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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 29, 2009 15:29:13 GMT -5
The she-wolf smiled and dipped her head kindly to Moonset and Rye. "As you wish," she murmured, tail swishing behind her as she rose to a stand. "I'll see you around, then. Come back if you need anything else, or need a den to stay," Robin barked. She turned and slunk away into the hollowed log once more, pawing together mixtures in preparation for the next wolf coming her way. I have a feeling she won't be the last wolf I see tonight.
Across the ether, in the tangles of the abyss. A she-wolf of startling white blazed through the twilit forest. She materialized in a douse of aurora color and pale mist, her pelt tarnished and wreathed in blood. Gasping for air and in the midst of shock, she flailed and thrashed her limbs wildly.
Get me out of here! Get him off of me! Kill the damn bastard, annihilate them before they do the same to us! It's Blood, it's --
"BLOOD MIST IT'S BLOOD MIST!"
Her scream echoed in a wide radius throught he rings of trees, her terrorized howl reaching ears both distant and near. She was no more than a mile away from the place where Rye, Robin, and Moonset stood, speaking calmly.
The casing of blood slowly evaporated from Freya's pelt, and the ethereal glow illuminated her as they illuminated all of the dead -- like majesties. She glittered like a thousand stars, stars that swam above her as she collapsed into a faint on the forest floor.
Rye opened his maw to speak, outlining some interesting points of the realm within his mind. It slammed shut with the scream of a she-wolf blaring like a srien into his eardrums. He blinked rapidly between Robin and Moonset, bewildered, tail twitching fearfully. "What did she say? I couldn't quite make it out -- she's shrieking, all right. We should go over there and see if she needs help..."
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Jul 3, 2009 9:45:49 GMT -5
Moonset froze when a wolf's shreiks peirced her eardrums. "It almost sounded like...Bloodmist. Who am I to say though? Let's go see to it." She agreed with Rye, who seemed as confused as her. The sudden cries though had froze her, partly with fear. Had a wolf just died? It scared her, to just come here and be confronted by a newcomer. So far she had just come to feeling comfortable, and she found herself in paradise, but the cries of pain and fear had made her stiff. Moonset forced herself to move anyways, taking a trembling step forward. She felt embarrassed too, shaking in fear like this in front of every dead wolf here, looking like a coward and an idiot. (sorry, I really can't think. I've been out of muse for a long time.  ) |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 6, 2009 17:26:18 GMT -5
(That's okay;; we'll work with it. I tried to throw Freya in here as like...random twist. =P I'll see what else I can think up...)
Robin poked back up to the surface, visibly shaken. She dipped her head to Moonset and Rye, but made no move to follow after them. I have a really bad feeling about this...that wolf sounded really familiar. I think I'll get some herbs ready than catch up with them later. "You two go on ahead and see what's up...I'll be right behind you in a moment," she barked softly, eyes wide, darting back and forth across their surroundings with a mingled expression of shock and fear. "I'll get some herbs so maybe the trauma won't be so bad...sounds like another rough death, though. I'm scared we'll be having a lot of those in the moons that are coming..." She returned to her den, pawing through the piles of leaves and flowers in search of herbs that would calm the latest of the deceased.
Rye shrugged his shoulders and plodded through the tall, pencil-like trees. They grew dense and thick together, but he wove his way with ease through his surroundings. Despite his cool and calm composure, his pelt was fluffed, tail twitching in agitation. I wonder what happened to this one. He glanced over his shoulder to Moonset. "You coming? If it's Blood Mist we're talking about, this could get---woah! MOONSET! ROBIN! COME HERE!"
He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes bugged and mouth agape as he laid his eyes on the ravaged body of Freya. Her once-white pelt was matted in deep crimson splatters where fatal wounds had, in life, lacerated her chest and flanks. She was a shipwreck....split like the titanic, her body broken against an iceberg.
"Oh god...what happened here?"
