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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Sept 21, 2010 20:17:56 GMT -5
She looked at him with bilwildered eyes, mouth slightly agape with the plain shock of what Hellfire had just told her. She slowly nodded her head, and searched for words to say. For the words to tell him. She just gazed at Regulus for a few moments, and then finally forced words out. "I...He...Uhm...I'm not sure if you would believe me...if I told you..."[/i] she muttered softly, looking hard at the terra that they both stood upon. She wasn't sure what she could trust Regulus with. I mean, do you blame her?
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 22, 2010 6:33:36 GMT -5
Regulus raised a brow at her unsettled words. For a moment, the brute considered backing away from her and not inquiring further -- after all, what was his business here? Well, he had been charged as a guard of sorts for having captured her. Captives shouldn't have their own business, should they? Maybe they'd been plotting something devious. Or, at least, that's how he would justify staying to hear more.
"I've been to hell and back, Burn, and I've seen some pretty bizarre things.I might be more....opne-minded than you'd think. And besides," he smirked shamelessly and shrugged his shoulders, "I can keep a secret."
Well, I know something happened. Maybe they're in love with each other and want me to facilitate a marriage. Ha.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Sept 22, 2010 22:12:03 GMT -5
She narrowed her gaze slightly as if she could see exactly what he was thinking. Arching an eyebrow, she looked away, and said "The way I see it, my business is none of yours. Even if I am your captive,"[/i] She sighed gently, and turned her crown once more to look at him. Her orbs were still dancing with surprise, but right behind that emotion was anguish, and disbelief. That wolf could not be related to her! He couldn't...could he? Well, I could tell him. But then, that would mean I'm giving in...but maybe you can do something about the sick bastard.
He looked Regulus square in the eye, and said "It turns out...he's my long lost brother."[/i] The words flowed awkwardly off of her tongue, as if she had a bunch of honey in her mouth, and it was sticking to the roof of her mouth.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 23, 2010 6:38:52 GMT -5
Regulus rolled his eyes at her miniature declaration of independence and waited for her to say something that mattered. Sure, go on thinking you can have your own business if you want, but the only rights a captive has are the ones decided on by the wolf who does the capturing. And even then, they can be gone in the blink of an eye.
But then, the real bombshell came.
Inwardly, his mind was reeling. What did this mean for BurnNote? She certainly wasn't a real Destinian, then, but she'd lived there long enough to at least consider herself one. And what was Hellfire's problem, anyway? Nobody likes an older sibling bully. Of course, maybe there was some sort of rivalry here. Wasn't BurnNote supposed to be upgraded to beta or whatever? He probably got jealous or something. He had some sincere doubts -- he could be just messing with her for kicks -- but there were also vast amounts of possibilities to consider with this new information.
But outwardly, the smug smirk grew wider and he chuckled softly. "So cute -- an impromptu family reuninion!"
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Sept 23, 2010 16:30:49 GMT -5
She fixed an icy glare on him, but didn't respond. Why should she? She would only be fueling the fire that didn't need to be fueled. She wasn't going to play this stupid, and pointless game with him. She just sighed, and looked pass him, and into the sky at the moon. Hellfire had caused so much pain, and misery. He had done so much to her...and now he was back. More still, Blood Mist was in her blood then...that wasn't a good thing.
--still no muse....
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 23, 2010 18:03:10 GMT -5
( Hmm. Hopefully it'll work itself out? I'll try and give you a longer post to work with ^^ )
Regulus tilted his head at BurnNote, studying her with a curious expression. She seemed greatly fazed by the news of Hellfire being her offspring. It wasn't precisely guessable, per se, but Regulus wondered if there was something more behind that look of daunted horror on her face. He shrugged his shoulders ruefully and laughed softly. "Is it really such a surprise you have a bit of fire in you? Brother or not, you've got to admit you've got a bit of a flame inside -- it had to come from somewhere. And, with all due respect, the Destinians aren't typically the fiery type if you know what I mean."
