Back to that hope [Siveria/Open]

[chickenmuffin]

Orange circled blindly, bumping into trees each time she tried to walk in a straight line. Her efforts to find where she had met that strange wolf with its stranger pack weren't working as far as she could tell. All she could smell was wet, the distinction between wet trees and wet earth was lost. All she could see was greys, browns and blacks, with maybe the odd spark of dull green.
Though she hadn't given up, Orange couldn't shake off the feeling of hopelessness. If she'd even wound up in the right place then she was a very lucky wolf. If only the damned rain would stop!
Narrowing her eyes to slits, Orange tried to look up. The moment she did, rain splashed onto her eyelids, shot down her nose and violated her ears. Orange sneezed and went back to staring at the ground whilst she scuttled forward.
Soaked. Everything is soaked. I bet that Assyria was lying, no one wants me. That much has been proven, I'm an outcast to everything. If I laid down right now, and never moved again, no one would notice. Well, maybe a squirrel will come down to make a nest in my fur, or a bird will come to take my eyes.
Orange thumped against another tree. She shuffled to the side, then stopped, eyes widening. Even as her eyes became flooded once more, she made out the distinct shape of a wolf.
Or maybe I'm just being as stupid as those Pack Wolves. They're all stupid, and I'm everything a wolf should be. Who doesn't want a fighter, someone who knows how to kill and put people in their place!? Now smarten up, its just a bit of rain you goddammed fish-head!
The sodden fur-ball rose up to her full-unimpressive-height, ears facing forward. "Who're you!?" She shouted, trying to get her voice to carry over the ceaseless patter of rain.

[Sivoncé™]

Soft laughter pattered from the sodden, sparse brush like the soft rainfalls. A she-wolf padded forth, into Orange's view, from the rain misted woodlands. "Rage and ire, Orange -- wielding them can be your greatest advantage...though," she swiped a quick, bored look over the ex-Sheeran. "I suppose you'll have to be taught how to wield such weaponries. Ah, well, all in due time, I suppose. Have you thought much of our last conversation? I brought a few friends with me, like I said I would...." She paced around Orange aimlessly, almost unconsciously. She snickered softly, as if enjoying a private joke with herself. Her companions had not yet shown themselves, though they would when they felt it necessary. She blinked towards Orange, copper-red eyes boring into her, studying hard. Would this she-wolf show her fear? If not now, then most definitly later...

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Assyria better know what she's doing-- one wrong move and this packwolf will be running back to her pack with her tail between her legs!
A large shape was hidden in shadow, the dark streaks of fur masking his face and streaking across his flanks and spine providing excellent camouflage under the ashy conditions of the forest around them. Aside from that, the sooty residue from Hellfirian flames darkened his creamy white underbelly, and he was hidden in a depression in the ground, surrounded by dead shrubbery that matched his singed visage. He was invisible.
He noticed the brightly colored femme easily, peering through the dead foliage that shielded him from view. Although it was impossible for Orange to see him, he moved slowly and carefully to avoid making a sound.
I'll come when I'm ready...
"Zeffen."
A soft, barely audible whisper caught him off guard, and Zeffen nearly lost his footing. Thankfully, the wolf merely turned quickly, creating only a small scuffling noise easily drowned out by the sound of Assyria's voice speaking nearby.
A white wolf stood near him, her sapphire orbs gleaming in the dim, smoky air. She slackened her maw, her lower jaw gaping to expose a row of pearl white incisors. Then, quickly, she crouched and crept up beside Zeffen so as to communicate in mere whispers of tongue.
"Shiver... you could have blown our cover," Zeffen hissed under his breath, ducking down behind the depression in the ground. "...and you're late..."[/b]
"I was on my way, but I stumbled on someone... she'll be here soon," Shiver replied coolly, her small voice forcing Zeffen to strain to catch her words. "Assyria will be pleased, I think."
"...who?"
"You'll see..."
Shiver grinned a fox-like grin. A certain little 'gypsy' ready to meet our new addition...

