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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 28, 2009 19:46:12 GMT -5
Days...
The only time that allotted any movement of any sort. To move about during night would be nothing more or less than suicide. Night was when Hellfirians were about. Day was so much safer. There was a routine established. This was the time for herb hunting, prey hunting, foe hunting. And when night fell, it called for the trio under the Eternal Tree to return to their earthen den of residence. Return or be killed.
Nights...
Nights were prisons. Sure, sleep was the staple activity, and one that no wolf would had an objective to. But the den under the Eternal Tree was not a place to sleep sound. Annelise was troubled with shattered dreams and hovering nightmares, whispers of rising bloodlust and reawakenings. Weed simply was disagreeable to the scutterings of insects and protruding of roots beneath the Great Tree. There was little sleep to be had in a bed so uncomfortable. And there was no leaving to breathe in the cool, fresh night air. Hellfirians knew where they were. They knew the three knew of them. And this was something that the Hellfirians did not want the packs to know. So in short, the three were not supposed to leave; the Hellirians could not monitor them during daylight for fear the packs would note it and their secrecy would be forsaken.
Present.
Weed rolled over and reached with his limbs in an effort to stretch. He was thwarted by the musty sides of the den beneath the Eternal Tree, emprisoned by the small space. Grumbling crossly, he scrambled out of the narrow entrance and stretched there instead. Glaring back into the hole, he stuck his head back in and nipped Annelise's ear crossly. "Annelise! I need to speak with you, now!"
Annelise woke silently and climbed, with some struggle, out of the den. Weed blinked a few times at her, disconcerted by the ways in which she now moved. Moons ago, she hadn't been able to at all. Annelise was a wolf of three legs.
"What's up, Weed?" She yawned, stretching for herself.
"I....Annelise, what are we still doing here?" He plunged onward into his arguement. He'd been knocked down before by her insisting she was still healing, or wouldn't be able to maneuver back to camp, but he was eyeing her accusingly now, as her motions came east. "Do you even know how long we've been gone?"
Annelise looked up at him, eyes hurt, searching. "How long?"
"Five moons."
She shrank away from him, eyes swimming now. "You know I want to go back---"
"Then what's stopping us? I know you're in love with the damn Yozoran, but you have a pack, Annelise! You're an herb healer, you can't just disappear!" He snarled at her, eyes slits. Her blue eyes turned to coldfire.
"I do love him, and I do know my place! You think I haven't thought about this all already?! You think I don't have a good reason for keeping us here?!" She hissed. Under his healer's icy stare, Weed felt like a cowering pup.
He swallowed hard, then murmured, "What is it, then?"
Annelise shook her head. "Get Shade. Get Shade, and then I'll tell you."
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Mar 1, 2009 22:05:35 GMT -5
The fragile panes of glass that make up the mind are easily warped. They can be scratched, cracked, and even broken in a bout of insanity. Dreams are the passageways to the other side of the glass, where one can be as free and distant from reality as possible. But, in one jolt of movement, this freedom is lost… and for Shade, his world of sunshine and daisies was broken by the feel of cold earth pressing into his nostrils as he rolled into the wall of the den.
Exhaling sharply in annoyance, it took a few moments for Shade to realize that he was not in an open field. He was not playing with his family, with Annelise at his side. He was trapped in the darkness of his prison. And it was this prison that was the only safe haven for them now.
You could make monuments to the irony of this situation he thought, a stark burst of humor flaring up in his mind.
But his thoughts were soon broken by the sound of whispered voices. Weed and Annelise were speaking—he could decipher that simply by scent and their tone of voice. But something was wrong. He crept forward, listening in silence to what they had to say.
”...stopping us? I know you're in love with the damn Yozoran, but you have a pack…”
Wincing at Weed’s words, Shade hesitated before stepping closer. He listened to everything, up until “Get Shade. Get Shade, and then I’ll tell you.”
Without any hesitation, Shade padded the remainder of the way, a shaft of light blinding him as he made his approach. Now only a few steps away from the two, he murmured, “No need to fetch me.”
