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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Nov 28, 2008 22:02:24 GMT -5
"...oh yes, five... I remember now... but my, er... my guardian... well, he never told me much about the mountain packs..."
He never had the chance-- you left before he could finish telling you all his stories Sanceul thought to herself, a renewed sorrow sliding like a serpet over her heart.
"...my favorite? Wow, I don't know if I can answer that one..." Sanceul brushed away thoughts of her old "father" and grew calmer. "Well, the one I remember most is about Verlust and Lupus rushing the den during the great war of the packlands... and how Verlust killed Lupus afterward. I don't know if it's my favorite and it's one of the most common tales, but it sort of struck me as odd that Verlust could murder Lupus after all his loyalty and such..."
I also remember tales from the old BloodMist pack... but those are Blood's tales. Those are tales to be forgotten...
"...what about you? What's your favorite?"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 29, 2008 19:37:04 GMT -5
Damien nodded, not being able to answer his own question, either. "Me? I guess I don't really have one, they're all...er...interesting in their own ways. I suppose the ones of the Great War fascinated me the most, though. Choices in Hellfire never got you much of anywhere except for maybe getting slapped or left in the dark for a bit. Choices in life can....well, they can turn more than just an entire pack inside out. They were some of the first stories my...mentor told me, too, so that's probably another reason why they've stuck to me most," he woofed.
He wracked his brain, searching its distant corners for anything Redfang had mentioned about the present packs. He frowned, only remembering when she'd told him of the plague, and the going-ons, nothing of real concrete importance now...
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Nov 30, 2008 16:13:46 GMT -5
"...I wonder what the packs are like now..." Sanceul murmured out loud. "...I don't know... wouldn't it be strange, having so many wolves around you? And you don't rely on yourself-- you rely on everyone else. I wonder what that feels like..." She sighed, closing her eyes.
"Many wolves would describe packs as idealistic... they all care and love each other, protect each other, and have each other's backs. And yet... surely it can't be that perfect? Otherwise there wouldn't be wars..."
She shifted her paws, curling her now-bandaged foreleg toward her chest.
"...sorry, I'm rambling, aren't I?"
I just like hearing the sound of voices... soothing voices...
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 1, 2008 18:44:13 GMT -5
Damien shrugged, a small smile on his face at Sanceul's contemplations. She clearly seemed to prefer her lifestyle the way it was now -- or maybe she, too, wished for a pack now and then? Who knows. There's so much twisted crap in that head of hers, sure, let's just throw that one in there too. She probably has some secret way of thinking about normal stuff like that in a morbid fashion. Pfft.
"Eh, I guess it's wolves rambling that gets most stories going though, isn't it? Or maybe it's the abscence of idea exchange that is the source of the tragedies -- the Great War, for example. Sure, Sky and Wind were all cozy, and Lupus and Verlust pretty much had the right to be hostile, but really, I think killing each other wasn't the best solution there," he snickered softly. "Power doesn't do great things for wolves' heads."
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 2, 2008 21:05:48 GMT -5
Sanceul frowned. "No... power doesn't do any good at all," she agreed softly, seeming to be mumbling to herself. "And not just where packs are concerned either..."
She yawned then, lifting her head and resuming the wrapping of the wound on her side-- which was difficult, seeing as she had to twist about to get the cobwebs near her spine.
"...if you don't mind talking about it... what was it like where you came from?" She began speaking in her normal tone of voice, although she sounded slightly distracted with the cobwebs muffling her words.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 4, 2008 22:43:55 GMT -5
Damien stiffened, taken aback so far that he could not even muster a shocked, curious, wide-eyed gaze towards Sanceul until after a full minute of silence. And then, he asked in a broken whisper, "Why? Why do you.....oh. Regulus proved it to you, I'm going to wager? I've got part of the....aura, the feel of one of them...but only part. Regulus' is ten times stronger.....he did not burn in Hellfire. He was in Tartatrus until one of my....er....pack ran into him. He got out...caused mayhem in the Twilight Realm. It's our fault, I suppose..." he rambled, then wrinkled his nose, realizing Sanceul probably wasn't following anything he was saying at all.
He sighed, then began again, "I wasn't born. I wasn't born so I couldn't die. I wasn't a stillborn ; I wasn't birthed and killed in the same movement. Neither happened for me. My mother carried me to death with her.....and then....." he swiped his tongue over a splatter of blood on his pelt. "...I've been told I was born a wolf of silver with only slight tints of black, and even streaks of red. Soot can be removed...normal soot. But when you are....incinerated in such a place as that.....you don't leave without it making its mark on you...forever." He gave himself a slight shake, the silver glinting out from underneath the thick, inky black tips of his pelt's countless hairs.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 5, 2008 0:35:35 GMT -5
Sanceul glanced up at Damien with a puzzled expression on her muzzle when he began to spew out (in her eyes) a stream of nonsensical words. All this talk of auras and mention of Regulus… it all made her sick with bewilderment and de ja vu, suddenly reminding her of Blood’s rants of her ‘prison’ when she had first communicated with her Hellfirian-bound mother. But she only continued to spiral into deeper confusion when Damien explained that he was not killed nor born, yet he was taken to Hellfire.
