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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 23, 2009 9:25:56 GMT -5
The alphess loped alone through her terra, letting her paws take her away in aimless wanderment. She had much to think of, and as far as Fireflight was concerned, walks like this were medicine equivalent to that of an herb healer. Herb healers....we need one. Tonight, though, her medicine was failing her, along with the health of her pack.
She brushed through the dense undergrowth, teeming with crisp fallen leaves. Her blazing pelt fit perfectly amongst the autumnal colors. Her form shied away from the brights of the trees, opting instead for the dark, dank hollows of the naked, twisted branches of thinning forest. She plodded on her way, mind still mulling with thought, nearing a region her pack called the rabbit runs for the abundance of the creatures. All of her fears seems to crowd around her and whisper.
You have no healer.
Your beta is gone. Your proxies are no more.
The Destinians are the smallest pack in the forest.
Blood Mist is back.
On all ends, you are the most likely to be targeted.
"What have we done," she whimpered to the heartless night air, her breath puffing around her face in translucent clouds, "we've dug a hole for ourselves....and what if there's no getting out?"
Something rustled in the bracken behind her. She whirled around, fur on end, poised in a defense crouch. "Who's there?"
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Oct 24, 2009 1:43:22 GMT -5
Where is Sumer?
Smarting inwardly at the thought of his sibling, a single wolf navigated his way through the quiet wood, skull inclined to stare at the shifting movement of his forepaws. His bronze and russet pelage was beginning to thicken, and already he could sense frost on the air. The chill had not yet arrived, but it was patrolling the horizon.
Just what we need… the weather to make things even more difficult for us.
Jerking into an abrupt halt, the familiar tone of a familiar wolf reached his ears, and Euphrates’ eyes darted in the direction. Scuffling dried foliage beneath his limbs, the male slipped between a thicket and two fallen cedars, eyes shining when Fireflight lurched into view.
“A little edgy, aren’t we?” Euphrates chimed, a small, pleasant smile creasing his maw. Lowering his ears slightly, he approached Fireflight slowly, glancing up at the patterned colors of autumnal leaves. With all the pressure lately, the last thing she needs is more worrying. Best to keep anxiety out of the conversation, eh? He dipped his head to his alphess, and glanced about. Well, as much as possible, at least.
“…what are you doing out here? Scouting, or did you fancy a stroll?”
As lighthearted as his inquiries were, Euphrates was subconsciously tuned in to the acute rustling of the forest terra. Looks like she isn’t the only one who’s a tad edgy…
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Oct 25, 2009 9:11:39 GMT -5
Raffa strolled through the territory, nervous as...well, heck. He had constantly had the jitters, stuttering unconciously and dreaming of possibilities where he'd be found out. Raffa was afraid for the first time ever. He was a pretty good liar...but guilt was not suiting him good. He'd been fine killing. It wasn't hard. The fact though, that he'd killed his own...beta was it? He was afraid his scent would be on Toss somewhere in a ditch or that...he'd be found with Bain, killing another innocent Destinian. He didn't care really...it was just the fright of a punishment of pain that he did not want. Exile would be an easy way to go.
The one year old cocked his head back and forth as he walked, muttering nervously. He was muttering about guilt and other things when he walked into another wolf.
"Watch where you're going!"
He looked up to see it was Fireflight. His stomach plummetted, as did his heart. Would Fireflight find out his secret?
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 26, 2009 8:04:07 GMT -5
"Oh!"
Her nose bumped against Euphrates' as she whirled around, wide eyes bulging. She stumbled backwards a few pawsteps before recatching her balance. Her head snapped up to gaze at her pursuer, the sharp edges of her eyes immediately smoldering into amusement as she spied Euphrates. "You really need to stop sneaking up on me. It's fraying my poor nerves!" She collected herself with a deep, cleansing inhale. I need to chill out! It's like it's the full moon or something...wolves are going to start thinking I've gone loopy... "Ya know, I'll bet you I'm going to be crazy when I get old." She nipped his ear cheerfully, rolling her eyes at his remarks. "Well, now that you're here, how about that stroll--SQUIRREL!"
Her knees wobbled as some foreign fluff crashed into her, cursing wildly from the sounds of it. Bending down to cautiously sniff the mysterious fiend, she was greeted with the blunt stare of Raffa. Wrinkling her nose, she felt the romantic aura snap and fade as she was faced with the pack pest. Well, so much for that...I can't be Fireflight tonight. I have to be the Destinian Alpha first...
