Wth>You (Siv/Sheera)

[Sivoncé™]

Annanti studied him curiously for a moment, lingering on his eyes. Her gaze then rested upon the inky sky above them. "How long do you think until they come back with reinforements?" She yawned, rolling onto her side to face him.

[Sheera]

He sighed deeply and muttered under his breath, "Más largo que viviré"
Guerrier looked up towards Annanti. "I don't think their alpha is stupid enough to send reinforcements... besides if I was smart enough I would've fled already." he said as a yawn followed. He rolled over onto his side and laid his head onto the ground.
"But if I was dumb enough.." he continued. "...to stay here and sleep, he wouldn't know."

[Sivoncé™]

^{Annanti let out the softest of chuckles. "Well, since we're not dumb, we could drag ourselves back to the den. It's a lot less damp -- comfier." She offered, rolling over again and stretching. She winced as pain nipped her shoulders, but shrugged it off.}

[Sheera]

"Pssht." is all he said and pushed himself to his feet. He nudged her gently and waited for her to rise. He was dead tired after doing barn chores all day [no--jk.. sheera's dumping her exhaustion on her charries]. The battle had left him almost drained of blood and energy.

[Sivoncé™]

Annanti rosed slowly, then padded unsteadily into the cave. She swayed slightly on her paws, then stumbled and ended up in a heap next to the nest. "Darn," she sighed. "Missed."

[Sheera]

Guerrier chuckled lightly and lifted her gently in his mouth. He placed her lightly in her bed and nudged her paws into the bed as well. He glanced at where he had laid only minutes before; it was littered and tainted with his blood.
"Espere aquí." he said quickly then raced out of the den. Before a second passed his head appeared again looking rather annoyed at himself. "Wait here." he translated, then sped off again.
Several seconds passed, then minutes. He then returned, something was different. Oh yes, the blood spilling from his throat, that had now halted, and was covered by a small plant, that was plastered on by a cremey substance.
He brought over the plant and the cremey substance to Annanti. She had a couple cuts as well.

[Sivoncé™]

Annanti nodded to herself, recalling the herbs Liv had taught her in the old den. She swallowed hard, bile rising in her throat and tears sparking hot.
Liviana.
Signus, Lucille....
Diablo, Lucinda, Fade...
Rhain....Regulus....
Wind. Sky.
What had happened to her dearest family, her legacy, her bloodline?
Drenched in torment, their souls had slowly turned black. But once upon a time, Wind and Sky fought on through the dark. Once upon a time, Diablo and Lucinda ran from their captors...they were in love, intertwined, and that was all that mattered.
The four of them had lived out in the loner terras, Diabloa, Lucinda, Liviana, and Fade...
They'd been ripped apart because running away, no matter how far, never changes or erases the past. And the past gives chase.
The past had killed Lucinda, and in turn, Diablo, though he remained in body. Liv had fled with Fade to Silver Mist, but Liv had not stayed. She was not a pack wolf. I wonder if Fade still lives there...
And the slaughter...the slaughter of her kin. Her own claws tearing into Paris' demonic flesh, curling it away from the bone of his rotten structure...
Saying goodbye to the Xavrien Heights...
But it's still with me.
Because nothing, no matter how far you run, can change what I am. And Diablo...he's realized this. He's realized he cannot simply get over her death. And it's torn him apart from the inside out until there's just nothing left but the shell he was before Lucinda was there.
She blinked slightly, gazing back at Guerrier. She'd been thinking so hard that she'd probably been staring out into space while he stood there. I wonder if he knows of my blood? Does it matter? What does it mean to be kind of Wind and Sky if we've all grown so weak over time?

[Sheera]

Guerrier had sat and waited patiently as she had seemed to be thinking deeply of something. He felt her awareness begin to come out of her thoughts. He nuzzled her cheek, as he was already quite close to her. He then applied the plant and plaster to her wounds in which still bled steadily. he wasn't much of a healer but he knew how to survive.
Once he had applied it to her wounds he spat out the remaining of the plaster and plant. He murmured something inaudible then spoke to Annanti.
"Annanti?" he whispered gently. "You should sleep, zat twas quite a battle."

[Sivoncé™]

Annanti nodded absently, then slowly came back into reality. "Yes...I suppose." She circled once in the nest, the layed down, looking up at Guerrier with stormy eyes. "Please tell me you are not to make your leave quite yet, if you must at all?" She sighed, suddenly melancholy. She didn't know why she felt such a strong connection to him ;; their meeting had happened what, perhaps a week, two weeks ago? And they had come close to shredding each other to bits...

Whatever it was that bound Annanti to Guerrier, it was surfacing again. Never had a stranger shown her such kindness, or such heart. All she'd known was the soft comforts of her early days, and the torment of her later ones. But perhaps...perhaps Guerrier would stay. Perhaps he was the one thing that wouldn't be torn away from her, the one wolf that would remain. The one light that would never fade...
Maybe.
She lifted her head, hesitant at first. Then, gaining some confidence, she brushed lightly against his cheek, and buried her head on his shoulder. It felt good just to lean there...on something warm, understanding...steady. Something that would not fall away or crumble at her touch.