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 1, 2009 22:20:14 GMT -5
The femme's frame was narrow and thin, but behind the ragged drapes of russet fur, muscle rippled her form. Hardened eyes of hatred pierced the three wolves by the Eternal Tree, their bloodshot amber depths boring into them from her cover in the underbrush. She was crouched low, hunched over like an old cripple. She could've been mistaken for a sickly weakling, had it not been for the way she hovered, the way she carried herself; her jaws were swathed with drool, slavering over the sight of a potential kill.
Get Babylonia....yes....no, no, not her. She's preggo. Get Assyria, yes....and Regulus, that Morgan character, maybe....Shiver....Kill...Cult...whoever will come. Tonight, we dine....in Hellfire on earth. She turned slowly, stirring as little of the frostbitten shrubbery as possible and she moved about. She bunched her muscles, prepared to sprint to call her pack into action....
Weed shuffled his paws, slightly disconcerted that Shade appeared so siwftly. How long has he been listening? Hell, I don't trust that freak.... He glared at the dark-shaded warrior as he emerged into the open, staring him down with narrow slits. "Well, Annelise? What was it you wanted to tell us?"
Annelise looked from Shade to Weed, bravery falling in an instant. She was absolutely panic stricken, but a breath away from passing into shock. She sawyed on her stand of three legs for a moment, then managed to steady herself, though she remained lightheaded. Oh dear, how in Hellfire am I going to tell them...?
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Mar 1, 2009 23:14:07 GMT -5
((okay, the suspense is not only killing the guys (Shade/Weed), but it’s killing me XD tell us Annelise!!))
Shade blinked, not a sound uttered as his eyes flickered from Weed to Annelise. He felt Weed’s stare burning into his fur, searing the skin beneath his ebony pelt. But, rather than confront him, Shade pretended not to notice, and instead busied himself with wonderings of what Annelise was going to tell them.
He made a small start when she swayed off balance, but stopped himself when she corrected her stumble. Concern seeped into his heart once more, the sickening drop of his heart into his stomach causing him to swallow deeply.
Hope she’s okay… and god, he glanced past Weed and Annelise I hope the Hellfirians aren’t out and about today.
A grisly decoration mounted upon his head, a figure lurked in the brush, downwind from all the wolves… but observant enough to detect each of their whereabouts. Curiosity drew him forward while caution coaxed him back, but he nevertheless found himself inching in the direction of packwolf scent.
Woe unto you, those who have been touched by the claws of greed and despair… I shall put you out of your misery…
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 3, 2009 20:05:35 GMT -5
(Some, some, some, some I murder...)It didn't take Snare long to find friends. What, with the close to wireless network of the Hellfirians -- the smell was a dead givaway to anyone familiarized with it -- it didn't take her long to call upon her...packmates. Strange to think the old word, the rare thing she felt devoted to. Soon, soon they will know....they will taste our fire as we slit their throats. "Come, let's go..." she murmured softly to her companions. She had four other wolves flanking her, and as she'd been told, the pack was enthralled at the prospect of fight, the prospect of blood. More would come. Right now, Crimson, Regulus, Paris, and Assyria would be enough. The five pplunged into the brush, prowling swiftly towards their targets. "Shade I--" Annelise broke off, eyes widening in horror as she looked upon the approaching brigade. All instincts should've screamed for her to run, but she was paralyzed, watching while Weed grew nothing but frustrated and impatient. She moved her mouth, tried to wrap it around some audible words, but nothing sounded from her maw. All she could do was look onward as their demise approached on the paws of five undead wolven... (...some, some I let go)
(I feel a beat comming on....almost there  )
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Mar 4, 2009 18:41:10 GMT -5
Deceit, Fear, Vanity, Melancholy
A large white wolf with a slight red tint to his fur ran to catch up with his 'friends', or more like accomplices to him. It didn't really matter to him now. He was alive and they were all looking for blood to be spilled on the encroaching battle. His tail twitched with excitement and his eyes narrowed into slits as he examined the surrounding area to see who he could attack first...or in his case, torture. HellFire was definately not the most lovable place in the universe, and he needed to release his anger on someone who would actually die. Although torturing others in HellFire was pretty fun since he could do it without getting tired. But no blood was spilled that way.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Mar 5, 2009 16:21:25 GMT -5
Melina snuffled. She heard a sharp inhale, but the new Siverian alphess did not scuffle away. With large eyes she brushed her creamy fur against a tree trunk. In the distance she smelled evil. Licking her nose, she felt a burning sensation inside of her, one that was slowly eating her away as if telling her: STOP! YOUR FACING SOMETHING TOO BIG! The wolf crept through the underbrush. Suddenly she came head to head with a group of wolves. Some of them smelled evil, some of them not. Twitching her brow, she spoke calmly.
