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Post by featherswift on Jun 23, 2010 22:52:50 GMT -5
She was tired of the insanity of Sheeran Pack. It seemed that one fae still doubted her and it frustrated her. Plus, her best friend was gone into the loner lands somewhere half crazed. This hurt her desperately and was always an open wound. Her other best friend was never around anymore either and didn't want to talk to her.
Featherswift had padded to the Twilight Lake to take away all the stress of pack life. It frustrated her to know that the packs were fighting and that Hellfire was back. She just needed a brake from all this insanity.
As she neared the edge of the water, she looked into the lake. Her reflection stared right back, sad and miserable. Her luscious coppery fur shone around her as if it were autumn. It was summer though, the hottest season. Gratefully, she lapped the water up and distorted her image. A question nagged at her though. She had changed so drastically since she had joined Sheeran Pack. All she had wanted at the time was a pack in which to live in. But instead she was given this stressful life.
Her encounter with that fae near the river had brought new thoughts to her.
Featherswift sighed as she finished drinking and began to doze and relax for once near the water's edge.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jun 24, 2010 20:58:35 GMT -5
Light dimmed as the sun settled over the mountains, drifting casually downward as the sky revealed a blended canvas of navy, indigo, crimson and gold. The faint shimmers of stars, appearing as white flecks along the heavens, began to merge into existence. The moon was also growing steadily more visible, it’s complexion no longer faded by the strength of the sun or the inconvenience of clouds. The sky was clear tonight; a perfect summer evening.
Shifting through the settling forest, dusk’s arrival offered plentiful cover for one inhabitant in particular. His dark pelage fled undetectable through the woodland, every hair melting into the sleeping forest. No, only two colors revealed any possible source of exposure: the deep maroon gash that stained his ebony mane and the ghostly skull perched on his head. Twin eyes, almost hued red, flickered about, yet did not focus on any particular thing. It was running for sport, it seemed.
It stopped, scenting the air.
Perhaps not for sport.
Lurching into another dash, the wraith weaved amongst the forest obstacles until witnessing an almost familiar sight: a fae, standing beside the Twilight Lake. His previously labored breathing slowed, the steady drip of blood from his open throat becoming his only source of movement. He watched, deadly still, from the edge of the forest where any notions of cover were absent. He was exposed, discovered, but all the same interested.
Her.
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Post by featherswift on Jun 28, 2010 15:07:19 GMT -5
An early feeling began to surround her and enclose its snares. Copper fur began to lift up. Her eyes blinked opened to figure out this feeling as if she was watched. Sure, any loner could wander around here, but it was best to be on the alert around them. Rogue's could want a lucky break and attack a pack wolf just because.
Her eyes wandered around the clearing until they lay on a dark form almost completely blending with the area's darkness. It was a wolf, but as soon as she saw it everything on her began to prickle and her ears wouldn't stop twitching, only to lay on that wolf over and over again. Featherswift's eyes locked onto the wolf and she studied it. To her horror she figured out what was wrong with this one wolf, it had a mask, a mask made of a skull of a wolf. She suppressed a shiver. Him!
She knew this wolf, the male that had strolled in when she was confronting the intruder. Recognition weakened the snares of fear, but now apprehension was seizing her. She wasn't on he own land and this male didn't look in such a good shape. Instead of feeling at ease, she kept her body in defense and waited for his move.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jun 28, 2010 21:42:56 GMT -5
Wind stirred the hairs of his spine while the fur of his chest remained unaffected, held in place by the adhesive blood. He managed to catch her gaze, the twin rubies twinkling dully behind their sockets, as if focused elsewhere. Gradually, he began to sag against his right shoulder, his stomach sinking until practically grazing the earth with his underbelly. The crimson curtain that continuously seeped from his wound did not wane, but his head remained high. Almost dignified, in a perverted sense.
He remembered this fae. The Sheeran, the intriguing yet naïve female he had encountered along the water’s edge. Another fae had also been there, less naïve, but less appealing. Little use is a wolf raised to agree. Now, a wolf that is trained to genuinely see… that is what we need now. The insiders must descend their castle walls for the truth, not the other way around. But seekers are so rare nowadays…
Perhaps she, too, can be made to see.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“…I don’t believe… you ever told me your name…”[/glow]
His words sounded coarser than usual, his tone tired.
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Post by featherswift on Jul 5, 2010 18:33:21 GMT -5
Her eyes locked onto his for a moment until he sagged. Those eyes matched the color of the blood streaming down from the males wound. It held its head high even though the wolf was probably in immense pain.
Suddenly, the voice of this wolf met her ears and she could tell something was wrong. Where had a wolf gotten such wounds? Was there a battle somewhere near here that she didn't know about, especially Sheeran pack? What did it matter now though if this wolf was already hurt. She was pretty certain that her pack wouldn't help in a battle anyways.
Featherswift focused onto what the male was saying. He was asking her name, and she was surprised he wasn't asking for help. Distrust twinkled through her eyes, as the starlight and moon made shadows loom around the two wolves.
"Why should I give you my name?"
