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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 16, 2008 18:42:20 GMT -5
Damien had known only one night darker than the one he now walked through. The smoke lazed around him, wallowing in the misery and panic it had struck down on this victimized valley. It's gray, scraggly fingers reached out to him, beckoning him with dark whispers and the occasional snicker or snarl of another outsider passing through, gleefully gaiting into the mists. He looked warily after them as he limped unsteadily farther and farther from the clearing that he had emerged into.
He gritted his teeth as he stumbled over a sizzling log, leaning against a balckened tree for support as he tossed the branch away with his fangs. He sighed heavily, catching his breath for a moment before heading on into the thicker parts of the forest.
A river was gently lapping not far away, and though it was agonizing to continue on with his leg injury playing up like it was, he continued anyway. He looked just like the others did right now; just like he'd been birthed from Hellfire. And that description was particularly apt.
I need to stay hidden. They can't know who I am....I can't get too involved....there's a prophecy coming. This isn't going to last long. All I can do for now is enjoy what little time I have...alone. He frowned deeply as he limped. This did not seem enjoyable, this hiding all the time. But what choice did he have, really?
There is no choice. If there was a choice to make, I would've made it all ready. I cannot be torn in two. Zanna-Rossa cautioned me of this, though it happens only to few wolves. I am one wolf, and I am Damien. I was born today, sure, but I'll die again. Soon. And that is how it is, and how it will be.
But in the back of his mind, the arguement continued, only this time, there were most definitly choices.
He padded to the edge of the water, wincing at his reflection. There could be no removing the majority of the soot stains, the stains that had marked him since his pup days in Hellfire.However, the fresh ash would wash off fairly well. He dipped a paw gingerly into the running water, not really sure what to expect. He shivered for a moment, transfixed by the temperature difference. Gradually, bit by biy, he came to stand in the Shanti River, washing the marks from his pelt.
A twig snapped nearby, shattering the silence of the gears working in Damien's mind. His head shot up, eyeing the undergrowth suspiciously.
"Who's there?"
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Post by hOwL on Aug 17, 2008 19:40:20 GMT -5
There are beauties of the night some diffrent then the others...but all beautiful in there own way. Just take a look at them when the moon dares lie her eye on each and sparkle there world with the silver pale glow that she gives off. Today landing on two. Who very much knew nothing of each other nor both of there existance. Strong lean paws carried her after a large herd of deer...the usual. Her silverish black pelt, well groomed but the injuries from her recent battle where still visable even though she did tend them everyday with a bit of water and a roll in some mint leaves. Listeners stood straight on her head....stopping every once in a while to take in the sounds of the herd that has not yet spotted her. The herd now being tired from there eattings and now setteling down to sleep. Its such a shame that one of them will meet here eternal rest today. Her head snapped as another one came from the bushes and she tensed unseen or scented she held her breath as the buck walked by. Shaking her fur she sat down and licked her leather lips and watched them with a green and blue gaze. She looked over them quietly making mental notes to herself. You...to scrawny im starving...you...your mother is to close by sorry kid. You...oh yes...you. she picked through them all. She got up her paws taking move and her hips and shoulders fallowing her every sleek well measured move. Her head was kept low to her shoulder height her eyes not moving off the doe and rested in the tall grass. It was then when she was close enough where she made a move, stocking in, with long quick strides. They all got up and started stampeding away..oh but this lucky doe was far to slow to escape the fangs of such female. No time to breath....No time to think, the doe was down and under Secret Fang slowly its breathing dying away and its life starting to fade. Once done Secret Fang dragged her feast to the forest close to some water area where it seemed nice. Nice enough to not meet anyone nor spot any idiot that will try to challenge her again. & if there would be one she would face them just like all the other times. Neat snips and slow chews took hold of her meal. Just before she heard uneven paw steps and a voice that was clearly not directed to her...or she thought this. Whos there? it said. Oh just me. Who dosent no SCAT on where I am according to EVERYONE who FREAKING meets ME... Secret Fang hissed to herself clearly in that state of mind where everyone thinks that only they would be listening to themselves. Annoyed with all the others she had meant. With a snort she lowered her head again to bite a clear peice of flesh off of her catch to eat. How beautiful is the night now? You tell me.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 17, 2008 19:54:36 GMT -5
It was the voice of a fae, clearly irritated and maybe even in the mood to pick a fight. Worse yet, she held fresh prey between her canines. Judging from her tone, she might even be ready to pick a fight if her stepped too close tthe the meat, who knew? She was not of his kind, not of Hellfire or worse, Tartarus. Yet there was something so familiar about her. She was beautiful as an understatement, and he probably looked like an absolute dope standing there in the water, soot rushing from his pelt. Slowly, he stepped from the river, taking care not to get her wet when he shook himself. The silver roots of his pelt shone dimly in the moonlight, barely visible under the black that stained him. His ears twitched at her words, an odd feeling creeping over him.
