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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 10, 2008 0:10:48 GMT -5
The sun had downed a few hours ago, but there was as much life as, if not more than, there had been in daylight. A wolf, white-kissed with a winter-colored pelt, was winding her way tdown from the heights of the Sheeran Camp, her paws set on a definite destination.
Things had been so frazzled, so hard to handle, so upside down for Winter lately. First her brother pinned her down in the middle of the camp, in the midst of a meeting, claiming he wasn't really her brother and he loved her. Firstly, the action itself contradicted the last words. Secondly, I know he's not, but I think of him that way. Thirdly, we hardly spoke at all! Ridiculous...but he's gone now. He won't hurt me, either....
She had this talk with herself frequently, and sometimes it worked. But for some reason, she still shivered whenever she was alone in the nest;; whenever Vance was on a late patrol or gaurd duty. She couldn't shake the feel that he would come back. And he would hurt her, force his hand, completely tear apart whatever life she planned to build with Vance. Parnoia, perhaps.
I hope so...
Second, Mist and Owen were murdered brutally, as the horrid wounds on their corpses had shown. Seidei was missing, too, and Lirenia, a proxy, would have to lead them. It wasn't the first time a proxy had taken over --- Night had done it for the Yozorans, and Sabela hadn't been beta or proxy before her leadership. It was rare, though. And those were the only two cases she ever had heard of with such circumstances. This did not help settle the pack, and though many supported Lirenia, there was certainly something stirring in the forest that had yet been named and discovered. And they'd thought Black Fury was bad enough....
And now came the real dilema,...the most painful of her three demons. She and Vance.
She loved him, and she was certain he at least felt some affection for her. But she was scared. Scared that Julian had done something to irrevocably scar them both. She was afraid to had children, afraid that Julian would come back and hurt them, or worse, Vance. Her deepest fear of all. Starting a life with the wolf she loved, though it tormented her and she wanted it so badly.
She slipped into the warm waters, closing her eyes and sighing heavily.
I really need a release from all of this....
She leaned against the rock, letting the waters lull her.
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Post by Sheera on Jul 10, 2008 11:47:40 GMT -5
The air halted, tensing as a hostile male stalked, bristling, teeth bared. His silver fur was standing on its end, head whipping back and forth, ears pinned to his head. The brute's hostile behavior would look threatening to most, for he seemed he would attack anything or anyone he saw, was this true?
His dark green eyes sharp with intensity, looking sinister and angry. He seemed as though something close and prescious to him had been stolen, or harmed. His bared teeth were gaped just the smallest amount to allow any scent around to drift in.
He spotted the warm waters, debating on whether he should take a dip, but he decided that if he did, someone could easily sneak up on him, wait for him to get out, and have the advantage of surprise. He decided against it.
He went to the very edge, turned away from the springs and sat, ears perked, teeth bared, leaving the small gape, eyes sharp, fur bristling, looking completely threatening.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 10, 2008 12:25:14 GMT -5
Winter had let the heated, bubbling, aromatic waters wash over her, unknoting the stressed muscles in her back and limbs. It calmed her; it was a steady rocking back and forth, smooth sway, that soothed and relaxed every aspect of her mind and body. She would've floated lazily around the pool had she not been leaning against the rock outline of the springs.
Her senses suddenly perked and she shifted, opening her eyes and scanning the undrebrush. The safe haven of the waters could dull her fear, maybe, but it didn't matter much now. The wet hairs of her pelt began to tingle and surges of fear pulsate through her bloodstream, her veins, up and down her spinal cord. She rose to her paws, but crouched just above the water, eyes narrowed to slits, trying to hide her shaking.
"Who's there?" She demanded.
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Post by Sheera on Jul 10, 2008 13:30:46 GMT -5
It was something the male hadn't expected; he leaped into the air, whipping around, eyes scanning each and ever part of the waters until his eyes lay on her. His tensed muscle relaxed, his lips closed over his bared teeth, eyes turning more gentle, the spine-tingling surprise to hear a voice in the still night was starting to settle.