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jul 5, 2010 19:04:22 GMT -5
His lips and gums dampened suddenly, the blotched pink of his tongue spilling a darker hue. Slipping between his fangs, a few drops of blood drained onto the soil.
[glow=maroon,2,300] “…so that I know how to introduce you… an alias… would suffice…” [/glow]
His lungs ached with the effort, the cavity of his chest weighted down by some invisible mountain. His voice grew weaker, his eyes more desperate. Darkness hemmed his vision, a tunnel of visibility allowing him to witness one figure, and one figure only. Featherswift.
[glow=maroon,2,300] “…call me… Hades…” [/glow]
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Post by featherswift on Jul 14, 2010 22:35:28 GMT -5
Distress coursed through her as the male tried to talk to her. It took tremendous effort on his part, she could tell, even as blood came out. His motive was checked out on her part right now and she weaned her defense. From the distance, she couldn't tell how hurt this male was or really anything except that he was the same who she had already met. You can never tell a book by its cover was a total winner here.
Then what came out of his maw scared her. Not the name, but the way he sounded...almost as if he was dead already. Featherswift swished her tail back and forth indecisive. Looking off to the side, she sighed. If this wolf was going to die, he should at least know her name, get his last question answered. It would also allow her to get close to him to help and see what was wrong.
Her eyes met his and she quickly made her dicision. "My name is Featherswift," she said strongly. Featherswift loved the way her name sounded and how light it was on the tongue. Her parents had chosen well.
Unsure of what to do now, she took a step closer to the male who wanted to be called Hades. "I see you're hurt, would you like me to help, Hades?" The female said this hesitantly, a stark difference from what she had said earlier.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jul 14, 2010 22:51:48 GMT -5
A lengthy pause emerged from the exchange, Bain studying his acquaintance with a curious eye. At last receiving a name, he shuddered, the weight of his head decoration suddenly proving overwhelming. Or, at least, that is what it felt like.
He blinked, still silent. ‘Hades’ it was. His Yozoran scent was concealed by the reek of flesh and war. If anything, his identity could only be limited down to Yozorans, Destinians, and Hellfirians by the well-trained nose. All the same, it was not even his first personality that concerned him now; he was dying, and not even his hellish attire could save him from that fact.
[glow=maroon,2,300] “Beautiful name….”[/glow]
He wheezed.
[glow=maroon,2,300] “…yes.”[/glow]
He finally collapse, breathing strained .
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Post by featherswift on Jul 14, 2010 23:51:55 GMT -5
When he uttered the words she wasn't sure if she should go up to him. Suddenly, the male collapsed and in that instant, she loped towards him, still cautious. Her neck was exposed and she didn't have a skull to protect it like this male had. He wasn't going to make her a victim!
Quickly, she was by his side and his smell made her muzzle go up in a snarl. It was of a pack, not a loner. The same she'd gotten from the male from before. Except, she was sure he'd gone by something different then. It didn't matter now if the male was being untruthful, he was dying.
Her eyes scanned the huge gash which blood was oozing from. For some reason it wasn't clogging. Sniffing along his form as best she could, even though it was a weird situation, she found that nothing else was wrong except that wound and a few bruises and possibly exhaustion. The male was slick with sweat from hard labor.
The things she knew about medicene was few, but helpful. Looking around the bushes around them, she found some cobwebs and ran towards them, snatched them up, and came back. Then she put them down with her muzzle, and softly laid them out on the wound. Instantly, the bleeding slowed, but she realized she'd have to put new cobwebs upon the mess.
Featherswift waited until the cobwebs were fully saturated. Then she took them off as best she could while grimacing at the taste of blood. Her eyes frantically scanning the bushes again, she found more cobwebs further away. She raced towards them with expert speed, and returned in a few minutes. She tried to place them softly on the wound, but her paws weren't experienced at this nor was her knowledge.
She smiled as she realized these cobwebs would hold the bleeding this time. Her gaze traveled towards the eyes inside the wolf skull and barked softly,"Were there any other wounds? Can you cope with the pain or would you like me to find something or even get my pack's medicine wolf?". She didn't want this loner to die. Seeing death was something she didn't want to experience even with this loner who put her on edge.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jul 15, 2010 0:21:10 GMT -5
An alien sensation crossed into his space, the kneading of paws against his gash producing unwanted reminders of pain yet to be experienced. Yet, he gritted his fangs, and made not so much as a cringe as Featherswift performed her work. His eyes sealed shut, the skull rising and falling ever so subtly with the motion of his chest.
Gradually, the hindrance eased, the loss of blood dwindling to a momentary conclusion. A soft sigh exited his lungs.
[glow=maroon,2,300] “Nothing as major… fine now… and no. No, you… are all that I need… thank you.”[/glow]
He coughed, attempting to stand, but ultimately abandoning the effort.
[glow=maroon,2,300] “…how is life in that pack of yours?”[/glow]
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Post by featherswift on Jul 16, 2010 14:47:27 GMT -5
She sighed in relief at what the male had said. It seemed cobwebs were going to be enough. Thank goodness since she didn't really know anything about medicine. She was a fighter, not a healer. Though the words he used made her flick her ears in unease. If he was flirting, it wasn't going to work.
