Post by Destiny on Aug 3, 2008 12:40:04 GMT -5
It was a wicked night. The moon was not in the sky, the stars were not visible here in the Mountains of Endless Winter. A dark, eerie cloud of fog, or mist, hung in the air. It shrouded the creature in darkness. Hid her in shadows. The wind lashed at the aging, tired figure mercilessly, knocking the wolf down more then once. Even causing her to lose her footing and nearly fall to her death at the edge of a cliff. Though she still carried five lives, five lives she did not want, a fall from such a height would have taken them all. The ground... It had been invisible to her from such a height. The rain had not started yet, but it would before the night would end. It would whip the poor creature until it felt as if she would bleed from each impact. It would try to kill her. The world was trying to kill her tonight. Or, maybe, it was all in her head. The creature moved onwards. Where she was heading, what her goal was, was unknown. Unknown even to her. All the alphess knew was that she wanted to be dead. Wanted the pain, the ache, the agony to end. Her heart had suffered, and suffered for all this time. All these moons since Sirius had died. Slaughtered by Black Fury's Gang. And now, she didn't even have the strength to achieve her revenge. Now when the pack's where so close. So close to winning the battle. And here she was, no longer caring about it. No longer worried for her pack, which would be left in capable paws. Fireflight would take over. The Twilight Realm, at her request, would reject Toss. Refuse to give him his lives. Force him to retire, to be a Senior, as he should. That was what he was destined for now, she was so sure. It was Fireflight that needed to lead her pack. Fireflight who her trust would be put in.
It was a moonless night, but the meaning of that was not of ay importance to the fae. The packs would be holding their annual Moonless Meeting, and when had she started referring to them as separate from herself? When she'd made the decision? When she'd known her death was inevitable. When she'd willed it to come? Because that's what she was doing now. And the direction she was headed in was only beginning to become familier. She was heading towards the old packlands. There was no way that the alpha would ever make it that far. Never make it there to die. Unless luck was on her side. No, not even then. She was going to die soon. It was inevitable. But how? When? By who? Questions that she had no answer to, questions she did not want to know the answers to. Questions that attacked her mind like claws, refusing to leave her alone. To let her wander towards the only home she'd ever known in peace. She was an old wolf, technically she would be retiring to become a Senior in a few moons if she was still a wolven warrior. Technically speaking, that is.
The creature that lurked was massive. His mountainous alabaster figure completely invisible as he hid beneath the stone outcropping. The eyes of the iciest blue were sparked, bright, with madness. Insanity. The gigantic creature shifted from one foot to the other, leaving deeper grooves in the ground with each movement. Each shift of his spectacular weight. The pelt, stained with crimson in more places then one, rippled over the huge muscular build. The freakishly long tassel slapping against the rock, but the wind drowned it out. Auds pinned to his skull so tightly you could have sworn that they were not there. Claws, long, bloody, ripping and slicing at the stone beneath them. Making small grooves in the rock. The brute had never been out this far. Actually, he had. He'd been farther then this. He'd been in the old pack lands, born in the territory of his parents, Gnaw and Bite. Two vicious rogues. If only they could see him now, they'd finally be proud of the son they'd hated. At least, he wanted them to be. But the Twilight Realm had never been so kind as to give Thite what he wanted, never let him keep what he had. Never let him have the peace he so desperately needed.
The wolf continued onwards. The scent on the wind that lashed at her face, forcing her to squint and close her eyes far too often, was unmistakable. Why didn't she turn back? Run? She didn't want to. Blindy the wolf forced herself onwards. The only thought in her head was that she might finally achieve her eternal rest. The rest she so wanted. Aliya would get to see her purpose again. Get to breathe in the scent of her beloved. Get to touch the fur, the beautiful fur, upon his neck. She'd get to lick him on the nose, and say 'I love you', and he'd never dissapear. It wouldn't be like her dreams, her nightmares. He wouldn't fade into the absolute nothingness like the image always did. At least, that's what she thought it would be. That's what she wanted it to be.
Perhaps she should have felt bad, just slightly bad. Here she was, leaving so many of her children to face the worlds without her. Sothis and Silas, her gifted sons, would never see their mother again. Aries, Kilo, Vetra Vaticana, Nutmeg.. was she letting them all down? She wouldn't be there to keep and eye on Rapier, or watch Svel's pups grow into the fine wolves they could be. She wouldn't see her grandchildren, Sothis' pups, grow into great wolves like she was sure they would be. The new love she saw between Kiki and Silas, she wouldn't be there to watch it bud into something beautiful. That was it. And she felt no regret. How could she feel no regret? How could she not care about any of it? But she didn't. Aliya just wanted the pain to end.
