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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 25, 2008 18:27:59 GMT -5
The wolf had searched every crack, every crevice, every open space, every dark corner, every inch of the land she was allowed. She could use her unusual gift of sensing pawsteps, but she'd been hoping, until now, that eveything would be all right and Illustrian wouldn't have wandered this far from home. Now, she was resigned, grimly, to find out exactly where he'd gone.
The sight the femme saw was atrocious, her dear son, only six moons, lying dead and bleeding on the ground. His entrials littered the ground, his brain visible and bloodied through the cracks in his delicate skull. His pelt was a tattered mess, most of the thick fur was heavy on the ground, torn from his scarred corpse.
She let loose her scream, eyes wide with agony. She closed her eyes, swaying on her paws. She collapsed in a heap, hitting the ground hard and swimming in the inky black of unconsiousness.
She didn't wake until an hour later, and it took her a very long time to be able to stand and look at the tangled mess of torture that was her son's cold body. She looked away quickly, knowing already there was no way she'd be able to take him back to the barn by the Twilight Lake to bury him. He would never get there in one piece. There was just no way.
With trembling paws and quivering lips, she began to dig the grave he would finally be laid to rest in.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jun 25, 2008 23:06:55 GMT -5
Mythic's deep grey pelt appered. She limped slightly after her fall had broken her leg it had never quite healed well. She had a hard time hunting for her front leg was a tad bit astrey. Her eyes flitted over the body. She had had the desiese and her sister had pushed her over the cliff, she hadn't aboandoned anybody. She would make it back to her pack when she knew the way, if they would accept one who hadn't finished her formal training and had a disabitlity.
Myth's oceanic blue eyes fell on the mother and the grave, and the body. She let out a small gasp as she hobbled foreward of her legs. She stumbled slightly but got her footing back and moved forward.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 25, 2008 23:10:38 GMT -5
Santi's auds were sharp, and she turned to face Mythic, eyes livid and cold at first, swimming with tears of fresh broken agony. Slowly, she calmed, but the sorrow still trickled down her face in a steady stream, green storm clouds bursting with the pain she now faced. But she also knew, through the tangled briars of her mind, that this wolf had taken no part in Illustrian's death. This wolf had not murdered in cold blood.
"W-Who are you?" She managed to stutter after a long, intense stare down.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Jun 26, 2008 18:40:31 GMT -5
Akeno walked into the hollow and looked around. She looked at Santi and Mythic and the dead body. Then she sat down.
((Three sentences and I walked in. Hah!))
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 26, 2008 18:50:49 GMT -5
( Somebody begs you to rp and this is what they get. *sigh*  ) Santi's gaze switched from Mythic to Akeno, her eyes narrowed. She wasn't so sure about this wolf. Maybe he hadn't done the terrible crime that had been committed here, but still, she wasnt' so sure about either of them yet. "What's your name?" She asked the newcomer, voice not hostile, but not friendly, either. She was standing, having already mourned enough for the night. She would, unfortunately, have to bring the news back to the others in the pack. And then they would have to move. To leave here and never return. They would go to the Secret Cabin, and there, no wolf would ever find them. Not unless they knew the way. And the path was a winding one, but it was easy if you knew where you were headed. The only concern left in her mind is that someone, particularly Loni, that demonic fae, or whoever had killed her dearest son, would follow them. Then, their last safe haven might be lost completely. You don't usually see too many loners up and about at one time. Well, I suppose Black Fury's Gang has everyone a bit....worked up. |
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Post by Destiny on Jun 26, 2008 18:55:24 GMT -5
"Moon. Please Moon. I need you Moon. I'd going to die soon Moon. I need to see your face again. I need to taste your scent again. I need to stand there and stare at you like your my everything, because you are. Moon, I need you Moon." The words came from the maw in a rough, exhausted manner. The voice cracking constantly. The wolf was strong again, his pelt glimmering with the health he had regained. Powerful muscles rippling beneath his peltage. For a senior wolf, around the age of a senior wolven warrior, he was strong and fit. Auds had heard the distant scream a while ago. Only, he had been a bit busy. Still was. But perhaps he feared that he would find Moon dead. Perhaps that's what drove him to race like the wind towards the wolves. Or perhaps he was just remembering the joy of running so fast you forget all your troubles for a few seconds.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Jun 26, 2008 18:58:14 GMT -5
((I'm sorry  )) "I'm Akeno," she growled. "And may I ask who are you and what are you doing here?" Her fur on her shoulders began to bristle. Something told her that the reason why the wolf was here had to do with the dead body. |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 26, 2008 19:29:48 GMT -5
{Psht. It's nothin' } Santi bristled, too. The nerve! She had to concentrate for a moment on not being too agitated; Akeno apparently had no idea about what happened here, or at least it would seem that way. "My name is Santi, and I just buried my son. Something happened here, and he wasn't missing long. I need to know if either of you saw who murdered him?" Her voice was flat, steely, cold. She groaned inwardly as yet another wolf appeared. This wolf seemed to be in a panic, hysterics, something to alter him from his usual state. Whatever it was, Santi wasn't alltogether sure he was innoccent and safe. She glanced at the other wolves, wondering if they knew who this newcomer was. He'd better not be the one who did this or I swear he won't get out of here alive... She flexed her claws, but buried them in the dirt. Not yet. Be sure before you make a move on anyone. The whole forest was rabid once but that didn't mean every poor spirit was a killer. |
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Post by Destiny on Jun 26, 2008 19:40:08 GMT -5
Suddenly, there was another wolf. Insanity shimmering in the depths of her optics of electric blue fire. Crimson coated her two front legs, many wounds, all not overly deep, covered them. Some looked older, healed, other's were new. Claws were painted scarlet once again, perhaps they would always be, and so were her fangs. But whose blood was it? Surely, it wasn't her own.... or maybe it was. The creature was massive, about three quarters the size of the humongous alabaster loner known as Thite, who was one of the largest wolves around. Canvas of night glimmered eerily with hues of crimson blood.
