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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 23, 2008 1:25:49 GMT -5
The blurred vision was filled the the brim with an angelic, gentle white. Clouds, they must be. She was packed so gently, tightly, warmly, just like a present for a dearest pup. Then again, wasn't the real present for said lupine being the first glance at the outside? The first breath of fresh, glorious air, the first pelt into a rising sun, the first feel of the ground flying under their virgin paws, the first sight of the cottontail clouds lazily rolling past over head, dancing breezily with sunlight....
Sure thing. Except for clouds aren't this freaking cold.
A loud rumble of exasperated irritability sounded from just under the surface of perfect, untouched shimmering power. It gently sloped into a large mound, the perfection never ceasing once. So much for those fresh tingling foot falls. And tracks laid here were long gone and erased from the memory of the majestic lack of color. What? Mother Earth was angered with her wedding dress, pearly white and diamond-embedded?
Some of us don't like dresses, damnit!
Another uproarous snarl sounded through the pours of the snowscape. The young she-wolf, having found the truest of invisibilities, would've been flailing her limbs everywhere. She would've screeched, screamed, howled, barked, growled, sent up showers of white into the sky....if she was able to.
Like in the myths of many cultures, gods and goddesses did not give up their company willingly. Winter was no exception.
FRICK!
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 23, 2008 2:10:45 GMT -5
((that was so well-written, sivvy... and so very funny, lol! I don't like dresses either!!  )) A single snowflake fluttered overhead, drifting to and fro on its lofty descent towards the earth. Beneath the crisp and majestic skies above, a wolf could only pause and stare at the subtle announcement of winter's approach. A small figure, his fur ruffled in the beginnings of a denser coat, tilted his crown towards the sky, the small powder brushing the tip of his nose, only to dissolve and drizzle down his muzzle. The snow and the wind... hopefully this will be a calmer alternative to the storms of the mountains...He swept away the chill that had began settling on his coat with a brisk shiver and stepped out from the shadow of a dead pine tree. Sunlight set his pelt afire, revealing the bronze beauty of his quickly thickening pelt. It vastly combated his former appearance; that of a scrawny, imp of a pup with a ragged, sallow-toned visage. He was stronger, and although disabled, had been bestowed with other heightened senses. And it was his keeen hearing that made him freeze at the faint crunch of footfalls; the footfalls of an approaching wolf. Euphrates will kill me if I get into trouble...And with the anger of his brother as his sole motivation, the brute retreated back into the shade of the pine, hoping that whoever was advancing toward him hadn't spotted him... or his tracks. |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 23, 2008 13:30:20 GMT -5
(( xD Thank you! I love rping Amoret -- she's so weird. ))
Crunch. Crunchcrunchcrunchcrunch.
By blinking rapidly and with slightly more force, Amoret was able to see her current situation much better. And then she wished she hadn't seen her current environment.
She was partially submerged in icy water, the only thing holding her up from a watery grave was a boulder that protruded from the depths. She was perilously teetering on it, nose scraping the sheets of ice that enclosed her from above. Above, where pawsteps thudded demonically over her place of enprisonment. Her eyes widened as the creature, whatever it was that was unknowingly padding across water, had come to a halt. Shit. Shitshitshitshit....
She could not move to seek places of release from the icy cavern, nor was she intent on sprouting gills and fins and finding a new home in the body of the Twilight Lake. Amoret had to get out. Immediately. Before the rock changed its mind and gave up holding her....
"HELP!!!!" She barked. Not loudly -- she couldn't crack the ice right over her with a blaring howl.Please, please let them have the sense to crack it somewhere else.... What the heck was she thinking? Of course they would crack it here. How would they be able to know she was on the freakin' rock? They probably thought she was swimming....