"You're welcome...", she replied with a partial smile. Suddenly, she realized the male was trying to get up. He was unsteady on his paws and she leaned in to help, but he gave up to early for her to even try. It worried her that too much blood had left him for him to stand. He then asked her how her pack life was doing and she grew defensive again.
Stiffening, she felt all the mixed up emotions rise up into her again. Why couldn't everything go back to a peaceful pack again?! Featherswift sat down hard, not knowing what to say. This was a pack wolf from his smell. She wouldn't be giving him important information about her pack, just how she felt. She saw no wrong about that, still, there was the smell between packs that worried her. Like two packs at once. It worried her,but he wasn't going anywhere or was in any shape to hurt her.
Featherswift just sighed and took that as her response to him. Let him decipher that. He didn't deserve to know about her life unless he could truly understand. None of her pack members did and she had the feeling that he wouldn't either if he was like them.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jul 16, 2010 23:56:09 GMT -5
Gravity beckoned him downward, returning Bain to the ground. He lay there, like an open carcass, awaiting the vultures that would swoop down and feast upon his innards. Slowly, a parched tongue swiped over his jowls, running dryly between the three sets of jaws before disappearing into the black cavity. He blinked, the only sound audible beyond his inconsistent heartbeat just barely reaching his attention. A sigh.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“You do not sound very pleased, unless I am mistaken. Understandable. The packs have outlived their title, if I may speak freely. The ideal pack contains the qualities of a family, I would think. As of late, packs have dissolved this family structure. They have become dysfunctional units, especially in the face of imminent danger.”[/glow]
He smirked a little, although the expression was hidden beneath his second face.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“Then again, this could be the ramblings of an old body that has seen too much.”[/glow]
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Post by featherswift on Jul 18, 2010 22:52:35 GMT -5
Featherswift's fur prickled at what he said for a brief moment. It slowly went back down and she turned to look at him, her eyes searching for his in that mask of horror. He had seen through her and not dismissed her as others had before her.
In a way he had a point for didn't a pack member actually question her loyalty and it seemed no one was there for her anymore. Sure they were a pack, but her best and first friend in Sheeran pack was no where to be seen. She was a traitor in their eyes, but Featherswift didn't see it that way. They hadn't even had a fair trial or anything.
She closed her eyes and imagined her birth pack. They would never had done that. They would have heard it out then given the appropriate response. If one was friend they didn't question loyalty and allowed the wolf to go see the degraded one.
Featherswift opened her eyes, full of emotions held back, and turned her total attention towards the male. He did have a point. Real packs were family not just groups of wolves who didn't trust anyone. "You do have a point," she breathed faintly.
"Reversing it would stop all the problems, but here we are. No stars are helping, no loved ones, nothing," She had voiced out her thoughts without meaning to, but it was too late to take it back she realized. In a way she felt dirty to agree with this wolf's view, but anyone could see everything was deteriorating in the packs. There was no family for any wolf unless they were born into the pack. Yes, there were friends, but hers weren't really there. All were just wolves she knew, but she'd risk her life for any of them any day no matter who they were or what they thought of her.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jul 20, 2010 0:47:39 GMT -5
At long last… reason.
Featherswift had accepted the lure, edging gradually onto the road of Bain’s design. His brow furrowed, the architect intrigued by her words, and a near smile seeping from the immobile shell that defined his features. Deranged though his wild eyes and blood ridden paws indicated, Bain was nearly at the point of admiration.
But she needs guidance.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“Precisely, my child, precisely. Unfortunately, this is the burden that we must bear, and it will never dissolve. It is an irreversible cancer of the mind. It has been the unavoidable destination since this “Golden Wolf’s” paws thoughts tainted the purity of this land, and will continue to repeat itself if we manage to survive long enough. Still… what the packs fail to realize is the opportunity that has risen from these circumstances. It is not quite a solution, but it is a change with the potential to flourish, given the correct amount of nurturing. But these packs… they fear change. Perhaps they won’t admit it, but it is in their nature. It is in all of us.”[/glow]
A long pause stilled the air.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“What do you think of the new Hellfirian residence?”[/glow]
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Post by featherswift on Jul 21, 2010 0:17:16 GMT -5
Featherswift looked at the male from her peripheral vision. His drawl just wouldn't stop and the way he had addressed her as a 'child' infuriated her just a bit. A strange wolf was actually degrading her in her face. She'd even saved her life for gold wolf's sake!
Gritting her teeth, she kept listening and figured out that he did kind of make sense. She was glad he wasn't putting himself above all the other wolves. Yes, all wolves didn't like change and that was a fact. The living fought it off with their entire beings and when change did come they mourned. Finally, he stopped to give a pause. Then a question was given to her.
Turning her gaze back to his now smiling face on the ground, she looked stunned. He had brought up the Hellfirians out of the blue, but they could tie with the topic sort of. They were change after all. Thinking about how to answer that, she was struck with who exactly those wolves were and what they had done to her. It was because of them that her life was twisted like this. They had changed the destiny of everyone and warped it to their will even if no one else saw this. It was a change, but not a good one that any of the packs should embrace. " I don't agree with it or them. They are tacky. The dead should stay dead."
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