The brute didn't bother turning his crown. The reek of blood told him who the fae coming towards him, or maybe not, was. He didn't care, she wouldn't hurt him.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jun 26, 2008 19:46:39 GMT -5
Myth's eyes suddenly sharpened to hold the femme's gaze. She shook her thick fur and the young fae looked up. She hadn't spoken to any since she had been sent away from her family, her voice was soft and gentle as she murmured," I have no name," she said a little bit bitterly. She looked to the body, she looked closely at the ounds, it had either been a bear or a group of wolves. The wolf was horrible killed and she looked up at the femmora, "He is your sun, if I'm not wrong." she murmured.
She was a petty she-wolf, her soft, thick dark fur, her deep blue eyes, and her skinny frame. She was strong but unable to fight, except for her own special way of fighting with an injury. She looked at the new wolf and had put on her most peircing glare.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 26, 2008 22:56:17 GMT -5
"That's what I said just now," Santi answered coldly. She didn't like hanging around other loner folk, in fact, it was rare to find many wolves she actually did enjoy the company of. Rejected from the Siverians, exiled from the Destinians, all for a strange gift she didn't think she'd ever be able to get rid of.
Oh trust me. If I could I would be rid of it...
But she had a suprisingly large pack at home, and had even befriended the wolf who's name was Misty. There were decent wolves out there.
She took no interest in each seperate tale of torment, though their eyes reminded her strangely of Akaira's when she'd first seen them. Now, however, they did not hold her. No, not like Akaira's pawsteps had. She turned away from the wolves padding off. She didn't find any resolve, no answers to her numerous questions, nothing to quench the undying thirst for revenge. She hadn't really expected any of them to be able to answer her. She wondered, briefly, if they would stop her, or if they would follow.
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Post by Destiny on Jun 27, 2008 8:29:36 GMT -5
The fae was heading for Santi. Blood splattering the earth as she ran, long strides carrying her body quickly towards the fae. "BURIED HIM DID YOU?!?" Came the words that might have held some sanity had they not been screamed in a demented tone. Yes, this fae had been there. Had tried to save the pup, perhaps. Quite a torture Sekhmet had given. Quite a torture indeed.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 27, 2008 22:46:23 GMT -5
Santi immediately turned, face of furious anger directed like lightning to the wolf who'd spoken. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" The snarl came, venemous, an unconcealed open threat, like a smoking gun. "AND WHAT IN HELLFIRE'S NAME DID YOU DO TO MY SON?!" She was pushing past the other wolves, eyes locked and never leaving the wretched, wicked femme.
Soft laughter came from a hilltop as Sekhmet enjoyed the outcome of her hideous deeds. They could not see her, nor would they hear her from this far off. With luck there would be a fight. That would be one less wolf she'd have to put into a death trap.
Useful...these chain reactions.
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Post by Destiny on Jun 28, 2008 7:43:28 GMT -5
A wicked laugh erupted from the bloody maw. "IDIOT! I DID NOTHING TO YOUR PUP!" Serra kept up her pace, with luck she'd soon be towering over the other wolf. "On my pelt you scent only my own blood, no one else's. In my eyes you see only madness, not blood lust nor fury. My heart is not black, not as black as the night. This deed was not mine. I do not torture, I kill. I am not sane, but I am fair." A snarl ripped from her throat, but it was from her madness and nothing else. Suddenly there was a snarl of pain as she sliced herself across the front right limb. "I'm sure you know her well, know the deeds of her as well. I'm sure you do."
The older brute, the hysterical one, had not been expecting what met him when his figure dissapeared into the cover of the forest. Dagger like fangs pierced the flesh of his neck, wicked claws ripped down his shoulders, leaving deep wounds all the way to his paws. Nezero jerked his head backwards, flung his body around, tried to run. "MOON!" His frontal half made it out of the forest, then there was air beneath his front paws as claws hooked to his back dragged him back. The fur, he could feel it being ripped from his flesh. Piece by painful piece. Tail was caught in the fangs and ripped clear off, only to be discarded nearby as a screech of agony erupted from his maw. Suddenly the world went black, and his face was nearly ripped clear off his skull. Claws ripped at the ears, the nose, the eyes. Destroying the beauty of the brute before fangs ripped at his neck once again. And then Nezero was dead. Just like he had predicted.
Loni took off, crimson painting his canvas anyway, and raced swiftly through the forest. Twisting, turning, zig-zagging and doubling over his scent trail so that no wolf, not even the greatest of tracker's, would be likely to find him. And then he too was gone.
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- New Moon, Shadow Walker
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