"Who are you?"
She scented Destinian, Yozoran, Sheeran, and even...Siverian! Who were they? Adreneline pumped through her as she let out a humongus howl, one that would alert most of the Siverians. Nightshade had been sent back a while ago, so most of the Warriors would be on their way.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 5, 2009 18:17:26 GMT -5
"Who are you?"
The lifeline question was enough to shatter Annelise from her state of panic. Without much thought, she threw herself at Shade and Weed -- just barely missing Snare as she rampaged forth. The brown femme slammed into the aged bark of the Eternal Tree and slid to the ground, panting hard. A deep snarl rumbled in her thoat, and she slowly rose to her paws, eyes spitting fiery venom. "Die, you smelly herb wolf, die!"
Annelise landed with a thud in the brush, inches away from the place where Melina crouched. The Siverian scent rushed Annelise's nostrils -- a sure gosend. Her blue eyes widened as she looked up at Melina. An eerie cold breeze washed over her and Annelise shivered -- goosebumps dotted her skin. Mother, are you watching me now, in your place in paradise...? But her awe was forcibly blinked away -- this was not yet finished. "Melina....Melina it's me, Annelise!"
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Mar 5, 2009 18:42:30 GMT -5
Zacharia snorted. This is funnier than anything I've seen in HellFire. Puny mortals freaking out so easily over little things. He stared mostly at the wolf who had asked the question. She looked so much more weaker than the others gathered in the clearing. She'd be easy to deal with. Or I could go for that brown one that looks like it's about to cry... |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 7, 2009 12:35:51 GMT -5
A flash of white and blur of brown -- fresh Siverian scent crashed over the clearing. The snow-colored femme dashed immediately towards the brush, the brown-russet male hard on her heels. Whirling around, they took up defensive positions, snarling threats at their closing in enemies. Secisive and swift moving -- what warriors were supposed to be. But Freya and Kippy's heads were far from clear. There were storms of confusion swarming there now...
Annelise?! Melina?! What are they doing here? And so the Hellfire wolves ARE back...and there's Yozoran scent too! Maybe Fireflight was right -- the Yozorans did have something to do with all of this! How many Hellfire wolves are there? The other packs will never believe this....they'll have to scent the battle for themselves....
Weed's here? But there's also Annelise and some Yozoran wolf....the Yozorans! But now the Hellfirians, too?! So that battle....when Mystic and Corsivo were murdered....that wasn't just a spectral overcast....it was real. These wolves are solid....
Behind the gathering Hellfirians, a femme of liquid black flame slunk through the brush. She was a shade, a shadow of night that had not wanted to relinquish its power to that of the day. With fangs of pearl white, Arachna rose and flexed, voice scything the air, "Let's fight, then, Blood Mist!" She dove for Shade.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Mar 7, 2009 15:45:18 GMT -5
AT MIDNIGHT, ALL THE AGENTS
AND THE SUPERHUMAN CREW… And the malignant tongues of spiteful beings that inhale with decaying lungs did flicker and whisper, carrying the alarm of battle—or rather, the pleasant message of battle—along the line of receivers. A pale phantom angled her ears at the relayed call to arms, alerting those around her with a flick of her tail. The silent language of the soldiers of hell announced the need to take to flight and aid their brethren in a quarrel not only to partially absolve a vendetta, but for good sport as well. Exhilaration for the oncoming fight spread like wildfire—no, it was wildfire. Possibly even quicker. It seemed that all the demonic agents knew what was to take place before they fully realized that they were coming to a stand and leading into a charge towards the sounds of war. It was moths to a flame, with the phantasmal goddess leading the faction. Bloodlust was on their minds. A roar of retribution was taken up amongst their ranks. The snow was their castle; the stars were their limit. The forest was theirs! Shiver, with Kill, Macabre, Frenzy, Temper, and Morgan riding at her flanks, charged in a chaotic mob towards the site of the battle, an ensemble of howls ringing from their open maws. The impact of another wolf rushing at his body shocked Shade into realization. They were no longer protected by the safety of the tree; they were at the mercy of the reanimated demons. Letting out a coarse yelp, Shade felt his spine jolt as it was driven into the wall. In automatic reflex, he lunged forward, and found a grip on the first thing he could hold on to—in this case, the situation involved Shade’s fangs jaws around Arachna’s ear. …GO OUT AND ROUND UP EVERYONE
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Post by Njack on Mar 7, 2009 19:30:51 GMT -5
(Gasp! Shade's fangs have jaws! Pardon me for making fun of the typo. >_<)
A blackish shape emerged near Bain. It was silent, only moving slightly to rub a little more dirt onto its muzzle, a sliver of silver fur disappearing as it did so.
