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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jun 18, 2010 14:37:47 GMT -5
The fae trotted through the area her chasms a icy blue in the dark. She moved almost like a ghost; there one moment, and gone the next. She movements were agile as she moved through the tall grass, her ebony tipped audits perked forward as she listened for any sounds of anything living, or otherwise. Everything gave off a sound, dead, un-dead, or nearly there. She had come to figure this out. Strange enough, she even came to understand it. Her canvas of firey red was slightly disturbed by the soft breeze that moved through the land; ruffling her fur up. She finally came to a short stop, glancing around once or twice. She glanced down, her brow furrowing as she tried to figure out what happened that night when her mother and father left in such a haste they ended up harming her. She closed her orbs as the memories came flooding in from the back of her mind. ~{{I'm not Afraid... She had been playing peacefully in the safety of her den with her mother when her father came rushing into the den, breathing hard. Her mother understood what was happening without the need of words, and swiped her up in such a hurry one of her canines ended up slicing a scar above her right eyebrow. Once it healed over, it turned out to be a note. Anyhow, they were in a rush, and her mother tried to get her there the whole way. But she was still weak from the brith a week earlier, and to top that off she hadn't left the den to hunt. She tried using all her resources to get her there. Her cunning, agility, and even her wits. Yet, it wasn't enough, and she ended up falling behind. Her father carried her the rest of the way. ~{{To take a stand... And after being left behind by her father, things didn't seem to look up. She knew something wasn't right at the young age of five months, and when she went to the Alpha about it he merely laughed in her face, and told her to stop making up stories. He told her that her imagination was running away with her; that they were perfectly safe. Yet, under the cover of the 'Bandits Moon' they were blind sided, and just like she had said the whole pack was destroyed. Her 'nanny' as she had come to call her had hid her away, and told her not to leave until someone found her. No one found her for a week, and once they did she was near starvation. ~{{To make things right... She shook her head, trying to get the memories to go back to the darkest corners of her mind. She sat back on her haunches, her plumb still behind her. She sighed softly, taking a deep breath, and opening her eyes. The suns rays were warming her her canvas up, and her eyes changed to a light silver. She was troubled. If they had just listened to her then they would all still be alive. She hoped that if that paticular situation ever came up again they would take her word for it and prepare for the worst at least. She looked down, closing her eyes once more, thinking. ~{{And try to get out. |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 18, 2010 23:19:16 GMT -5
(( After reading your post, I decided to throw in one of my neophytes, Phobia. Just warning you, she is extremely bizarre. =P ))
"Broken trees like broken hearts,
Rip you out, tear you apart,
String your veins up in the sky,
Stare inside you while you die."
Red veins bulged in her yellow eyes and the hair around her face hung in unkempt tangles and mats. Her smell was foul, as she had slept in the swamps during the past few nights, preferring the hidden grasses to the closeness of the other wolves. Their heated, breathing bodies bothered her and kept her from sleep. Too close! I hate how they get so close!
And the breath...oh, she hated it when they breathed over her.
Blood tinged her black lips with crimson. She crouched with hunched shoulders over the remnants of a collection of birds and squirrels -- at least five of them. The feathers, bones, and fur were strewn carelessly around her. Stray down covered her paws and flanks, along with smears of blood. She stood breathing heavily over their remains. Having broken the fast she had begun six days previous, she had eaten voraciously, horrifically, murderously. Now, she felt sick with food. Drink, she decided, I need to drink.
She sang softly to herself in a hoarse undertone,
"Segemented sanity,
holy lies,
barbed words and thistled humanity,
Take back what was taken,
DO TO YOU WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!"
She shrieked the last part of her verse, her heartbeat racing inside of her ears. For a moment, the entire forest seemed to explode with sound; the crows fled the trees at her scream, their flapping resonating in her ears. Somewhere behind her, she felt pawsteps vibrate across the ground. Phobia whirled around to face the intruder, fangs bared in a snarl.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jun 19, 2010 14:49:05 GMT -5
((Paahaa. M'kay. I'm sure she can deal with insane.))
An audit twitched. What was that?
