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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 18, 2008 23:46:52 GMT -5
Rye shook his head, looking down now. "I won't let you die, Anelie," he vowed. "You deserve better than me, better than this, and you won't have to put your life on the line for me again. Ever." He looked back up, his golden eyes drowning with sorrow and aogny, but one thing was crystal clear, one thing that would not be shattered;; his love for her was painted in his gaze like the blazing sun reflected on the waters. "I swear this to you. You will never be hurt because of me, you'll never have to be afriad of anything because of me, and you'll always be able to call the Sheerans home from now on. I've caused you so much grief, I've caused you nothing but pain, nothing but agony, and you deserve far better than this, you hear me? Far, far, better," his voice was fierce, certain, yet mournful, pained. His eyes held not only the sun now, but he was on fire. His very soul was burning as he continued.
"And I am not the one who can keep you safe, I am not the one who can give you children and know they'll be safe here in this camp, I'm not the one who can grow old here with you and die with you nobly, like warriors should, I am not the brother who could save his siter from rape, or make another realize that everything will turn out all right in the end, or the wolf who could fix arguements between the lot of them, or the one who could keep Riku's memory alive, or Fenrir's, Snow's, Hazel, Aatto, or anyone noble. I am not anything golden. And you need someone who is, because you are worth so much more than me.
"Because all I am is the wolf who's put your life in danger time and time again, the wolf who could not piece together a broken bloodline for the sake of his pups, I am the wolf who is likely to die at any time, I am barely a part of my family at all, and I cannot stay here when I know each and every day I am the reason you're pained, I am the reason you're unhappy, and there are things that could make you so much happier, there are places you could go, things you could do, males you could be with that could love you much better than I have. And it's all very ridiculous, because even through this, I have committed yet another crime, and that is still believing that I will always love you more than anyone else in this world. And I will always believe this to be so. But I am flawed, love, I'm so terribly flawed,"
His voice was cracking, the water threatening to pool over as he backed slowly away from her.
"So maybe I'm not the one who will love you most. But I can garuntee you that you will always be the one that I love most -- the only one I ever have and the only one I ever will love. And I hope you..." He broke now, shaking violetnly and head down to the ground as he choked out the words:
"I hope you find someone. I hope you're happy with him. And I hope you get everything -- all of the good things -- you deserve in this life. All of those things that I couldn't give."
Risika stared them down, not really looking at them at all, but seeing something in the past, a different wolf in front of her, a different place, a different conversation. Two conversations, really. Two wolves.
"We can't take him with, Risika, now we have to find Mom, let's go!" Aatto tugged at her, glaring at Seidei.
Risika looked back over her shoulder, eyes blinking a sorrowful farewell to Seidei...a friend that could've been, should've been, in another lifetime, so much more than just that.
"LEAVE ME ALONE, DIRTTOOTH! YOU'RE A STINKING WHELP, JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM!" She screeched, whipping away from him and darting into the undergrowth. She ran fast, but not towards Blood Mist. Not yet. They could not see her like this, they could not see her dying inside.
Because she would not be her old self when she went to them. She would be someone new. Just like she had died when she'd left White Mist. She was dying now, sobbing into the brush as her heart broke again and again and again...
And then came the third.
"I don't love you, Lust. I never have and I NEVER WILL!" She ran from him, her love, the one she'd fell hardest for. The one she'd come so close to running away with.
Running away.
There was no escaping the fate that was coming for her. She could keep running all of her life, but it would never end. Since the moment her father had died by the paws of a wolf she used to idolize, her life had been broken. Just like her heart. Just like her spirit.
If she ran away from Verlust, she would die, she knew it. But would she die a good wolf? Did it matter?
It didn't.
All that mattered was that she loved Lust, dearly, so much it killed her a little more and made her hang on at the same time each day. Becuase if Lust knew....if she ran away with him....
Verlust would not only kill her.
And she could not bear the thought of it.
Risika rose to her paws, signaling Enfer away, then giving Rye a good kick into the brush. She blinked at Anelie, emotionless eyes resting on her. "Start a new life, Anelie," she said roughly. "Really, once you die the first time, it's really not so hard to do it again if you need to," she snapped coldly, then darted away into the forest, Enfer trailing after.
