Storms Rolling In (OPEN)

[Sheera]

OCC: ha she never left. She is still standing there staring in the direction of the caribou ^.^

Ophelia sat where she was and stared longingly into the direction of the caribou herd. She flicked her ears towards a patch of clovers but looked away. She then flicked her ears away and looked in the direction of a coming sound. She cocked her head in confusion. It wasn't the caribou, the sound was softer than hooves.

The small bundle of a wolf stumbled into view. This small female stumbled and tripped while wounds ripped into fresh bleding streams. Tears flooded in her eyes as she raced blindly towards Ophelia's position. She tumbled forward getting closer as Ophelia watched in alarm. Finally, before Ophelia could move the she-wolf collided into Ophelia. She wimpered in pain and lept weakly off her and crumbled to the ground. Her stomache was swollen and her eyes flashed with a wild fire of terror.

[Ärï]

(oops)

Dark Storm's ears pricked and his head turned back in the direction he had come. He smelled blood but wasn't panicked. It wasn't Ophelia's. Breathing in, Storm grimaced. The femme smelled pregnant...and young. Forcers. That much he knew. Sick wolves that thought the world was theirs and all faes were just toys. It was disgusting. Slowly, Dark Storm stalked back toward the creek, wading in and stood in the undergrowth once he was back on land. He watched, curious to see what would happen or if the forcers had been following the femme. She was young, as he had assumed and she looked terrified. Storm really doubted him approaching would calm her fears, he was after all a rather fearful sight, large and dark. All the makings of a sinister wolf.

[Sheera]

Ophelia stumbled backwards in alarm. Her eyes stretched wide at the sight of the wounded wolf. She watched frozen her limbs stiff. Her hackles rose and her fur bristled. She just watched with her eyes wide with fright. She couldn't move.. silence followed where the scent of blood whipped around the surrounding land as the wind and rain whirled it around.

The wolf stared up in terror. Her mouth opened and a cackling scream came out followed by a cackling voice, "I--I can't take being with him! I can't take the last weeks! Who knows what will happen after they are born!!" She then began to screech in terror "WHO CARES ABOUT ME!!! WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THE PUPS?! I'LL TELL YOU WHAT!! HE'LL TEACH THE MALES TO BE JUST LIKE HIM AND HIS SON OF A CAT BROTHER!!" she shivered and collasped into the mud. "..but the femmoras I do not know..." she paused to gasp for air. "No pup deserves to learn like that.. none. No pup deserves to have a father like that. No pup deserves to have his blood within them." she whispered weakly. "Help me... please."

[Ärï]

Moving as silently as he could manage, Dark Storm slipped away. He knew a femme nearby, an older she-wolf with a don't-mess-with-me attitude that had told him something about a missing young wolf recently. Storm couldn't remember her name but maybe she could help. He'd spoken only breifly, saying barely four words to her if that. Still, any femme with experiance as a loner would be able to help. He just hoped Ophelia could put up with the fae's ravings while he was gone. Catching the loner's scent, Dark Storm started to sprint. She was close by, thank heavens.

[Sheera]

Ophelia backed up. "What do you want me to do?!" She had a feeling she wouldn't liek the answer. She craned her neck towards the bleeding femora.

She wined. "Please... if its not to much.. kill me. Please.." she cringed in pain. "For the pups.. for me! KILL ME!! BEFORE HE COMES!!!!"

[Ärï]

A flash of tri-colored fur whipped through the undergrowth. Powerful muscles bunched as Zenya leapt out of the undergrowth, standing between Ophelia and the cowering mess of fur. Zenya's honey-colored orbs flashed with her tell-tale pride and feirce nature as she glared down at the younger femme. That feirce look softened slightly as she padded toward her and lowered her head to the younger fae's level. "There you are" Zenya murmured softly, meeting Clover's terrified gaze. "Do you remember me?"

Dark Storm padded out of the undergrowth at a slower pace, looking calm and somewhat interested. He glanced at Ophelia and then continued watching the two faes.

[Sheera]

Ophelia looked overwhelmed her breathing was unsteady so she willingly let herself fall into a sit position. She pinned her ears back and cowered. Ophelia watched feeling sickly.

The small femora gasped. "Z-Zenya?" she trembled. "H-he's aw-awful." she said as the burning of her chest grew to a firey flame. This happened when she felt something bad would happen, but it now became confusing. Before it happened when something WAS going to happen, now she was to paranoid to know what the burning meant.