No...I can't know her! She clearly hasn't been dead before! Maybe from the legends? Could my luck be that great to run into a spirited wolf as soon as I arrive? But she doesn't look like any of the wolves Redfang told me about....
"If it's any condolences, m'am, I quite frankly don't know much of this place. An old storeyteller's tales, and that is all. I'm sure they're just...touchy," he winced. He wanted to warn her about the Hellfire wolves, but he could clearly see she wouldn't buy it if he told her outright. "Er....well, I guess you could say there are some nasties running around here. It wouldn't suprise me if you ran into their type," he shrugged. Shrugging was good. Made him seem nonchalant rather than worried.
That face....I know that face...now who...?
She has an accent. I mean, all the wolves sound strange to me here, but she has a very thick...distinct.....mountain wolf. She's a mountain wolf. Her coat seems thicker, too. She must be from the mountains...
And then it fell into place.
Silenthowl....she reminds me of Silenthowl. Redfang spoke of her appearence in just this way. But she is different, too. Much different and yet still the same....hm. I don't think I'll be able to get help from this wolf...
"I'm Damien, by the way...." He woofed softly.
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Post by hOwL on Aug 17, 2008 20:16:57 GMT -5
She kept eatting and munching down at her meat, clearly the male was covered by a falling fern. She looked up when she saw him and nearly choked on the peice of meat that was in the process of being swallowed. She scrambled into a sitting postion, blood matting around her face and muzzle along with her silky white front legs. She flickered her ears back feeling her heart rate stimulate a couple of beats as this strange unkown male stood infront of her. She listened before speaking though she wanted to scream out at him and drown him in a drop of rain water. She eyed him closely at his wound that seemed serious, always being a wolf who heals instead of harm. Her pretty gaze looked up into his as he spoke once more of those who told stories which was true. Back in her home there where many...even visions that stated this place beautiful. But all it was, was a hell hole ready to eat your decaying flesh if you stand down and die. Nodding softly at his words about the sick losers that ran around loose and will be tamed and killed by her somday...in her world. Her eyes looked at him as he stared at her, the fur on her back riseing with intense fear turning into aggression. She lowered her crown almost to her paws but still being in a sitting position, intending that she will attack him if she feels anyway violated. Listening to his calling she decided to respond to it. In a nice way. Of corse he not knowing on her dislike with males. Hello Damien...I'm Secret Fang. she told him in a low almost velvet whisper tone. She lifted her head slightly. I no much of this place...but i wish i knew more about the life that it sustains. she told him speaking about the wolves. Are you injured? she questioned him in a soft uneasy tone but wanted to help him...in anyway she could.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 17, 2008 20:31:32 GMT -5
Damien's eyes widened as she fidgeted, feeling a bit embarressed for startling her. Well she answered -- I thought she saw me! I've never really been the best with words, I guess...