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Post by Sheera on Aug 19, 2008 16:33:45 GMT -5
Anelie shook violently, heartbeat racing extending the highest heartbeat of wolves, her lungs couldn't take in any air, her eyes were wide, battles ripping through them, pain, suffering, then nothing. She was rigid, then she collasped to the ground, unconscience. Anelie's form began to cool, her body temperature easing to a cold, lifeless degree. Her heart beat slowed, and her chest did not rise and fall. The shock, from Rye's speech, the pain from his words, it was all too much; she had gone into shock, and died in the process.
A flash of light and color was all that could be seen; first Anelie was there, then she was gone. No corpse, or anything, no sign that she had been there, jut a flash of light and color, and she was gone.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 20, 2008 17:30:13 GMT -5
You do deserve better, Anelie. But I won't stop fighting for you until you yourself wish me away. Because my life without you is a life not worth living. And if you decide you don't want me any longer, it will surely end. But until I hear those words pass your lips, I swear to you I will always be fighting for you.
There was no sight of this flash of color, no vision of his dear mate's depart. There was nothing in his mind but her burned image, he and Anelie in the forest, he and Anelie sleeping in the dens, he and Anelie on a hunting party, and he explaining to her just how much she meant to him. Just how much she would always mean to him. And maybe, just maybe, she'd seen how he would die away from her, maybe, just maybe, she's seen these visions flying past his eyes right now. Maybe she could scent his scent like he could smell her, the only thing that kept him breathing. Maybe she could taste it like he could, maybe she could feel the static shocks that he did whenever he was away, or the calm, the completeness that occurred only when they were together. And nowhere else, with no one else, would he ever feel such things. And this, nothing quite like this would happen again. Ever.
The woods were dense, the smoke even thicker, and the tall, well-built limbs of Enferian and Risika....these were the only things caging him from Anelie's sweet face. And he would not have it. He refused to have it. He could not bear it. And he would die trying to rid himself of the internal burning that was all-consuming, never-tiring, ever-scorching until he could stand in front of her, bloodied and torn, and tell her he would never leave her. Never.
He whirled on Enferian first, leaping at him from his blindside. His claws dug into the empty socket, blood squirting out in thick crimson streams that shot at Rye's chest, the red flowing over him like the curtains at the end of a play. Risika froze, dumfounded. But she did not rise to aid her companion. Instead, she turned away, crashing through the undergrowth, though the howls of Enfer drowned out the pandemonium she created while shooting away from them. She disappeared into the undergrowth, Rye's vision blotted out by Enfer's wounds. She looked a red blur as she disappeared into the dark mists, the tendrils swirling around her escape route. Perhaps she regretted what she'd done. Perhaps she didn't think him worth it. Perhaps she feared her nephew now, scream after scream peeling from his lips as his fangs ripping into the juglar, more blood erupting from this new, fresh wound.
All of his love for her poured out into his claws as they tore away the skin around the empty socket, all of his love ran through his veins, an adrenaline rush flooding through him as his scarlet canines snapped vein after vein. His eyes were closed, tears swimming out from under the closed lids.
And it was done.
Enfer was nothing but a bloodied heap under his paws, but they did not stay their long enough for the beast's head to rest on them. Instead, he tore off into the shafts of mist, the dawn starting to break over the horizon as he flew from the woods, dripping and covered in his enemies blood, blood he spilled all for her. Blood he'd been cursed to either follow or defeat.
I will never let you fall.
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all.
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.
He crashed out into the open camp, thrown from the woodlands as if the world itself was finally realizing Anelie was more than just love, she was his need, his air, and he could not possibly survive anything, even this, without her. And so they tossed him forth.
And his breathing stopped forever as his eyes rested on the place she had once stood, and there was nothing but dust.
He hit the ground and his shadow exploded into red rivers, sruging away from him with a shocking force. His body convulsed, more blood expelled through his mouth in a roaring waterfall, all the need for this substance was gone. Like Anelie, gone. And he needed nothing any longer of this life. If she had left it, so would he.