The body was there. The midnight fur ruffled by the wind as it whipped against the figure. The creature was strewn across the ground, crimson painting the stone, staining it. Body was intact, so perfectly intact. The only wound was to the throat, which had been ripped wide open. It was clear that the wolf had bled to death, the soul of this creature long gone. Serra was long gone to the Twilight Realm. The brute's eyes were raking over the figure once again. The wolf who had been the sister of his mate. The creature who had been his friend. And now she was dead. And he'd done the deed. But why? The brute kept his complicated thoughts to locked up for anyone to intrude. Now anyways. Silently he wondered if he should go after the other wolf. After his adopted daughter, Belle, who had started fleeing towards the Pack lands hours before. When she saw that this was going to become a battle. When she'd known the outcome before it had happened. It disturbed him, but he wouldn't let that show. There was a scent on the wind, coming towards him now. A wolf. A pack wolf. He loathed Pack wolves. And he loathed Destinians the most. Thite was only to delighted when he realized that the scent belonged to none other then the Destinian alpha herself. Aliya was walking into a death trap.
The rain had not quite begun yet. But the air was getting heavier, and the mist was turning to drizzle around her. Tail dragged behind her, a quiet rustling sound coming from the stone beneath it. Crown had slowly lowered, and now her nose was just inches from the ground. The shoulders were hunched as the wind buffeted her figure. Eyes closed as she walked blindly onward. The blood scent was getting stronger. The wolf scent was more powerful. But she heard nothing. The alphess almost fell as her front right paw slipped on what she thought was ice. Of course, looking down, she realized the ground was covered in frozen blood. Wolf blood. Aliya padded, slowly, onward. Following the trail into the trap. Trying to find the source, the creature that was dead. When her eyes locked on the body, a shiver ran down her spine. The wolf was huge, much larger then her, and a female. What had killed this large midnight creature? What was lurking out here? Would she be next? And that's when it happened.
Thite launched his gigantic form from the shadows, he was on top of Aliya in less then a second. Fangs bared, and lunged for her neck. The crack was sickening, for when they met they ripped into her like she was nothing more then water. The bones broke. The sound was horrid. A choking, gurgling sound as the blood spewed from her throat and mouth. Aliya's eyes rolled back into her head, showing the whites, but it made no difference. In a moment, she'd been decapitated. The medium sized head was tossed, rolling along the ground to rest in the shadows somewhere. The blood was oozing from both parts of the body, the head and the rest, as it lay there on the ground. Thite's massive weight had forced it to crumple to the stone. There was no coming back from this. All five lives were gone. Just like that. Aliya was no longer in existance. Her wish had been fulfilled. The alphess was dead.
Now Thite ran. The wind more furious then before, blinding the humongous creature as he raced away from his destruction. Would he go after Belle? The daughter that was just neophyte age? Yes. Yes he most certainly would. It was exactly what he was doing now. The rain finally decided to exist. It slammed into his figure, almost as powerful as if it were hail. Maybe it was. That's what it felt like to the brute. The ground had become slipper, wet. Massive, clumsy paws kept losing their footing. Thite kept slipping as he ran, full belt, towards the Packlands. Yet he was still in the Mountains Of Endless Winter. He was still so far from what could possibly be his goal. Belle was the only one left to kill. Besides Yoru, that is. The only one of Kojo and Faith's bloodline that still existed. As far as he knew, anyway. It would be up to Yoru and Belle to keep it going. He didn't want that to happen. It should end.
When it finally happened Thite's mind was wandering. Eyes of ice clouded over with emotion, with agony that was incomprehensible to anyone but himself. He wanted her back. His Sunblaze. His perfect, beautiful, sweet smelling Sunblaze. He wanted her back. And he'd never have her again. Never hold her. Never smell her. Never tell her 'I love you'. And it was all because of stupid life. It wasn't fair.