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 31, 2008 4:35:44 GMT -5
Every ounce of control that the beige brute could muster managed to keep Sumer's frame completely still, no matter how much he was compelled to shiver and rid himself of the frost that glistened on his claws and nose. His ears swiveled, drinking in the silence of the forest, listening for more footfalls... only to find himself bewildered and startled at the desperate wail of something not of wolven pawsteps or of even a native bird, but of a wolf yelling for aid. The natural instinct to flee from the possible danger was overwhelmed by Sumer's moral sense to help the distressed fae... whoever she may be. Carefully and artfully, Sumer slipped onto the ice and timidly scented the air. When no scent returned to him, he froze. How can it be that I can't smell them? Confused and suddenly wary, Sumer took a step back, and listened for another call... unaware that the wolf he was searching for was mere inches below him.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 31, 2008 13:14:30 GMT -5
The water bit deep into her flesh with its bitter cold, merciless and relentless. She clamped her fangs down in an effort to still her shivering. One misstep could be her death. "UNDER THE ICE!" she shouted, closing her eyes and praying that it would hold at least for a few more minutes, at least for the wolf...or creature....to figure out she was under there and start breaking the ice. Hopefully they'll lay down on their stomach to do it, too. That would be smart -- that's what you're supposed to do on ice. Not what I did. Heh. I don't think anybody should try and duplicate this little maneuver....
"I'M UNDER THE ICE!" she shouted again, desperation rising. How long can I keep this up? Or worse -- how long can I keep this up while they're moving around, hopefully trying to get me out?
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 31, 2008 13:40:04 GMT -5
Shock whipped through his features, the echo of desperation vibrating from the source he expected the least: right beneath his feet. He jumped back, dismissing all precaution for treading on ice as his heart did somersaults in his chest. Seconds after he had moved, however, a sound cracked in his ears. It was a sound likened to the hiss of lightening, or the snapping of bones under a predator's jaws. It was the splintering of the crystal floor just underpaw, lines shooting out from under his claws and weaving outward like a spider's web.
Sumer came to the realization that the "solid" ground that he was treading was not so solid anymore.
He lunged forward to lie flat on his stomach, trying to balance out the weight of his tilting life raft. When it settled moderately, Sumer found himself peering through the ice to view the distorted outline of a wolf trapped below.
...how in Hellfire did she get down there?
Gingerly standing on his paws, he found himself balancing on the fractured ice floe. He took a single step that sent the entire mass rocking perilously on its edge. He fell flat against the ice once more until the teetering ceased. Not good.
Slowly (and more cautiously this time), Sumer slithered toward the edge of the ice and shoved away a small block of ice. When it wouldn't budge, he reached forward and grasped the edge of the ice with his fangs, wincing at the searing pain that greeted him when he bit into the frozen block. Swallowing his discomfort, Sumer dragged the ice block onto his own icy "raft", and quickly balanced out the weight again by sliding to the opposite end of the ice floe. Only then did he return his attention to the mystery lupine figure just below him, hoping that she would take his lead and swim to the opening he had made for her.
And damn-- this water's freezing!
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 1, 2009 14:21:47 GMT -5
Like a godsend, a light broke through the endless ceiling of ice. To any other pair of eyes, the sun was dim with winter's gray-shawl clouds. To anyone else, the horrid, screeching, screaming ravens were hell's minstrels as they fled their tree-perches, and the gigantic cracking as Sumer's ice floe came into its own existence. To anyone else, the sight of the Destinian out on the ice meant one thing: that kid was going to die. The vultures circling overhead were announcing the reaper's arrival with their harsh calls overhead...
...to anyone else.
Amoret blinked rapidly, clearing stray water droplets from her eyes. Not inches from her rock, a crack appeared in the ice. Her vibrant green eyes were wide with awe and wonder at the effervescent, golden light that seeped through the crack in the ice. The water itself seemed to glow silver with delight as the foreign light dances across its surface. What was that? Birdsong? Oh, yes, glorious birdsong to announce her arrival in the next realm! Well, this was heaven, wasn't it? Did they have heavenly lights and heavenly choirs of delightful, heavenly birds anywhere else but heaven itself? Pshh, no! Drowsily, Amoret rolled over and into the ice-fanged waters and paddled over to the crap. Inhaling deeply, she reached up with her eyes in a trance, and caught hold of the splintering edge of the ice. "I'm ready, creator dude. Take me as I am--WHAT THE FREAKING HELLFIRE IT'S FREAKING COLD!!!!"
