Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 7, 2008 14:39:37 GMT -5
The mountainside was harshly frozen, the stone slippery and sleek even with the summer coming faster than any thought possible. A solitary, bright snowy owl hooted her cry above, circling the wolf's head in a mocking movement. The sun was just rising over the horizon, shedding the first light on the forest below. The world up here was blue and remained undappled by the star's radiant, life-giving light.
He gritted his yellowed fangs with the effort it took to draw himself up the cliffside, finally emerging over the top of the rockface. He stood, shaking his raggedy, disheveled gray pelt. The brute eyes his surroundings suspiciously, banner wavering slightly as the world became silent.
Unearthly silent.
Sekhmet had tracked the brute in the clearing many moons ago, measuring his pawsteps, taking in his character. She'd been planning his test for a while, now, but had yet to follow through with it. She'd been planning to plot her devious intentions into reality whenever Grim finally decided to leave the Siverians. She'd waited calm, patient. And now the time had come. She drew herself stealthily across the stones, eyes glinting at Grim. She set the curry, helpless bundle in front of him, grinning darkly.
"Hello, Grim, Former Siverian. I know exactly who you are, what you have done, and that anger, oh, such a waste, that dwells inside of you. My name will not matter, because I'm sure you will not pass this test in front of you."
"What the--"
"SILENCE!" Her voice was so venemous, so dangerously spat, that it shook the brute a bit. He stared, mouth agape at her.
"Now, listen, for I will say the rules once, and only once." She continued, encasing him with a penetrating glare. "You left the Siverians because you didn't care of them, and they did not care for you. You believe now, since you are a free roamer, that the rules of living simply don't apply. You believe that you have not a care in the world, nothing to do but wallow pointlessly in a misery that you don't even deserve. I have news for you, Grim. Decent wolves roam here, decent wolves do not turn their back when they see and injured, helpess, mother, and her dying pup. You believe you are alone, you belive you have nothing to do with anything. Now, that will change. The pup you see before you is a freakish halfbreed of the loners Santi and Darius. You take this wolf back down the exact way you came, and raise it as your own. By doing this, you will not only stay alive, the pup will be spared a painful sacrificial death by my own claws. You must rip the foul bloo dfrom this wolf's heart, train him, mold him into a different breed than he was born;; make him pure." She snarled. "You have exactly thirty minutes to leave my sight, or you both die regardless. Maybe you'll learn something," she cackled.
"B-But...it took me three hours to get up here!" Grim exclaimed, nosing the pup. "You're mad!"
"Maybe I am, but it's a good thing, otherwise the world would be infested with wolves who are more than mad, wolves who are insane! Now leave me!"
Grim whipped around, glancing over the edge of the cliffside. He glanced down at the pup, a reddish colored male. The youngling twitched in his sleep, unknowing, defenseless. Grim felt her heart quake. Not because he might die today...but because there were wolves that still needed him to protect them. And this pup was one of them.
If we get through this, I'll return you to your mother, then get back to the Siverians, I promise you.
Grim breathed deeply, then took the pup in his mouth gently. He jumped neatly to the ledge below, then began to pick his way down the rockface.
On his way down, he began to realize he'd screwed himself ridiculously. The way that had carried him up the cliff was perhaps the worst way he could've come. He spotted alternative routes beside him, but the words of that demonic fae still seared through his mind. He didn't dare go a step out of line.
He found it odd that the pup was asleep, but he was secretly glad for it. He had no time to lose. Perhaps that she-devil had come up with some sickly concoction to knock the young wolf out. But he already had enough problems to deal with. He had to get out. Had to escape...
The last stretch was there in front of him, just a few leaps and he'd clear the rocks, then take off right into the trees. She'd said to be out of her sight. He was moving as fast as possible, but still trying to be careful. He wouldn't make it if he cut out across the plains. He had to hide, at least for the night.
His paws landed firmly on the soil, and without looking up, he took off, carrying the pup carefully still, but flying as fast as his paws would take him. He glanced back just as he entered the woods, and to his horror, the she-wolf was at the base of the rocks, padding after him calmly.
"Too long, Grim. Now prepare to meet the fate you deserve...this world is sickened with bottom feeders. Now let's be rid of you!"
"NO!" Grim took off, legs pumping hard.
