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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 23, 2007 2:22:15 GMT -5
Sylvana limped unsteadily down the mountain slope. She knew the packs were not far off, but doubted they would want her around. Blood Mist was dead now. As far as she'd seen, she and Zeffen were the only survivors. And she did not even remotely wish to mother a pack. One pregnancy was good enough for her.
Sylvana gazed out on the water, regret and remorse played across her eyes. She recalled poor young Assyria, bleeding to death at the paws of Torn. She knew the other wolf had not known of Assyria's heritage. Assyria had been raised to kill. She'd known no better.
She looked around, wondering when and if Zeffen would show up. Her heart clenched at the thought that he wouldn't. Did he feel the same way about Verlust and Blood Mist that she did? And what about their pups? Sylvana was still in the early stages of her pregnancy. She knew already she wanted to raise them different. Part of her wished they would find a pack.
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Post by mudfang on Dec 23, 2007 15:02:07 GMT -5
(cue Torn... aww poor Torn was all like 'WHAT THA?' when Assyria died. XD He didn't know what was happening.)
Torn walked along the edge of the slope. He spotted a figure below him. "HEY!" he shouted. "HEY! WAIT!"
He ran down the slope. "Hey, you're the wolf from the battle. Don't you want to join a pack."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 23, 2007 15:09:23 GMT -5
Sylvana laughed at this. "You honestly think they would welcome me? You honestly think they would welcome a wolf who fought alongside Verlust? No. I will never be welcome amongst your kin. What was your name? Torn, I think it was? I'm Sylvana. My mate is....not here yet." She told the wolf.
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Post by mudfang on Dec 23, 2007 15:16:38 GMT -5
Torn nodded. "But I'm sure they would. My pack took in many Blood Mists when the great battle happened. I'm sure we could use some more after that nasty battle anyway. Plus, you need a place to stay."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 23, 2007 15:24:09 GMT -5
"Hm. I don't know. The life of the loner is always an option...but then again, I don't think Winter will be too kind to me...." She frowned as a cold wind whipped in her face, as if to prove the point. "Who is your alpha?" She asked, curious.
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Post by mudfang on Dec 23, 2007 15:45:07 GMT -5
"Night." Torn answered. "She's very understanding, believe me."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 23, 2007 19:58:37 GMT -5
"Hmm..." Night. That name was familiar to Sylvana. In fact, she recalled Babylonia, Euphrates, Tigris, Assyria, and Sumer ambushing the alphess a while back, when all the packs were still in the forest... they'd taken one of the alpha's lives. Though Sylvana didn't have anything to do with that attack, she couldn't help but dwell on it. She'd hurt so many wolves. Who would really take her in? And what about Zeffen. "I don't know. I don't even understand why you of all wolves forgive me!" She sighed. These wolves were simply too honorable to take in a tyrant.
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Post by mudfang on Dec 23, 2007 20:00:55 GMT -5
"Because we're not heartless." Torn sighed. "Like Verlust. We actually care. We would take in Verlust herself if she needed it!"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 23, 2007 22:41:15 GMT -5
This shocked Sylvana. "Well...I don't know...." She hesitated. "I wouldn't fit in with them! Look at me. Tell me, what am I? I've hurt too many and I've killed too many and there's just so much damage I've done."
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Post by mudfang on Dec 24, 2007 10:54:16 GMT -5
"What are you?" Torn echoed. "You are an honest, compassionate, fae that just needs a second chance. Every one of Verlust's zombies were twisted into horrible things. But now, she's dead. She won't come back. It's up to us to straiten the wolves back to the things they are. Not zombies. Normal, average wolves. You can acomplish many good things Sylvana. You might even become Alpha someday. And you're gonna sit here on the mountain and rot. Just because you don't 'fit in'. Come on. Oh, and just to let you know, I'm sorry about that neophyte. I didn't know she was already wounded. Really."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 24, 2007 14:47:59 GMT -5
"It's alright, Torn. You couldn't have known about Assyria..." was all Sylvana could say. "Well..." She swallowed hard, trying to digest all that Torn had said. Could she really be something more than this? And what the wolf said was utterly correct...Assyria could've been a good wolf had she been born in a different environment. Did that same rules apply to her? And what about Zeffen? Would he find her? Was he still out there, somewhere? "Alright, Torn. What do you need me to do?"
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Post by mudfang on Dec 24, 2007 17:29:20 GMT -5
Torn smiled. "Come with me." And he headed down the mountain to the wolves gathered below. "You'll love our pack."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 24, 2007 18:43:50 GMT -5
"Okay..." Sylvana said, a bit nervous. The young fae followed Torn, hoping this wasn't some sort of trick to eliminate the two survivors of Blood Mist. What's the point? They obviously aren't bloodthirsty wolves. And what, like Zeffen and I alone are going to rebuild the pack? No thanks. One litter of pups is enough for me...
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Post by mudfang on Dec 25, 2007 19:28:18 GMT -5
(TO THE THREAD!!)
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