She whirled around to see Phobia standing there with her fangs bared. My god, she's insane! He huffed, chasms of silver now watching her intently. A low growl ripped from her vocals, traveling up her clenched windpipe, and sounding in the air around them. That single sound echoed through the dead woods around them, before seemingly disappearing in thin air. She was hunkered down, her haunches bunched beneath her; titanium like muscles bunched together just in case of an attack which seemed likely from the ravenous look this other fae had in her eyes.
She had seen it before. Seen it before in the chasms of her own fathers eyes just before he left her in that wretched place. She scolded herself, and thought Now is not the time to let such thoughts wander away with me.
Her gaze fell once more on this fae, and finally she spoke, calmly, yet assertively.
"Who are you?" She asked clearly, raising a brow. Her crown was still held some what low, audits turned back just the slightest. Her upper lip fell just to cover her fangs slightly leaving just a glimpse of them if you looked right in the soft rays of the sun.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 20, 2010 15:02:48 GMT -5
Some stupid she-wolf, that's what it was. Nothing to bother herself with. But this one -- this one had the audacity to question her. Phobia maintained her hostile stance, even as a dousing of Destinian scent washed over her with the approach of the she-wolf. Phobia's eyes narrowed to tiny slits and she curled her lips with disgust as Burn Note moved closer. As she came withing four feet of Phobia, Phobia began to take her own steps backwards to mirror the other female's, maintaining distance between the ignorant one and herself.
"Who are you?"
Well, arrogant and ignorant. Quite the gruesome twosome.
"What's it to you? I'm a Destinian, obviously. You have no right to question me further -- you haven't earned it!" She took a few casual paced to the side, hissing softly under her breath.
"They call me the insane child. And yet, their warriors can't stride in their own terror without questioning their brethren. Paranoid, much? Since when does it matter who we are -- it's the scent that'll make the difference of life and death, peace or attack. You can smell me fine enough, now leave me the hell alone!"
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jun 20, 2010 16:41:36 GMT -5
Damn.
She chuckled slightly, seeing that she had crossed her line, and stopped, mimicking the other fae's movements and took a few steps back. A small smirk had crossed her maw, and she bowed her head slightly. "So I see. But it seems with your hostile position you consider yourself neither friend, nor foe. And if it wouldn't be so arrogent to point out I was minding my own business in the first place. It was not I who whirled around in hostility, growling like the devil himself was out to get you."
Another small chuckle escaped her, and bemusement danced around in her silver chasms. She consented however, and said "Though I must admit, I don't have any right to question who you are. I guess I let my curiousity get the best of me." The bemused look never left her dancing chasms however. She was utterly amused with the hosility of this...fae that called herself a destinian, yet was in the position and matter of mind to attack one of her fellow memebers, and BurnNote was just protecting herself.
Was that so wrong?
She asked herself, and then she got an answer from somewhere in the wind.
Well, yes and no. It isn't wrong to protect yourself, BurnNote. But it is in the eyes of Phobia.
BurnNote tilted her head, and answered So that's her name?
There was no answer.
BurnNote turned her attention to the fae once more, and cleared her throat, sitting back on her haunches.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 20, 2010 21:31:50 GMT -5
A dry smile curved slightly at the maw of the she-wolf, but it was a smile full of dark, wicked things coupled with a devilish glint in her yellow eyes. This wolf was a full warrior -- elder than Phobia, still stuck in the phase of neophyte. In truth, she never gave much thought to pack progression. It was made of alleged 'changes' and 'growths' that were never really tangible; Phobia had been the hated runt in her litter, she was the hated runt of the neophytes, and if she remained with the Destinians, she would forever be the runt of the pack. The pack -- not her pack. They were never hers, and the ownership they claimed over her was very loose, as if unsure it was really ownership that they wanted. She turned her nose up slightly at the female, grunting softly with sarcasm. "Right. Packmate, sure." She flicked her ears, as if batting away a bothersome fly, then turned her glassy stare back on BurnNote. "Mind your business better next time." She opened her mouth again, as if to say more, then let it snap shut abruptly. Her lips pursed in a line across her mouth, and her tail twitched uncomfortably behind her. She shook her pelt suddenly, wearing a seemingly bored expression. Under her breath, she muttered, "What would you know about being chased by devils?"