"Er...sorry if I startled you or something...I know I'm not much of a looker," he offered a crooked smile...but it was empty, more of a way to hide a certain pain eating away at him. He was currently still blanketed in a thick layer of soot, one that went over even the black of his fur that would never fade. He sat a few feet away from her, feeling strange. There was squishy green stuff poking out from underneath the ashes, and it was unnerving him greatly. Sure, Redfang has told him about stuff like grass briefly...but it was so soft. He'd grown up without soft. It was greatly miffing to suddenly feel such things now, after all of this time. His auds perked whens she spoke again.
Secret Fang.....well, so far, I'd guess it suits her.
He looked down at his leg, raw and bloody. It was a small section on his left hindleg, the fur scorched away and replaced with a red, bloodied burn.
It's lucky that that's the only burn I got out of that....whatever the hell that was!
"Yes. There's was a fire...that's why the smoke's so bad," he nodded to the air around them, drifting with fog, mist and smoke. "It started in the Twilight Clearing...I think the packs were having some sort of meeting there...a Moonless Meeting, so I've been told. There were....many wolves. They came from the flames," he told her in a low whisper. "And unfortunately, they all seem to match up with the stories...." That was subtle enough. I think she'll get what I'm trying to say.
"And as for the life that surrounds this place...." he sighed heavily. "I think you and I both came here at the wrong time. Wolves who aren't even among the...kind I saw in the flames....I think they're affected by it. It's like it's....poison..." he chose his words carefully, looking up to the skies and marvelling at the moon and stars.
Wow. No wonder Twilight makes their home above....
Wouldn't want to be stuck down low, would they?
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Post by hOwL on Aug 17, 2008 20:46:35 GMT -5
Nonsense. Your handsome just the way you are. she blurted out just as pure instinct. She stiffened again afraid she might get snapped at. In the real world at home she would have gotten the lecture on 'Ladies dont do that kind of talk'. Blah. Go suck a twig. She looked back at him and flickered her ears listening to his story. She analizsed the burn on his leg and rembered seeing a small pup get burned by the fire the pink skins had created. She looked back up at him. There will be a battle that will unleash...and maybe the saviors may stop the bad. But I never belive it....because it will never end. she told him just out of the blue. She was wise yes...and it was visable in the simple way it sparkeled in her two colored gaze. She looked back up to his face as he spoke. The simple miss givings of those who want nothing but there needs. Greedy mutts who dont see what they have is enough to share. But then again this is how the world will remain...& you and I are just sombody who are just..here for the pass being. she told him. She pinned her auds to her head. Damn. Hopefully he wont notice the relive of her idenity. She flickered them back and still tense. She did think he was attractive, but hated him with that inner lineing along the gut. She eyed him, that need to help him taking the best of her again. Moving on...would you like me to tend your wounds? she asked in a tight tone, looking at him with a tawny gaze.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 17, 2008 21:08:24 GMT -5
Damien's grin flashed once more, this time there was a sort of twinkle in his copper eyes, amusement, perhaps. But as he continued to listened to the mountain wolf's words, the twinkle turned to sadness. He look intently at her, wondering if she understood how precisely wrong she was, if he could convince her so without giving too much away.
The battle has already unleashed itself. It did so when I came here.
And yes, it will end. There are heroes in this world.
I'm just not among them. And I, too, will meet my end.
He said nothing, instead, and just nodded to her that it was fine for her to treat his wounds. "Yes, that would be quite generous of you, thanks," he woofed. He noticed a slight anxiousness in her divided gaze, her eyes in a battle between a more caring instinct and something that told her to deeply loathe him. The sadness in his expanded exponentially, and he imagined he looked quite depressed by now. He looked away from her swiftly, staring out at the scintillating landscape with his pained gaze.
Why couldn't I be normal?
