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Post by duskdreamer on Aug 20, 2009 14:58:49 GMT -5
Her paws dragged sheepishly alone the fragile earth. The grass soft under her weary paws yet each step felt like razors dragging their way through her soft pads. Perhaps… had she been a wiser wolf she would have rested but thoughts of the days past crawled their way into her dreams, red, as red as the monstrous pelt she wore… dripping. She shivered at the thought and despite her hunger and weakness pulled her aching body into a run, like solid stone her paws collided with the earth sending jolts of pain up her legs and chest. She refused to slow, not for the hunger tearing through her stomach nor for the fear that slowly corrupted her mind and heart. Although perhaps it was too late, for even as she feared what she left behind she saw beauty in her sister’s work. Such beauty… the gentle breeze caressed her sweat-coated fur sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine. She wondered where she was… where she was going but weary from her travels she find her mind wander far from the topic. Her body screamed and burned pleading with its master but its master was far stronger then a young pups should be, such a young orphaned wolf with not even a name to call her own. Her physique was slender yet beneath her blood red pelt gentle muscle had formed a body more mature then her mind. An involuntary gasp escaped her jaws then in a flash of green and brown pain nay, agony seized her. Her body given in to its weakness crumpling to the cool earth like fallen prey, her wing snapping under her weight her cry echoed through the silent air. There she lay, her vision blurred, she whined gently for a short while, each breath like sandpaper in her lungs. She could still hear her sister’s voice, the awful lie she told. Everything gone in minutes… why did this happen to her, why her the bearer of the blood pelt, the wolf of four wings... Her stomach growled and her head hurt on the inside. Maybe she had broken it? She cringed at the shots of pain that overwhelmed her from all angles then again another ear splitting yelp before darkness consumed her…
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Post by Imaginatio on Aug 27, 2009 5:54:29 GMT -5
His wide eyes took everything before him as he whizzed through the dense forest that was now his home. His voice took on a light and joyful tone, humming along to himself, occasionally giggling whenever he saw a funny shaped rock or tree before he flitted off once more. His wings beat at an extreme rate, working furiously to keep his tiny body aloft in the air and in the same place.
Winds pushed him backwards a little as he strived to keep in the air, but it was a normal struggle for him and he paid it no mind. He smiled as he stopped for a moment, folding his tiny wings behind his back as he dropped to the floor agilely upon his dainty feet. The foot high wolf glanced about before walking onwards, his eyes scanning the area when he picked up something odd.
Xeno cocked his head, puzzlement entering his scent as he swished his tail a little, scampering forwards in urgency. His nose twitched a little, scenting a female in the area. Though, he also smelt blood, and he squeaked a little in alarm. He soon saw the puppy, the poor thing was collapsed onto the floor, her coat shining a deep crimson mingled with a tinge of black.
At that sight, he took flight, his wings snapping out quickly as he flew to the pup, his wings knowingly much quicker than his paws when speed was needed.
"Are you alright little miss?" He murmured, dipping lower a little so that he could nudge at the pup gently with his front paws.
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Post by * Merr on Aug 27, 2009 17:53:27 GMT -5
PANG.[/color][/size] The very largely built male wolf growled out in pain that shot through his thoughts. "What the hell was that?"[/color] The male creature stood up and shook his head. His right paw involuntarily scratched the scar over his right eye, and his earring bobbled against his ear. Those emerald hues scanned the forest, and everything was peaceful. His head still throbbed from the pain; and a headache was slowly rising. Growling a bit low to himself, he watched the sunlight stream through the trees, and hear the birds chirp happily. Like nothing was wrong. But he knew something was wrong. Silently, he sniffed the air, his muscles tense. Alright, so he looked a bit intimidating like this; scars dug into his muscles, making everything about him utterly scary. Though, he wasn't, but since he had a throbbing migraine, he did want to look horrifying. Just so nobody bothered him. A scent went through his muzzle, and his eyes peered up to the sky, seeing the little Xeno happily fly around. He stood tall and still, and noticed when something just went... wrong with him. What did go wrong? Tyrome watched him fly away, and then another scent hit him. Blood. The muscle-tone creature growled again, and his muscles sprang forward. First his right paw, then his left back, then his hind legs. The air blew against him as he raced towards the blood scent. Also, mixed with it, told him that whatever it was coming from was a female. That made him accelerate through the trees and over the fallen logs. Whatever that pain was... probably came from her. But why?[/color] His thoughts would be answered sooner or later, but right now, he had to get to this female that was injured. Once Xeno came in his sight, he slowed to a pad, and he walked towards him. His head dipped down towards him, and his emerald hues glinted slightly. Not out of happiness, let me assure you. Just out of sadness. The female was a pup, a mere pup. The brute then touched the pup lightly with his muzzle, and he was very cautious with doing so. "Little one..."[/color] His orbs scanned her. She had a very different crimson pelt with a tinge of black, quite like a female wolf he knew. [Cerberus.] His eyes shifted towards Xeno, and his voice was rather soft, but still firm. "Xeno, do you know what happened?"[/color] His head shifted down again, and he nudged the pup once more.[/size]
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Post by Imaginatio on Aug 31, 2009 15:04:11 GMT -5
The tiny baby blue wolf flitted about nervously, his miniature paws resting upon the pups muzzle every now and then to try and shake her awake, but the pup would not stir. He was beginning to get panicky, and when he got panicky, he spoke even faster than he normally did, making it even harder for him to be understood.
