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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 16, 2009 0:10:56 GMT -5
Sumer couldn't move, the shock of his appendage being crushed between two blocks of ice rendering him unable to even twitch for a few moments in time. And then, all at once, rich agony spilled through his body. His eyes reddened and puffed with tears of pain, and the corners of his mouth quivered without him realizing it.
"Are you hurt?"
WHAT DO YOU FREAKING THINK!? he silently retorted, his inaudible scream of a reply released through his eyes that were now fixed on Amoret. He didn't dare move his paw either, for fear that he would pull at his crushed bones and create an even more exquisite pain for him to taste.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 16, 2009 0:24:28 GMT -5
Amoret bit her lip, taken aback by the sudden lacerating anger she felt burning in his gaze. Her eyes instinctively moved down, embarrassed. A blush heated her ice-braided pelt, which soon transformed into cold, sweating goose-bumps. But her mind was far from her own situation of hypothermic peril. Her gaze was locked, horror-struck, on the slabs of ice in which Sumer's paw was sealed. Swallowed hard, she glanced back at him, pretense of apathy and happy-go-lucky breeze finally falling away. Her bright green eyes gleamed with a mixture of fear, worry, and deep thought. What are we going to do...?
"Sumer....we need to move it. I'll do my best to help in any way possible, but in about fifteen minutes, I'll be dead and you'll be following after me. I say our best bet is to find a den, preferably underground as its warmer....and just so you know, I'm so not cool with this. I just thought that freaking out about it wouldn't be the best thing to do, seeing as..." you're apparently sorry for wasting time on saving my arse. Or at least that's what it seems like, what with the pissed-offedness.
She moved towards him tentatively, eyes not leaving his as she took ginger pawsteps towards where the ice slabs met.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 16, 2009 20:41:23 GMT -5
A cornucopia spilling emotions reflected in Amoret's eyes, and Sumer lowered his angered gaze immediately. But his guilt from acting furious toward her didn't do much to soothe his pain, with needles biting at the muscles and bones beneath the flesh of his trapped paw. He nodded slowly, unable to communicate otherwise, and turned his head slightly to one side.
Eyes disappearing in a swath of creased, tan fur, he dug his lower jaw against his upper row of incisors, preparing for another blast of anguish.
We need to do this quick... especially since you're wet... you'll be frozen in no time with the water on your fur... Sumer thought quickly, slightly surprised that he could manage comprehensible thoughts even while dealing with the agony of his mangled limb.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 16, 2009 21:13:35 GMT -5
Amoret bent down low to the place where Sumer's paw was imprisoned. She eyed it worriedly, but her thoughts were similar to Sumer's. We'll freeze soon if we don't find shelter. I believe my left hindpaw is already turning black as it is....we need to do this now, and I can find his healer or that other big wolf that was with him the other day after we've rested and eaten. "You can lean on me once you get it out, and then we can get out of here," she woofed. Amoret was slightly smaller than Sumer, but she didn't draw attention to this. Sumer wouldn't be able to walk on it and would need the support. She eyed the male thoughtfully for a moment. His weight wouldn't be enough to topple her over if she helped him -- she was practiced and trained, though maybe not as much as him. "Whenever you're ready, Sumer," she murmured.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 16, 2009 21:53:02 GMT -5
Sumer adjusted his head a little, eyes gazing steadily toward Amoret's eyes. Although fearful, he also realized that the faster he was freed, the faster she would also be able to find shelter. With a curt nod, he tightly shut his eyes once more, and looked away for fear of a painful yank of freedom.
....have to do this now... if not, she might not even get out of here alive... and what kind of waste of lives would this be? He inwardly groaned at his own expense. Why couldn't I have jumped just a little farther??
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 16, 2009 22:28:53 GMT -5
As she waited, as sympathetic as she was for his current situation, she began to feel impatience trickling into her. She was standing here, hovering over a lame-pawed wolf who was undeniably handsome, yet couldn't speak and at this moment in time, she wasn't sure she wanted him to, and she was freezing her patootie right off! The nerve! Okay, I swear if he doesn't do it by the time I count to ten, I'll freakin do it myself....ugh. I know it must hurt like hell, but he has to be absolutely frigid too!
"Sumer," she said softly, but with well-defined certainty, "you need to do it now, or we're both going to die here."
She thought briefly over nearby dens, and then remembered the cozy barn where she and her family resided -- hidden in a niche in the trees around the lake. Completely secluded. They brought nowhere there unless they trusted them with their lives....or they risked them.
"Sumer," she woofed again, looking at him driectly in the eyes, "Can I trust you to not to direct anyone to my family's home after you leave, unless it is of most dire need? Can I trust you not to bring your packmates to drive us out?"