His eyes slowly shut, resting on the place where his angel used to stand, the place where he had signed their own death wishes. The place where he'd become a murderer.
Use me as you will.
Pull my strings just for a drill.
And I know I'll be okay,
though my skies are turning gray....
And his corpse was cold as his spirit left the ground, screams of agony drowned out into the mist.
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Post by Sheera on Aug 20, 2008 17:37:14 GMT -5
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Post by silverpelt12 on Aug 21, 2008 15:34:48 GMT -5
[[Damnit, now I need to find another proxy, AGAIN!]]
Lirenia slipped out, then she saw what was acctually happening, the dead were... back? Wait... WHAT THE HELLFIRE! She lept out, her heart racing in her chest as she weaved between battles. Her eyes, cold and heartless, like nessecarry in battle. She lashed out a creature the had left the world before. Her heart raced as she sid down and grasped hold of a limb, snapping it dead in half, easy, no problem for her. The wolf whined sharply, the ahlphess didn't back down, he dove again and shredded through fur with razor-sharp, battle-ready claws. Blood came like a scarlet waterfall down, down her paws, sinking straight through her fur.
Her blue eyes were blood-shot with the intensety, the adreneline forced through her system faster than a wild fire. So powerful it made everything apper in such clarity that it burned. Everything seemed to slow in that instant. Her re-risen brother appered, standing between fights, his oceanic blue-grey eyes so much like her's , his fur the same silver grey tone, the same build, everything the positive same, except that inside they were polar opposites. She lashed out and lept for him, her paws outstreched, he was stronger and reared to fight her off, grabbing hold on her neck and knocking her to the ground, no blood came. He had grabbed her scruff and was shocked by himself. She wirthed and snapped her hindlegs up, ripping through his tender under-belly. He fell to his front knees, looking up at her with quickly glazing eyes. "I'll be back." he muttered, fading out again, his eyes closed and his ruby blood quickly pooled around him, his body going limp as she lifted him by the throat and ran with the body, dragging it on the ground as she raced toward the outskirts of camp, some lunged for her as she dropped the corpse out of the camp, so not to make her battling more difficult. She had a large gash down her shoulder, and one half of her face raked so badly no fur would ever grow there again. They were both begining to slow in flow.
Her eyes were so clear that she saw it all in slow, every move, every counter, every death, everything.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 22, 2008 8:35:20 GMT -5
[[ Geeze, everyone's so morbid and heartless. 'Oh, now she has to go die...' 'oh, now I have to find a new proxy'. Well Sheera did sniffle at my vid tribute, but poor Rye gets little sympathy XD  I'll make you bury him later, Tuxie loo, lol ]] Meg was still cornered in the healer den....no change there, really. =p Solaris and Natalia emerged from the warriors' den, coughing as smoke filled their lungs and stung at their eyes. Solaris flew towards the first enemy his eyes fixed on --- Regulus. Natalia aimed for Helena, and four more wolves joined a devil's dance. Bloodsbane came at Lirenia from her back, the large, monstorous wolf intent on crushing the alphess. He might not be very smart, but you had to give him some credit --- he was probably the largest wolf in the clearing right now. |
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Post by Sheera on Aug 22, 2008 17:53:36 GMT -5
Her form; of perfect grace. Her fur; thick, ivory-white. Completing her face, was the light storm-gray coloring of the pool's of rain. This wolf was undeniably, a fool-proof carbon copy, of the deceased peace-keeper, and legendary alphess; Sheera. It was as if Sheera had come back from the dead. Her form emerged from the shadowed entrance, of the Sheeran camp, intent on returning to her mother's original pack. Her eyes flashing, as she looked into the face of danger, with the stern look her mother always passed during an unnessasary battle. But this was not a battle she could stop, no, this was a battle that the Hellfire wolves would not dare lose.
Seraphina glared at the Hellfire wolves; you could tell they were the bad guys because of their singed forms, and flaming eyes. She was about to live out her namesake; Serephina, Burning Fire. A light growl that only her ears could hear in the roaring battle escaped her lips, then a battle howl, fierce, yet beautiful; her mother's howl.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 22, 2008 23:28:22 GMT -5
Solaris caught sight of some random fae that just strolled into their camp. He hadn't really seen -- or heard of this fae -- and was in an internal debate on whether or not to attack her. She could pose a threat, but they already had enough enemies to fight. Why start a battle when she hadn't made any hostile moves yet? He resorted to keep on fighting his current opponent and monitor the actions of this strange newcomer.