[Sheera]

Guerrier knew what she was asking, though not able to understand it word for word due to his lack of English tongue. He murmured an inaudible word, one that sounded dangerously close to 'how' as though asking how he could leave something so dear.
Something set fire within him warming him inside, his heart seemed weightless as it seemed to float away from his body. He chuckled as though it seemed funny, but it was a frightened laugh, one that feared loss and hurt, petrified, really.
"I could never leave, love," he murmured gently into her ear. Not now. If I left her... something would be missing, something inside me would die. The connection is too strong, if this passionate wolf is ever seperated from me... I'd die from the inside... out.
He didn't know what it was, but soemthing inside him told him these very words. It told him that, though he had not been with Annanti very long a connection had been created, an indestructible bond.

[Sivoncé™]

Relief flooded through her in a rush, emotions she couldn't quite understand completely, but accepted them as concrete. She couldn't deny herself who she was, and if Guerrier was part of her, than so be it. "Thank you." She layed back down once more, but did not close her eyes. Instead, she gazed up at Guerrier once more, as if mesmerized. "What was your life like, before...we've met?" It seemed a strange question, perhaps. They hadn't met all that long ago...and yet it seemed like another lifetime completely she had roamed through the woods, having been attacked and starving for shelter. She was ready, she had decided, to explain to him her broken mirror. It was time she'd come clean, and it may be painful, but Guerrier deserved a deeper knowledge of her if they were to ever grow closer. Sky knows I can only hope he feels the same...

[Sheera]

Guerrier was only slightly startled by her question. He hadn't thought of his murderous family for quite awhile. He didn't know exactly how to explain it clearly, but he would try.
He layed down next to her and looked out of the cavern, his gaze becoming distant as he retold his life.
"I was born to a mother and father like most, of course. My father, the caring type, my mother..." he didn't finish his description of his mother. "I was born to a litter of five, three females, and one male, and me." he thought back to the day he was born, it wasn't clear, as it was quite awhile ago.
"As we began to be able to see, our mother began to train us. She did not hesitate in teaching us how to defend ourselves, and liked when we did... paws on demonstrations, often including battle training with four against one." he thought back to the memory of all four of his siblings glowering down at him, their fangs beared.
"This did nothing but taint one's soul and attatch it to violence, as all my siblings had done, see I was the smallest of my litter, the one who my mother felt ashamed to gaze upon.
"Well, my father often watched our battle training. After each session he would take my mother away and they would have hushed conversations, my father trying to convince her it wasn't right to expose them to this at such a young age. My mother decided he had gone too far one night, he had grabbed her scruff and brought her quite a ways off, naturally we followed them. We witnessed their anger and hatrid tumbling off from them like the waves of the strongest storms." He shifted a bit, as if feeling the waves once more.
"We saw that female murder our father, three of the pups scattered, never to be seen again, but me and one of my sisters remained. I muttered curse words towards my mother as she smelt us and came towards us, this angered my sister. She was on top of 'the runt' in a heartbeat, glaring down at me, saliva issueing from her sharpened fangs. My mother was so proud... " he snarled the last five words.
"The only way I got away was one wolf; my father. He had lived a short while longer after my mother had 'killed' him, he was now weakly trying to escape..." he only then realized he only spoke of one of the most terrifying moments of his life, nothing more. He spoke only of his puphood and not his growing up.
She wouldn't care about my life... though he new it was not true.

[Sivoncé™]

Annanti's eyes were wide at his tale, startled and angered. "But what injustice! A mother is to love their child....not twist and harm. How I feel for you, Guerrier. I willn't inquire further if that is what you wish," she spoke softly, eyes brimming with apology and sympathy. I shouldn't have asked. He probably didn't want to share that with me yet...if at all.
Annanti found herself reflecting on her own, tangled past again. She had to tell him about it now...he had every right to know. But would he think of her differently if he knew where she came from? I hope not...

[Sheera]

Guerrier nodded, and hesitated to ask about her past. She ask you... a voice reminded him and he mumbled in silent agreement.
"I will speak no more of the twisted past of my mother's world, please, tell me of your past, dear Annanti."
With that he gazed at her gently, waiting for her to decline his offer, or begin retelling her past.