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 2, 2009 15:54:26 GMT -5
Brow furrowing in complete and utter bewilderment, Sumer stiffened as he observed the trapped wolf reaching through the shaft. The wolf’s voice was both unmistakably feminine and unmistakably… odd. “Creator dude”? Uhh… sure.
Abruptly, Sumer realized that he hadn’t thought his rescue mission through all the way; the clambering of the femme’s claws against the ice flo’s surface was unbalancing the entire float, causing it to rock. Quickly, Sumer slid toward the opposite end of the block, trying to keep the weights on either side relatively even. Just don’t squirm to much, or we’ll both go down he thought helplessly, wishing he could speak his thoughts aloud.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 2, 2009 16:35:05 GMT -5
The ice shifted back and forth roughly as she scrabbled onto the ice, gasping and growling in defiance of the cold that slashed across her body. "WHAT THE HAY IS THIS?!? DUDE, I THOUGHT HEAVEN WAS SUPPOSED TO BE COMFORTABLE! THIS IS JUST LIKE HELL FROZEN OV-- wait, I know you!" Amoret gasped, eyes resting upon the form of Sumer struggling to keep the ice balanced. Unfortunately for Sumer, Amoret didn't take much note of the fact that they were, indeed, on an ice floe that would need such balancing. "You were one of the wolves in the Twilight Clearing a few days ago....Sumer, I think." Crap! I forgot to practice reading facial expressions....well, not that I ever made it home, anyway, so it's not really my fault. "Okay...I'm not always the best at reading wolves, but I'm gonna say you look scared shitless right now!" Did I get it right? Wait, if he's freaked, then should I be freaked to? She blinked glancing around at the perilously rocking ice island. She laughed nervously. "Well crap. We're in a pickle!"
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 2, 2009 17:17:06 GMT -5
Well, perfect! She’s not going to be much help at all!
Narrowing his eyes, Sumer gritted his fangs and dug his foreclaws into the swaying block, which was gaining momentum with every movement of the fae opposite him. Then, suddenly, he kicked out with his hind leg, which slid off of the flo and into the waters. The cold stung him fiercely, biting his pads as he struggled to bring himself up again. And Amoret’s words only made him all the more irritated.
We’re in trouble? No shit!!
Soon after his blunder, however, he felt his stomach sliding back, and his claws began to loose their grip on the slippery surface. He opened his jaws, but as usual, no words escaped his mouth. Ohshitohshitohshit…
((the last sentence- I would be thinking the exact same thing if I were him XD))
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 3, 2009 15:19:43 GMT -5
(( xD Same here. Only mine might be slightly more colorful if ya get my drift...))
Without thinking, Amoret lunged forward on instinct and seized his paw in her jaws. Her thoughts weren't concerned about breaking the leg, but rather 'breaking a leg' and hurrying the hell out of here. She tugged and pulled with everything in here, eyes wide and fear scent rushing off of her in aromatic dollops. She was shivering violently in the cold, being moist and a short ways off from freezing, but she managed to keep a hold of Sumer, somewhat, and continue to yanck him to the best of her abilities. Ah, gosh, please work! CRAP, he's a little older, and he's a dude. Probably weighs a ton more than me. Brialliant. Well, I guess its instinct to not want to be alone, even when you're going to meet your maker.