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Jul 7, 2009 9:29:30 GMT -5
Moonset leaped to Rye's side in a flash. The wolf lay there, crushed and matted with crimson stains. "Oh, dear Lupus..." Moonset thought she had been brutally killed, and here lay the wolf form a horror movie, bones crushed by the Axe of Death and skin peirced by the Teeth of Torture. It kind of scared her, being her first night here, and having to watch a wolf die right in front of her. The painful memories of what she had left behind came back, but she remembered Rye's sister's wise words. "Don't continue to dwell on the past." They rang with beauty, just like she had heard them. Unfortunately, the instincts of a mother still lay withing her, and Moonset was crouched over the body, but not touching it, shocked. Now the wolf was with the spirits,, but it made he upset to look at what Bloodmist had done to the innocent being. "Can't we do anything?" Moonste begged to Rye, not just for the wolf though. Rye didn't know that Moonset wasn't talking about the wolf in front of her, but the reign of terror that Bloodmist was striking upon earth. The fear and the pain they caused. Or maybe he did know. Who knows.  |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 7, 2009 20:45:08 GMT -5
Freya's eyes flew open, wired with fear and shock and the mingled love for her pack and hate of her captors, all of this pooling in her glacial blue gaze. Her breaths came in hard pants, but gradually, she calmed as she blinked from Moonset to Rye, a small, bittersweet smile spreading across her maw. The blood began to evaporate, serenity settling over her as the realm set to work with its healing properties. "Oh, good, I'm dead!" she sighed, heavy with relief. She said these words in a declaration of intense joy...but Freya had not been so disgusted with life to be greedy for death. Rather she'd understood and welcomed the inevitable.
Rye gaped openly at her, her eyes lingering over him uncertainly, but recognizing Moonset immediately. She probably knew her from the battle. He blinked from Moonset to Freya, pulse quickening, the urge to weep overwhleming. He swallowed hard, witholding his emotions enough to speak. "Freya...who did this to you?" What in the name of Hellfire is going on with this Blood Mist?
Freya stared at him blankly, her pelt finally restored to a silver-white snowy fluff. Her eyes grew sad, tormented. "You already know who," she murmured simply. Suddenly, a fiery triumph lit her, and she even managed to stumble into a dizzy stand. "I killed him, though. I killed Morgan!"
Rye gazed at her, brow furrowed in deep thought and concern. Who's Morgan? And that is affirmation, then. Our wolves have been entangled with Blood Mist once more...
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Jul 7, 2009 20:56:08 GMT -5
"Well then." Moonset said. "At least you killed this...Morgan. My name is Moonset, and this is Rye. I, erm, just recently came here." Moonset glanced at Rye, eyes pleading and understanding. She knew what this wolf had been killed by, and she rather not talk about it. Her instincts as a mother were overwhelming, and she couldn't bear talk to the wolf about how she just died. Though the wolf did seem quite happy to cease from earth, it would have hurt Moonset to talk about her brutal killing, and she didn't want to talk about that to Freya. It would upset her, and like she had heard, this was supposed to be paradise. Who would want paradise as talking about evil wolves whom killed you? Moonset was curious though. Curious to know exactly how the silver-white wolf had been killed, tortured. It sent a shiver down her spine. But that talk would be saved for later. And this was the message she sent to Rye through her eyes. We don't need to ask her how she died. I don't want to upset her.
"So what's your name?"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 7, 2009 23:05:40 GMT -5
Freya stared at them blankly, yawning sleepily. She was dazed, and slightly dizzy, but not plagued so terribly as Moonset had been. Her eyelids drooped lazily, and she shrugged her small shoulders in a stretch. She nodded as Moonset said their names. "I am Freya I am a....was a...Siverian proeliator." She didn't recoil from Moonset, but she twitched, a bit overwhelmed with the emotional waves coming off of her. More than anything, Freya felt peace weaving a home inside of her. Her battles had been fought. Her death was gruesome, but it was here in which she belonged now. She paused, blinking from Rye's astounded, frightened eyes to Moonset's worrying ones. "I knew it, though. I knew I would come here. I was sad, scared....but I'm all right now, I think. And even if I'm not, I will be soon. I can answer questions, if you have them. Better now than later, in case I don't remember so well. I think I want to leave it behind here, before I take steps deeper in this realm...I think I want to shed this now, if I might...?" she looked from Moonset to Rye, eyes hopeful, yet sadness and shadows entered them.
Rye swallowed, caught in the middle. It would cause Freya pain to speak now, which neither he nor Moonset wished to do. She may become upset. But it will upset her either way, won't it? She wants to take care of it now and not look back...what can we do but listen? Rye waited for Moonset to speak, though, his uncertainties in the uneasy shuffle of his paws.