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 16, 2009 23:15:28 GMT -5
He looked up at her again. Why would I drive you out?... how could I?
And without a split second of any further hesitation, Sumer dug his hind heels in the ground, fasted his foreleg between his jaws and sprung back.
The torturous twisting feeling of his arm falling apart sent fresh streams of tears sliding from his eyes. But when he landed, he realized that he had barely pulled himself farther than he had been originally.
And in a fraction of a moment, he realized the true, one and only means of escape from this frozen fate. Bile rose in his throat at he realized the extremes at what he had to do--
He began gnawing at his forepaw, trying to "cut" himself loose so that they could be free. The only way to save his paw would be to unbalance the adjoining ice flo once more and pull it from the water when the flo tipped, but he wasn't able to move himself onto the ice flo in the position that he was trapped in. This is the only way.... damn it, it hurts, it hurts... bloody Hellfire it HURTS...
Luckily, shock and frost had numbed his foreleg, so the pain was minimized as he carried out the business of ripping off his foot.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 17, 2009 13:52:45 GMT -5
((  Major "Saw" moment right there )) Amoret watched him, helpless as he tried to remove his paw from the ice. She paced back and forth, running through the easiest pathway home over and over again in her head. The abandoned barn might be a tad farther than any root cave they passed by, but it would be warmer and the best place she knew for them to recooperate. And teh distance wasn't something to fret about -- they would make it. We'll be fine, he'll have a little limp for a while, but he'll be fine....I'll be fine, too. We'll stop freezing to death and just-- "What the HELLFIRE are you---" she broke off, unable to finish as she looked on with horror in her wide eyes. Gnawing off his own paw! What kind of things do they teach those damned pack wolves?! She shook her head, forcing her eyes away. She understood completely why he had to do it, but the carrying out of the retched action just made everything seem a thousand times worse. She crouched low, ready for her duty when Sumer was a paw less. |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 25, 2009 2:09:01 GMT -5
((you know what? I thought the same thing....
....serves me right for finding and watching "the rack" scene from Saw 3 on youtube o.0; *even for saw standards, THAT was a little messed up...))
By this time, Sumer was leaning toward simply lying down with the lasting remains of his paws and dying there. Even with the majorly numbed portion of his forepaw, the agony of tearing his flesh apart and the taste of his own blood was overwhelming. But finally, having gnawed off a portion of his paw, he gave another tug.
....thank....bloody....hellfire...
He spun outward, sliding backwards across the ice. He was freed... but bleeding heavily. Suddenly finding himself unable to stand, he collapsed on his side, his entire face cringing in a painful wince in response to his paw touching ice.
...we have to go NOW.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 31, 2009 13:21:16 GMT -5
(Which scene is that? *is not familiar w/ scene titles* I can think of two possibilities. xP )
Amoret, who had refrained from watching the scene, suddenly found her eyes locked on Sumer's spinning form. She froze for a split second, trembling uncontrollably with an oncoming blizzard of shock, then shook herself and sprang into action. She gritted her teeth against the bitter wind that mocked her face and spat ice into her eyes -- her limbs felt as if they were moving with a painful slowness, the result of the glacial lace that now had her fur in frozen mats. At the end of an eternity, she reached his form. #@^$#%^^$%&%^&%$^$!!!!!!
"Sumer!" She coughed, breathing coming in shallow and hoarse gulps --- she couldn't get enough of the precious oxygen now. It was as if ice was lining her innards as well, causing the air to slip from her thirsting throat. "We.......now....." she rasped. He would understand the need to flee as much as she. Shouldn't have wasted words....
Without any other gesturing or futile attempt to communicate, Amoret took up a place on Sumer's less-than-whole flank and began what she believed was a determined and swift trudge homeward....
In actuality, she seemed a withering speck in a wilderness of white.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 31, 2009 14:40:38 GMT -5
((the scene where the guy’s kid’s killer has his limbs twisted until they break XP ))
The sound of Amoret’s voice was an alarm in Sumer’s mind. A blaring siren that seemed to echo one idea: they needed to get out now. The snow and wind were closing in on their bodies, namely Amoret’s damp fur and Sumer’s open wound. The hazards of exposure were so overwhelming that any second lost could be viewed as a step closer to death.
With great effort, Sumer managed to stand and take a few uneven, staggering steps alongside Amoret, each movement more painful than the last. They needed a safe, dry place to dry their fur and bind his paw, but each step only led them further and further into a blanket of white from which Sumer could see no end.
