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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 24, 2009 11:53:12 GMT -5
She wanted fish like she wanted blood.
Or that's the analogy the great bulge of a fae had given her messenger...
It makes no sense, she thought, her mind set in swirling clouds of dark. Babylonia was beta when Verlust passed into the ether and whatnot. And yet... Arachna eyed the trickling stream, its shimmering waters protruding deep into Sheeran territory. ...She makes no claims on leadership. Our pack is a ragtag team of uncontrolled, unbound, undead wolves all hellbent on some sort of revenge or vendetta. She started up the slope, laced with the tell-tale scent of the Sheeran Pack. Disregarding the markers, she hopped across the border and loped alongside the lapping stream, sighing heavily to herself as she settled on its banks.
With Bloodsbane, we had a common goal to exterminate the packs. With Death, we had a common goal to build him a god complex. With Verlust, we were to, again, exterminate the packs AND worship her and her divinity. Now....we are nothing but mindless murderers. She spat acidly, eyes narrowing and glaring into the depths of the stream as she searched for the fish requested by the pregnant Babylonia.
"I am no lunatic assasin! I must have purpose!"
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Post by featherswift on Oct 25, 2009 17:08:36 GMT -5
Featherswift was going around the territory markers while thinking of what Eurasia had said. Her pack was killing itself from the inside out was something she just couldn't agree with, but could...it was confusing. No one to trust, no one. She was loping near the river and wacked at it with one of her paws. How could Gade not be her friend after so much and what about Eurasia? How could she trust her? Not even her pack...she was sick of this! Her loyalty was to Sheeran pack and it would forever be the aim of her to keep it safe no matter what it took. Even if I had to betray the laws that hold the packs together I would just to save my pack, she vowed.
Suddenly a scent of a wolf came to her nose. Her ears came up as she began to follow it, intent to drive it out. It wasn't Sheeran that was for sure. The scent reeked to her and made her wrinkler her nose in disgust. Though as she neared, the bad part of the scent became normal and surprise lit her face. It was the same scent of that fae that had attacked them when looking for Missing. That same fae who had questioned her on her loyalty as well. The good natured fae now wanted to face that female. That female was not supposed to be here on her land!
Featherswift cleared a bush and saw the fae fishing and talking to herself. She put weight on her hunches and kneeled down then ran at the fae in a burst of speed, growling feriously. "Get of Sheeran land now!"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 27, 2009 7:27:18 GMT -5
"Get off of Sheeran land now!"
Arachna's pelt bristled as the unseen threat emerged, but she forced her surprised limbs to remain rooted to the soft banks of the stream. I'm getting that fish and I'm getting it from here right now. I don't care if it's Golden Wolf himself storming through the forest after me, I'm getting the god darn fish! Her tail spasmed shortly in absorbance of shock, but otherwise, Arachna's eyes remained trained on the flow of the water.
"Honey, really? Honestly, if I took the trouble to trespass, do you think that would move me to leave? Really!" She chuffed with the aura of a disgruntled, offended wolf. Arachna's eyes didn't move to gaze at Featherswift, but a short sniff clued her into the Sheeran's identity. "Oh, so it's that one," she muttered under her breath. "Why is it I always run into you? Ya know, that gets me thinking. Wolves don't fight because they're upset with each other, they fight because the universe throws them together so much they go crazy." Pleased with her epiphany, she smiled down at the Sparkling Stream as it whistled past. Patience, patience... The silver of a small fish glittered beneath the surface. Lightning to the water, Arachna's claws pierced the fish in a swift killing swipe. Well, then, that was easy...
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Post by featherswift on Oct 27, 2009 21:26:50 GMT -5
Featherswift ran towards the fae until it started talking to her. That was just too weird so she stopped a leap away from her. That wolf is stealing from Sheeran food!, Featherswift thought angerly as she watched the fae look into the water. Her pelt bristled at the intruder and she lifted up her lips to show her teeth. What the fae was saying was right on target of what Featherswift was thinking. Why was it always her? Then what she said next just made her think the wolf was too calm at the moment on Sheeran territory.
