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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 13:05:19 GMT -5
A lone being lie sleeping. Noyone could tell this being's natural color. Blood smothered her body on the visable side. Her shoulder.. ripped into.. torn... deep. In her skin ingraved painfully were a set of fangs that bled flowingly. Across her face were deep clawmarks that sent blood flowing down her face.
Her eyes opened revealing strikingly beautiful pools of sky blue. Though she was smothered in blood she was still strikingly beautiful. Immediately after her eyes opened tears spilled from her eyes and her body trembled. She remembered the horrible experiance she had the day before. As she lifted herself into a sitting position dry blood cracked and let a new flow of blood release into her fur. She winced then she lied down again staring into an unseen view with eyes of innocense.
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Ärï
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you got the rhythm, i got the blues
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Post by Ärï on Jan 21, 2008 13:42:29 GMT -5
The form of a tri-colored femmora wove through the undergrowth. The scent of blood had what had first caught her interest and now she was tracking it like a hound on the heels of a deer. Leaping over a fallen log, Zenya trotted along her path. Her paws moved faster as she neared the source. It was blood, pup blood from the smell of it. Zenya slowed her pace as she neared the fallen wolf. Slowly, the tri-colored she-wolf drew closer, sniffing at a wound here or there carefully. Turning, she padded over to a frozen fern, pulling off leaves to cover the wounds.
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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 16:42:54 GMT -5
The eyes of innocense flickered with alarm. Were they back? Her fur bristled and her tail hid in between her legs. Her ears lie flat on her dial and she cowered lower than she was. As the femmora got close she shrugged closer to the ground. Please don't be the Envy in which they speak of. She cowered low to the ground. She was so shocked that the terrible experiance had happened to her.
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Ärï
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Post by Ärï on Jan 21, 2008 16:45:30 GMT -5
"Quit cowering, I'm not gonna hurt you" Zenya barked. She wasn't one for sympathy and wasn't much of a social wolf. The femme sat next to the injured wolf and began using the dry fern leaves to cover her wounds. It would take too long to hunt down enough cobwebs. For now these would work until she could look for something better or maybe track down that healer she'd run into a few days back, Mirage, or something like that. "Just hold still or this is gonna hurt more then it should."
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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 16:55:56 GMT -5
Clover stopped cowering and held still. her mind was confused and hurt in so many ways. Her young mind did not know what to think about the day before. She had barely believed it had happened before she had discovered how bad her wounds were. Her shoulder blazed like fire. She felt like the bastards were still ripping into her.
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Ärï
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Post by Ärï on Jan 21, 2008 17:00:00 GMT -5
"Ok that should hold for now. I'm gonna pick you up and take you to my den ok? Just hold still." Zenya bent her head and gently gripped the pup's scruff, lifting her up. Zenya made sure not to hold too tightly yet held firm enough to keep the pup from dropping. Zenya set off at a light speed, dogged only by the added weight of carrying the young one. She didn't mind however. Zenya was strong, strong enough to carry a pup. Finally she reached a block in the path where several logs had fallen. They made a hollow in the middle, protected yet open enough for a den. Carefully, Zenya slipped inside, stepping on springy moss and laying the pup on it, careful of her wounds. "I'm going to go find cobwebs, don't move." Zenya turned and padded out of the wood den to search for cobwebs and possibly marigold.
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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 17:32:02 GMT -5
Clover was overwhelmed. She was overwhelmed by everything. She was terrified of life now. She would never be the same. Plus. Pups were on the way. The pups of the son of a cat that had cruelly mauled and forcebred her. She was to young to have pups. She wasn't old enough. She would surely die if she had pups.. or be in horrible pain. She still hadn't spoken a word. Not since the brutes had come. Those sons of a cats. If she ever saw them again... she would probably either run for her life and cower like a pup.
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Ärï
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Post by Ärï on Jan 21, 2008 17:37:24 GMT -5
Zenya returned and silently removed the fronds from the fern and replaced them with cobwebs which proved much better at stopping bleeding. When her task was finished, Zenya laid down. She kept a respectful distance from the injured young wolf. She knew from experiance how wolves could be when wounded and from the look of this pup, in emotional shock. Whatever had happened to her, she wouldn't want to talk about. Zenya wouldn't press her. "If you need water or food or something let me know." Zenya rested her head on her paws.
