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Post by xwhispersx on Sept 26, 2009 0:43:52 GMT -5
Silence
A figure, so small in comparison to the giant trees swaying beside her, walked lonely towards an unseen goal. Eyes like springs green watching endlessly from under weary lids as she moved onward. The mud beneath her bleeding paws oozed uncomfortably between her chipped claws and toes. The wolf, or rather pup, was not healthy in mind nor appearances and even the bugs choking the moist air seemed weary of her presence.
She raised her weak shaggy head high with a grin that ought not to be set upon her features. “Nearby you say? Not far away?” her voice to old for her body held a maliciousness few wolves could speak with such ease, Her green eyes now wide revealing the specked white patching her vision to the right. “yes I can smell them ma cherie’ perhaps they shall except one more old soul?” it was not spoken as a question, just a whisper to the skies dimmed by the fog enveloping her.
Deep in conversation with her own mind her gaze travelled downwards, the ground slipped uneasily as she neared the murky waters edge. She gazed excitedly at her disformed reflection, “I almost look aged upon the surface we?” she smirked yet again moving her head to the skies. Her fur sleeked still to her body lay dormant in the thick wind musked with foul odours, her tail hanging limply still bleeding uncontrollably. She lowered her rear gently to the ground then with an uncomfortable squelch as she was almost sucked into the mud fell still, listening. Her mangled ear pricked as high as possible despite its injuries.
“Well” she murmured gazing from side to side “perhaps I should make my presence know to zee ignorant masses non?” with that said her weary head lifted high, her eyes clamped shut and a slow howl echoing from deep within her chest. Her howl was not one of a child although as it grew louder it wavered signalling inexperience. She reopened her eyes and fell silent, lowering her weary body half into the brown water and resting her maw on her knees. “Lets hope they are quick” she sighed blinking away mosquitos.
The fog swirled around her as though drawn to her very being, her sides gashed deeply oozing thick red liquid and staining her once beautiful fur. The pup stayed in wait like a restless immortal although deep beneath her aged eyes lay an inner desire, something that did suit her childish body. A wish to be what she was. I wish of freedom.
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Post by mira on Sept 27, 2009 0:28:55 GMT -5
It was a very off day for the pack lands. It was darker. Scarier, actually. Like there had been blood shed in area. She could smell smoke off in the distance with her black nose, but thought nothing of it. Kerrigan nor Zephora had said anything to her about it, so as a lady, she kept her white maw clamped shut. That was Isabeau for ya though. She was the french beauty of the pack, with her brilliant sparkling white fur and vibrant plum colored eyes. She managed to keep her appearance up even with the mucky ground and surrownding areas.
Gliding her way through the land, her delicate paws made slurping sounds as she neared the more watered down area of the place. Her soft plum handkerchief that was tied around her neck, blew around a bit as a soft breeze brushed by her. Isabeau immediately picked up the scent of blood. But it wasn't a prey's blood... this was wolf blood. Isabeau darted in the direction the scent had come from, her slender body becoming even sleeker as she quickened her pace. Her plum orbs narrowed as the scent increased. This was bad, very bad.
Isabeau came to a quick hault as soon as her eyes registered what she was saying. A very young pup was laying down... and she looked terrible! The poor thing! Beau ran forward quickly before slowlying down and clearing her throat softly, not wanting to scare the poor pup. Her soft, french accented, musical, vocals danced from her maw toward the girl, "My enfant*, s'il vous plaît**, let me help you." She closed the distance between the two of them. She had completely forgotten how much her fur had hated the fog, seeing as he mind was on other things. She needed to get this pup to help. Kerrigan or Zephora would know immediately what to do. Maybe they even had a healer amoung the pack that she didn't know about.
Lowering herself to the ground, Isabeau looked over the wounds that the pup had recieved. She frowned, her face full of sorrow. How could this happen to a pup. She looked so young, and yet seemed so old at the same time. Her eyes showed her things that Beau didn't even think she could live through. This pup had endured too much in her young life. "Who did this to you, enfant?" Her voice was full of comfort and sadness as she continued to look over her. "May I aquire your name, and then take you to the alphas? I'm Isabeau, by the way." She wasn't so sure if her voice was comforting to the pup or not... but she continued to mumble soothing things to her anyway.
*child **please
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Post by xwhispersx on Sept 27, 2009 7:23:28 GMT -5
The pup listen quietly, the wolf was French, such a sweet and serene language that rolled from her tongue like the blood from the pups opened wounds. As pure as her adopted mothers natural tongue, nay, her mentor. Mother was not a word to be spoken lightly and shay was no mother in any terms. She was a friend true. She closed her eyes momentarily before raising her trembling form from the earth. Her body was weak that was true but her mind was strong enough to hold her, the wolf pup opened her eyes and stared calmly towards the Fae, so beautiful… she suited well to her lineage.
“please” the pup spoke softly, her voice deep with hatred and love… “Do not worry yourself dear lady, these wounds are from none such as you” the pup smiled wearily, not the smile of a child… “they are… I assure you… self inflicted”. The smile faded away, the voices where singing frantically within her mind, singing songs of the past and memories flooded the pups head. Wolves whom had walked these very lands where desperate to make their souls known among the masses and now they chanted eagerly for a chance to share their knowledge.
“it is lovely to meet you ma cherie’ my name is Silence” she grinned but the enthusiasm did not come close to her eyes, they remained deep set and depressed. “do not worry yourself with mistrust at my advanced vocabulary, I am in both body and soul a pup” she added this in bold words, she did not wish trouble nor distrust to come paw in paw with her appearance in the pack lands. Kerrigan… the voices sung this name most, their voices filled with trust at its very existence. “Your alpha… this is Kerrigan non? Please… may a meet him or…” she hesitated waiting for the whispers to inform her of the Alphess. “Zephora… that is her name” she glanced away from the wolfs plum colored eyes.
“i… do not wish to scare you… please excuse my speech” Silence lowered her head, the voices fell silent listening to the sorrow and pain within such a meek pups heart… even the dead couldn’t bare such trauma…
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