In spite of her own negativity, she pulled harder still.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 3, 2009 20:21:22 GMT -5
((Lol sivvy—you naughty kitty you XD))
Fangs sank into his flesh, and instantly a sting of pain shot up his arm. Although a burn of dismay swept through his eyes, Sumer quickly decided that he would rather have a wounded foreleg than ice water in his lungs. And it was a success—sort of. He could feel his stomach dragged toward the mystery wolf as she hauled him in her direction. However, the ice flo was already tipping in his direction, the tilting raft beginning to rise off the water on the other side.
Frantic, Sumer kicked out with his hind legs and found the ice block bordering them with his claws. Digging his razors into the surrounding ice in an attempt to slow the tilting of the block, the beige male met Amoret’s gaze. “Jump off!” he mouthed, exaggerating the pronunciation of each word. At this rate, it was either jump or die, even if she managed to pull him onto the flo—the ice was only gaining energy which each movement on their part, and it wouldn’t be long before it flipped.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 5, 2009 16:52:32 GMT -5
(( I can't help myself -- the demonic side of my supernaturalness needs to come out somehow xD ))
Amoret's eyes were locked intently on Sumer as he frantically mouthed the words to her. She bit back a reply of snark, the ice tipping perilously beneath her unsteady paws. Jump. We have to jump. Like, now. RIGHT NOW. She hesitated briefly, flickers of regret and deep concern halting her. What if she, in her hast to keep Sumer on the flow, had impaired his ability to jump off of this thing? No! I probably only sprained it, and it's mainly in the hind legs, anyway....if he falls, I'll feel guilty then and jump into the water to my death. But now, NOW WE HAVE TO FREAKIN MOVE!!!! MOVE YOUR PATOOTIE!
She coiled and sprang, leaping with all her might and praying fervently all the while, eyes closed against the lashing cold as she flew forth into the brisk winter air. Please clear the ice, please clear the ice....
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 11, 2009 0:56:51 GMT -5
The moment Amoret's claws slid from their hold in his flesh, Sumer's jaws clamped down on his tongue in response to an automatic reflex. Why does everything hurt more when you're cold? But he was startled into parting his lips, air rushing in to sting his bleeding tongue. Instead of feeling frigid ice beneath the pads of his hind paws, the splash of glacial lake water was all the greeted his exposed flesh and claws. He stiffened at the feeling of chilled liquid sinking its fangs into his leg, and realized that the ice was reaching its dreaded vertical state at a rapid pace, and that he had a heartbeat to escape the fate that awaited him beneath the surface. The second hind leg kicked against water, and he used his power to swing both hind limbs forward to scrape the ice floe that he was clinging to. And everything heaved to a halt. The block was perpendicular to the water, as was the male himself, with his claws hooked into the ice. Then, just as the floe began teetering in its final, dire seconds, Sumer kicked into the ice and flipped backward, carrying with him the ice itself. He saw the surrounding ice rushing toward him, and eventually saving him as he crashed onto its surface... but his injured paw, which was the last to unhook itself from the block, hung off the edge, just above the water and between the solid ice and the floe. When the ice floe came crashing down, Sumer felt tears of sweet agony run down his cheeks as his paw was squeezed between the two blocks, but his open jaws released nothing but fogs of icy breath. Excruciating pain aside, it felt good to be on something solid. ((Paw crushed between two ice floes? Ooo, that's GOTTA hurt )) |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 12, 2009 16:58:04 GMT -5
Amoret landed with surprising, if not graceful, ease. Given the situation, she would've been happy to have shattered her limbs in doing so....well, maybe not happy, but hey, at least she wouldn't be starving to death or drowning underneath a freakin ice hotel... That was Sumer, right? Yeah, yeah, he said his name was Sumer....well no, he didn't say it, but I'd bet he was saying it in...er...spirit or something like that. Yeah. Sure. Now where did that little bugger end up?
"HOLY CRAP!" Amoret attempted to dart towards Sumer, but she slipped and fell onto her back with a gigantic thud. She clenched her teeth through the sharp pains that travelled up and down her back, and eventually ovecame them enough to stand and gently lope towards Sumer. "Hey, what happened? Are you hurt?"
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