"Raffa? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be training?"
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Oct 26, 2009 15:15:40 GMT -5
Raffa raised his brow lightly, eyes shining into hers. He was an old neophyte, one whom hadn't a care to learn. He really wanted to become a Warrior so he could stop being bossed around, but he only had just realized this now. He paused for a second, thinking, and then licked his nose. He shivered with guilt, acting very unatural. Raffa was indeed acting very suspicious. His eyes darted back and forth as if he was seeing if Bain was spying on him at any moment. He panted loudly, hyperventilating. He suddenly paused, looking up at Fireflight.
"Um...what? Oh...yeah...sure why not? But...my mentor quit on me long ago. Erm...so what's h-h-happening?"
He stuttered lightly, heart thumping. Raffa was not dealing with the guilt very well. [/size][/color] ((Is this where Fireflight finds Toss?)) |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Nov 7, 2009 20:27:11 GMT -5
((I believe so… Toss’ corpse will probably be hanging from a tree of some sort x3))
“Crazy? Well, I can’t argue with you there,” Euphrates teased, grinning slightly. “But then again, I’ve always been quite fond of the crazy types…” He raised a brow, smirking in an invitation of play. A stroll would be nice to get our minds off of—holymotherofliverpool, what was that!?
Stumbling back a few steps, Euphrates stared at the newcomer, finding himself more startled by Fireflight’s “SQUIRREL!” than the actual wolf. Huh? Oh, that’s…Raffa, isn’t it? I haven’t really talked to him much, have I? The male twitched his nostrils in an experimental sniff. So much for the stroll…
“Hello, Raffa. You seem… a little nervous,” Euphrates noted, regarding the wolf oddly. But, as far as I know, he could always act like this. Maybe he just has a stutter…
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 18, 2009 8:36:54 GMT -5
( "holymotherofaliverpool!" ...what would Liverpool's mom look like 0_0 ? Fliskeh, Liverpool is an octopus that once massacred Rhain and Lupus aka used-to-be-important-but-got-a-happily-ever-after-at-least-for-now dead wolves  ) Mehh! Her mind was immediately split into fractions; how long had it been since Fireflight took a load off? And she'd neglected her love life, too! And then there was this pest, this little buzzing in her ear, that said 'no, not now, not today, not ever!' Her paws itched to lash out and sweep Raffa away. Stupid runt, only gives me trouble! And now he's ruined the perfect evening. Oh, you little...!But poor Fireflight had a mild schizophrenia. Now, that's not nice. He seems all jittery, maybe he's scared!
Scared? Really? The kid thinks it's funny when everyone else gets hurt!
Maybe he's up to something...
Maybe he followed us and interuppted us on purpose.
What if he found something dangerous?
He just needs a buddy!"Raffa," Fireflight barked, voice firm. Her eyes bored into the neophytes', completely certain she would acheive her aims. Her eyes flashed slighty; maybe danger or suspicion gleamed in her eyes, but it was over too soon to tell. "What is going on?"Oh, and by the way, Euphrates, I was going to say I'm fond of the sneaks-up-behind-you ones, but now you'd probably just think I'm a perv and have some thing for Raffa---EWWWW! |
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Nov 30, 2009 14:47:43 GMT -5
Raffa's eyes were wide with nervous fright as he paced, once after he knocked into Fireflight. He wasn't his cool self anymore, now just a shell, a shell of nervous, stressed out wolf. He knew that he would someday be one of the most powerful wolves in the forest, but he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he was found out. He supposed he would be exiled, which wouldn't be too bad, but if he ever exposed himself and said anything about Blood Mist, he was afraid of the consequences. He was practically a Blood Mist himself, working with Bain.
Swallowing, he realized he hadn't answered Fireflight's question. He stuttered nervously.
"Um...um...eh...it's nothing, just that we're near...I mean, nevermind...uh...you see, its like this. I have a pr-nevermind. No problem, everything is fine. Fine fine fine. Don't you see? There's nothing wrong. NOTHING! NOTHINGS WRONG!!!!!"
He realized he was shouting, and quickly stopped. He realized that Toss's corpse was very close to where they were walking, so close that-. Raffa walked right into it. There it was, draped over a rock where everybody could see. His heart pounded and he stepped back, a frantic expression crossing his face. With a deep breath, he let out a frantic screech.
