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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 30, 2008 1:20:59 GMT -5
Realization dawned on him, and he stopped dead and his tracks, eyes wide.
He remembered a few of the tales now...ones he hadn't liked. It was childish, maybe, to expect more of the sweet and reject the bitter. But that was life in Hellfire. He didn't have to deal with the bitter then because he'd already seen the worst he would ever see, and he would never live to have to confront the trials and problems of the living realm. So he'd paid less attention to the stories that made his stomach turn, and tuned in more to those that made his heart dazzled.
But he could never forget some of the details Redfang had remembered to give him this time.
He shook himself, resuming his walk, eyes down and troubled as he remembered and mulled over the details of the story. It was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth to speak again, words hesitant but at the same time, sure and certain. "I think I know what you speak of," he started, "and I deeply regret you had to deal with....." he looked out into the forest, eyes sad, yet sparks of anger shooting through, too, as he searched for the right phrase.
"...I'm sorry you've had to live among sexist bastards." He said simply, then fell silent again.
It explained a lot, really; her hesitance, changing moods, careful movements. The odd distance when she was around. Not that he knew her that well, but maybe it was because she'd healed him before, or that she was the first live wolf he'd met....but she fascinated him. He knew, deep down, he'd also be furious if Sanceul, bitchy as she was, had gone through any such treatments.
"Gender is different in one way -- and that way is nothing but black and white, plain, standard. It has nothing to do with who we are. Male and Female -- we are the same species. The wolven world could not exist without one or the other. Like you said --- we are wolf."
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Post by hOwL on Aug 30, 2008 22:36:45 GMT -5
Her steps stopped and she turned to face him her fangs bared. How dare you speak on such subject.... she spat at him the fur on the back of her tail riseing with the itching feeling of anger and hate. Memories of the unwanted flashing in her mind making her ache with pain and uneasiness of her. The way they all seemed to no but still let it happen...the sickness that ran in there mind and distroyed them slowly in the mortal ring of hell taking other with them. She snorted and turned around to relax herself, but fear and anger zoomed off of her. You no nothing about my past yet. she whispered harshly moving away from him she stocked away into the night, her heart in her throat but her mind set on him. How did he know?
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 31, 2008 10:33:09 GMT -5
Damien's eyes narrowed. "Oh, and what would have liked me to say? That I still don't get it? Because I'm not a blind mouse, Secret Fang, I can see I totally...weird you out or something! And not like I'm creepy, well, I might be -- I really wouldn't know -- but also you have an accent, okay?" Lame. Lamer. Lamest. You sound really lame, by the way.
"And you know what, maybe I know more than you think.....not about you, but just about....life and death in general. Maybe you're not the only one here with reason to distrust. So honestly, why waste time with me? I'm not just another stupid male. I'm a wolf, with eyes, ears, just like you, and I'm just as much entitled to my opinion. I'm not going to look stupid to make you feel better," With that, he turned and continued down the slope away from her, not leaving her, but not staying in one place either. "It's called being compassionate. Where I come from, when someone says they're sorry, they usually mean it. Then again, most don't ever say it." His tone was lighter now, though it was evident he was still miffed by her sudden flare of anger.
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Post by hOwL on Sept 1, 2008 21:27:47 GMT -5
She stopped mid in her path and turned around ramming her nose and snout right up against his and pushing him back like a little pup fight would occur. First of all....male...I didnt ASK for you to make me feel better. Neither want any of your worthless pitty that everyone seems to be giving off when you tell them a darm story. she spat at him baring her fangs yet not lashing out at him like she would have if it was another male...which was wierd because it seems as if the fact and the thought did not approve to him. She sneezed before she went on speaking. Compassionate is a WHOLE other level of feeling and WORDS if you did no that. she added nearly pounceing on him and tumbeling him into the ground. Lastly. WHY WOULD YOU EVENNNNNNNNNNNN SAY THAT?! she spat loudly stopping. Waste my time with you? You are not even CLOSE on what everyone else here is! You havent SEEN them yet...your better! you SPEAK TO ME, WALK, RUN, AND LAUGH WITH ME! All they do is warn me on how much this world sucks. AS IF I DONT ALREADY NO! TAKE A LOOK AT THIS PLACE! she continued venting. You make me feel as if I REALLY have a reason here and I like that, i mean you lift that fear that they all made forced me to feel...and it feels...so good. she said calming down and closeing her eyes she took a deep breath opening her eyes she pinned her ears back flat to her head relizeing what she had just said blushing under her fur. Uh..I-I mean, you no...um understood. she put in to try to cover it...but honey...theres no covering that.
