A [[Love]] so {{POWERFUL}}[Myst. wolf/anelie/open}

[Sheera]

".....no good, son of a cat, that Risika is!" an angered adult voice came in a mutter. An ivory wolf sat in a den, next to a cold, limp form. The smell of herbs were strong in the cavern, along with the foul smell of bile, and the sweet smell of deer. The limp form lay on a nest, that seemed to just fit her perfect. The form was ebony, no sign of blood on its pelt. It was true that there were many messed up wolves in the world, but no one was messed up enough to treat a corpse like it was alive, and needed comfort, food, water, and herbs. The form was not dead, no, but not far from it.
The adult wolf's dark-hued green eyes were worried, but also angered, obviously, by her words, at Risika. There was an odd, small bowl-like dip in the cold, rock ground, and it lay right next to the unconscience female. It was filled with water, and right next to it was another dip, a bit shallower, filled with fresh deer meat.
It would be quite strange if this was not a permanent home; it had herbs organized, and placed into the walls, it had a large fresh kill pile, filled with three deer, and many small rodents and birds, she had many nests, including the one the unconscious slept in, one off to the side, and, though you couldn't see it, one in a capsule-like thing, as they have in China.
"She must be a fool to do such evil!" the wolf sniffed angrily. She growled in irritation and gently, for her angry mood, opened the limp wolf's move, and made her swallow four drops of honey, to help with her throat's irritation.

[Sivoncé™]

"Why do you say such things about poor Risika, hm? She never did anything she wasn't told to do. And even at that, she certainly didn't follow through with it!" The she-wolf snorted in exasperation. "It's funny. She was always good at following orders. Guess we pushed her a little too far. Well....let's just say she snapped. But that's okay. She'll be back in about a moon or two. And she'll drive herself crazier trying to get back. Oh, but there's no going back now. Hellfire's open for the world. Anyway, I guess I do have some information that might, might interest you," the she-wolf stepped forward, her crimson pelt still vibrantly visible in the twilight.

[Sheera]

Jen raised an eyebrow in interest. She didn't seem alarmed by this wolf, she wasn't alarmed by any wolf that came by; they couldn't threaten her life, if they did she would just come back to life. She watched the wolf evenly.
"Oh?"
She chuckled inwardly, ignoring the comments about Risika.

Just at that moment, spasms broke out from the limp wolf. Liquid creeps out onto her ebony pelt, thick and crimson. Blood seeped, covering the ebony fur in a thick puddle of blood. Screams broke out from the wolf, terrifying and bloodcurtling. Blood spurt out of the female's throat as she screamed, the liquid on her pelt thickening, and thickening. Her breathing became rapid, the sound of blood filling her lungs clear in the air. The screams grew louder, shrieks, seeming wordless, but as the screams continued to grow more high-pitched, and blood curtling the word was becoming clearer.
"RYE!" the word was muffled in her shrieks.
Blood seeped from her closed eyelids, as she screamed for her mate.
"RYE!" it was blood curtling, and the bubbling liquid in her lungs could be heard within her chest.
It was endless; her screams, her shrieks, her blood, her pain, the undeniable name.
"RYE!" she continued to shriek, growing louder, echoing hard off the walls.
Gags of blood muffled her screams, but it did not make them quieter.
"RYE!"

[nighty!]

Kunai finally got to the loner territories cause there was nothing else to do in main camp besides hunting. That reminds him, when he goes back, he'll get some rabbits for the neophytes if they don't get anything cause he wasn't that hungry. Rye! He heard for a distance. That was a familiar name and a familiar scent. The black wolf just ran toward the noise.

Finally getting there. There was three wolves but two of them suppose to be dead. "Mother?!" He looked at the other wolf, he didn't know her but he growled at her.

[Sivoncé™]

The wolf looked pained now, sincerely. "My name is Assyria of the Verlust Guard. Seeing as we won't have as much time to talk as I would've hope we would have," she nodded to Anelie, "you're going to have to do with my name and not my story. Maybe the name will strike sme relevence with you. Maybe you know how I died. Perhaps not. But I bring you news of Rye....," she spat the next name, "Enferian, and....." her voice grew weak, pained agian, "Risika. And there are a few things that need explaining."
"There are many powers at work here....but I do not have time to explain them all to you now. The clock is ticking...and I have things to do, but know this: Risika had little hand in the events that transpired in the Sheeran Camp. She executed them, yes, and I am not excusing her. But she was not the mastermind.
Maybe you've heard of Regulus, the brother of Fenrir? Most do not know Regulus was Fenrir's brother. This was kept hush-hush in both parties. Not exactly sure why, but anyway...the point is that Regulus and Fenrir started an inter-family fued that has continued on down generations....only Regulus' daughter, Lucinda, did not continue like Regulus had planned, shunning her rapist of a father and choosing to side with Rhain, her mother, instead. Regulus gave up on her, being excited by Risika's rebelliousness. But Risika came and went, and there are no other wolves to carry on this fued. He wants followers of his ways. And revenge. And he will stop aat absolutely nothing to track down any wolves that are descended from Fenrir, or products of the bloodline. He wants to turn them as Risika was turned. It is something unfair and uncontrollable. Understand this; if he gets a hold of any of them, I don't care how strong they are. They will succumb to him and him alone. Risika....she had her doubts. And that is what gave Rye the break he got. As soon as they were in the cover of the woods, Rye turned and attacked Enfer on his blind side. Risika.....well, quite frankly, she ran herself off a cliff. And think, now. She didn't do this out of self-pity. She did it for a reason. She did it so Regulus could not reach her and perhaps Rye could escape. In one moon, when she's back, I'm certain she will do it again as soon as possible. The majority of the act was stage. Regulus did not want to make things terribly obvious by doing it himself, but he was watching. he knew Rye got away from Risika and killed Enfer....but Risika was long gone by then. And....so was Rye." She sawllowed hard, looing meaningfully at Jen.
"Rye saw only dust where Anelie had been when he came back to the camp....and his body started expelling blood faster than anyone would've been able to help. At that point, I'm not sure if even Anelie herself could've saved him. He convulsed for a very long time before he died....."

