibitions, Trianna's nose detected the familiar scents of Neveria, Kasparr, Autumn, Twig, and of course Flisk. Where the rest of the pack had gone, who knew? I guess we could try hoping their all right, but will it even do any good? That's thing up there in the sky is not something that should be mocked or trifled with....and it doesn't seem avoidable, either...
"Is everyone all right....nobody's like injured or anything?" Tria woofed, voice hoarse. Perhaps from shock, or perhaps from fear. Maybe both, but neither would be admitted. "I can't really see anything....what's happening?"
"I dunno...." Kasparr breathed, completely unwound and undone from his typical happy-go-lucky self.
"I think I twisted my paw a little bit -- hurts like a falcon's bite! I'll have Nazz or Kandoria look at it later..." Autumn woofed, voice small, strained. "Neva?"
"Im fine...." Neveria murmured, voice distraught. "I just wish I knew that everyone else was safe...."
"It'll be fine," Twig assured them, though his voice held absolutely no conviction. "Who else is with you?" Twig asked, not recognizing Flisk immediately. Twig -- and his brother Truffle -- were slightly older than Trianna and her siblings. Though they were friendly wolves and often hung around with Trianna and her siblings, they could easily be sucked into their own lives, as they led fairly complicated ones.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Nov 11, 2008 19:38:02 GMT -5
Flisk's eyes adjusted to the dim light slowly but the scents of Neveria, Kasparr, Autumn, Twig, and Tria, the one he had been flirting with before this storm allowed him to reconize them instantly. Squinting, Flisk moved closer to Tria, but not without keeping a bit of distance. These other wolves hadn't talked to him much and since he had come here Tria was the first to speak to him. It was ironic kind of, that he could only get a girl to talk to him...but hey...it was a girl. Girls interested Flisk in the most. He loved the way certain ones moved and talked and since he had been alone, he had had time to examine each one as they were sleeping, eating, and socializing. Tria seemed a very tough, buff wolf.
Fear scent made Flisk's black padded paws tingle with uneasiness as the storm raged on. Whole logs were ravaging through the camp, and if there were any pups out there unprotected, they'd be dead almost instantly. It seemed so much warmer in here with everyone's bodies and Flisk kept his tail carefully out from between his legs, a habit that he was happy not to have. As the siblings and friends talked, Flisk listened absentmindly until Twig asked Truffle who was with her. He turned his head up and stared at him with a trace of a smile.
"I can speak for myself." At this, Flisk seemed to be a bit amused, trying to make the Neophyte think him more care-free. "I'm Flisk...Neophyte ya know. Kinda new...I don't mind too much."
His panic was almost gone as he found himself in the warm presence of wolves who were talking to him instead of staring at him through the shadows, watching his every move, waiting for him to mess up.
"What do you think of this...ehh...storm I guess?"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 11, 2008 21:14:58 GMT -5
Twig nodded in acknowledgement, but said nothing else ;; his pained gaze -- scarcely visible but for a glint in the darkness -- was all for his brother. The only family he had left....in the Yozoran pack. Who knew what his sister, Terralisa, would be doing in the Sheeran pack right now? He laid down, curling into a ball and closing his eyes, completing his cacoon of solemnity. Let him be safe....and Terra, too. Let them both be safe...
Kasparr and Neveria took up similar stances ; Autumn stayed standing, even daring to take a couple pawsteps towards the exit. "...Olive's in the nursery, last time I saw her....." she began, the gears of her mind clicking away with decisive swiftness.
"You can't go out there, Autumn," Trianna said firmly.
"Hm," Autumn murmured, giving no sign that she heard Tria, only staring intently out into the wildnerness of wind and pellet-rain. "Storm? I think this is more than just a storm.....we had that fire a few moons back, and it stuck with us. Whatever caused the fire is still with us....and it's probably causing this, too."
Trianna snorted, never being the one to believe in many of the myths or mystics passed down from generation to generation. At least not visibly.... Autumn, you better damn well not go out there, or I swear I'll go out after you and grab you back by the scruff....
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Nov 15, 2008 19:50:32 GMT -5
Flisk blinked with anxiety as another gust of wind drowned out another cry from a root cave nearby. His tail was stiff and he waited for a reply from Twig but heard nothing. Staring towards the wind, Flisk stammered.
"So where's Truff-"
Seeing the pain in Twig's eyes, Flisk stopped almost imiediately and stretched his back, turning away. His features were something...a mix of hardness and covered up terror. The fright he had come to know was now not just battles, but whatever kind of storm this was. The muscles in his legs tensed as Autumn slowly made for the exit and he shot his gaze at Trianna, wondering. So what if Olive was in the nursery? Out here, it could cost you your life.
"Yeah Autumn...listen to Tria. She's right you know. You can't go saving others when your life is in peril. You can't take care of anyone else if you don't take care of yourself first."
Blinking slowly, Autumn commented on the storm, which Flisk blew off lightly. Of course it was a storm...just a horrible one. The wind whistled louder and he pawed a little closer to Autumn, trying to make sure that if she darted out he could catch her by the scruff or paw...or something that would make her stop. Maybe a deep bite in the pawpad would work.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 16, 2008 15:25:19 GMT -5
Autumn glared starkly at Flisk and Trianna for a moment, then retreated to the back of the den, head down and eyes shut. The only movement that came from her now was the miniscule murmuring from her lips -- prayers for her packmates.
Trianna settled her back against the mud walls of the den. "This thing better hurry up. Who knows what the Siverians and Destinians are planning to do to us after this? It's not like the Sheerans will stick up for us, either, now that Mist and Light are gone. Hmph. Flisk, were you at the last Moonless Meeting?"
A growl came from Kasparr. "I can't believe they actually think we would steal their warriors!" He shook his head with irritation.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Nov 16, 2008 17:52:54 GMT -5
Flisk's gaze followed Autumn to the back of the cave where he watched her carefully. As she put her head down, he turned his head back to the others, worry in his eyes as much as everyone else's. Swallowing a lump of anxiety, he opened his jaws slightly to smell nothing but fear scent which quickly choked him enough for him to snuffle and take deep breaths.
As Tria spoke, Flisk blinked slowly. He hadn't thought of that. It was like a dollop of even more anxiety than before. A slight whine tried to escape his throat, but he held it back. Kasparr spoke and he licked his lips with a tinge of anger, growling along with him.
"No...I wasn't at the Moonless Meeting. I was sick...kinda. I heard about it though. It was one big pile of chaos. I'm fearful for the pack...it could end up very bad if we are blamed for anything more. It seems like we're the targetted ememy. Hopefully this won't turn into something terrible."
His tail flicked and he stared at Tria absentmindedly, wondering what would happen if the pack was torn apart. Although that was an extreme of consequenses, Flisk usually thought extreme. He blinked a few times before leaning against the mud walls as well.
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