Was it Blink, or had she changed into something... different?
She eyed Bain as he seemed to inch along on the ground, but said nothing. She just waited.
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Shaw burst onto the scene, Nectar trailing a little after him.
They immediately joined the small cluster of Siverians defending against the enemies. Shaw was quiet, analyzing their position. We seem to be about four to five - no, wait - ten? fifteen?!... at the moment. The odds are definitely in their favor... I hope the rest of the pack arrives soon.
Nectar inched over to Freya. "What should we do? Do we have a plan?"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 9, 2009 19:14:06 GMT -5
While the city sleeps...Darkness lingered on a flickering horizon; black shadows raced along the skyline, slavering jaws thirsting for the forbidden fruit of the Twilight Clearing. Sacred, gaurded blood of the heavens -- the life liquid of a pack wolf, pumping through the webbings of veins and capillaries. Coarse barks soared from said throats of brooding lust. The call spread like rampant fire as the day rose, and the inky black line advanced like the reaper looming over the shortly deceased. "Death. Kill. Rip out their eyes, their limbs, their faces!"Freya's eyes slowly parted from the swarm of wolven and met Nectar's bewildered one. A series of possible scenarios flickered through her brain, electric shocks exchanged between syntax nerve endings. A hard swallow gradually shifted Freya's throat. I should've been a far better mentor. "Try and hold in a defensive line," she breathed finally. "If we're lucky, we'll be able to hold out until the others come. Then they can reinforce us and maybe we can take an offensive...." her words were shaky, her mindset foreboding. Arachna's slam shuddered not only Shade, but also the conductress of such antagonism. Fangs were burrowed deep within her ear, her own set of knives keening against each other with the jolt of pain shooting into her bodice. She tore away, but the skin screed in agony. "There will be a scar there now....I do not take this lightly, foul cockroach!" She darted at Shade, lethal poison in her bite as she ripped into the lush flesh of his flank. ...we rule the streets.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Mar 11, 2009 16:37:45 GMT -5
Melina's flank bristled as a battle began to break out. Her actions portrayed she was scared but inside she felt a buzzing, coaxing her to attack. Rolling back her shoulders, she licked her lips. My first fight as an alphess! Two minutes after my ceremony. She drifted back to the shadows to watch and plan who she was going to attack. Suddenly a farmilliar voice rang her name out. Annelise?!
She advanced forward and examined the wolf. Joy filled her heart as a smile broke out. The alphess stared at her and quickly spoke a quick review into the femme's ear.
"Good to see you! I'm alphess now. I'll talk to you about that now. At the moment, aim for that wolf!"
She nodded her head towards Zacharia and licked her lips, snuffling. With a crazed battle howl she launched herself toward him, hoping to feel soft fur beneath her claws.
((Oops! xD edited ^.^))
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 12, 2009 15:39:44 GMT -5
(( xD Freya is an arriving Siverian ))
The battle was more than just steaming cinders now ;; soke seemed to billow up in great lofty clouds of gray from the eyes of every wolven present. Sparks of violeence in motion curled up as Arachna and Shade engaaged in battle, pressing the gasoline line of ignition.
But, as all instinct called out to Freya's ringing ears, she was locked in gaping horror at the sight of Annelise. Seeing her alive, safe, apparently well had been a shock. The prescence of the supiciously protective Yozoran had been a swath of confusion, as well as Weed's involvement. But nothing was worse than the bile rising in her throat at the sight of Annelise on three legs. Dear Sky...what did they do to her?!
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