The painful questions started to prod and poke at his mind again, rolling it around, trashing it, throwing it to the flames. Why should it end? Why should he, a wolf who had never even had the most simple choice of life or death, die for a bunch of pack wolves who would be more noble than him anyway? Why should he die for them when all they ever did was paint his mind with fantasies that would never emerge, dreams that would never ever in the slightest be a reality? And what was the point of being noble now when all it would do was send him back to Hellfire to burn? There would be no refuge in the gate of Tartarus any longer. He would either roam forever in the nothingness without light, or burn until there was nothing left of him to crumble to ash.
No.
Because if he were to give his soul so these wolves, maybe wolves like Secret Fang, could defeat these fires that unfairly scorched their lands, he would have at least that to his name. Maybe, some day, someone would remember him and even just say thanks. Or maybe not. It didn't matter because he'd had his shot at life now. To make something out of it, all he had to do was wait to die. Not many wolves got as easy of a shot at doing something good for their pack, their kind.
This is my fate. It's sealed. And I will accept it.
Even if I don't want to.
He realized now that he'd been staring off into the distance for wuite a while. He blinked the sadness not departing his eyes as he looked at Secret Fang.
I wonder if she noticed something's off about me yet.
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Post by hOwL on Aug 17, 2008 21:33:37 GMT -5
Her patient almost crystal touched gaze looked at him as she knew well that everyone will dissagree with her. But she knows well that when her aunt lived there was too an evil. A evil that broke out and was ended...but once more its back. They live in lies and wolves are sacrificed. Secret knows...and will no for almost ever. She got up nodding breifly taking the longest way around him. Going in a huge circle just to get to the water but not be in any reach of him. She lowered her muzzle and lapped some of it up before turning her head toward him. Perhaps we should start with you washing your fur? she questioned him. Not really being a question in the first place. She walked a few paces away from the edge and sat down. Her beautiful tenderness was delicately placed on her frame like a rose placed in water left to float. She watched him with that tender yet powerful gaze waiting on him to make the move. Her tail lightly dripped into the water flaking it over it she watched it, taking fun in this. She looked back up to hold his gaze to see the sheer sadness that seeped deeply into his amber eyes. Somthing she felt at times. She looked down to the water quickly, hoping he did not see her intrested look upon her face. She softly swooshed her tail over the water casually.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 17, 2008 21:47:32 GMT -5
Eventually, Damien recovered his wits and nodded, still not meeting Secret Fang's gaze. His eyes were copper pools of agony, swimming in the depths of his untold story, his unknown identity, and the paths that lay, irreversably so, in front of his paws. Slowly, he padded over to the river again, stepping into the cooling waters without a word and licking vigorously at his wounds. He was careful, yet sharper than he usually would have been. He was breaking his own personal rules. Rules that he had made to keep himself safe, or more so to keep everyone around him safe. He was silent, like a secret weapon, ironically enough he could be the secret fang of his kind if he wished it to be so. But he didn't. He shook himself slightly. He was Damien, the loner wolf. And that was what his life would be.
"What do you know about Hellfire and Tartarus, Secret Fang?" he woofed. He stood stock still for a moment, suprised and shocked with himself. Stupid. She's going to know something. She can't know anything! I don't care if she's the relative of a spirited -- she'd kill me as soon as she figured it out! And I might be dying anyway, but I'll spend as much time here as I can before I go. Maybe, just maybe, I can figure out a way to do more than just die here.
He couldn't explain it. Perhaps it was only because she was the first wolf he'd met while living. Or maybe it was because she was a pretty thing, or because she knew of things like storytellers and she could possibly have a spirited bloodline. Whatever it was, Damien was both unnerved and intrigued by her prescence. He met her eyes again, wondering maybe if he would find an answer there. But like her namesake, she seemed a mystery.
And I wonder what I look like to her. Perhaps a mystery, too. Only a darker one. One that was never meant to set paw on this earth....
His eyes still held a war of will and desire, the look a wolf would hold if he were set aflame and left to die. All of this staring back at Secret Fang.