He looked quickly away, no longer certain why he was here, speaking with her -- a captive. Not only was she a captive, but he'd fought with her for a bitterly long time. His body still ached from the battering he'd taken, and his wounds still smarted as he thought of her fangs tearing across her skin. He didn't fear her, certainly, but that brought him back to his original question: why in the world was he consorting with the enemy? That's what she was -- his enemy. Whether she stayed in Blood Mist until death or executed a lucky escape, she would always be his enemy; it's all she had ever been from the beginning. He knew all of this, and yet, he was here making some sad attempt at comforting her.
He didn't know why, but, as with most things, Regulus didn't really care.
For a moment, he shuffled his paws anxiously as the uncomfortable thougths pooled in his brain. But the only thing that really stuck with him was the fact that it really was a sad attempt at comfort. Time for a different approach, then, I suppose....
"You know, Burn," he woofed in a dry, nostalgic voice, "I am completely of Sheeran descent. I don't have a drop of Blood Mist in my veins." He slowly looked up at her again. This time, his smirk was gone, and there was a strange solemnity in the way he held himself. "As you can see, it has had no effect on my character whatsoever."
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Sept 23, 2010 22:24:45 GMT -5
She looked toward him, but controlling the snarl in her voice was difficult to do. "I am nothing, like him, Regulus. Nothing at all. We don't even look alike. Yes, I may have some fire in me, but I'm not a cold-hearted killer like he is. I don't suppose you won't be jumping to his defense, so go ahead. I know what I saw though, and I know what he did to my family...you don't."[/i] It was remarkable how she managed to keep her voice placid, and emotionless. It was something you just had to do sometimes, I guess. Especially when your conversing with the enemy. She told herself, and looked away once again. She didn't know what to do now, and it bugged her, terribly because she wished she could figure everything out. Just because she didn't necessarily fit in the pack she was in didn't mean she would turn her back against them. So, with a lusty sigh, she turned her head to him once again, and asked:
"What are you trying to do? What do you want to know?"[/i] She whispered softly, yet each word fell apon his audits like heavy weights.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 24, 2010 6:53:00 GMT -5
As he watched her, he could almost imagine her fangs were at his neck once more. Her words were stabbing, and he felt wounded as she made her demands for answers. His expression remained nonchalant, as always; he hemmed his emotions in expertly. She couldn't be allowed to see what was going on inside of him...especially not now. But when he spoke, he couldn't erase the sincerity of his words. "I don't know what I'm doing here, BurnNote. I'm not trying to do anything. There's no knowledge that you have that I'd want or don't already have myself."
Why am I still here?
He had the strange urge to tell her his life story -- a story that would bore her, no doubt. He was the only one who knew the whole thing, from birth til death til reincarnation and then some. But BurnNote was playing it right; she was playing him like an enemy, like he should be playing her.
He sighed heavily, knowing his captive wouldn't believe he was really there for nothing. He rolled his eyes dramatically and whispered, "So is that alpha of yours really popping out babies?"
If she's going to force the stereotype on me, I might as well make it fit.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Sept 24, 2010 22:28:43 GMT -5
With a sigh she tried to figure out if she had made a huge mistake with her judgement on why he was here. With a dramatic sigh, she looked down at her danity paws, and allowed a slight whimper to slither from in-between her velveteen maw. Her triangular audits were pulled back tightly against her skull as she realized she had misjudged him, yet it was already too late. She muttered something under her breath for a few moments, and then said "I wouldn't know...She wasn't pregnant when I was last there, or so I knew of. It's been a few months, has it not?"[/i] She muttered, the first sign of no hostility. It was big step, really, if you didn't know who she really was.
The dragga's words were piercing her soul though. You don't exactly belong with the Detestian pack. In case you haven't noticed, you are very different from them. They were haunting her now. Yet, if she didn't belong with them, this question arose:
Where did she belong if not with them?
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 26, 2010 13:50:54 GMT -5
Sharply, he glanced up at her, a slight worry in his expression. "It's been a month and a half, maybe, BurnNote." He didn't mean to scold her, but it sure sounded that way. She can't be forgetting herself already. That can't lead to good places. The questions came fluttering after this again, but Regulus battered them away; they all had the same, redudant answer, anyway; he didn't know why he was here, comforting his own captive. He did know that he was probably not going to stop doing so. Whatever was driving him to be here, speaking with her, was sovereign for the time being.