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Post by Sheera on Aug 22, 2008 23:49:16 GMT -5
In only a flash of movement the wolf had leaped onto a wolf by the name of Bloodsbane, her jaws snapping towards his spine, trying to stop him from attacking the alphess, though she did not know this was the alphess, all she saw was a murderous attack. Her ears pinned to her head, her teeth snapping ferociously towards the spine, eyes sharp. Snarls escaped her mouth, along with growls, and ferocious barks. Her mind was intent on snapping her strong jaw onto the wolf's spine, and cracking it in half. What she didn't know, was that he would return sooner than she thought, even if she snapped his spine.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Aug 23, 2008 16:27:41 GMT -5
Meg was still cornered in the healer den....no change there, really. =p (( Sorry, I was doing summer cleaning  )) Zacharia crept slowly into the healer's den, a huge grin on his face. He could smell a wolf even in this smoke. Actually, e could clearly see them. Just some apprentice. There's no joy in mauling them. He looked back up out of the den, but it seemed like his friends were taking care of the other wolves. Fine, guess I'll kill this one by myself. |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 23, 2008 23:27:21 GMT -5
Bloodsbane snarled in frustration as another wolf piled on his back, probably intending to tear him away from his target. What was more, there were now fangs of venom sinking into the back of his neck, deep, but thankfully not deep enough to deter him.
Nobody defies me when I'm hunting alphas!
He let himself fall backwards without further hesitation, letting Lirenia get away for the time being and focusing on smushing his current attack under his massive body. His signature move, you could call it. The deep laceration in his neck ached sharply, and still bled, but he could carry on for a while still.
Meg felt eyes stare her down, and she was left no choice but to back farther into the healer den; she was absolutely trapped. She looked around helplessly, searching for someone who could help her, or a hidden excape route of some sort. There was no way she would be able to fight this muscular, vicious monster; she'd barely had any battle training and she was face to face with a former Blood Mist denizen!
"HELP! SOMEBODY!" She howled. Even if it was only another neophyte....just a momentary distraction. Anything.
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Post by Sheera on Aug 24, 2008 12:33:52 GMT -5
Seraphina growled, feeling a painful pinch somewhere on her spine, she kicked, scratching, finally getting free of the heavy wolf. Seraphina's ears perked at the cry of the neophyte, then she flashed Bloodsbane a glare; now Lirenia knew that he was coming, and she would be ready to fight by the timme Bloodsbane turned around to face her. The burning flame of her mother's roared in her eyes, as she took off towards the healer's den. She paused at the entrance, and stalked in, eyes intent on Zacharia's form, a threatening emotion flashing in her mother's reflection.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Aug 24, 2008 16:28:31 GMT -5
Zacharia flicked his ear and turned around. "Surprise, surprise. Someone actually came to help you." He started to turn around, but then paused. What if I kill this little neophyte anyway and then fight whoever this is coming in. That'll be easier on me. He looked at carefully at the wolf coming in. They seem mad... "Anger can block how well you can focus on something", he said quietly.
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Post by suki on Aug 24, 2008 21:19:31 GMT -5
Aqua stalked in the underbrush. The enemy wolf had eyes filled with hatred and something else. It looked at the neophyte ready to kill it.
"Than I must be accurate" He whispered and as quietly as possible while Aqua leapt at the attacker. He wouldnt let a fellow Sheeran die on his watch.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Aug 24, 2008 22:00:36 GMT -5
Lirenia turned on Bloodsbane, feeling his hot breath on her back, she lept, her eyes blazing with a coldfire, 'Rye, may you rest in peice.' she thought to herself flying through the air at the brute. He intentions were savage as her claws were outstretched toward his neck, to rip his throat out. The cut on her cheek pulsed blood with every heart beat, quickening with the adreniline rush that burst through her.
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I'll make you bury him later, Tuxie loo, lol ]]
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