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Post by hOwL on Aug 17, 2008 21:58:54 GMT -5
While he did what ever she watched as he was in the water first before she turned her head away to groom herself. It was just because if he choosed to attack she could hear his paw steps in the water before it came to her so she relaxed a little knowing there was a warning for her. She licked over her blooded white paws cleaning them off swiftly with a smooth rasp of her pink licker. Her eyes came back to him as he called her name. Enough for you to get your tail planted into the earth for ever thinking i know nothing about them. she stated in a smart ass way. She gave him a look before turning around from his stare to groom her back paw that itched. She sat up again and shook her long furred self and sat there looking at him bathe. Soon enough he would be finished and the healing proccess would come into Q unless he flinches or somthing. Secret being actually a tad bit weary on touching him....males not coming into her life. She was beautiful...back home all the males being baned from coming with her or being with her, she was left in the nursery with the queens and the high class females learning things a female should do and rituals. Her crown lowered to the grass snipping a few blades she swallowed them, and looked up to the sky a soft rain cloud coming over the mist that the place held. She looked back at him with the same gaze as before and stared at him for a long while.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 17, 2008 22:11:54 GMT -5
He finished and stepped out of the river, stepping couteously away from her to shake the water from his pelt, not wanting to make her more snippish by getting her wet. He sighed, the sad look boring into hers for a moment before turning away. "I figured you'd say something like that. But I didn't ask you if you knew, I asked you what you knew," he woofed. Because just like most of the wolves in Twilight, chances are, you have it completely wrong. It would be like me telling you I know what the mountains are like. I only know the words of my mentor. And it's a damn good thing you can't read minds. He smiled inwardly, but it was a grim one. If I told you anything factual about myself, you'd take it as an insult to your intelligence. I'd bet my sorry excuse of a life on that.
He looked towards her, the humor from his own private thoughts linger around the edges of his gaze, bordering the sorrow.
"Hm, let me guess. To you it's just a large hole where Death and Flame throw all the baddies and let them burn. Oh, and Tartarus if just a private section that bigger, hotter, too. Like a volcano, even. That's what most stories say, though I don't know what they say about it outside of this valley. I'd guess it's much the same," he mused, sounding increasingly bitter. He leaned against the tree, the faint outlines of flickering flames dancing across his face.
It's so damn cold here. Sure, the forest might be on fire, but you think it would at least be cozy or something! He shivered slightly, flames still flickering in the shadows, light flashing across his face in irregular patterns.
And what do I look like to the rest of the world now?
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Aug 24, 2008 0:52:52 GMT -5
((*blinks slowly* You guys wrote a lot… it was intimidating to read XD))
Taking relaxed, confident steps, an ivory form sauntered through the brush. With a nonchalantly swing of her tail, the figure paused, scarlet paws finding hold on the ground below. The dirt beneath her paws was blanketed with soot, with the exception of a few depressions along the ground.
Peculiar.
Advancing a couple steps, the femme raked her gaze over the prints, discovering that these were not the tracks of prey- which she had been hoping for- and that instead she had found the tracks of a fellow wolf.
Figures.
Idly bringing her head up, she sighed as pale star shine lit up one eye- but not the other. Her single, multi-colored eye- navy blue swathed with a sliver of hazel- brightly gleamed, while the other- a black, colorless coal- remained in darkness.
I’m a freak, I’m a freak she reminded herself, now so accustomed to hearing the words that she nearly yawned at her own thoughts. What a dull day…
Voices and the proceeding splashing caught her attention.
So, the makers of these prints are still around, eh? Hmm… well, I’ve got nothing better to do-
Giving her mostly snow white pelt a brisk shake, the fae padded calmly in the direction of the noises, finding two wolves in the river together.
Without bothering to hide herself from view- she had a white and red pelt that would easily stand out anyway- she spoke with such a frankness that it sounded almost teasing.
“You guys having fun over there?”
