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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 24, 2008 20:09:48 GMT -5
Rye stumbled through the undergrowth, desperate to get away. He had no idea whatsoever where his paws were taking him. He ran and ran until there was no air left for his lungs to pump through his veins. He collapsed at the Blood Circle and let the sobbing overwhelm him.
Why?
Anelie will hate me...
Why?
I will be banished, if not executed.
Why?
I will be known as a killer.
Why?
WHY?!
He knew even then, as he lay wallowing in misery, that he would have to tell someone. And that someone was Anelie. And she would hate him. He was sure of it.
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Post by Sheera on May 24, 2008 21:10:31 GMT -5
Anelie's ragged, ripped form teetered towards Rye, her small, stubbed tail wagging. She smiled warmly towards him, her wounds ripping open, again, as she did so.
"You know, you're the reason my wounds aren't healed!" she growled playfully. "You make me smile so much, they rip open too often!"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 24, 2008 21:13:55 GMT -5
Rip.
Rye winced. "You shouldn't say that..."
Tear.
"...I'm....I'm not a good wolf, Anelie..."
Slit.
"...not good for you...."
Blood.
"...I did something very bad. And there's no changing it, there's no going back, and you deserve better. The pack deserves better. So I'm leaving..."
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Post by Sheera on May 24, 2008 22:02:42 GMT -5
"Oh, Rye, it's okay... you didn't cause the wounds," she chuckled, and scuffed his ear with her paws, ripping open a wound on her shoulder.
"Pssht. There goes another one!" she giggled and layed down, completely missing Vance's point.
"We're both proeliaters now! We can do great for our pack, and we can fight against the evil, poisonous apples that are the Siverians and Destinians!"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 24, 2008 23:49:20 GMT -5
Rye shook his head rather violently. "Anelie, no! I can't stay here! When this comes out, the pack won't want me, the forest won't want me, you won't want me!" He sighed.
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Post by Sheera on May 25, 2008 0:00:13 GMT -5
Finally, and abruptly, she jerked into the understanding that something was torturing him.
"It can't be that bad, I mean, if I didn't want you it have to be like murder or something," she murmured licking his muzzle comfortingly.
[ if you really wanna chase her off, you oughta have him almost kill her because of his anger, anxiety, and guilt, but of course, we wouldn't want that... eh? ]
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 25, 2008 0:07:43 GMT -5
Rye flinched, shieing away from her. "I...I did what I had to do....she didn't want to live!" He barked, backing away, eyes still streaming. "She didn't want to live!" he repeated, crazed.
{Nah. He's not a killer.=] }
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Post by Sheera on May 25, 2008 0:14:02 GMT -5
Anelie cocked her head, eyes wide. "Rye! You didn't!" she gasped, tears beginning to fill in her eyes. "Wh-who didn't want to live?" her voice shook, she was now trembling violently.
[What you just said 'he's not a killer' seriously does not fit your post *points* XD]
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 25, 2008 0:16:25 GMT -5
{ Noooo! Silly, I meant he killed someone...but he's not a killer! I know that sounds weird, but if you think about it, it makes sense. He's not going to go around killing wolves again! Just that one! XD }
"It doesn't even matter anymore!" Rye croaked, sobbing now. "I'll go away. I won't come back, and you'll never have to look at me again. Never."
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Post by Sheera on May 25, 2008 0:20:49 GMT -5
Anelie remembered Flower's absense, as she stared at the ground. "...Flower, no!" she gasped, her limbs aching now.
Her knees gave up in her desperation, and she crumpled to the ground, emotions confused, spinning with depair.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 25, 2008 0:26:03 GMT -5
"Goodbye, Anelie," he whispered, still sobbing terribly. "I....I want you to know something...." he looked up, eyes still streaming, but sincerity shimmering on their glassy surfaces. "I....I love you. And I'm not a murderer. I made a mistake and took a life and now it's going to cost my own life. So goodbye." He swallowed hard, ripping his gaze from her lovely form. The mountains would be the easiest way. He almost didn't deserve such an easy passing. He supposed he could go to Black Fury and demand an execution. Yes, that would be better...
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Post by Sheera on May 25, 2008 0:29:12 GMT -5
Anelie curled up tightly, having not enough strength to get up. Tears streamed from her eyes now, she said nothing for a long while, crying silently, until, finally, her shaky voice said,
"and mine."
Before a second past, she had plunged her claws into her throat, blood splattering in all directions.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 25, 2008 0:33:58 GMT -5
"ANELIE NO!" Rye screamed, rushing forward and pulling her claws away from her throat. He looked around for cobwebs, found only a miniscule amount, and pressed them on the bleeding. His eyes raked the clearing for anymore webs, but he did not want to leave Anelie's side. He tore up some of the grass and added it to the cobwebs, praying that she hadn't dug in deep enough to sever anything.
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Post by Sheera on May 25, 2008 0:43:14 GMT -5
Anelie choked, blood coming with her violent coughs. Her eyes burned, tears streaming rapidly, as she gazed intently up at Rye.
"I can't live without you, Rye, and if you are going to take away your life, then I will do the same!" she spoke with intense love, her claws grabbing into his chest, pulling him closer.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 25, 2008 0:50:38 GMT -5
"I killed my mother, Anelie. If you want me to stay....I need you to trust that I'll never do anything like that again..." He pleaded, still mopping up the blood with his mixture of cobwebs and grass.
{These guys so get wolf couple of the month.}
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