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Post by mudfang on Mar 1, 2008 2:05:58 GMT -5
Harley nuzzled the small fae's head. "I know... I know... We'll all keep you safe now... It'll be alright..."
She stepped away. "Olive..." she didn't know how to begin. "Olive... your mother needs time to think. Her and your father have been together for a long time. Since the time of Yozora. They've been together since their puphoods. They loved eachother very much. She's suffered a great loss. She will be back."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 1, 2008 2:09:23 GMT -5
"P-Promise?" Olive stuttered, burying her head in Harley's fur. "I missed her...I miss everyone! I was so scared....I tried to act brave but I thought...he would've killed me...I know it...I'm STILL scared..." She slurred, dizzy with pain.
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Post by mudfang on Mar 1, 2008 2:14:02 GMT -5
Harley licked Olive's ears. "I swear. We'll keep you safe."
She leaned down infront of her, leveling her face with Olive's. "Look, I'll protect you. I'll make sure no one ever EVER harms you again. And if they do, I swear I'll pull their eyes out of their sockets and watch them bleed. Feel any better?"
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Mar 2, 2008 1:42:07 GMT -5
(I'm working at the same time right now, so could I have the clipnotes version of what happened here please? XDXD
I'm skimming through it right now, but I want to make sure I didn't miss anything, lolz)
(You know what? Nvm, I just read the whole thing anyways and I nearly burst into tears XD)
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 2, 2008 1:51:24 GMT -5
(=p I guess I did okay, then?)
(Okay...so Paris is infatuated with Olive, and kidnapped her a moon ago. Tonight was the night they were supposed to get "married". Sharpie scented Olive, his daughter, and burst forth to help her. Annanti scented Paris, and ran to kill him. Annanti almost died, but Sharpie saved her. Olive ran to get help, and Sharpie died by Paris' paws in a rather dramatic sequeance of events. Then Annanti killed Paris...and passed out in his blood. She's all alone in the clearing now.)
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Mar 2, 2008 1:59:13 GMT -5
("I did okay"?? Hell yeah!! XP)
And the scarlet stain-- one of blood and morale, of tears and vengence-- appeared and the worn night sky. His grandson had been slain and his granddaughter nearly slaughtered by the very spawn that he had led through the forest that one day... and he knew nothing of it. Hollow and empty as he were, nothing affected his jaded mind. He had fed on his lust for revenge until he had swallowed his own heart... dried himself up with the constant murmurs in his head.
Diablo mindlessly found himself heading into a clearing, following the trail of mist that he found before him. And then, stumbling upon a trail of blood, he lifted his muzzle. Breathe, breathe. Death wafted into his nostrils, and this still did not move him.
He continued at a steady pace.
And then the scent of his own kin reached his mind, and violently rammed against the fibers of his long-dead conscience. A bell rang in his brain, sending a shiver of anxiety up and down his spine.
"Annanti," he whispered to himself, his hoarse voice drifting on the breeze like a gust of wind. He narrowed his eyes, recognizing the other stench. "Paris..."
Racing forward, he began to piece together the puzzle--- the blood, the scents.... and now the sobs of wolves. No...
He froze, claws curling as he saw Annanti and Paris' lifesless body.
He didn't know what he should say, for the words that crossed his ears only said: "Why did you leave? Where is mom?"
A wraith with an angel’s body.
A demon with a smile of gold.
You soul-sucker.
I won’t become like you.
A killer with the perfect weapons,
crystal eyes and a heart of coal.
You soul-sucker.
I won’t lose myself in you.
Look how pretty she is, when she falls down.
now there’s no beauty in bleeding mascara. Lips are quivering
Like a withering rose, she’s back again.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 2, 2008 2:11:39 GMT -5
Annanti awoke, blinking away unconsiousness from her sore lids. She didn't move other than that; just remained on her back in the mess she had made. After a few moments of silence, she began to feel the pain of her wounds, hear the sounds around her, taste another wolf's prescence, but hardest of all, was the reality that beat at her soul.
Slowly, she stood, not looking at Diablo, and eyed Sonofocat, lifeless and still on the ground. Olive, Holly, and the other four were gone. All that was left was Paris, Diablo, and herself...if Paris even counted.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Mar 2, 2008 2:23:18 GMT -5
Diablo bit down, hard, on his tongue. Annanti... caked in blood... looked just like Lucinda did when she died. He swallowed hard, too, just as blood began oozing from his mouth.
Not again... Not this fucking mess all over again.
He forced himself to pad forward until he was inches away from Annanti. He realized that, again, he had failed. He had promised himself, once upon a time, to protect Lucinda. And there was no greater urge to stay true to a promise when it was a promise made to yourself-- they were to remain unbreakable. He broke that promise when she died on the lake. He then vowed to avenge her... yet the final assassin still roamed the forests unhindered. He told himself that he would protect Fade and Liv... yet Fade was no where to be found and Liv had died at her son's hand.
And now the final promise: that he would protect Annanti.
She now lay bleeding at his feet in a pool of scarlet.
Tears burning in his eyes, he lifted his head and let out a mournful-- and only half-sane-- howl to the heavens. Annanti had not yet died, but the woe of his shattered being wasnow shredding him apart from the inside out.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 2, 2008 2:29:37 GMT -5
Ananti's eyes narrowed.
"Oh...SHUT UP!" She snapped suddenly, shattering the silence. "Just...please...don't you dare have your own pity party because I'm done! What I did wasn't honorable, and things you've done aren't either, so SCREW IT! It had to be done, and nothing could stop it. Sometimes, wolves have to die and there's not a fucking thing you can do about it. It hurts, HELL it hurts. But without the bitter, the sweet wouldn't be. So just...stop..." She ranted, voice becoming scarcely audible. She leaned on him, smearing blood onto his fur, but relying on her grandfather for stability. Her back left leg was badly twisted.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Mar 2, 2008 2:43:58 GMT -5
Diablo stood rigged after being cut off. Being scolded into silence wasn't what he needed right now. In fact, it brought a chill over him... He couldn't offer any comfort to the wolf leaning on his shoulder. He had no comfort to give.
Voice eerily soft and quiet, he whispered, "...why shouldn't I kill you?"
It was a very odd, abrupt question. But his mind was twisted in knots at the moment. His lowered jaw trembled, eyes darkening to twin coals in the darkness.
"...give me one reason..."
(Diablo's lost it XP)
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 2, 2008 15:32:35 GMT -5
"I don't know, Diablo!" Annanti hissed. "Kill me, then. I really don't give a damn at this point." Her eyes were fiery, flames of rage burning inside of her. Where is that wolf Lucinda once loved? Where is he?!
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