((and so it begins X3
Wolf with attitude meets undead wolfie- PART 1))
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 24, 2008 16:11:06 GMT -5
(( Oh goodie! XD ))
Damien's ears twitched, and his eyes moved sharply from Secret Fang to the new, red-and-white figure that had appeared in front of them. He eyed her suspiciously, his mind tugging for him to take his leave now. But he couldn't -- he wouldn't get very far from here with his injured leg, and this place was probably the best shelter he would find for the time being. He was stuck here with this newcomer -- who was unnerving him greatly -- and Secret Fang, who he feared already that he'd spoken too freely with.
He studied this stranger through narrowed copper eyes, taking in her odd appearence. It appeared she was missing one eye -- or at least that's what he'd deducted from the pitch darkness of the socket. Otherwise, she appeared a completely normal wolf. Otherwise...
But there was something about that nothingness, something about that utter non-existance of the eye that reminded him too much of the place he feared the most. The place he'd been thrust into and nearly left for eternity.
He didn't know when he's stood up and fluffed up her dark, ash-swathed pelt with anxiety, but he was on his paws, staring at this wolf with his pained gaze, gritting his teeth together to bare in a snarl.
Slowly, he relaxed himself, sitting back down a looking down at the flattened grasses by this wolf's paws to keep himself from becoming agitated once more.
"Er....sorry..." he muttered. "You startled me, I guess," he lied. "I'm Damien. Who might you be?"
I probably should've picked out an alias....the less these wolves know of me, the better. Ah, well. I'll figure something out -- including a backstory for myself -- after I leave them. That way no one else will have any knowledge of me at all. And once more, it will be like I never existed....
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Post by hOwL on Aug 24, 2008 18:43:36 GMT -5
(MES BACK!)
Well fit female picked her frame up walking smoothly through the little ferns that spotted the place giving the dead surrounding a hope that oneday the greeness of the forest with vast. Softly snipping some yellow flowers with her fangs she walked back, and sat rather far from the injured male...but close from how far she was before. She listened her auds cocking as she got ready to respond. Say what you think. But to get send to either you have- she was cut off as her gaze flashed at a iviory female. Her fur prickled with dislike...as really what the hell did she no if this female was with this guy? She relaxed at the wave of feeling that came from Damion but Secret Fang yet made no reason to speak nor move. Her focoused gaze kept on the female sitting on her hides just so she could spring and bolt if anything really happened. She already had some wounds on herself from before. She needs no other idiot to make more. Blinking she twitched her tail bringing it to her side. Not as much as I would like but thats fine i guess. she barked and licked her still bloody muzzle from her catch.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 24, 2008 18:54:53 GMT -5
Damien found himself glad that their conversation had been cut short by this foreign wolf. He'd already gotten too worked into it, already gone too far and said a little too much. It was a blessing that Secret Fang hadn't pursued it, as the gates of Hell and beyond probably weren't the typical conversation topics. But still, he couldn't help but feel like this newcomer was far from being a 'blessing'. She seemed to be his opposite, almost, like the moon and the sun, only not so obviously. No, there was something deeper. She seemed to hold the feelings of the darkness he'd resided in inside that empty, eyeless place, or again, perhaps it really was an eye, but it only seemed empty. Maybe he was bringing on his own fears by thinking of it as emptiness; like the emptiness of Tartarus.
It's nothing. I don't even know who this wolf is! Just cool it, Damien...you're gonna raise a lot of questions that aren't ready to be answered....
But talking to himself did very little to keep down the instinctive agitation. So instead, he looked back towards Secret Fang, curiosity spiking when he saw her looking between him and this stranger for a moment. However, whatever had flored her was gone now. He blinked gratefully to her. "Thank you....it probably would've gotten infected. I really don't know much about healing," he admitted. "Do you do this often?" He asked her. He'd heard of travelling healers before. Secret Fang, from the little of what he knew of her, seemed not to be the type to do that, but he'd only just met her; really, he could be wrong. Best get her mind off of his earlier bitterness and onto something completely different.
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