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jun 21, 2010 12:42:08 GMT -5
"Or would you perfer me to call it pack member?" She asked, tilting her cerebrum to the side, orbs changing to that dazzling light blue for her eyes were now slightly shaded. She nodded her crown once more, and said "What ever it is, I'm sure it is none of my business." The words ran off her tongue fluently, and seeping into the air around them with ease.
When she asked her second question BurnNote grew stiff. Not only in her body, but in mind and soul as well. She knew plenty of being chased by devils, she knew that much. Twas what her mother and father had tried to escape on that night so long ago. It was what had come and attacked her last pack so long ago. A wolf, for sure. But they all had that demonic gaze Phobia was staring at her with now-- that murderous gaze, to be correct. BurnNote cleared her throat, and answered "I happen to know plenty, thank you. Information I am not at liberty to share just as you are not at liberty to share certain things with me."
BurnNote's gaze tightened on the she-wolf in front of her, and she wondered what in the world must have been going through her mind. BurnNotes mind. If she had followed her instincts she would be here quarreling about a subject just about as important of rotten cheese is.
Nevertheless, both wolves seemed stubborn enough to try and make their point be the last.
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Post by Acacia on Jun 22, 2010 14:40:47 GMT -5
Link wondered the territory looking for threats. His fur was warmed slightly by the sunlight. He padded into the clearing. Looking around he spotted two wolves smelling the air he recognized the two as Destinian. One seemed hostile by her scent. He cautiously approaches the two. His body posture showed no hostility. As he got closer he realized just who the hostile one was. That was Phobia. She looked angry and smelt awful the closer he got. She had grown, but not much from her puppy self. He cleared his throat to be known.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jun 22, 2010 14:49:30 GMT -5
BurnNote glanced toward him, blinking once or twice. Well, isn't this nice? Another visitor... She thought to herself, and turned her attention from Phobia to Link.
Hello, she said softly, her eyes changing to a silvery color. She gave a charming smile, and said I do hope our argument didn't draw any uneeded attention. She said softly.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 23, 2010 17:34:34 GMT -5
Who the hellfire is this? Phobia growled darkly under her breath. Is it so hard to leave me alone? I am one wolf out of the too many that call themselves Destinians. Can't they hang around with them instead? She glared coldly at both wolves, lifting her lips slightly to reveal her pointed, bared teeth. I am in but one copse out of too many in Destinian land. Why is the task of leaving me to myself so difficult?
"I wouldn't call it an arguement so much as an intrusion," she grunted rudely. "Why don't you puppies go play somewhere else with your warm and fuzzies and leave me to whatever the hellfire it is I want to do, hm? Sound fair? Good, I think it is." Her claws churned in the earth, released her frustrations on the soil.
Just...leave...me....alone!
Somewhere off in the nearby woodlands, Carolina picked her way through the undergrowth. She was not hunting, or her movements would've been far more careful. Instead, she was simply walking with no real purpose. Something had pulled her towards the brokenwood this warm summer night. The impulse to be out in the territory had taken her far outside the camp for the first time in many moons. Pain still weighed down her heartbeats, but she breathed easy as she crunched softly through the forest. She forced the pain out of her mind; she'd felt enough sorrow to last a lifetime.
And somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew Sothis would never want her to be as she had been the moons following his disappearence.
Her ears twitched slightly as she detected voices up ahead. Taking a gentle sniff of the ear, she identified them as Destinian wolves. She loped towards them, but hung back as she caught sight of Phobia and heard snippets of hostile words. That one always causes trouble wherever she goes...I don't know why she stays here. She hesitated, unsure whether or not she wanted to join them anymore.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jun 26, 2010 15:53:58 GMT -5
BurnNote turned to Phobia, and she stood slowly, ivories bared the slighest.
"Alright. You wanna go and start pointing fingers? I'm pretty sure that can be done. First, it was not I who was intruding. I I was merely minding my own business when you came out of no where snarling like you owned the whole place. Second, I tried being friendly enough but you insist on being a rude bitch, so that's fine with me. Thirdly, if it was a intrusion, dearest friend," She let the sarcasm run full on on the 'dearest friend' part of her lyrics. "You and I would be locked in a battle that is not only words, now would we? You want to be alone? Well then, may I make a suggestion? Why don't you turn your nosey self around, and go away. That sounds like a pretty good idea to me." She snorted slightly, her chasms of blue swirling slightly with the emotions of aggravation, and anger.