[XD there so CUTE!!!]
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 2, 2008 6:26:38 GMT -5
[ LOL I thought she would like bite his head off or somethin' XD ]
Damien laughed softly, a volume she would be able to hear, but it wasn't mocking. "We come from different worlds.....well, not all that different. I might speak of compassion only because I was lucky enough to have a mentor that knew the meaning of the word. Really, the rest of them will rot away in hell," he winced, probably at how apt his words really were, but Secret Fang would never guess ; he realized that now. No wolf could ever guess his actual monstrosity.
The forest was still smoking thick, though no fires burned here now, or anywhere near here. No fires that were visible. But now many spirits roamed these lands....their hearts dark except for the blazing torches they held inside of them. One of these torches was Damien's.
"SO on a happier note....." Damien frowned, looking around the place for some sort of inspiration.
"Well, it looks like home," he spat the last world, obviously displeased. "A little too much like home for a traveller who was aiming to get away."
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Post by hOwL on Sept 3, 2008 6:10:27 GMT -5
She twitched her nose seeing that he did not see her like toward him. Good. Didnt need any of that spilled. She listened to him and nodded slightly. Yea. she barked to him. She looked around the forest. The air dense with smoke even then both of them inhaleing such things as that polution. Flickering her auds she looked back at him with a steady gaze as he spoke about his home. The world is beautiful. Where ever you are you will have a chance to see it....give this place a chance....im sure its not so bad. she woofed to him with a honest tone. She smiled softly and started down the slope again her tail high in a positve position instead of negative. Yes, you can say she was alright now...even though the touchy subject made everything swell.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 3, 2008 6:30:24 GMT -5
Damien opened his mouth to answer her, but was cut off by the sound of a tree pulling away from its roots, dislodging from place and tumbled to the ground now far ahead of them. Most of its charred remnants shriveled, leaving only a carcas of ash and soot in its place.
Damien turned back to Secret Fang, a little miffed that they'd just witnessed a tree commit suicide, in a way.
"Er...not so bad?" He asked, raising a brow. His tone was light still, though. He laughed softly, shrugging. "No, I'm sure you're right, I think I just have rotten luck for being here now of all times. Hm, well, hey, I met a wolf who could finally put up with me!" He grinned at her, but resumed his walk, also. The grin left his face quickly, perhaps because it wasn't genuine, but more likely he didn't wish to let her know just how happy he was to have met her. No....it was better if she didn't know in the end.
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Post by hOwL on Sept 8, 2008 16:11:38 GMT -5
Eyes turned to see the tree fall before them and she smiled lightly and looked at Damien when he spoke to her. She tilted her crown and sighed. Well...look at it from a diffrent view. she barked to him wagging her puffy tail slightly behind her. She winked at him. Her actions had gotten actually warmer for him. You yourself being able to tell that she had warmed up to him and well depended on him. No. Not as a mate. But as a fellow companion to laugh and talk with. It was fine...and really she liked it. She giggled at his words. Of all the wolves. she added and turned to him again. She blinked in thought before turning around. Hungry? She asked him in general her appite kicking in.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 8, 2008 18:06:45 GMT -5
"Yes, starving! It took me a longer time to get up the cliffside then come down....I suppose if you're built for such things, you have a larger energy capacity for doing them. Rugged flatlands is my forte, I guess, if you think of the South. Amazing as they were, those mountains do kinda make me--" he was cut off by a demanding rumble in his stomach. He blinked, surprised, then wincing apologetically. "Er....yes, well, let's hunt then. There's bound to be something around here...." He drew in the air without hesitation, smoke not bothering him due to his past living quarters. The scent of prey was sharp and delectable underneath the blankets and canopy of soot and ashes ;; a large snowshoe was out and about.