The brute's paws slipped on the ground. The edge of the cliff brushing him on one side, his body trying not to fall over the other. He was larger then the space he was provided with. Maybe that's why he couldn't save himself. Or maybe he just didn't try. The entirety of his body crumpled beneath him. His body swayed, his torso falling, slipping off the edge. Only his front paws kept him up. It seemed as if everything was focused on him now. The wind and rain trying to knock him from his perch. The strike of lightning splitting the sky, startling him, trying to make him fall. The thunder cracking, rolling, impossible loud in his ears. Then it happened. The brute looked up into the sky, into the unfathomable darkness. "I don't deserve to live." Then he let go. His body plummeted like a boulder, falling down into the darkness. The angry claws of the shadows pulling him into the abyss that would be his grave. The place his body would be forever trapped in. Thite didn't even scream. When he hit the bottom, he was so far gone it was silent. Nothing. But Thite was dead.
It was a moonless night, but the meaning of that was not of ay importance to the fae. The packs would be holding their annual Moonless Meeting, and when had she started referring to them as separate from herself? When she'd made the decision? When she'd known her death was inevitable. When she'd willed it to come? Because that's what she was doing now. And the direction she was headed in was only beginning to become familier. She was heading towards the old packlands. There was no way that the alpha would ever make it that far. Never make it there to die. Unless luck was on her side. No, not even then. She was going to die soon. It was inevitable. But how? When? By who? Questions that she had no answer to, questions she did not want to know the answers to. Questions that attacked her mind like claws, refusing to leave her alone. To let her wander towards the only home she'd ever known in peace. She was an old wolf, technically she would be retiring to become a Senior in a few moons if she was still a wolven warrior. Technically speaking, that is.
The creature that lurked was massive. His mountainous alabaster figure completely invisible as he hid beneath the stone outcropping. The eyes of the iciest blue were sparked, bright, with madness. Insanity. The gigantic creature shifted from one foot to the other, leaving deeper grooves in the ground with each movement. Each shift of his spectacular weight. The pelt, stained with crimson in more places then one, rippled over the huge muscular build. The freakishly long tassel slapping against the rock, but the wind drowned it out. Auds pinned to his skull so tightly you could have sworn that they were not there. Claws, long, bloody, ripping and slicing at the stone beneath them. Making small grooves in the rock. The brute had never been out this far. Actually, he had. He'd been farther then this. He'd been in the old pack lands, born in the territory of his parents, Gnaw and Bite. Two vicious rogues. If only they could see him now, they'd finally be proud of the son they'd hated. At least, he wanted them to be. But the Twilight Realm had never been so kind as to give Thite what he wanted, never let him keep what he had. Never let him have the peace he so desperately needed.
The wolf continued onwards. The scent on the wind that lashed at her face, forcing her to squint and close her eyes far too often, was unmistakable. Why didn't she turn back? Run? She didn't want to. Blindy the wolf forced herself onwards. The only thought in her head was that she might finally achieve her eternal rest. The rest she so wanted. Aliya would get to see her purpose again. Get to breathe in the scent of her beloved. Get to touch the fur, the beautiful fur, upon his neck. She'd get to lick him on the nose, and say 'I love you', and he'd never dissapear. It wouldn't be like her dreams, her nightmares. He wouldn't fade into the absolute nothingness like the image always did. At least, that's what she thought it would be. That's what she wanted it to be.
Perhaps she should have felt bad, just slightly bad. Here she was, leaving so many of her children to face the worlds without her. Sothis and Silas, her gifted sons, would never see their mother again. Aries, Kilo, Vetra Vaticana, Nutmeg.. was she letting them all down? She wouldn't be there to keep and eye on Rapier, or watch Svel's pups grow into the fine wolves they could be. She wouldn't see her grandchildren, Sothis' pups, grow into great wolves like she was sure they would be. The new love she saw between Kiki and Silas, she wouldn't be there to watch it bud into something beautiful. That was it. And she felt no regret. How could she feel no regret? How could she not care about any of it? But she didn't. Aliya just wanted the pain to end.