Her bodice was tense, her pillars like rock as her daggers dug into the hard soil slightly as she looked to Link once more, and then slowly sat back on her haunches as she tried to calm herself.
BurnNote parted her jowls and picked up the sent of yet another Destinian in the area. She moved her crown to glance in her general area, and then sighed, closing her chasms once again.
You are not handling this very well, BurnNote. The soft breeze blew through the area causing BurnNotes audits to perk to strain for the soft whispers.
I know... She thought back, and got no response. It was rather hard talking through the wind. Sometimes she wouldn't get an answer for days on end, sometimes she got one immediantly.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 29, 2010 20:34:16 GMT -5
The young body was trembling with fury. Outraged, she glared with narrowed eyes at Burn Note. You'll die a painful, torturous death, and your life will be a meaningless waste of oxygen. She's nothing but a complete pig. Suddenly, an impulse came over her. The quaking through her body began to stop, even as Burn Note continued to shout at her. She froze completely, and slowly, eerily, a smile crept over her features. Not just a smile -- an enormous grin that swept across her entire face. As Burn Note collected and attempted to calm herself, Phobia marched directly in front of her, still erupting with grins and dark giggles.
And then she spat at Burn Note's face.
Carolina watched them yell back and forth, and then suddenly, it came to an abrupt halt and strange giggles bubbles out of that deranged female. Tentatively, she crept closer, clearing her throat to make her presence known. "Hello, there, I'm Carolina---" Her words were cut short as she gaped at Phobia with widened eyes. "What in hell's name do you think you're doing?"
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jun 29, 2010 20:45:56 GMT -5
She turned, and instinctively launched herself at Phobia, taking the fae to the ground. She rolled away from her, growling slightly. "Yeah, what the hell do you think your doing, Phobia?" She hissed.
You are blowing this out of porportion. The breeze blasted through the area.
I don't give a damn. Came the sharp reply of thoughts.
Suddenly, the wind died. Totally. She had chased it away. Damn. She thought, and then looked at Phobia once more, an audit turned toward Carolina. "Hello. I'm not entirely sure what the hell's going on. But, I'm sure we'll find out sooner or later." Her murky chasms were pinned on Phobia.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 29, 2010 21:00:36 GMT -5
Burn Note suddenly sprang at her and pressed her to the ground, but still, Phobia cackled madly. Slowly, she rosed to her paws, brushed stray leaves from her pelt, and turned to run away into the forest. She started in a light jog, but accelerated into an all-out sprint away from the wolves.
"I'M LEAVING YOU, YOU IGNORNANT FOOLS! I'M LEAVING YOU FOR SOMETHING GREATER THAN YOURSELVES!"
My god, what the hell?
Carolina stared in stunned silence. Her heart was racing, and she sent a fervent prayer of thanks to the heavens above that Phobia had not stuck around and heightened the tensions.
And yet...
For inexplicable reasons, Carolina felt a pull to run after her. Slowly, she padded over to Burn Note. "Are you all right? I'm Carolina, one of the proeliators. I don't think we've met before." Thoughtfully, she studied BurnNote. I know Phobia's crazy, but I don't really know much about this one, either. She sighed heavily, and woofed, "I know she's crazy and pisses you off, but we should go find her. She clearly doesn't have her head on right...and as angry as you are...we don't really want her to wind up dead."
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jun 29, 2010 21:09:52 GMT -5
BurnNote growled slightly, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. she glanced at Carolina, and said "It's a pleasure to meet you, Carolina. I'm BurnNote. And yes, I do believe that I am okay. I really think I do want her to wind up dead."
She sat back on her haunches, staring at the terra for a moment, eyes closing. Every part of her didn't want to go and find Phobia. Yet, she felt that strange pull as well. Her chasms finally snapped open, and she met Carolina's gaze.
"Forgive me. That comment wasn't necassary." She rose to her full height, and nodded in toe direction Phobia took off. "Let us go, then." And with that she took off in the direction Phobia left in a easy lope, and glanced behind her for Carolina.
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