His tail began to wag slightly, his ears perked towards her, eyes happy. He looked like a puppy waiting for a command from his owner. The corner of his mouth raised into a wolf smile, not revealing his ivory teeth below the silver-marble lips. The brute showed no hostility anymore, almost as if he had forgotten completely of his hostile stance he had posed only moments earlier.
"Hello, Winter!"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 10, 2008 13:39:44 GMT -5
"Vance!" Winter sighed in relief. She giggled at her own startled composure. "Come over here, you little trickster! The water's warm, and I need to soak you for scaring me!" She laughed again, more out of dizzy relief than actual amusement.
Of course it's Vance! Who else would it have been?
She didn't really want to know the answer to that.
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Post by Sheera on Jul 10, 2008 14:04:19 GMT -5
Vance chuckled, at himself and to himself. He was embarressed of his cat-like freak-out. He put two paws in the water, the debate to get in not even crossing his mind, and began to wade to his sweet. The water was a soothing warm, and he was relieved to be in such a place that makes all harsh thoughts evaporate-- but for some reason, his thoughts of Julian still wrestling him down.
That bastard will never near Winter again. If he even steps one paw into packland I'll have him flayed. No-- better: I'm flay him myself. I need to get my paw dirty, and the best way:: fighting him.
he shook his head, little droplets of water flicking off the fur on his muzzle.
He nuzzled Winter affectionately, a small, quiet whimper escaping his jaws, a happy, but paranoid whimper.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 10, 2008 16:05:03 GMT -5
Winter smiled, feeling the familiar happiness and warmth creep into her. Vance's prescence could probably be described as intoxicating, but even the most poignant desire could not stifle her unsettling fears.
"Vance..." she murmured softly, leaning back into the heated waters. "...what's happening to the Sheerans? We're steadily falling apart and I'm not sure if I can handle all of it....we came so far, but now...it's all tangled!"
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Post by Sheera on Jul 10, 2008 18:11:03 GMT -5
Vance took in a breath of air, but paused before he spoke. His mouth closed again and he looked oddly at the sky. He perked his ears towards the sky, soon relaxing and flicking casually.
What is happening to the Sheerans?
The brute shook his head, eyes closed.
"I'm not sure, but don't worry it'll settle soon. Once we attack Black fury's gang that will be one less problem to deal with... Lirenia seems like a strong leader though inexperianced, she will lead us well. Winter, don't worry too much about anything else, I'm here to stay and fend off any wolves or troubles you may have, because I love you." the last three words were said purposefully, and he meant he and every one of them.
He touched his nose to hers, and whispered it again.
"Because I love you."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 10, 2008 18:21:48 GMT -5
And that was it. That was really all she needed to know and hear and understand. It was better than being cured after the plague that had nearly killed her and the rest of wolvenkind. It was so much better.
"I love you, too, Vance," she breathed, resting her head under his chin. Her trembling slowed, as did her rapid heartbeat. It was safe here. She knew that. Mist had fallen from grace, yes, but Lirenia would lead them. With a new beta and proxy, they would morph into a strong pack again. They were Sheerans. They would pull through.
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Post by Sheera on Jul 11, 2008 14:38:45 GMT -5
Vance smiled, an almost undetectable, tiny twitch of his mouth. His eyes flew to a rustle of sound out of the springs. His mouth parted to take in the scent that drifted towards him, and in a split second he was back in his hostile state. His eyes were sharp, ears back, fur standing on its end, teeth bared, and it wasn't hard to figure out who had created the small rustle of sound.
"Stay here." he murmured in a slight growl to Winter. He didn't take the time to make sure she did.
He duck under the water, disapearing, prowling on the bottom of the spring. He prowled, keeping his eyes on the blurry image in which the sound had come from.
He was at the edge of the spring, whoever was there wouldn't be able to see or scent him as he prowl under the water.
The crude looking, wild-eyed male lurked, following the scent of any female, stalking them until he had them cornered, and doing whatever his heart desires. This female... this female was like no other, this female was the one he loved, the one he had been practicing on other females for.
Winter..
He got on his hind legs, eyes set on the prize ahead, ready to pounce on the female who sat alone in the springs. He couldn't wait any longer, mind wild the sensation pricked, he licked his lips, pushing back on his hind legs, now pushing forward with his hindlegs, flying through the air towards the hot springs, ready to crash towards her.