Dropping into a silent prowl, as was the customary move for a hutner of smaller game, he drew each soot-dapples foot forward gingerly and carefully, taking care not to make any noise less the rabbit's sharp ears pick up on the slightest noise.
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Post by hOwL on Sept 8, 2008 21:04:28 GMT -5
Alrighttt, she whispered to him. She disseapered into some leaves, leaving him for the momment alone. Her paw steps could no longer be heard but her delicate scent lingered closely in the air and around. She walked in a stocky was her head lower the ground as she scented each peice of grass and bark to get the smoke out of her nostrils. To tell you so much, she was not that adapted to smoke in her life. Nope not at all. She depended on her hearing and her eye sight to do most of the job. She stopped once she heared a twig snap from behind some bushes. She gapped her mouth open slightly taking in the scents carefully and smelt another wolf on the wind. She tried to peer over the other side, when somthing shot up. No wait...not somthing...someone, she let out a loud alerted snarl as the large bodice knocked her back flat on her back its weight landing firmly on her, fangs pierceing her neck. She kicked him off swiftly the large male was huge compared to herself barly being able to kick him off. He barked loudly at her snapping at her legs and paws. Her fangs dipped out at his snout as he came over to bit her leg, snapping down harshly....this wolf was not mortal....it was imposslbe. His claws racked her face making her turn her face. Flee...flee it told her. Her lean powerful bodice sprinted away, bleeding from a few places already. But he prisisted on her trail, grabbing her flank with his teeth he dragged her down. Secret Fang twisted with a yelp attacking him serverly several times, and whimpering loudly as he munched down into her flesh. She was loosing miserablely but why? His maroon kissed eyes, penitrated into her flesh like a killer with no mind. You will die today. He hissed to her, with one huge heave once more he knocked her down into the earth pulling back as she twisted fangs making contact with his face and snout...he bled...badly...but that didnt slow him down. She turned around, quickly running down the path she took quickly, her ears pinned to her head and her eyes full of pain. She nearly tackled Damien to the ground as she neared him, looking back from where she came, she saw nothing of that male that attacked her...looking down at her munched paw, she shivered her breathing unsteady as she brushed her fur against Damien...He...Hes going to kill me this time... she whispered to herself lowering her head with shame and almost no pride at all....she knew who that wolf was...a little bit to well.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 8, 2008 21:14:18 GMT -5
Damien didn't hear a thing until Secret Fang was suddenly there, tackling him to the dirt. He didn't even utter an "oof" of surprise, as the breath was knocked fresh out of him and he was quite frankly shocked beyond belief at this movement. The rabbit sprinted away from him, and he felt a moment's irritation before he realized that Secret Fang seemed absolutely terrified. He squirmed away from her, staring at her with a mixture of wariness, what was left of his shock and surprise, and a sudden urgency. "What? Who is this wolf? Where is he?" He woofed, voice tense and senses working over time to decipher the scents underneath the smoke.
It was the wolf he had smelled a while back, the one he thought they had passed by, seeing as the scent wasn't exactly as fresh as his own would've been at the time. Now, it appeared that the dark shade had been awaiting their arrival to this place, perhaps seeing Secret Fang and deciding to toy around with the 'locals'.
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
Not anyday.
Or maybe he's not after Secret Fang at all? Even if he is...Secret Fang might have overlooked my appearence, but he might not. She might stand a better chance if I track him on my own and deal with him.....
But he could not make plans for the future now; he had to deal with the present predicaments. He eyes the misted underbrush with a dark glare, a threatening snarl beginning to form on his lips.