[Sivoncé™]

Here it goes...
Time to come clean.
She cleared her throat, then began her tale, "Long ago, four leaders roamed these lands. Four leaders of four great, mighty packs. Among them was the femme, Sky, and the brute, Wind. They were the leaders of Shimmering Mist and Storm Mist. They fell tragically in love, but, as legend tells, were killed upon the birthing of their two daughters, Rhain and Valencia. My bloodline follows Rhain, as she was an herb healer of the new pack, Silver Mist. She fell in love with a tyrant named Regulus, but refused to leave with him. The two loved for a long time, but by some twist of fate, began to hate each other for the lines they allowed to divide them. Regulus stole their only child, Lucinda, and took her to Blood Mist. He never stood up as her father, but Lucinda became aware of her torn past at a very young age. She was an herb healer neophyte, and a trained killer. She learned from Diablo, the current healer of Blood Mist. She is responsible for Rhain's death, believing her to be a spy when she attempted to explain to Lucinda she was her mother. Lucinda later found out that Rhain was, indeed, the Silver Mist queen who had birthed her. Wrecked with grief, she started to doubt the ways of the Blood Mist. She had a vision of dark wolves making Diablo choose between killing her, or killing the pups that she predicted they would have together. In fear of their black dreams coming true, and in rebellion against Blood Mist, the two fled the demonic pack on the crimson night, where the mighty battle took place.
It was on this night where Lucinda bore my mother, Liviana, and Fade. And for a very long time, the four lived happily. They made their peace with the packs, especially Silver Mist, and were considered allies. When wolves started to vanish from the forest, Liv was among them. She was marked as a Vanishing, a mysterious wolf with an unknown destiny. But when Verlust rose with Blood Mist anew, those dark shadows came back to haunt my family. Lucinda was murdered because Diablo failed to make a choice. His pups only excaped by chance." Annanti hesitated here, wondering if Guerrier would understand what she was about to say in Diablo's defense, "He left Fade and Liviana to go to Silver Mist, wanting them to be safe there. Heavy with the most broken of hearts, Diablo turned into the tyrant he once was, the tyrant before Lucinda lit his life. For without her, he was nothing but.
Fade and Liv remained in Silver Mist for a very long time. Liv was honing in on her talents, and growing closer to her sister. She never really moved anywhere from Fade ;; pack life did not suit her, and she never took to branching out among the group. However, she was lovers, for a short time, with a male named Ralph. Ironically, he is Rippedstripe's son, and of Bloodsbane's bloodline. She fought the fight of her life in the battle on the mountains, witnessing the fall of Verlust, Siv, and her fellow Vanishings. She pulled through, but had come to the realization that her love for the open spaces was more fierce than her love for Ralph would ever be. And so, she left the Siverian Pack upon arriving in the new territories.
Liv knew she was pregnant, but was determined to give my siblings and myself good lives. A loving structure. She regretted not having a father figure, but knew she could not raise us in Silver Mist...this was her only option.
I was the fourth and last of my litter. Before me came my brothers, Signus and Paris, as well as my sister, Lucille. Out of all of them, my mother said I looked most like Diablo. I met him when I was small, and discovered she was right. He'd been wandering aimlessly, most likely looking to kill. Liv had shared harsh words with him...and he slapped her. She turned away from him, and it was then that I think I felt a shift in the winds...a murmur of a raging storm, perhaps, or Lucinda wondering where her lover had gone. Whatever it was, it had appealed to Paris' undying curiousity. He left us to track Diablo. We searched and called, but never did he return to us. So, life went on well. Signus was the sensible, smarty-pants. Lucille was the gentle, sweetheart. And I was the one who had shared my lost brother's intense interest and curiousity. But we used it in different lights...
I was six moons when it happened. Barely mature enough for the world on my own. I woke to the screams of Lucille and Signus, watching the sunrise. Their favorite time of day. My mother and I were not out quick enough. Signus was fallen from the Xavrien Heights, and Lucille's corpse littered the ground. Paris had grown;; he was titanic, a monster beyond compare. If I'd not known better, I'd swear it was Bloodsbane, risen from his grave in Hellfire. Only Bloodsbane hadn't the cunning my brother had. My mother and I had no choice but to flee. We ran to a clearing, where Paris caught up with us. He slew my mother there, and I only managed to escape because of Diablo's quick appearence. He whisked me away, and into the woods we hid. For three more moons, I worked harder than I ever had. He wasn't completely sane, but he never inflicted harm unto me. Only trained be to the best of his knowledge in the ways of the world...I think he was trying to make up for what he'd done to Liv. So, at the age of nine moons, I sought out to slay Paris.
What I had found when I arrived at his place in the Twilight Clearing was more than I bargained for. He had become infatuated and obsessed with Olive, the daughter of Holly and Sharpie...a Yozoran pup, perhaps neophyte. She was declining repeatedly to pledge to him, so as he moved forward to harm her, I made my attack.
He had me out in a matter of moments, perhaps less. Just about to deal his death blow, Sharpie appeared to aide his daughter and myself. If it weren't for him, I would not be here right now.
But Paris threw down Sharpie, ripping the life from him before Olive's young, innoccent eyes. But innoccence never lasts...
I killed my brother. Though it wounded me so, and my scars still journey with me, I knew it had to be done. I put his evil out of this world forevermore, and that's all I could've hoped for.
I did not stay long after that. Diablo approached me before I fled, but I slapped him away. He'd become too dangerous to be around any longer.
And so...four moons later, I am here, now, with you. Young, perhaps, to have such a history, but It has taught me many things about the world around us...." she finished, curious as to what his reaction would be.