The body was there. The midnight fur ruffled by the wind as it whipped against the figure. The creature was strewn across the ground, crimson painting the stone, staining it. Body was intact, so perfectly intact. The only wound was to the throat, which had been ripped wide open. It was clear that the wolf had bled to death, the soul of this creature long gone. Serra was long gone to the Twilight Realm. The brute's eyes were raking over the figure once again. The wolf who had been the sister of his mate. The creature who had been his friend. And now she was dead. And he'd done the deed. But why? The brute kept his complicated thoughts to locked up for anyone to intrude. Now anyways. Silently he wondered if he should go after the other wolf. After his adopted daughter, Belle, who had started fleeing towards the Pack lands hours before. When she saw that this was going to become a battle. When she'd known the outcome before it had happened. It disturbed him, but he wouldn't let that show. There was a scent on the wind, coming towards him now. A wolf. A pack wolf. He loathed Pack wolves. And he loathed Destinians the most. Thite was only to delighted when he realized that the scent belonged to none other then the Destinian alpha herself. Aliya was walking into a death trap.
The rain had not quite begun yet. But the air was getting heavier, and the mist was turning to drizzle around her. Tail dragged behind her, a quiet rustling sound coming from the stone beneath it. Crown had slowly lowered, and now her nose was just inches from the ground. The shoulders were hunched as the wind buffeted her figure. Eyes closed as she walked blindly onward. The blood scent was getting stronger. The wolf scent was more powerful. But she heard nothing. The alphess almost fell as her front right paw slipped on what she thought was ice. Of course, looking down, she realized the ground was covered in frozen blood. Wolf blood. Aliya padded, slowly, onward. Following the trail into the trap. Trying to find the source, the creature that was dead. When her eyes locked on the body, a shiver ran down her spine. The wolf was huge, much larger then her, and a female. What had killed this large midnight creature? What was lurking out here? Would she be next? And that's when it happened.
Thite launched his gigantic form from the shadows, he was on top of Aliya in less then a second. Fangs bared, and lunged for her neck. The crack was sickening, for when they met they ripped into her like she was nothing more then water. The bones broke. The sound was horrid. A choking, gurgling sound as the blood spewed from her throat and mouth. Aliya's eyes rolled back into her head, showing the whites, but it made no difference. In a moment, she'd been decapitated. The medium sized head was tossed, rolling along the ground to rest in the shadows somewhere. The blood was oozing from both parts of the body, the head and the rest, as it lay there on the ground. Thite's massive weight had forced it to crumple to the stone. There was no coming back from this. All five lives were gone. Just like that. Aliya was no longer in existance. Her wish had been fulfilled. The alphess was dead.
Now Thite ran. The wind more furious then before, blinding the humongous creature as he raced away from his destruction. Would he go after Belle? The daughter that was just neophyte age? Yes. Yes he most certainly would. It was exactly what he was doing now. The rain finally decided to exist. It slammed into his figure, almost as powerful as if it were hail. Maybe it was. That's what it felt like to the brute. The ground had become slipper, wet. Massive, clumsy paws kept losing their footing. Thite kept slipping as he ran, full belt, towards the Packlands. Yet he was still in the Mountains Of Endless Winter. He was still so far from what could possibly be his goal. Belle was the only one left to kill. Besides Yoru, that is. The only one of Kojo and Faith's bloodline that still existed. As far as he knew, anyway. It would be up to Yoru and Belle to keep it going. He didn't want that to happen. It should end.
When it finally happened Thite's mind was wandering. Eyes of ice clouded over with emotion, with agony that was incomprehensible to anyone but himself. He wanted her back. His Sunblaze. His perfect, beautiful, sweet smelling Sunblaze. He wanted her back. And he'd never have her again. Never hold her. Never smell her. Never tell her 'I love you'. And it was all because of stupid life. It wasn't fair.
The brute's paws slipped on the ground. The edge of the cliff brushing him on one side, his body trying not to fall over the other. He was larger then the space he was provided with. Maybe that's why he couldn't save himself. Or maybe he just didn't try. The entirety of his body crumpled beneath him. His body swayed, his torso falling, slipping off the edge. Only his front paws kept him up. It seemed as if everything was focused on him now. The wind and rain trying to knock him from his perch. The strike of lightning splitting the sky, startling him, trying to make him fall. The thunder cracking, rolling, impossible loud in his ears. Then it happened. The brute looked up into the sky, into the unfathomable darkness. "I don't deserve to live." Then he let go. His body plummeted like a boulder, falling down into the darkness. The angry claws of the shadows pulling him into the abyss that would be his grave. The place his body would be forever trapped in. Thite didn't even scream. When he hit the bottom, he was so far gone it was silent. Nothing. But Thite was dead.
And In
The End
There were no regrets
The End
There were no regrets
- New Moon, Shadow Walker
