Post by Nynx on Aug 4, 2009 19:38:46 GMT -5
Nynx wanted her beta female rank back. She hated being the lowest of the low. Everyday, she was taunted, harassed and she was breaking down mentally. She didn't think that Lucid would give her position back, she gave up that right when she wasn't around the pack enough. A small river was in front of her, she stepped into the water, beads of cold, refreshing, water dripped from Nynx's green and black pelt. Pure bliss consumed Nynx. She swam deeper into the river, letting her whole body soak. During the summer, the bottom of the mountain was rather hot and extremely uncomfortable for Nynx.
How strange. The race of Cactus Wolves came from the boiling region of the desert. Nynx was part of the fourth generation, she thought, by now she would be used to the heat. She guessed that her body was liking the coldness. She touched the bottom of the river; sand and peat parted as she walked past.
Nynx lowered her muzzle to take a long drink of water, her throat felt like sandpaper. After she finished, she splashed out of the water. Nynx rolled on the sandy out cove to dry off, her fur was designed to keep as much liquid on her body as possible. The desert could easily burn flesh if I was not moist. This however, annoyed Nynx. She stood up, shaking her pelt. Sand flew everywhere. Nynx thought about Wynter, her first love. “I bet he's dead,' Nynx assumed, Wynter was last seen in winter.
Either he left or something happened to him. She didn't care anymore. Cold eyes reflected in the water from across the river. Nynx could tell the eyes belonged to a creature bigger than a wolf or fox. “You, show yourself!" the fae barked. Both wolf and creature didn't move. Without warning, the creature bounded across to Nynx. “Shit,” Nynx growled. The thing that was watching her seemed to be a rabid bear. She needed to get out and fast. “No, I can't have the bear follow me to the pack,” Nynx thought as she bolted from the sandy bank “I have to lead the bear somewhere,[/b]” She turned sharply, hoping to loose the bear. Saliva drooled from the bear's powerful jaws, a large gash on the right side dripped crimson blood. Nynx backed up, she couldn't take on a full grown rabid male bear. The bear stood on its hind legs, letting out a mighty roar. “This is scary,” Nynx thought.
Her eyes met the cold ones.
Nynx bounded down the face of the mountain, she caught her front leg on a risen tree root. Before she knew it, she was on the ground. Her front leg was mangled from the fall. Nynx stood back up and limped off as fast as she could. Silence. No birds or other forest animals made noises. Nynx's lungs burned from running. Her own blood oozed from several cuts from sticks and rocks. Twigs started to snap, when she turned around she saw the bear standing a good 10 feet away. She lowered herself to the ground, finally, her odd coloring did her well. She couldn't run to save her own life. Nynx threw herself on the ground once she was away from the rabid bear. Unless her leg healed soon, there would be no trip up to the mountain again. Nynx howled, she didn't care who heard her. She needed help or she would die here. Nynx thought of Raven's old saying.“Six feet under is six feet of separation from the ones you love. Don't ever forget that, son. Families are torn apart, faith is gone, tears are shed, but still, your six feet under. Nothing can change that fact. But, hold your loved one close and even in death, you can still be with them." Nynx didn't understand what she was saying at first. After she thought it over she decided it meant: Even when someone is dead, you cannot forget them, and when the time comes, you can join them. Nynx knew she was loosing it, she always talked oddly when she was alone. Did anyone care that their pack mate is injured? Nynx winced as she twisted her body over to her stomach. Nynx stood up slowly, she kept most of her weight on her left leg.
The right leg dangled without a purpose. She was careful to keep out of the way out of any animals larger than herself. It was day break by the time Nynx got to the middle of the mountain. Both right and left legs ached. Getting to the top area would take her to nightfall. Hell, it might take her to morning. Nynx kept going until her body was screaming at her. Evening came agonizing fast, Nynx didn't care. She found shelter under a dead tree. She curled into a ball the best she could without hurting herself. All that she could do was wait until the sun arose. Morning came, flowers drooped from the heavy dew. “I suppose I'll get to the pack by noon or so,” She stood up shaking the water off her paws. Nynx never saw how beautiful the mountain was before this. Clouds slid lazily across the sky, it was as if the world slowed down. Farther up the face long weeds flourished from the zephyr wind.
This part of was untouched by wolves. Nynx closed her eyes, she would go back to Lucid and ask if she could be beta female again. She did nothing wrong, she just didn't feel as if she was good enough for beta. Aelyen was exploding with more and more wolves showing up. Part of Nynx hated all of these new wolves then she wanted to see Aelyn grow even more. Seeing that the walk back up the mountain would take a while, Nynx paced herself on her good leg, while the broken leg swayed helplessly. Nynx jumped on to the boulder that was blocking her way, with a groan she kept walking.
Sun-high came slowly, Nynx had made it to the pack area. She sniffed the clean air. The only wolf she could smell was herself. “I guess the really didn't care,” [/b]Nynx sneered, she let her element go. A large stump was ripped from the ground, she motioned for the stump to fly down the face. Nynx felt weak after that action, hardly, did she ever use her element. Nynx enjoyed using her long teeth as a weapon. Her “gift” was merely a weapon she could use. The Sight was a powerful curse. Wolves cursed with this could control the mind of small animals and speak to birds. The eldest and first victim of The Sight, could foresee the future and past. This wolf was Nynx's own grandfather, Silvain. Silvain was a cruel brute. He often used his power to over control weaker wolves. Often, Nynx heard him saying, “I've tasted wolf blood, I enjoy the burning pleasure that consumes my throat. Ah, Nynx, have you not tasted wolves' blood? Taste the sheer pleasure and life bleeding out of your broken prey. We are wolves of Vah, the god of The Sight” Silvain quoted The Law of the Jungle, “Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can; But kill not for pleasure of killing, kill for yer sanity.” Nynx never forgot that “quote” Silvain told her. She knew that that he changed the Law for his own happiness. The true way was “Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can; But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!” Nynx never used The Sight to harm anyone or anything. What good came out of killing?
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