"AAAAAAHHH!! I didn't do it!!"
Raffa tried to scurry away but got himself caught in some brambles. He struggled to get out but couldn't, finally falling limp, facing Toss's corpse. He looked to the other wolves to see what they would do. |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 7, 2009 9:46:24 GMT -5
"Raffa, what exactly didn't you do? What's going on? Calm down and speak," Fireflight's voice struggled to maintain an even tempo; oh, how much she wanted to growl at him! He sounded like a blithering idiot -- no, more like a confused, oversensitive neophyte, which was any normal neophyte, really. Nevertheless, Fireflight's hackles were raised and her eyes were trained speculatively on Raffa. There was a concrete threat in her eyes.
At the same moment Raffa was beginning to realize the dawn of his power, Fireflight gleaned a strange inkling of her own. Toss was...gone. Gone where, Fireflight didn't know, but after watching the Yozorans without Iver so many moons, she swallowed the fact with a grim, sorrowful resolve. More than that, though -- there were no healers in her pack. She was the single, sole form of leadership in the Destinian pack at this moment in time. She could abuse this power if she wanted, but she would never dream of it; she wanted them strong and structured again. She could be strong for them....but how could she be their strength when pack law stated they needed more than that. There isn't more than me, the unsettling thought disturbed her, we've been like this for moons...proxies or not, it doesn't change anything for us. It's just me....
She glared coldly at Raffa.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 7, 2009 15:53:34 GMT -5
Euphrates wrinkled his nose, his patience for Raffa gradually ebbing away. The neophyte was sputtering nonsensical strings of words. Is this normal?? Euphrates wondered. The kid sounds like he’s having a mental breakdown.
“Raffa, take a breath. It looks like you’ve seen a—”
Euphrates had approached Raffa by this point, and something caught his eye. Frowning, he padded closer, and recognized flesh amidst the sleet and mud. It was definitely the bulk of a wolf, and yet it was different—from throat to groin the beast was divided, its body flattened and ribs peering out from the crimson canvas. The skull was absent, and only an abstract collage of skin and blood remained of the head. Scarlet splatter embellished the macabre portrait, and, with a recoil and an accompanying yelp, Euphrates realized that it was Toss’ corpse sprawled out in the snow.
“TOSS—!?”
The coat pattern mimicked the old wolf, and under the suffocating mask of gore that had begun to rise from the decaying body, a few traces of Destinian scent could be deciphered. There was no doubt; it was Toss.
Euphrates ducked his head, coughing in a failed struggle to swallow the bile rising in his throat. He vomited, quickly turning away from the grotesque sight and snarling. “What demon did this!?”
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 9, 2009 15:48:58 GMT -5
Raffa's dark fur was pricked up. He sighed in the brambled mess and swallowed the huge lump that had formed in his throat. He was considerably nervous all the time and he wondered if Fireflight would ever figure out it was his fault. He knew her punihsment wouldn't be so bad, but the fact that he would be caught could cause some trouble with Bain. With a deep swallow, Raffa glanced away from Euphrates vomiting and turned to Fireflight. His tone was shaky as he spoke, answering both their questions.
"I don't know...it wasn't me. I know it! I do I do I do!"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 10, 2009 8:29:14 GMT -5
Raising her coppery head, Fireflight sturggled to resist the urge to kick Raffa hard in the gut. Like a squeaker toy on repeat, the kid just wouldn't shut up. The alpha cringed visibly as her mate retched. A strange, if not sick, analogy plopped itself in her head: Raffa had a bad case of word vomit. Too much...he's saying too much...he's far too nervous...
But he's just a kid. As suspicious as she was, Fireflight forced herself to turn away from the ferocity of her speculation. He's just a neophyte...anyone would be scared after seeing that...he's in a considerably good state for seeing something so....so horrible! But...we need an herb healer. He's going into shock....no one in our pack knows how to treat shock.... Panic shot through her body. We need an herb healer...we need one now! Fireflight couldn't bear to let her eyes over the body of her beta. She blink to Euphrates, eyes quivering in sudden fear.
"We're in the woods with our dead beta, we don't know who killed him, we have no beta...we have no herb healer..." Fireflight's voice was a frantic, pallid whisper.
They're trying to freaking exterminate us, I swear!
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