[chickenmuffin]

She was different... Much less flattering. Orange attempted to shed the water from her fur and look more dignified. Shaking only got rid of a small amount of water, and that amount was quickly replaced. Stupid wetness.
Feeling edgy with having Assyria circle her, Orange made herself smaller- completely different from her first reaction to make herself more bigger. Therefore more dominant and threatening. Time changes. It was a strain for her to pick out words over the thundering roar of rain, she couldn't have heard the hiding wolves even if she knew they were there. Words came in disjointed captions. Orange tried her best to fill in the gaps and was fairly sure she got the meaning of what was said.
"Yes, I have thought carefully." She said, but her voice didn't carry and the words where lost; forcing her to speak again, but louder. The words she had pain-stakingly though up to make her seem smart no longer felt so clever. Not her fault, she wasn't much of a word-type. A schizoid really. "I believe that I can be of use to your group" If its what I think it is. But I'm not so sure of anything anymore... "And that the life you have previously described to me, if one I will willingly embrace" Orange took a long breath, surprised that shouting had weakened her at all. Whilst food hadn't been a problem in a pack, she had been struggling to get food. She hadn't worked on her hunting skills, and was paying for it.

[Sivoncé™]

Assyria nodded, tail swishing slightly as if batting away a fly. She blinked, ceasing her movements and staring hard at Orange for a long moment. "All right then. Let's see what you can do, shall we?" Assyria turned, eyes scanning the hazy, clouded territories for a moment before seeming to find what she was looking for.
"Ah, Crimson. Glad you made it out all right. Now, where's the dear...thing?" Her tone was amused and layered in a thick coat of anticipation. "Where is the blood traitor? Where is the one who spoiled my brother?!"

A second female moved forth, lithe and agile in her frame. The scarlet of her pelt was almost indistinguishable underneath her cloak of black soot. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and her back was hunched under the weight of a similarly sized she-wolf, matted with blood and soot as well.
"Risika!" Assyria spat at the ground, snarling openly at the prisoner as she came about.

As Risika's senses came about her, she was shoved from Crimson's back and left in the muck at Assyria's paws. Assyria hissed automatically, looking quite prepared to spit once more. She froze, trembling with fury as the sodden, dilapidated she-wolf before her began to rock back and forth slowly with intense laughter.
"You're going to kill me, right? Mhm. You want to know what happens to the Hellfirians if they 'die', right? Oh, and this is your little test subject---" Risika broke off her jeers with a grimace of pain as Assyria shoved her hard in the gut. She whipped around, eyes set like fiery fiends upon Orange.
"Show me you're ready for my tribe's lifestyle. Kill the blood traitor!"

[chickenmuffin]

Orange blinked water from her eyes, watching in fascination as a ragged wolf stepped forward. She guessed that she was meant to kill it the moment Assyria started snarling. Its not like this was some lovey dovey pack where you licked muzzles- not that Orange had been sure on what would be asked of her, it wasn't going to be that.
Kill a wolf that looks ready to drop by itself? Or is that part of it, maybe the wolf is actually some sort of super-powered brute or something. Oh well, its not like you're... Urm, better not think that at all. These wolves could turn on me anytime... So I'd better show them why thats a bad idea.
Orange's self-inflated ego gave itself another boost at the thought of getting herself known with these new wolves. Just as she was nodding to herself, Assyria whipped round. Shamed to feel herself jump back an inch, Orange quickly tried to redeem herself by nodding curtly. She didn't have to feign her indifference on Risika's life, Orange hadn't been a "Oh no I can't kill a wolf" person in a long time.
The only thing that made her hesitate, was the possibility that there was a trick hidden somewhere. Sniffing uselessly, Orange walked forward until she was close enough to touch Risika. But what does happen when 'Hellfirians' die? She wondered, curiosity burning. In time, Assyria will probably tell me soon. For a moment, Orange just stood there, looking at the wolf with a feral grin. Even if I don't get told, someone will get round to showing me soon enough. With these guys, I'll make plenty of enemies.
Excitement flooded through her, soaking Orange in a way the rain had not. In a flash of motion, her muzzle jerked down, opening wide. Kill a defenseless wolf? Thats just a game. Orange's jaws cut a straight path to the back of Risika's skull, her eyes glinting with deep desire.