Need to get out. Must get back. Help! There has to be some loner out here...
"HELP! ANYONE! HELP!" He howled, the wind beating him back and roaring in his ears.
Twilight have mercy on me...
He gritted his yellowed fangs with the effort it took to draw himself up the cliffside, finally emerging over the top of the rockface. He stood, shaking his raggedy, disheveled gray pelt. The brute eyes his surroundings suspiciously, banner wavering slightly as the world became silent.
Unearthly silent.
Sekhmet had tracked the brute in the clearing many moons ago, measuring his pawsteps, taking in his character. She'd been planning his test for a while, now, but had yet to follow through with it. She'd been planning to plot her devious intentions into reality whenever Grim finally decided to leave the Siverians. She'd waited calm, patient. And now the time had come. She drew herself stealthily across the stones, eyes glinting at Grim. She set the curry, helpless bundle in front of him, grinning darkly.
"Hello, Grim, Former Siverian. I know exactly who you are, what you have done, and that anger, oh, such a waste, that dwells inside of you. My name will not matter, because I'm sure you will not pass this test in front of you."
"What the--"
"SILENCE!" Her voice was so venemous, so dangerously spat, that it shook the brute a bit. He stared, mouth agape at her.
"Now, listen, for I will say the rules once, and only once." She continued, encasing him with a penetrating glare. "You left the Siverians because you didn't care of them, and they did not care for you. You believe now, since you are a free roamer, that the rules of living simply don't apply. You believe that you have not a care in the world, nothing to do but wallow pointlessly in a misery that you don't even deserve. I have news for you, Grim. Decent wolves roam here, decent wolves do not turn their back when they see and injured, helpess, mother, and her dying pup. You believe you are alone, you belive you have nothing to do with anything. Now, that will change. The pup you see before you is a freakish halfbreed of the loners Santi and Darius. You take this wolf back down the exact way you came, and raise it as your own. By doing this, you will not only stay alive, the pup will be spared a painful sacrificial death by my own claws. You must rip the foul bloo dfrom this wolf's heart, train him, mold him into a different breed than he was born;; make him pure." She snarled. "You have exactly thirty minutes to leave my sight, or you both die regardless. Maybe you'll learn something," she cackled.
"B-But...it took me three hours to get up here!" Grim exclaimed, nosing the pup. "You're mad!"
"Maybe I am, but it's a good thing, otherwise the world would be infested with wolves who are more than mad, wolves who are insane! Now leave me!"
Grim whipped around, glancing over the edge of the cliffside. He glanced down at the pup, a reddish colored male. The youngling twitched in his sleep, unknowing, defenseless. Grim felt her heart quake. Not because he might die today...but because there were wolves that still needed him to protect them. And this pup was one of them.
If we get through this, I'll return you to your mother, then get back to the Siverians, I promise you.
Grim breathed deeply, then took the pup in his mouth gently. He jumped neatly to the ledge below, then began to pick his way down the rockface.
On his way down, he began to realize he'd screwed himself ridiculously. The way that had carried him up the cliff was perhaps the worst way he could've come. He spotted alternative routes beside him, but the words of that demonic fae still seared through his mind. He didn't dare go a step out of line.
He found it odd that the pup was asleep, but he was secretly glad for it. He had no time to lose. Perhaps that she-devil had come up with some sickly concoction to knock the young wolf out. But he already had enough problems to deal with. He had to get out. Had to escape...
The last stretch was there in front of him, just a few leaps and he'd clear the rocks, then take off right into the trees. She'd said to be out of her sight. He was moving as fast as possible, but still trying to be careful. He wouldn't make it if he cut out across the plains. He had to hide, at least for the night.
His paws landed firmly on the soil, and without looking up, he took off, carrying the pup carefully still, but flying as fast as his paws would take him. He glanced back just as he entered the woods, and to his horror, the she-wolf was at the base of the rocks, padding after him calmly.
"Too long, Grim. Now prepare to meet the fate you deserve...this world is sickened with bottom feeders. Now let's be rid of you!"
"NO!" Grim took off, legs pumping hard.
Need to get out. Must get back. Help! There has to be some loner out here...
"HELP! ANYONE! HELP!" He howled, the wind beating him back and roaring in his ears.
Twilight have mercy on me...
- New Moon, Shadow Walker