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Jul 8, 2009 14:14:34 GMT -5
Holding her breath, Moonset listened to what Freya had to say. As she heard the wolf speak, she knew Freya was handling this more appropriately than she had. It threw a calm into her eyes, and soon they were glittering with the same enthusiasm they had right before Freya had come. Her curiosity was overwhelming now, but she didn't ask any questions though the silver wolf had said that questions were fine with her. Wanting to lighten the mood, Moonset spoke. "Erm, at least we're here now. Paradise, right?" She awkwardly laughed, but it didn't necessarily help with her raging thoughts and feelings. The past was a big word with her, and even though she was worried about one thing, BloodMist on earth, she was still running in circles in what she had left behind when she died. Moosnet couldn't get out of her realm, the realm of guilt and lonliness. Though over and over she was told not only by herself but others to leave it, she continued to be trapped. Running into dead ends like a bird trying to get out of a glass box, Moonset was lost in her prison of shame. There's no way out. Hopefully talking with this wolf could ease her troubles, let Moonset rest from the running, so she could simply lay down in the center of her cage. She would never be able to escape, she knew, but something had to be able to let her take a break from it, right? "So, Freya..." She said casually but in a whisper, "Go ahead. I won't rush you. If you really want to talk about it." Her eyes met Freya's, desperate but calm. Moonset went ahead and sat down.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 8, 2009 21:45:23 GMT -5
Freya blinked at Moonset oddly, unsure of what to make of the female's strange behavior. Well, she only died a day before me, not even. It wasn't even morning, was it? Nah. When they retreated, the sky was lighting...I didn't even see the sun one last time...
She was distraught suddenly, eyes pooling with tears, small body shaking with the horrors of those last few hours. She'd tried to be a good mentor to Nectar, her one and only neophyte, but felt a failure in that department. I didn't give her enough battle training! She'd been trying to help Nectar, then got caught in a fight with another enemy...
"I was one of the first wolves to the battle, along with a small patrol of Siverians. The Siverians were the first there, but there were scarce few of us to begin with -- Nightshade ran back to get more, or we would've all been wiped out before any of the other packs even thought about what might be happening. It was me and my old neophyte, Nectar, a brand new warrior. I'm not that old myself -- I've only been a proeliator for sixteen moons. Annelise, our missing healer, was one of my best friends...it was hard, fighting with the shock of seeing her again, and the shock of seeing them..." she shuddered, shaking her head. "I saw Babylonia slinking in the shadows, though she herself did not fight. I was part of the second litter born in this valley after the packs came -- my mother drilled the histories into me very well. Babylonia was beta when Verlust ruled Blood Mist the second time, part of the reason the packs left our old home. It was Siv who murdered her...it was Babylonia who ripped Annelise's leg away --- Siv was maimed in the same manner by Verlust before she died. It was an odd sort of vengence. I knew this battle would throw everything we'd been working for in this valley into nothingness....we were peaceful now, even though we bickered. We haven't had a real battle since forever...I'd never been part of anything like it! This fight was nothing like the border skirmishes at all, where honor and value of life protect us from fatally wounding our companions. This was truly life or death. I fought for my pack, but I was led from Nectar's side by another wolf, and I tried to fight them, but they overpowered me. I was thrown into the underbrush, and a fleeing warrior, one that I didn't recognize from the legends, picked me up and fled. Other Blood Mist wolves caught on -- the packs had all arrived by now, and though they were weakened, we were all distracted with the mess Eurasia caused when she killed you, Moonset," she blinked sadly at her, but continued, "only a couple of Yozorans noticed -- Saskia and Crow, senior warriors. They came after us, our enemies had two of their daughters. They caught up with one and took her back, but Saskia was killed in the process of trying to save her other daughter, Neveria. I saw this all from a distance, being the first taken and well out of reach. Blood Mist fled, but the damage had been done and the trick sprung. By the time anybody else realized what had happened, they'd gotten away, unopposed after Saskia and Crow, with me, Missing of the Sheerans, and Flisk and Neveria of the Yozorans. They threw the others into a cave and, since the wolf named Morgan wished for a fight, they threw me out into the clearing with him." Rage in her eyes now. Burning coldfire flickered in the young warrior's gaze. "I fought, but my leg was already badly broken, and being there at the beginning of the fight had worn me down. I tried to barter with him, tried to convince him that we could be useful, they could train us -- the pack couldn't survive long on old warriors, they needed fresh ones. I did this in hopes that I could escape to the Siverians or any of the packs and tell them of what happened. Unfortunately, my plan backfired. They kept the others for this purpose -- sadly, they're all neophytes and their minds and still moldable. Since I was already a warrior, they left me to do. So, adrenaline kicked in, and Morgan died with me." She finished her tale, tears streaking down her face, but only resigned ferocity in her now. "I did for the Siverians, for the packs, for my family. I just hope Flisk and Neveria and Missing are able to escape, or the packs rescue them before it's too late..." She sighed heavily, tail twitching weakly.