[Sivoncé™]

Risika, though weak and crumbling fast, had not let her senses depart her upon entering death. A definite sharpness and pride was there in her defiant gaze and steady, though frail, defensive pose. Jolting agony plunged through two fresh wounds in the back of her head, their depth being too immense for her liking. She wobbled, useless and dizzy under the pentetrating incisors of her newest foe. But through the sudden crimson tint in her vision, she remembered her purpose: Keep Regulus away from her remembered family. Keep Lust away from his old one.
She threw her entire weight forward. Being the weaker wolf, she did nothing to Orange's stance, but she freed herself from the fang-lock and whirled about, prowling low to the ground. She flew at her attacker, taking no chances and not letting the newbie have time to think. She whipped at Orange's side, sinking her claws into soft flesh. The rest of her weight slammed the other wolf, and Risika used her hind claws to rip into the flank as well. She sprang back after a moment, now taking up a defensive circling around the she-wolf. A daring snarl curled from her maw. "Yes, I look weak, but I've trained with Blood Mist, old Silver Mist, and even old White Mist! Do not underestimate me!"
"Finish. Her." Assyria snapped through clenched teeth.
Crimson looked on, only mild interest in her dull gaze.

[Destiny]

[glow=black,2,300]You say to me
What you wanna hear
No one listening, no one cares

i'll be someday
something I am not
We dont wanna be like you
no![/glow]

How many seconds had his paws been in motion? Minutes? Hours? Nights and days? Had it been weeks? Months even? How could the creature possibly remember! How long since he'd been born? How many paw steps had he taken in life? When had he died? How had it happened? How long had he been dead? Why had he been brought back? What was the purpose of the Hellfirian flames that had scorched his pelt so many times? Why did his paws walk on real earth, smoldering and aching with the pain of third degree burns? He should be rotting away in Tarterus right now, he should! This was ridiculous, lacking sense or logic!

[glow=black,2,300]whooaahh (2x) death eternal
whooooaaahh death eternal
whooaahh

Why do people say
she waits for me
as i can't return alive (or as i can't return her love)[/glow]

Risika - Must find find her. Not check.
Ashur - Must run from him.
Babylonia - Avoid at all costs.
Everyone Else - Don't exist as far as I am concerned.
The little check list in his mind was front and fore most. With each name and reason came a visual. The others were all faceless to him; a dozen or so unknown wolves as far as Lust was concerned. Babylonia was the image of a vicious bitch, a witch, a horrid creature. Ashur nothing more then her pet; Lust's stalker. But Risika... That was different. She was a glowing angel from Hell, a beacon of dark, horribly delicious black light. A terrible demon of a creature. Wicked in temperament and she'd often made decisions he barely agreed with. Some that had hurt him badly. But none of those mattered now. The past was in the past. Everything about Risika made Lust love her, and he wasn't going to let her slip away from him yet. In Tarterus, Hellfire, they'd met up only once or twice. Lust had spent all his time there running from Ashur. The feud seemed never ending, in fact. But now, now he had more places to hide. Ashur would be far to preoccupied with other things, really, to bother tracking down poor old Lust. Risika could come back to the front of his mind. Where she belonged.

[glow=black,2,300]No there is --------- to ------ her
when we bathe in virgin blood

whooaahh (2x) death eternal
whooooaaahh death eternal
whooaahh[/glow]

They were like thousands of sharp icicles stabbing into his scorched, burned flesh. There were traces of a reddish - black color, something dark brown, maybe even hints of some sort of gray in his coat. But it was mostly singed black, or burned flesh. Other then that, Lust had obtained no injuries recently. The rain was doing well to wash the soot from his coat, which only appeared a dark red - black - gray - brown mix at this point. Whatever color he was supposed to be was impossible to tell. Really, it was. Eyes were vicious spears slicing through anything that blocked his path. A dark, dark brown with flecks of a reddish ocher shade. They almost looked black in some lighting. What color had they been before? Each step he took was deliberately slow now. The scents were to many, to strange. Yet so familiar. Something was off here. Something not quite fitting into the picture. Some wolf he knew... Far away, still hidden by the undergrowth, Lust's belly fur and flesh brushed against the ground, mud sucking a little at his paws here and there, thought mostly they were greeted by hard and cold ground. Stealthily, silently, he crept along. Nostrils flared... still.. what was it? Who? Completely camouflaged by his current coloring and the undergrowth, Lust peered out at the small group of wolves. Was that... Risika![/i] A spasm of fury slid down his spine. Control yourself; if she needs back up, Risika should know to howl. Really, how far away does she think I'll be? I'd know her call from across the world. It was with extreme difficulty that Lust kept himself from moving, anyway.