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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 17:43:56 GMT -5
She simply nodded and closed her eyes. She thought about the brute's faces.. there merciless smirks.. their sinister ways of getting what they want.. it made tears well up in her eyes thinking of them. She seemed to watch the whole scene over again.. feel the whle scene over again. Her shoulder burned and the claw marks across her faces sent a spasm of pain through her body. Then worst of all.. finally.. she remembered the brute's words. 'I'd like to know my mate's name.' She finally comprehended the last sentence he spoke to her. As he tore his claws across her skin creating a pair of fangs. 'Now I know if its you' She shuddered and tensed as the pair of fangs blazed far worse than she had remembered. She clenched her teeth and tightened her muscles.
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Post by Ärï on Jan 21, 2008 17:48:42 GMT -5
Zenya watched the fae as she slept. Her sleep seemed very uneasy. From the smells Zenya could guess what had happened. It was unfortunate. Forcebred faes usually wound up dead or twisted emotionally until they were just a mess. Rising carefully, Zenya padded toward the sleeping fae at a slow pace. Zenya wasn't social but she wasn't heartless. She did have a mothering side. A strong one. It just didn't show itself often. Carefully Zenya settled next to the fae, grooming her ears and head while she slept.
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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 19:37:03 GMT -5
Her visions of the brutes settled. Her mothers image edged its way into her mind. Her mother and her siblings curled up happily together. There was no sign of her son of a cat father either. Her father had also forcebred her mother.. but while her mother was to young like Clover was now. Her mother had gotten a sickly disease and her father to her away returning saying he had murdered her. But there was no sign of him anywhere and that relaxed her. She nestled her mother happily, in reality nuzzling Zenya.
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Post by Ärï on Jan 21, 2008 19:40:38 GMT -5
Zenya stiffened ever so slightly as the pup nuzzled her winter-thickened fur but forced herself to relax. It seemed the pup was finally relaxing. It would at least help her feel better to have a good rest after what had happened to her. Zenya usually wasn't sympathetic but she knew better then to take things like this lightly. Her ears pricked at the soft pawsteps of someone outside the den. Raising her head, Zenya's liquid topaz eyes lighted upon the slender form of an ivory femmora heading toward them with light pawsteps and misty blue eyes. Moon. The blind she-wolf Zenya had found a few nights ago. She had proved good company.
"I was beginning to think I should worry" Zenya commented, watching the blind she-wolf approach.
"Sorry" Moon said in her soft voice, misty eyes finding Zenya without problem, almost like she wasn't blind. "Who's our guest?"
"A victim" Zenya murmured softly.
Moon nodded and sat outside the den, sitting guard.
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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 20:53:32 GMT -5
Clover's dreams flooded with her mother's sweet aroma. She breathed it in happily her eyes flooding with tears of joy in and out of the dream. She was finally with her mother once more... somewhere deep inside she knew it was a dream... but she wanted it so bad to be real. Her and her family.. subtract her father was her perfect dream.
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Post by Ärï on Jan 21, 2008 21:00:32 GMT -5
Moon watched the pup and Zenya though she could not see them, she watched through her other senses. "Zenya...I never knew you to be much of a mother" Moon commented.
Zenya shot Moon a playful yet stern look before remembering Moon couldn't see it. "I took you in didn't I?" Zenya asked sarcasticly.
"I didn't come to you, nor did I ask to be taken in" Moon shot back, a slight smirk curling on her ivory maw.
Zenya rolled her eyes. "I'm rolling my eyes just so you know now hush up before we wake her."
Moon shrugged and laid down at the entrance of the den, laying her head on her paws. Misty blue eyes stayed on the world outside the den, incase the wolves that had hurt the pup decided to track her or any other trouble decided to come their way. Zenya continued grooming the pup's ruffled fur.
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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 21:18:20 GMT -5
Clover felt at home.. literally. Her dreams were filled with lushious fantasies of a better puphood. Fantasies that her mother had found the love of her life and happily had her pups. Fantasies that her father did not exist. She smiled a wolf smile.. in her dreams pain seemed to slip away.. fantasies seemed to become reality.
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