I have no idea where we’re going Sumer thought with a panicked edge to his words. I only hope Amoret does…dear Lupus, protect us both…
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 31, 2009 17:59:58 GMT -5
( ohh yeah! Yeah, Saw 3 was def. the worst on the gross factor  ) Amoret loped along, half-dragging Sumer with her, eyes watering and threatening to submerge her vision completely. She blinked fiercely against the wind, but it was a battle she was clearly not going to win. With the elements against them, and the ticking down of life's clock.... Dude, I feel like what's-his-face right now. Uh...oh yeah, Death. I feel like Death, 'cause this whole dealio is like epic right here. 'N' his whole battle-fall-deathness was really epic too. Hahaha....epic! Oh geeze. Come onnn, Amoret, pull yourself together. Cling to sanity, babe, come on! Do a battle cry or something if it helps -- not wait, don't do that, it'll waste energy! Internal battle cry - GRARR! I WILL NOT GO CRAZY!! No wait, even if I do, I'll still live and save Footless' arse! I DON'T CARE IF I GO CRAZY, ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR-FIVE-SIX SWITCH! CRAZY GO I IF CARE DON'T I SIX-FIVE-FOUR-THREE-TWO-ONE SWITCH! ...the mental war raged on. The treeline rose on the horizon and largened as they neared it. A familiar scent greeted Amoret's nostrils -- Santi and Darius were near. "Home...we're almost....home...." |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 31, 2009 18:56:07 GMT -5
((I couldn't help but wince throughout that scene  )) Home...It was such a comforting word on a normal basis. The mere mention provoked thoughts of warmth, love, and safety. But out in the Hell of winter's wrath, home was this and more: it was life and survival. It was the only place Sumer wished for them to reach... Desperate to get them both out of the snow, the wolf lifted his maw and let out a howl. It was a weak, short howl, but a call for help nevertheless. But he felt his energy wane, and shortly afterward, he began to cough for breath. Come on, almost there... please, someone, anyone- hear me! |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 1, 2009 17:50:32 GMT -5
The drowsy femme, colored a vibrant red, had been sleeping lazily in the lofted area of the barn, the smell of sweet hay and the warmth of the structure enough to set her to sleep. It was a wonder that hay still remained in the barn after all of these years. The foundation was rickety and weary of wear and tear, but it had held up just fine. Hey, everything's dandy until it collapses. Then we know we have a problem.
The hay had a mind of its own -- it grew along with wheat and other tall grassy things between the cracks in the flooring and around the skirts of the old barn, cloaked thickly in a gown of leafy greens typicall. In winter, the surrounding evergreens provided enough cover. No one had ever found the barn that Santi hadn't wanted to, save for Loni and Sekhmet. That had been a mistake, but oh well---
A loud cawing blasted in her ears, shattering anything that resembled rest.
Scratch that, I think there's a wolf out there....
She reluctantly lifted her bodice from the delicious bed and jumped down to the main level. Poking her head out of the wide barn opening, she called for her mate, pups, and extended family,
"Darius, Vee, Fendrel, Fawn? Riniad? Amoret?....Akaira?" She said the last name with much hesitence, as if she hadn't really wanted to say it at all. Who knew if the female was still around, anyway?
The treeline was there, and they were but inches away....but with every step she took, Amoret could feel her limbs and body weighing down on her resolve like lead blocks. There was no escape, no hope for anything but suffocation under this sort of pressure. Even now, her vision was going, though she could've sworn she saw a familiar red-orange smudge in the forest scenery....forest? Had they really made it that far? Well at least maybe Santi would find them and bury them before the vermin and scavangers feasted on their corpses. Dizzily, Amoret took miniscule paces forth, the barn just feet from her. The young female fainted, the snow breaking her fall and holding her in a grip that frothed with frost.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 1, 2009 18:49:21 GMT -5
Sumer halted in his tracks, bringing his muzzle down and gritting his fangs, completely overcome with shock. The cold could be handled, and his shredded forelimb could be tolerated as long as it remained numb, as it was. But he had been mute his entire puphood, save for a few inaudibly hoarse whimpers he had managed in his youth. His throat muscles were simply not strong enough to produce a sustained sound. Yet, he had howled—a brief, soft howl that resembled more of an angry crow’s squawking, but a “howl” nonetheless.
And it burned. He felt his throat tense and constrict is air passage from the effort. But he staggered a few steps towards Amoret and eventually began to move again. HELP US PLEASE!
But, quite suddenly, Amoret collapsed. Stricken with a jolt of horror and panic, Sumer ignored the throbbing of his stub of a paw. He grasped Amoret in his jaws and, with the remainder of his strength, hauled her forward. He blinked, suddenly noticing the dark wood that made the entrance to a barn.
Good enough!
Shoving against the door, he burst into the room, emitting an exhausted cough before falling to the ground, releasing Amoret as he did. Kicking the door closed behind him, Sumer exploded into a series of panting, glancing around their shelter.
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
Major "Saw" moment right there ))
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