Who I Once Was, Who I am Now

[Sheera]

Ophelia shook out her paw sending bits of blood everywhere. She shrugged then silently followed Dark Storm. Her feet were light, though somehow he always n=knew she was behind him.. how could he? She had much to learn.. she was downwind.. her scent couldn't reach him.. but how could he know she was there?

[Ärï]

A refreshed snarl rose from Dark Storm's chest and his black lips curled back. Patience shot, he whirled around, a heavy paw making contact with the pup's head. It would be enough to unbalance her, possibly knock her out. He hoped for the second one. He hated taking down wolves younger, less experienced or weaker then he was. Dark Storm leapt off the path he'd been following and took off at a flat run, leaping over logs, sprinting through brooks, weaving through trees and undergrowth. She'd never find him now, especially if she was stunned or knocked out for a couple hours. It would be long enough to get out of the Bitterwind Valley and somewhere else, far from that annoying pup. But...she wasn't so annoying...he just wished he could see he didn't want her around. He wanted to be left to his misery, not have someone worry or care about him. He didn't deserve that.

[Sheera]

It was true.. she was stunned.. knocked to the ground... abused. She felt as though a blade had ripped into her side.. and continued to rip... her head pounded with blood.. and she felt as though she was drowning in a pool of her own blood.. in fact.. she was just loosing oxygen... at her young age.. blows like that.. killed.

[Ärï]

The lanky fox-like form of Rikki could be barely seen as he wove through the dark night, driven by a strange lack of sleep and restless paws. The strange southern wolf paused as he caught a scent. Blood. Oh my he thought, turning and padding toward the source. It was a pup. A blow to the head. Scavanging up cobwebs, Rikki bound the wound on the pup's head, murmuring reassuring words though he doubted the young femme could hear him. "There, blood stops for now" Rikki said, his maned-wolf accent thick in his voice. The long-legged fox looking wolf laid down near the pup to keep her warm, his ginger fur a bit longer then most wolf fur. It seemed another wolf had been here and left in a hurry.

[Sheera]

She wined and whimpered as she struggled against unconsciousness. She kicked uncontiousness with all the power she could and she half-opened her eyes. To her surprise she saw a 'fox' next to her. She growled weakly at it.. not remembering what had happened before. She didn't remember the wolf she had seen before.. or what he had done. She just remembered loosing oxygen.

[Ärï]

"Hush youngling" Rikki barked in calming tones. "Enemy I am not, no no. I am friend, you're head is wounded. You had best rest now, yes yes." Rikki chuckled. His odd accent usually won over most pups though he doubted either his accent or stories would sooth this pup. He didn't blame her. Obviously the extent of damage done was unintentional but temporary memory loss would probably result from it. Sooner or later, Rikki was sure the pup would remember her attacker.

[Sheera]

She growled at the wolf once more. "Friend or enemy.. it does not matter.. get away from me you evil batter!" she snarled weakly. She had no idea what her words meant. She didn't remember what happened... but she knew her head hurt the most... so someyone had hit her on the head... it felt as though someone had struck her on the head with a bat. So she called them.. a batter.

OCC: She rhymes!!

[Ärï]

Rikki chuckled but made no move to leave. "You are quite a spirited little one, yes yes" Rikki barked, still chuckling lightly. "I did not strike you youngling. The harm done seemed like a warrior in desperate measure." Rikki laid his long-muzzled head on his black paws and yawned. "It seems they still prowl near."

Dark Storm's scent lingered though the brute was not quite as close as Rikki assumed. Storm had fled but not out of the Bitterwind Valley. He was near the edge of it, trying to decide if he should go back and make sure the pup was alright or not. He wouldn't have to go close...just close enough to know if she'd wake up or had left.

[Sheera]

She snarled again... but this time weaker than before and something that felt as if it were piercing through her neck made her screech. Her eyes closed and she slipped into uncontiousness despite her fights against it.

[Ärï]

Dark Storm appeared, balancing on a branch at the edge of the clearing where Rikki and the pup were. His topaz eyes watched as the fox-like wolf groomed the pup that had followed him. "Take care of her old one" Storm murmured.

Rikki raised his brown eyes to look at Dark Storm, a small smile on his maw. Dark Storm didn't hang around to chat. He leapt from the branch and vanished once more in the night-darkened undergrowth. Rikki returned to grooming the unfortunate pup. Rikki had a small idea of what had happened. The older wolf had grown annoyed by the pup. Being larger his strike may have been light to a fully grown wolf but to a pup it was harmful.

[Sheera]

She growled as she came back to uncontiousness. She lept to her feet bristling angrily and her hackles up again. She remembered. She spat angrily and her eyes blazed with ferocity. She barked ferociously at every small noise. She smelled his scent. He had been here. She would have revenge on him. When it came she would be strong enough.. she would have revenge. She knew his scent. She would follow it when the time came.

[Ärï]

Rikki yawned, awakened by the yipping of the pup. "Will you please hush youngling?" Rikki pleaded sleepily. "The scents you smell are long stale now hush before I get headache as well." Black-tipped ginger ears laid back against Rikki's skull as if to block out all the noise the pup was making. With his luck some other grumpy wolf would be awakened and come to silence the noise. Wouldn't that be a fun night? Rikki prefered not to entertain the idea.

[Sheera]

She rolled her eyes at his 'oldness' she flicked her tail at the wolf her hackles still up.. her fur still bristling. She raced away striding away from the scent of her attacker. She would train.. and train hard she would.. until the day came that she would staulk the dear wolf that crushed her inners. She disapeared into the darkness... gone she was.

[Ärï]

Dark Storm sat at the bank of a rippling stream, amber eyes half closed and misty with thought. Storm did this often. Some called it meditating. He called it a walk down memory lane. He remembered the more innocent moons, playing with Thistle and some of the other pack pups. Then the war had come. Wolves died every day. He had grown. Been trained. Then he had fought. Battle after battle somehow he had survived. Now here he sat, drowning in his memories, not wanting to be saved, just wanting to live a miserable life as some sort of payment. He failed to hear the pawsteps of an approaching wolf.

[Sheera]

A growl grew in her throat as she saw the wolf but she quickly halted it and she stayed in the shadows her eyes glistening with hatrid. She stayed there.. watching his every move. Her eyes watching intently.. everything he did. Every move he made.. everything.