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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 5, 2007 18:22:34 GMT -5
"You don't understand, Lust. I am of the sixteen!" Risika growled lowly. "My path HAS been set in stone as has Siveria's. You know as well as I do that there is no reversing it. You can't ever run, for winter will catch up with you. You can't ever hide, for winter will find you! This is the end, Lust. No more. And I never want to hear you say there's a way to escape this, because trust me, there is not. I wouldn't be suprised if you were of the sixteen, also. All that matters now is if you die on the mountainside or if you die later than that. There is no use in hoping, for winter will blow it out."
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Post by Destiny on Dec 5, 2007 18:27:42 GMT -5
Lust sighed."Maybe your right Risika.Maybe there is no hoped for wolves.Maybe I am of the sixteen.We will all die eventually.And I don't care about that.When I die I die."H padded as close to her as possible.Licking her muzzle lovingly.Then reaching around and pulling her close in a wolf hug."I love you Risika.And I guess that's all that matters for me now."He murmurered quietly.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 6, 2007 17:39:35 GMT -5
"Well guess what?" Risika snarled, ice in her voice. "I DON'T love you, and I never will! On the twenty-first, it will be ME who kills, ME who lives, and ME who is victorious! I will be Verlust's immortal warrior forevermore, and you'll die along with your stupid thougths of 'freedom' and 'something more'. Why? Because only the strong can survive. And you, Lust, YOU are nothing. You are the most misnamed wolf I've even seen. Not Blood Mist, no longer. You are Nothing. That is your name." And she stood, slashed him across the face, and left. Just like that. She seemed like a shadow that faded.
Faded only to rise again,
all in due time...
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Post by Destiny on Dec 6, 2007 17:50:41 GMT -5
Lust snarled."DAMN YOU TO HELLFIRE YOU SHE DEVIL!YOUR GOOD AS VERLUST!I HOPE SHE SLAUGHTERS YOU!"Viciously he turned and began to run off.Only to slam into his father.In his blind anger Lust sliced his fathers face.Bit deep into the larger wolfs shoulder and sliced him along the sides.
Ashur took this.As if he gave a damn.The brute enjoyed pain anyhow.Not like he was going to die anyway.
Lust's rage was blind.He snapped his jaws in his fathers ear and tore it.
This time Ashur slashed back.Shoving his son away.
Lust snarled in rage and lept at his father.Claws burrowed deep into neck fur.
Ashur grabbed his son by the neck and flung him away.
Lust's form cracked against a tree trunk.Then he fell to the ground.Everything hurt by now.SO the brute did not bother to move.
Ashur ran after his son."My son!My flesh and my blood!What have I done!"Ashur snarled and cursed himself.Staring angrily at his son who know lay in a bloody heap on the ground.Not dead.Just beaten.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 6, 2007 22:05:41 GMT -5
Assyria crouched down, low, trembling. "D-Daddy?" the young neophyte whimpered. "P-Please don't h-hurt me t-too..." She backed away slightly, still crouching low. She was utterly scared. As a pup, she'd learned to kill. She learned that to kill was to surivive. And to survive was to have power. And to have power was good. And so, as nothing more than a pup, she had killed.
Babylonia had been the sweetest honey the forest had ever tasted. The definition of lovely and beautiful. She'd been and angel; a glorious sight. Though she remained so for much of her life, she never fell into the arms of a brute she loved.
Untill Ashur.
It was not Ashur that has poisoned the golden heart of this forest; it was Verlust. Had Babylonia been able to resist her, it's very likely that the packs would still be there. Babylonia brought with her many pups. She'd been, in a way, the mother of Blood Mist. When Babylonia had died, they were down a beta, and a litter of pups. No other wolves were ready to have more pups, and the pack was low.
Despite all of this, Blood Mist could easily wipe out each pack, one by one. It was even likely they could wipe out all packs together. Winter is deadly.
But nothing of Verlust made particular sense to Assyria. All she knew was of death and destruction. But now....now she wanted more. She wanted to know what the packs thought of them....she wanted life.
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Post by Destiny on Dec 7, 2007 15:54:11 GMT -5
Ashur glanced at his daughter.Hatred glimmered in his eyes as it always had.
Lust grunted painfully and struggled to his paws.Snarling viciously he limped off.Leaving a trail of blood behind him.
Ashur looked down.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 7, 2007 18:59:29 GMT -5
"Daddy please!" Assryria begged, brusting into tears and shaking frantically. "Momma said you love us...." She thought, remembering Babylonia.
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Post by Destiny on Dec 7, 2007 19:09:26 GMT -5
Ashur snarled."Shutup!Babylonia is DEAD!Forget her!She's gone and she's NEVER COMING BACK!"Ashur snarled angrily.The anger he held at himself he was taking out on his daughter and son.Ashur was furious.Furious with himself.He should have been able to save his mate.Or at least kill Siveria.But no.He had to be a stupid idiot!
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- New Moon, Shadow Walker