When her eyes saw a glittering fish in Arachna's claws a growl sounded down her throat. Arachna had to be crazy to even be on this territory. Poor Featherswift didn't even know the fae's name which helped, but didn't at the same time. "Now if your done having epiphanies and stealing fish then leave! I have enough to deal with right now without you in it," she growled angerly. Everything was just adding onto everything. Her head was spinning with rage. Rage against not being trusted, what Eurasia had said because it felt a bit true, and this fae! She was about to burst with all the feelings that were building up and now Arachna was the limit.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 28, 2009 8:05:56 GMT -5
Arachna chuckled, eyes cheery and unbothered as Featherswift plowed on in a heated display of emotions. Amusement glittered in her eyes as the other she-wolf huffed and puffed about, chest heaving as she perpared herself for some sort of emotional release. Poor thing, Arachna thought, though inwardly she was laughing at Featherswift as much as she was outwardly. That's the problem with pack wolves. They get so caught up in the grandeur of life they forget to live it moment by moment. Looks like something's nearly swallowed this one whole.
"No, really, I think I'll stay a while just to displeasure you. I'm a free agent, I don't take orders, okay? And really, what is it to me that it would help you? What have you ever done to help me, hm?" Her tone was light and musing, and it was clear Arachna relished every moment of this pure torture to Featherswift. She studied the Sheeran quietly, intensely interested. I wonder if she'll crack. She nearly did last time.
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Post by featherswift on Oct 28, 2009 18:15:28 GMT -5
Featherswift looked on at Arachna as she laughed at her. Then started to say she would stay just for the fun of messing with her. She took a quivering breath to calm herself down, but it barely helped. "Your no free agent if I remember right," she said with a hint of a growl. Narrowing her eyes at the fish and Arachna she then said,"Now your stealing our prey and from the looks of you not eating it someone ordered you to get one. Looks like you can take orders, so get out." She flicked her tail, still bristling with anger. The fae wasn't so turned over in emotions to study Arachna and come up with a witty reply. She kept on guard lest she attack. If she didn't, it would be time to kick her off.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 29, 2009 22:45:55 GMT -5
(I'm to lazy to bold all of the dialogue xP )
Arachna settled back on her haunches, inclining her head in a a gesture of calculating interest. She let the fish set at her claws, which clicked idly. If she makes a move for it, I'm clawing her guts out! There's no way I'm getting another one... With straight, emotionless features, she murmured. "No, no, you have me wrong; I'm morally obligated to do this. Ya know, like this is the right thing to do, taking this fish. Little do you and your little judgemental stereotypical...." Word, word, I need a word... "....self know, I happen to be taking this to the one and only bearer in my pack, who also happens to be terribly ill and on the verge, once more, of the great abyss." Oh, I wonder what I'll get out of this? I suppose if we're all evil, they also think our children are evil devil spawn. A small smile lit on her face. Ooooh, devil children! Spooky! "And apparently the mother dying has strange affects on the children," she continued, tone growing serious. "The gestation period had been a little long...." She let the words trail off, not wishing to state the obvious. We need a healer!
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Post by featherswift on Oct 30, 2009 22:59:59 GMT -5
Her eyes studied the fae as it answered back to her. Right thing to do? Pftah! What made them do anything right?, she thought as Arachna carried on, on calling her names. This fae could defiantly talk... Featherswift's ears flicked when she heard that one of their members were dieing while giving birth? She didn't and did like the sound of that. One less member to terrorize the packs, but pups would die. The pups were innocent compared the world they would grow up in. Featherswift wasn't from Sheeran heritage so she never truly belived the rumors about how evil all the wolves were. The pups weren't evil though, she was sure of it. A birthing mother was just another wolf who needed help because she was in too much pain to be a threat.
She felt her ears go down on her head in shame. The fae was risking her tail to get food for the wolf in trouble and here Featherswift was being a bit selfish in her eyes. "Take the fish then, we don't really eat them...," she trailed off. All wolves should be friendly to one another not going against who is evil and not. "About that fae...has your healer been able to help?," Featherswift said. She couldn't help it, it just came out.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 31, 2009 11:33:40 GMT -5
Caught her! Mwuah hahaha...or something of the like! Hm....reveal the pack weakness and reel her in, or keep pack safe and lose the prey? Arachna swallowed, minutely aware of the implications that would land against her if the situation twisted for the worse. Arachna blinked towards Featherswift, and said nothing for a long while. I can't outright tell her....she needs to guess it. "In the past," she murmured eventually, "and now I'm talking way back in the hay-day when Blood Mist first scared the crap out of the other packs, who still had 'Mist' tacked onto the end of all of their names, back then, there was a slight altercation with our dear healers." She shrugged her shoulders, willing Featherswift along her line of thought. Come on, you took the bait this far, swim a little longer, little fishy! "I doubt if their story is still told here, since the only relatives they have left are probably loners, but our healer was once named Diablo, and his neophyte was Lucinda. The two fell in love, and began to place their own concerns before the pack, breaking our laws on several occasions. When we needed them most at our final battle of that era, they deserted us and took up the beleifs of your packs. So..." she examined our paw idly, "now you know what happened to our healers." The only two we've had since the days of the first packs.