BAM!
Blood spurted as a silver object met the wild male in mid-air. Roars and growls and snarls and whimpers and yelps and howls and yelling and cursing and fighting and slitting and ripping and tearing and slashing, it all was there in the battle that erupted. Blood flew everywhere as the two males fought trying to eliminate the other, fighting for the femme that they both loved.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 11, 2008 15:04:00 GMT -5
"Wait...what? Vance, where are you going?" She woofed, a bit scared. Then her heart stopped. Her blood froze. Her eyes widened like moons as she saw him, her tormentor;; Julian was there.
And Vance was fighting him.
And her fury overcame her deathly fear of Julian immediately. She could feel the bloof roaring through her veins, suddenly pulsating with a new, adrenaline rush. She charged.
I might be a femme, but I am NOT helpless. I am a warrior of the Sheeran pack, and this here is a sick twisted bastard who I WANT DEAD.
Her claws attached to Julian's shoulder, and she tore in as deep as the wild thrasings would allow.
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Post by Sheera on Jul 12, 2008 14:31:38 GMT -5
Julian whipped his head around eyes a sickened-wild, as if he was maddened by the sickness that had almost killed all of wolven kind. He barked happily, blood spilling from a ripping on his skull, and a slice across his neck. One eye was split into two by claw and now he looked as though he had been fighting his entire life. Blood gurgled out of his throat as he howled in pain as blood spurted from his shoulder. He pulled away from her, leaving skin, fur, and flesh on her claws.
"You little femme you!" he growled, and leaped on top of her, trying to pin her down, his own body getting closer to hers.
Something tightened around his neck making a cracking noise followed by the sound of spurting blood, and oozing flesh.
Vance's jaws were clamped around Julian's throat, piercing his spinal chord, and potentially paralyzing him for life.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 12, 2008 16:23:26 GMT -5
Winter's shreik filled the woods, bouncing off of the cliffs and shattering the peace and serenity of the world outside of their battles. She rushed away, not harmed physically, but more scared than she had ever been. "V-Vance....kill him....please..." she pleaded, not really sure how the words had manged to escape her lips, as whispered as they'd been. Her mind told her to run, but she could not leave Vance. Not any closer than her trembling stand ten feet away. Not any farther, either.
It needs to be done. If it's not, he'll just come after us again. We cannot live our lives like this. He's become a tyrant, a wolf I'll never know or recognize again. The real Julian died before he became a warrior. Now, his body, possesed by demons, should not exist either.
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Post by Sheera on Jul 14, 2008 22:44:06 GMT -5
Julian squirmed under Vance's jaws, only able to move a small bit, struggling to remain conscious. He spit blood, claws lashing out trying to make a desperate, yet failed attempt to once again gain control of the female, but his blood was leaving him too fast, spurting and spilling from his wounds. He choked, struggling like a fish out of water, then his attempts to free abrubtly stopped and he fell to the floor with a splash as he landed in his own pool of blood.
Vance glowered over the male, eyes sharp, fierce, he grabbed the wolf's throat in his claws, gripping, he looked into the dark green eyes that mirrored his own expression, misery.
As though rehearsed, they both stared at one another and spoke at the same time.
"Goodbye, dear brother, I'm sorry we must end on this note, but there was no room in this small world for both of us. We shall not meet again, for we will be traveling our seperate realms. The vision had to come true somehow, and now it has. Goodbye."
"That is how blood spills blood, I am, so very sorry, Julian, son of Jen, brother of Vance," this time, only Vance spoke, the light had disappeared from Julian's eyes, as the vision they both had seen since their birth came true.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 14, 2008 22:56:06 GMT -5
Winter was still trembling violently, gasping for breath from her shock and fear. It slowly but surely dissolved, leaving her scarred, but breathing steadily. "Vance..." she whispered, eyes diverted from the scene before her. "What did you mean by 'vision'?"
And who is Jen? Mist is his mother, surely he knows that? And Julian is unfortunately my brother. So what is all of this talk about wolves we've never heard of, wolves who aren't even in the Sheeran Pack?
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