[Ärï]

"I'll bet he was" Zenya murmured, licking Clover's muzzle comfortingly. "But he's not coming back, I'll make sure of that. How about we get you cleaned up and find a den for you to rest?" Zenya usually wasn't the soft motherly type but when she had to be or when she knew something was serious enough to warrent such behavior, she could be a regular old den mother. If someone who didn't know her well saw her acting like this, they'd never guess she could tear their throat out without a second thought.

Dark Storm padded over to Ophelia, studying her with a curious expression on his face, head tilted and ears swerved toward her. She looked like she was about to faint.

[Sheera]

Ophelia stood up and padded hurriedly away. She lied down about two yards away and covered her eyes breathing unsteadily. "eh." she said in a sickly voice.

She whimpered a 'yes' and carefully tried to rise on her trembling legs. They crippled to the ground. She winced then curled into a weak ball.

[Ärï]

Zenya's eyes softened further. "Shh Clover, don't move too much." Zenya glanced at Dark Storm expectantly. Promptly the dark brute slowly approached. Zenya lowered herself to the ground, hoping she was as strong as she thought. Carefully, Dark Storm gripped Clover's scruff and helped shift the pregnant femme onto Zenya's back. Zenya stood, grunting softly with the effort of standing with the added wieght. Luckily Clover was small and young so she weighed about as much as a fully grown wolf now, which Zenya could lift though not for long.

Dark Storm took the lead, guiding Zenya toward an abandoned den nearby. When they reached it, Zenya laid down and Dark Storm again helped shift Clover from Zenya's back before stepping back.

[Sheera]

Ophelia stayed in her place, not moving when they did. She finally after they had left, had gotten up. She shook her body from head to tail, refreshing. She shivered involunteerily then sat and groomed her paw. If they got too far she could easily track them.

Clover curled up on the ground of the den and shivered involunteerily, occasionally giving a few coughs.

[Ärï]

Zenya carefully laid down next to Clover, to offer warmth and whatever comfort she could. Dark Storm sat outside of the den, unwillingly guarding the femmes. Why did he always get stuck with faes? It was a mystery to him. He managed to find some cobwebs nearby and passed them down to Zenya. Zenya in tern began gently applying them to Clover's blood-slicked pelt. She wondered where Moon was but then decided to look for her blind friend later. "Clover....how far along are you?" Zenya asked softly, grooming Clover's ears soothingly. Moon was somewhat of a healer, but they could find someone to help make sure Clover would have her pups and both would be ok.

[Sheera]

"Does it matter?" she said in the harshest tone her weak vocals could handle. "I don't want his bloodlines in me..." she said in a calmer, softer tone. "There is this wolf.. you see? I believe his name is Dioblo, well he once removed pups from a-- what was it?-- oh yes, he removed pups from an alphess from the packs." she paused. "She didn't live, but she knew she wasn't going to live. She died removing the bloodlines of another brute, the young femora I spoke to when I escaped the second time told me his name was Mephisto. He had forcebred her, you see, and she wouldn't give birth to such bloodlines. She died, clean of his bloodlines, while Dioblo did his job." she said this in a somewhat brave voice in her raspy tone.

[Ärï]

Zenya frowned deeply and her topaz eyes hardened to a glare once more. "Clover that is horrible" Zenya barked firmly. "Absolutely disgusting. You are not the first and you will not be the last fae to be forced. Nor will you be the first wanting the pups gone. Moon herself has offered a forced fae to take her young when the pups were born to save the mother from a horrible sin and give the young ones a chance. Killing yourself and innocent young ones is the most disgusting thing I can think of, far worse then the forcing itself." Zenya knew it was harsh but it was true. She wasn't a motherly fae, not outwardly, but Zenya would never ever consider killing pups innocent of the wrong doings of their parents. "Those little ones inside you, they can't help what happened nor can they change it. They just want a chance at life, a chance you are considering taking away."

[Sheera]

"When they're born.. He'll take them. Soon he'll train them the way.. the way of his life. He'll start with the brutes, he'll 'toughen' them up Do you know how awful that will be? Do you know what these pups could become? They become-- become like him." she said and shivered. That thought thoroughly shook her. "They--" she stopped and changed her statement. "The brutes... he'll train them to do exactly as he does---" she shuddered violently. "The females.. who knows if he'll train them at all? He-- he could kill them.. violently, slowly!"