[glow=black,2,300]Death eternal (death eternal)
Death eternal (death eternal)
Death eternal (death eternal)

whooaahh (2x) death eternal
whooooaaahh death eternal
whooooaaahh... [/glow]

[chickenmuffin]

Orange snarled more in rage than any pain. Knowingly noting that her attacker was only using claws. Many times she'd been scarred, and the rough skin only tingled uncomfortably with the onslaught. Maybe if she'd gotten bitten, she'd do more than snarl in distaste. Even with the names of the old packs, Orange didn't pause; those packs were gone. Packs didn't leave for the sake of it, therefore there must have been something wrong with the old packs, making their names nothing but words.
It wasn't quite personal yet, Orange finding little directly offensive. Even though they were fighting, Orange only did it for her own desire, and because she had to to get in the strange not-Pack. Orange turned as she was circled, not letting Risika get behind her, something long ago learned. An old scar across her rump was proof of the lesson. Though the rain fought for her attention, Orange managed to fit into the one-minded 'kill-state'. Drawing herself up, fur bristling, teeth shown, ears back and growling for all she was worth, she took a second to make it look as if she was waiting for a moment- which she expected would make her sudden attack be unexpected- Orange sprinted forward after Risika.
You look weak, you are weak. Does she really think training done years ago will make me back off? I am no pack wolf, living in the pack never made me one. This is what I am born to do, fight. For blood, for glory, because it is only what happens now that matters.
Slavering jaws opening again, Orange pushed her legs as hard as they would go, getting her sprint into more of a jump considering the length between Risika and her. Her joy sparkled in her eyes, for all the snarling and hostility, she felt like a little kid on christmas day, running down to see a stack of presents higher than herself just waiting by the fireplace. Her flashing teeth caught the light, feinting to Risika's neck like before, then twisting to try and grab her front left leg in a bone-crunching bite, eager to hit. A three-legged wolf would not fight well, unless it had been on those three legs long enough not to count on a fourth.
What I'm bornmade to do.

[Sivoncé™]

"...and time is not the same in Hellfire, whelp. I could've been training for eons for all you know." Risika laughed softly, a cruel smirk crossing her face as Orange made her charge. Brute strength would be no use, as she was wounded already by her captors, but Risika was nimble and swift as ever. A simple sidestep made an old oak tree the victim of anything the wolf had to deliver. She was suddenly frozen, aware of something moving in her other than hate or disgust.... As if a heavenly calling, his scent filled her nose.
"AHOOOOOO!!" she threw her head back in an ear-ringing howl, then whirled and fixed her fangs into a long, angry red scratchmark she had made previously on Orange's flank.

[chickenmuffin]

Eons!? What does she mean by that. Face it Orange, you have no idea whats going on apart from what Assyria told you... I'm... Here for the ride, yes. It doesn't matter any of this, the decision has been made. I want my revenge, and being a loner is sapping my strength.
Orange bit into the oak tree, and recoiled, pulling back a chunk of bark with it. Now the power of her bite worked against her, the hunk of wood firmly clutched between her teeth. Even when she tried to open her mouth as far as it would go, the wood was still caught, and her teeth were useless.
Fear, something she was becoming well aquainted with recently. If she couldn't bite... A shiver ran down her spine. All she has that could cut now was her claws, or if she felt like snapping her neck to get the position right, she could jab Risika with a piece of wood. Could give her a nasty splinter, oooh! Hysterical laughter, muffled by her mouthful, rang out into the air.
A splinter, I'd love to see that.
Fangs struck her flank, but that only worsened the laughing. It wasn't even funny, she wouldn't have found it funny if she was fighting on a clear day with an easy target. Wouldn't even have found it funny if the Sheeran's were still her safety net... Orange quickstepped backwards, and instinctively tried to bite Risika, but only managed to make herself feel even more rediculously stupid.
Duh, all you can bite right now is oak. Doesn't taste nice, I think I'm the one getting splinters. Down my throat. Don't swallow... Ouchhh, what happens when you eat splinters!?
Awkwardly, Orange twisted so she could get her front paws up. Her back legs quivered with the weight of Risika, and the front of Orange. Her claws, ragged from stressed chewing, at least could cut if she aimed the right edge in the right place. Most of her claws were dulled from running. Sometimes she was jealous of the way cats could sheath their claws. Orange battered at Risika, going for her underside where it would make the most effect.
"GrrrRrrrrRrrr"