Rye listened to her story, spellbound, stunned. I knew it was bad...but if this is just the beginning, how much worse can it get before we all end up like this? "You fought bravely, Freya...your pack will be proud of you and honor your memory," he barked firmly. At least that much was for certain. I wonder if they'll ever find out the brave way she died, though....the others have to be rescued! The packs should strike back!
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Jul 9, 2009 14:35:39 GMT -5
Moonset lowered her eyes from the fae. At first when she saw tears running down Freya's cheeks she was going to make her stop, but as she listened it confirmed many things. First of all, wolves were distracted because of her death. Second, there was a treachery about, one that Bloodmist was part of. Third, Freya obviously died for a cause. It sent Moonset into deep depression, knowing that Freya had died for her Pack, so nobely, and Moonset had simply let herself been killed by Eurasia. She didn't die for her Pack, or for anything else. She didn't even die remembering them, but the Pack she lived in before the Sheerans. Her family she had left behind. Moonset's death was completely worthless, and no one would remember her. Just for what Eurasia had done. The betrayal to her Pack. Why had Eurasia done it? As Moonset thought about this, she rememberred the first night she had let Eurasia's secret out. Wait. Moonset had let out Eurasia's secret about having relations with Hellfire and the demons. Soon after, there was a battle, and it was the perfect time to mingle in with fighting wolves. A battle between the Packs, and BloodMist. BloodMist consisted of Hellfirians. Of course. It was there all along. Eurasia was in with it, even though on that night Moonset revealed her secret, she had said she was no longer working for them. But apparently she was! Wasn't it obvious? Moonset's eyes went wide. First she was depressed that she had died for no reason, but maybe she had. "Rye?" She said with surprise. "Eurasia was working for them. She killed me because I knew her secret, and Eurasia probably knows where they're keeping those neophytes!"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 9, 2009 22:07:40 GMT -5
Robin picked her way through the pencil-line fir trees, a bundle of herbs clutched in her muzzle. Her eyes caught sight of Freya, widenind to large moons. She dropped her bundle and pelted towards her in a flurry of fur, crashing happy-go-lucky into her long-ago friend. "FREYA! IT'S ROBIN! REMEMBER ME?!" She yipped, coating Freya in joyous licks and nudges and nuzzles. Freya was flung like a sling-shot from her somber piece of her death to the immediate joys of the realm, elated in her reunion with Robin. Freya was still a neophyte when Robin died -- one of the first to be claimed by the plague. Even though Robin was from a different pack then, Freya had been bonded to her as she had been bonded to Annelise. The two laughed together, a tinkling harmonious sound, and playfought, pleasantly and spontaneously oblivious to the horrors around them....which was a considerable acheivement given the circumstances.
Rye's expression was a solemn one as he gazed back at Moonset, nodding his head. "Whatever happened happened...it's not for us to live out. We can't warn the packs without a prophecy....and we don't have enough information to forge one. Even if we did, it would have to be considerably obscure....we'll have to watch. Prophecies aren't always good things....maybe this time, the packs will find a way to manage with out." He allowed himself a small smile as he watched Freya and Robin collide. "You should know this, Moonset: very few wolves see the future. Living herb healers and maybe alphas, sure....but that comes from the prophecies and stanzas given to them by us, the deceased. And not many of the deceased see the future; we just see everything going on at once, which is something no living wolf can do. The future....it's all relative. We can see scenarios, possibilities...we must watch the world below carefully."
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Jul 20, 2009 13:18:00 GMT -5
(Wow. I posted again, and it got deleted a second time. This is soo frustrating. >=/ So yeah, my post is short, and not very detailed. When you write something long twice and it gets deleted it's hard not to be sloppy the third time. -.-)
Moonset grunted with frustration. The Packs were in trouble! Some one had to do something. But something else bothered her. As she looked at the two wolves giggling happily, she felt quite envious. It made her angry. Apparently Freya's death was far better than hers, when Moonset didn't even get to be with her family. No, Freya got everything. She got to die for a worthy cause and be honered, she got to know at least ONE wolf here, and everything was perfect for her. This wasn't paradise for Moonset, more like Hell. And when she finds out a danger to the Packs, it's totally ignored. Can't they at least warn someone who can hear them, besides sending a prophecy? Why couldn't they simply just tell them? It was stupid in her eyes, as if Rye didn't even care. Walking away from the wolves, she turned her back on them and started to think. It all came to a conclusion. She wasn't a help at all, and her death was a waste. It was worthless.
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