When Tyrome approached, Xeno was simply a fluffy bundle of quivering nerves, no idea what to do and afraid to leave the pup on her own in case she got any worse. He almost squealed in relief at the sight of that hulking frame moving towards them. His ears dipped, relaxing slightly, hoping that he at least would know a little more on what to do in these situations.
Xeno loved kids and he would have done everything in his power to protect any pup from danger, though unfortunately in that area of work - unless he was protecting the pups from thorns and stinging nettles - a wolf his size was practically useless when it came to defending things. And he hated feeling useless. For now, Xeno would settle for supplying as much indirect help as he possibly could.
He turned to Tyrome, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath so that he wouldn't babble.
"I was just flying about when I saw her collapse onto the floor. Her wing is broken. Do you think you can carry her back to the den? I'll make sure the way is clear"
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Post by duskdreamer on Sept 3, 2009 9:05:44 GMT -5
Her eyes flickered open, she had heard them aprouch but their voices where clouded by the throb in her head. She watched the two as they stared at her still form, strange wolves the two where. One was tiny, like the fairys her mum had told storys about and the other was like a normal sized version of the tiny one. Maybe she was actially asleep... but it was a painful sleep. She whined softly before turning her gaze from the wolf and fairy and staring blankly at the little plants that grew around her. She had never seen things like this before... She looked back up towards the larger wolf then in a harsh voice she whispered "hi there" she forced a smile onto her features but it was quickly wiped away as pain snapped through her body, yet again another much softer yelp escaped her. This was foolish... how could she have made such a mess of herself? She whined softly for sometime, unable to hear if the wolves where speaking and before long she foundherself staring at black once more. she forced her eyes open but everything was blurred this time. She moved her paws halplessly in attempt to move off her wing but this really was foolish and all it did was force a screaching howl from her already dry throat. Her body twitched and she found herself in an even more painful position than before. "can you... me help... ah..." she sighed, she was such and idiot.
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Post by Imaginatio on Sept 12, 2009 12:06:50 GMT -5
Xeno was flitting about rather rapidly, his breath coming in harsh little squeaks. He was getting extremely worried about the pup as she was not moving or breathing or anything. A frown creased his brow, and every now and then he glanced at Tyrome anxiously, waiting for his answer. Of course he had no doubt that Tyrome would say yes to carrying the injured pup, but it was always polite to ask before expecting people to do something.
A fly flew at him, and he gasped in surprise, pushing it away with a paw with some effort, it was about half the size of his paw, so it took a little effort, and resumed his frantic flitting about. In his anxiety, he could have been mistaken for a large dragonfly he was flying so fast.
Then, his sensitive little ears picked up a stray whine, and he whirled around, sighing in relief. So she was awake...but she must have been in much pain. Xeno watched helplessly as the pup tried and failed to get up and off her broken wing, wincing slightly as she fell back onto it, bringing with it another cry of pain. He flew to her, near to her, placing his tiny paws upon her muzzle, just above her nose.
"Calm down and stop moving little miss. You're very hurt and if you move any more it could make it worse k? We're gonna get help for you soon k?" He told her, making sure to speak slowly and clearly, having to remind himself every now and then that he was sometimes hard to understand due to the height of his pitch and tone of voice.
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