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Post by hOwL on Sept 8, 2008 21:35:25 GMT -5
She bled from her neck and snout almost as she twitched her nose at the scents and his snarl, making her slightly blood trickled ear twitch toward the area. She moved closer to this male named Damien until she realized what she was doing. Since effing WHEN did she ever depend on a male? She moved away annoyed with her self but flickered her ears back up at the sound of paws as they sprinted away, making the fur on her back arch with aggression and fear. He had left...or so it had sounded like he did. She swallowed the fear in her throat and silently slipped away from Damien's side down the oppite way of the strong scent of the predator that was out to get her....he was the one that her own tribe feared. One that was suppose to kill one of her own for his own destiny...one that now seeked her to kill her and slaughter her to stop the prophecy of her family to form and keep it alive. He the one that caused her to fear on so many males. She flickered her ears flat to her head, flickering them back up to listen every few steps. Not caring if she left Damien behind. She wanted to go home...now. No more games...let me go home... You cannot. You are forbidden to show your own face there as a failure. You will do what you are meant to do...and you will do it. She shook her head at her ancestor damning him to hell. She stopped at a steep rock and looked around closely, her stomach arching with hunger...but hunger was not her problem this time.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 8, 2008 21:47:49 GMT -5
Damien still remained tense as Secret Fang drew away from him, and even as the predator fled into the dust. Without another word, he backed slowly away from her, not even looking at Secret Fang, but eyes still locked on the space where the stalker had faded away. With only a small swish in the blankets of black underpaw, Damien whisked himself away into the mists at a swift pace, perhaps meaning to flee from the beast, or to get away from Secret Fang...but in reality, probably only giving himself space to think. There was too much going on right now to deal with Secret Fang's mess of strange and confusing actions and words. He needed a simpler place to make peace with himself and form a new plan.
But before he ran to the end of her range of vision, he turned back, just once, to study her beautiful face once more.
For he was certain he would not meet with her again.
What was the point? He could track the demon without dragging her right along with him. Sure, she could fend for himself, but isn't this what he was here for? To be all noble and that crap? Sure, why not?
His eyes were holding the images of a burning wolf once more as he rushed away from the only friend he'd ever made.
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Post by hOwL on Sept 8, 2008 22:02:33 GMT -5
She sat at the base of the rock and laid down, letting her mind take over her body as she looked over the smoke kissed forest. What do you want me to see here? I don't understand... she hissed in her mind and lowered her head down and across her paws lazily. Hoping that is she sleeps or closes her eyes she would get the image of Damien out of mind. Why was she attracted to him? What was so freaking special about him? She flickered her ears with annoyance and closed her eyes softly letting the dimming sun touch her fur just softly. She let the pain of her bites numb out as she curled closer to oneself as the cool breeze of the upper mountain came over her. She dreamed...of Damien.
He stood in a crouched position at the edge of a creek his cold maroon eyes looking over the water at Damien who appeared. But he himself was not always there. & that was just a secret that Damien, did not know. Known none for what his deed was...nor his purpose or where he came from. Perfect. He lifted his head and looked over at him. Was wollen Sie? (what do you want?), he hissed loudly over the water in a booming deep tone. He was huge for a wolf...his language that he spoke being German...the look in his eyes where sheer and evil. He looked at the male pinning his ears flat to his skull growling, then smirking.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 9, 2008 18:46:58 GMT -5
Words were whispered from the mist, or perhaps it was a normal speaking tone, but it was too far off and in an unfamiliar tongue ; Damien's pawsteps kept on flying over the crippled grasses with a speed that showed no times of slowing. His mind was whipping through image after image and scenario after scenario, flashing past a thousand different thoughts with the lightning, dangerous speed of a whirpool. He couldn't have ever stopped and turned back at this point. Not even if Secret Fang was in trouble again. He was barely sure of his own pawsteps, speeding and flighty as they were. How could he be any good to anyone right now?
He would run on until the sun would set once more...
And he would finally screech to a halt in a den a few miles away from the mountains...where he would find no reassurence. Only troubled sleeps.
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