“…the world suddenly seems more unfair than I first thought,” Sanceul murmured. “You’re basically saying that, although you committed no sin, no treachery… you were still sent to endure punishment?” She narrowed her eyes. A minute passed before she relaxed again, resuming the task of binding her wounds. Then, speaking as if nothing had happened, she murmured, “…were there others like you? Others that grew up in Hellfire?”
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 7, 2008 22:02:38 GMT -5
Damien frowned deeply as he watched Sanceul's display of complete bewilderment. After a moment, he managed to morph it into a humorless, dry curve that he supposed was meant to resemble. He mentally prodded himself, and gave up the pretense. Sanceul would get the truth with no sugarcoating. She saw through it, anyway, so what was the point?
"...I suppose I was viewed as an appendage of the treachery. Like a fifth leg stuck to the body of a villain...." he mused softly, taking a moment before he moved onto her next question. His voice was coarse as he answered her now, "Yes. There is only one other like me -- Rosalinda. Rosa is....was....my sister. As far as pups that were naturally in Hellfire....I only saw and heard talk of one. Pups are born with an innoccence....all wolves are innoccent...until proven guilty, until there is some mark against them. Assyria was seven moons old when she died, being selected inVerlust's guard and fighting anyways, even though she knew it was suicide for someone like her. She was Babylonia's only daughter....her innoccence didn't stand a chance against a mother like that. She had her chance to reclaim it, but instead, Assyria focused on learning and watching. She's a little younger than me....and absolutely lethal. She wasn't seen often, and no one talked to her unless they wanted to be her next practice dummy."
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 12, 2008 23:56:24 GMT -5
Sanceul inclined her muzzle a bit, thoughts churning. "...but if you die right now... aren't you innocent? I mean, you specifically-- you haven't done wrong, have you? Doesn't that mean that you could go to the Twilight Realm when you die...?"
She flicked her ears, thinking as she finished the last of the wrappings (the wounds that she could reach, at least). She then rested her head on the ground, listening more intently to the conversation.
This is all so very strange... well, at least it's not normal. That would be far too dull.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 21, 2008 12:55:21 GMT -5
Damien shrugged. "I have a theory: Hellfirian wolves reincarnate when they die. Because the gates of Hellfire are open, there's absolutely nothing to stop them from walking right out again, and again, and again.....but as far as the Twilight Realm and I go....I do not believe they know of my existence. I think my life and death are obscured because of the way they happened in reverse. Then again, I technically didn't die, but in the eyes of the Twilight Realm, I should not be alive or breathing right now. The only reason they know of the other Hellfire wolves....if they even do....is because they lived before." He sighed softly, staring at a lone water droplet slipping slowly from the musty ceiling of the den. "Just theories. I'm not sure if I'd test any of them."
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 22, 2008 23:42:09 GMT -5
"...you'd think that life and death would have a more foolproof design..." Sanceul muttered. She blinked, her ebony orb keeping Damien trained in her gaze. "...do you even know how old you are-- I mean, since you were 'concieved'?" She withdrew her sprawled out leg slowly to curl up against her stomach, the claws of her hind limb grazing the bandages of spider silk that kept her stable.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 22, 2008 23:49:26 GMT -5
Damien frowned. "Conceived or born? I think you know the answer to the second," he woofed. He groaned inwardly. Retracing and tracing this all through the dark shadows of his mind was starting to confuse even him. I think there's a problem with me right there: I don't think you're supposed to puzzle yourself when it comes to your own state of being. Aw, hell, I know I'm not normal, so really, what's the point of this whole thought bubble, anyway? The brute shifted to rest on his stomach, letting his lids slide shut over his tired eyes. His ears stood at attention, still aware and conscious of whatever Sanceul would say. The night's events and his own truths and pretenses were starting to wear on him. The dividing lines were simply to thin to differentiate.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 23, 2008 0:11:54 GMT -5
Sanceul sighed softly, watching Damien slide to the ground and close his eyes. Must be tired... eh, I can't exactly blame him. He had to drag me all the way over here...
"...never mind," she uttered, dropping her head to the ground. "I think I'll go ahead and doze off, if it's alright with you... I want to be well enough to walk as quick as possible..."
...well, I want to be well enough to fight, actually... but close enough.
Without waiting for an answer, she twisted around, wincing at the soreness of her flank and spine. She curled into a tight ball, bringing her fluffy tail around her like a blanket, her tail tip resting on the tip of her nose. Both eyes disappeared into a swath of ivory fur, and she silently began drifting into sleep.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 23, 2008 1:32:30 GMT -5
"Mhmmm you have no idea how good that sounds...delicious, really..." he yawned widely, mouth expanding and fangs reaching out to stretch. His jaws slid shut after an enternity of exchanges through the airways. Luckily, the 50/50 chance he had of yawning again did not affect him -- either because he did not have the energy to, he'd gotten it all out in his giant exhale-inhale before, the change passed him up, or he, quite simply, was already too far gone with the seduction of sleep that nothing could reach him now. Nothing at all.
Not nightmares, not fears, not worries, not regrets, nothing. Finally, after moons of plague and epidemic, he was spared at least this one night to rest in peace. The first night he'd ever rested in peace, really. Clean, fresh, unobscured sleep.
He was a magnet for irony.
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