[Sheera]

Jen gaped, eyes wide at her dying daughter, she, with much difficulty turned her eyes to Assyria. She listened carefully, dying as she realized that she had killed both Rye and Anelie. A gag escaped from her, as she realized what she had done, the strong scent of blood in the air, and the roar of the dying Anelie covered up Kunai's words and growls. Jen threw a desperate glance at Anelie and asked a simply question:
"Will Rye and Anelie be in Twilight together?" she hoped deeply inside that they could be together, that they were never to be seperated again. As she asked the question, Anelie's roars and shrieks grew louder as Rye's name was mentioned. Blood convulsed, just as it had on Rye, and she wriggled like a fish, mind wild with pain, agony, and a wild-connection to her love that brought her to her slow, painful death.
Jen caught a glimpse of Kunai, but did not look towards him, she was intent on her question being answwered.

[Sivoncé™]

Assyria glanced to Anelie, shivered violently, then looked away and nodded. "Yes. And I will find my packmate when she returns from Hellfire. I think, if Vance and Winter stay in hiding...away from the packs for a while...Risika and I will be able to keep them safe...." she thought for a moment, then added faintly, "...and perhaps this was how it was meant to be. Perhaps this world holds too much danger and agony for Rye and Anelie. Perhaps....they deserve the eternal peace they will receive. Yes, I believe that. And the only wolf to blame here....the wolf that killed them, truly, is Regulus. Risika and you both had plans to help them.....they just...." she looked at her paws, closing her eyes for a moment. "...backfired."

[nighty!]

Kunai knew that she was dying but didn't know how or what was happening to her. Before her last breaths come. He walked to her. "There is something you need to know. I can't say I don't know how to say it cause I'm gonna say it. You have other brothers and sisters, Mist isn't your blood mother, but did a wonderful job at it. Julian, Kuno, Briggitte, Vance you know, Severian, and I are your brothers and sisters. There are more of us. Jen, over here, the beautiful white wolf with dark green eyes like us, is our mother. She did her part, she succeeded I say," He told her.

[Sheera]

Jen's eyes narrowed, in pain, at the screams of her daughter. She nodded feebly at Assyria's words, wondering why such young wolves had to die so painfully. She chuckled, feebly, trying to get her mind off her shrieking daughter, "Vance has fallen in love with one named Winter? I'm glad." She wondered darkly why her bloodline always seemed to find trouble in some sort of way. "Is.. Julian, Briggitte, Severian, and Kuno alright, are they safe?" she asked, trembling violently, her burning heart hardly able to take Anelie's cries.

Anelie was not near a state of sanity to hear the wolf, her eyes closed, crying the crimson liquid. Her breathing stopped, her screams stopping abruptly, forever. Blood convulsed from her throat with such force, it would only take a small amount of time to drained herself of all her blood. A raging river, the blood came, pouring like the strongest waterfall, the substance leaving her body quickly, like Rye had left her. His scent, even above the strong, sickly scent of blood drifted into her nose, comforting her, even in the agony of her death. Her lungs were filled with the sickening substance, and her last screams abrupted into the air, saying the same words she was saying before 'Rye! Rye! Rye!'
Her blood began to thicken, her heart beat disappearing, the blood pouring as tears from her eyes still pouring, but slowly. The last of her warmth disappeared into the lifeless air, the last of her screams fading into the shadows of the cave, and the last of her broken body drifting slowly to Twilight, to meet him, the name she had been screaming for; Rye.

[Sivoncé™]

Assyria shook her head. "I only know Severian and Brigitte are near warriors, and same with Kuno, I think. Maybe he already is a warrior. And Julian doesn't--" she stopped as she saw Anelie, faded, gone, broken. She dipped her head to Jen, and padded away without another word.

[Sheera]

Jen's head lowered, she felt a twitch of curiousity as she halted at Julian, but she was in too much pain. She turned to Anelie, eyes tear-filled, and pained. "So much pain... all too young..." she whispered to herself. "I'm sorry..." she whimpered to her dead daughter. It was as if it had flooded: the whole den was under two inches of blood, and the flood reached a little ways out of the den. Jen knew Anelie was in no pain anymore, and hopefully she was with her love now, safe and sound away from harm.