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Post by featherswift on Nov 2, 2009 20:56:58 GMT -5
Featherswift listened for a moment, hoping Arachna would answer her questions. She was about to give up when the fae opened her maw and began. Their healer fell in love?! How did that happen? Wasn't it a rule not to do that? She listened more intently. So their healer had gone off with another wolf to never be found again..... For Golden wolf's sake, the Bloodmist's didn't have a healer!
She stared at the fae, wide-eyed, while it examined it's paw. "Your pack doesn't have a healer? How has it been staying strong for so long?," she asked immediately. Her tail timidly went back and forth and her coat stood up in surprise, no longer anger.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 3, 2009 9:01:43 GMT -5
(( It's a rule for healers not to fall in love in the Warriors' series, but not here  )) Arachna leaned back casually on her haunches, slowly processing Featherswift's reaction. Her eyes were thoughtful and contemplative as she studied the Sheeran femme. Her ears flicked slightly at her perplexed shock, and a curved smile appeared on Arachna's maw. " Well, in theory, a pack doesn't last long without a healer. The Destinians don't have one -- they're the smallest pack here, aren't they? Continueing with this theory, then, Blood Mist should have far less wolves than it does now. So, I suppose the conclusion would be that Blood Mist is made of slightly tougher stuff than the pack wolves....we are a pack, and we survive better than any of you here..." she let her thoughts drape across Featherswift, reeling her in in an expert snare and a free, pondering tone. It seemed a simple enough observation, and to Arachna's delight, it was. It'll be perfectly easy to get converts now that things actually make sense! |
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Post by featherswift on Nov 8, 2009 21:55:08 GMT -5
What Arachna then said made her fur bristle again. "How dare you say that! Your pack is weak if it cannot heal itself. If that femme dies then it's your vulgar cockiness that caused it," she barked, instantly aggressive again. No wolf could insult all the packs at once while she was around. They wouldn't.
Her eyes looked at the fish in contempt. She didn't know if she would let the fae take it or not at this point. "Even without a healer, how would your pack go on if it got into real trouble from us valley wolves? What would you do then if your friends got hurt badly and needed a healer," she asked again.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Nov 12, 2009 0:04:50 GMT -5
There was a darkness there. A shade flitted amongst the shadows of trees, weaving expertly through the gnarled branches. Soot remained, blanketing the bark of fallen trees, a seemingly permanent reminder of Hell’s arrivals.
And yet, for all his demonic attire, he was of true flesh. Only his mask said otherwise.
Bain, his face adorned with a skull, slipped through his enemy’s wood. He was searching, travelling. His Yozoran scent and identity were all but hidden behind the odor of blood and the skull of the Destinian Beta. And through Toss’ empty sockets, he saw a stream, and with his ears, two voices emerged.
A possible Sheeran ally, or a foe? But I scent flames. Interesting.
Halting in his aimless pursuit, Bain quietly maneuvered his way toward the voices.
What is this about a healer?
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 16, 2009 8:46:53 GMT -5
Arachna's ears twitched idly, scarcely listening to the Sheeran she-wolf now. Poor, poor ignorant thing. I almost feel bad for them! She licked a paw and brought it absently across her forehead as Featherswift ranted. Before speaking in her defense, Arachna let the silence settle over them, choosing to respond at her leisure. Slowly, she blinked up at Featherswift. Taking care to speak in measured tones for the female, she woofed simply, "You could kill us and we could die....but then we'd come back. After all, there's nothing you can do to topple death, but we have, and we continue to each fraction of a second."
Something in the paws of the fae itched to flee here; yet, she clearly held the upper paw in the situation of Featherswift. Regardless of whether the female converted or not, Arachna had placed doubt in the mind of a Sheeran. And doubt spreads... She had her fish, she'd done her job....but there was something more here. Her senses felt up the scenery minutely. Maybe I should wrap this up...
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Post by featherswift on Nov 18, 2009 20:10:53 GMT -5
This fae was making her mad, the way she blew off what she had said with a matter of fact tone. It didn't seem right that they could 'topple death' as she said. No wolf could do so. All had to die and go their course. There was always a weakness, always! Nonetheless, the doubt she already had had grown even more so thanks to Arachna.
A sound made her ears prick. Paws were moving nearby and Featherswift didn't want to be found out by the others that she couldn't even kick out a fae from the territory. Her eyes looked towards the bushes and thickets near the river/stream.
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