"How much do you know about Assyria?" He woofed suddenly. His voice was darkly thoughtful, with an undercurrent of danger in it. If what she says is true, and there are pups, the Destinian pack will be facing a whole new kind of war.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Sept 26, 2010 15:20:52 GMT -5
She arched an eyebrow, and shook her head. "Only a month and a half...? Wow...I must have hit--Who the hell is Assyria?" She asked suddenly, cutting her sentence in half. With a troubled look she looked to him, tilting her head out of here. Her heart was thrumming in her chest, and the need to run was getting stronger and stronger. I need out of here...I need to get back to my pack. They don't know wht kind of danger they are in. I must... Her mind was whirling with thoughts and ideas on how she would get out, but each plot she came up with crashed to the ground along with her hopes. Now that she thought about it, Fireflight was acting strange enough, but she hadn't payed attention to whether she was with child or not. She wretched the courage up to look him in the eye, and say:
"Why do you ask?"[/i]
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 26, 2010 17:14:09 GMT -5
It makes better sense now, Regulus thought, deep creases of worry in his forehead, that Fireflight had someone else lead the battle in her stead. "Assyria," he said in a low whisper, "is the wolf who throttled you a short time ago. She wanted to know if Fireflight was pregnant, I believe." But for what, exactly? Reasons raced through his mind, but as he shot each one down, they grew increasingly far-fetched. He was sure, in life and in death, he'd never seen Assyria so completely engraged. The girl'd looked like she was insane -- more insane than even Phobia, who was the very literal definition of the word. What in hell's name could make her so angry? "It has to have something to do with family...she wouldn't be at such an extreme if it didn't have something to do with her family." He barely even realized he was speaking out loud, but indeed he was. Babylonia's one redeeming feature is her intense, ferocious protection of her bloodline. What if Assyria is much the same?
"Do you know who Fireflight's mate is?"
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Sept 26, 2010 17:37:19 GMT -5
Her eyes suddenly lit up, and the reality of what could happen came crashing over her like a wave. A slight cry escaped her maw, yet for the life of her she couldn't think of a name. "She's going to kill them."[/i] It wasn't a question, it was a statement. BurnNote without a doubt in her mind knew that if she didn't get back there to warn them, they were going to die a bloody death. The only thing standing in front of her that was stopping her right now was Regulus.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 26, 2010 17:46:11 GMT -5
Regulus could not surpress the resulting wince that materilized on his features. BurnNote's conclusion was more than likely. It was probably the truth. But he couldn't prove his theory unless he knew for a fact who the Destinian alpha had mated with.
"A long time ago, two sons of Babylonia left Blood Mist to take santuary in what was then Grey Mist, and what is now the Destinian Pack...Assyria's brothers. If one of them has had children with Firelfight, a Destinian, it is a disgrace to the eyes of the family. They'll murder the parents and take the pups." He said this in a dry, emotionless tone, as if he were merely observing the weather.
Well, it is a lot like mother nature. When she gets pissed off, there's really nothing the hell to do about it but hide and hope it'll be over fast. Those kids are doomed.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Sept 26, 2010 17:57:16 GMT -5
Euphrates.
The name jumped into her mind suddenly; as if it had been there at all times. The name was blurted out at the same time it entered her mind. "Euphrates!" She muttered, her crown lowering as she fought the urge to push pass him and ran like hell until she was safe within the borders of her pack; yet a little voice in the back of her mind told her otherwise:
You are safe no where.
Was it just fear talking? Or was it reason? Something that should be heard, and listened to? Was it both? Her mind was still whirling around this one conclusion:
Get out,
Get to Fireflight,
and Warn them.
Get out,
Get to Fireflight,
and Warn them.
She looked to Regulus once more, and looked down at the sod. Her columns were trembling with the need to run. To get the hell out of here because she was indeed, going crazy.
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