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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Jul 31, 2008 20:38:58 GMT -5
Synopsis Of Thread: Alphess Chevara meets her fate when a Bear attacks her, leaving her to die in newcomer Whiplash's paws. The brute then howls, claiming the Marshlands to be his own in memory to Chevara's death. Kerrigan, upon hearing this, becomes outraged and challenges Whiplash for the title of Alpha. A fight ensues, Kerrigan emerging the victor. Whiplash flees, reuniting with his mate, Flicker at the boundaries of the packlands. Kerrigan has time to mourn the passing of Chevara and buries her in the marshes. |
She had been padding through the underbrush, deep in thought and not paying much attention to where she was going... even her energies that she could feel upon her packlands were set aside while she thought. She was a horrible Alphess... never there for her pack... if you could call it that. She was a failure and deserved to die for it. These were her thoughts as she padded silently onward, still within her packlands, of course.
The summer had made the area really humid and muggy... a thing most wolves would find uncomfortable, but somehow, Chevara felt a comfort in it. Was it because this had been her first chance to prove her point as an Alphess? Was it because she considered this place home? She wasn't sure. All she knew was that something was going to happen and it almost put her at peace to know such a thing. Call it instinct, call it intuition... she didn't know what to call it... but she knew that a change was coming, be it for better or for worse.
She found a place that was decently dry upon a soft mound (all the dirt was soft here) and made herself comfortable, gazing out into the distance and obviously deep in thought. What was she to do? What could she do? Things may be going to change soon... she hoped for the better...
She thought of Kerrigan, her only loyal pack member. He had stood by her through everything, even though she was never there or around to even thank him for his service and his commitment to their puny pack. He hunted for her, he patrolled for her... he was truly dedicated to the pack. He deserved so much more than the way that Chevara treated him. Perhaps things would look up for him... perhaps she could actually be the Alphess she had always wanted to be.
It was then that it hit her... she would accept Kerrigans proposal... she would accept the idea that he would become Alpha and become her mate. She would expand the pack and have a family with him and make the Marshlands great! That was it!
She stood quickly, ready to run toward the camp to talk to Kerrigan and to tell him of her epiphany. She stood... tall and proud, tails held high, head erect. Her tails began to wag as she began to fill with excitement. Today was a turning point for the Marshlands pack!
Then she heard it.... the loud snap of a branch.. yes a branch behind her. She quickly turned her head to find a large grizzly bear staring directly into her milky silver eyes. A shot of shock and fear ran through her body. How could she have been so stupid to have not pay attention to the creatures of her lands and to notice the bear sneaking up behind her? Perhaps to even make her his next meal? This angered Chevara as she backed down the hill to get better footing. If she should flee, she would be proved a coward and the bear would be back to hunt the packlands another day... perhaps even kill off her potential pack.
No, she would not have it. She would fight this bear... defend her packlands and hope for the best. She knew that this battle might actually be one that she could very well lose, but if it was to protect her packlands, she was more than willing to make the sacrifice. She moved to flat grounds, prepared her stance... and waited.
The bear watched her ever so closely... eying her with his big, brown eyes. He fell back to all fours to move toward Chevara. A deep, rumbling growl erupted from his chest as his over-sized maw let lose a roar of battle. The big, burly beast had charged Chevara.
Chevara, quick to think, charged toward the bear and leaped high, knocking it to it's back and biting down hard upon its neck near where it's jugular would be. She fastened her jaw tight, holding on literally for dear life... all the while, trying to avoid the sharp claws and teeth that the angry bear was swinging at her.
She knew that this was the change she had been waiting for.
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Post by leovulpes on Aug 9, 2008 11:36:39 GMT -5
The roar of the bear caught the white audits of the male. As the ears flicked back and forth to catch the sound again, they pressed against horns sprouting from his head. His tail wound about, back and forth, brushing again the ground and bushes.
He tracked the ground, his nose trying to find who was here. He hadn't smelled many markings as he entered the terra and so assumed there were few wolves. Picking up the sounds instead of smell, he dashed into the direction.
Coming upon a fae, fighting with a brutal bear, his lips curled back into a snarl. His wings expanded in fury and just as he was about to pounce out and help the femmora, the sounds entered his head. The jingle of metal, the sweet laughter, the sound of the wind rushing. He cringed and swung his muzzle back and forth to rid his ghost of a mind from those haunting thoughts.
Go away!!![/color] His mind howled as he lifted his maw and let out a ringing sound, a howl of pain. He dashed out at this moment and pinned his horns to the bear, attempting to ease himself and help the fae.
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Aug 11, 2008 14:55:30 GMT -5
Chevara heard the howl of the other wolf, but paid it no heed. The bear had clamped down upon her shoulder and part of her neck and she yelped in pain.
When the wolf hit the bear, it sent a jerk through it that sent a jolt to it's mouth that was clamped hard upon Chevara, deepening the wound and doing even more damage. She could feel her warm blood staining her fur, though it would only make it merely sticky and not stained due to it's dark coloration.
Her limbs were getting weaker and she growled a deep, rumbling growl... something unnatural for a female wolf.
She knew that water wouldn't do much to hurt the bear... energy manipulation? She was a little too weakened and distracted for that. It wouldn't do her much good to meld with the shadow's.. the bear still had its jaw on her tight... and what about the weather? No... there was too much going on and she didn't want to cause any harm to the other wolf that had attacked.
All she knew was that she would try to injure the bear as much as she could. With a burst of strength and will, she bit hard on the bears jugular, piercing through the thick fur and hitting the massive artery dead on. A gush of warm blood filled her mouth and the bear let go of her, throwing her roughly from him and into a nearby tree. The tree, unable to bear the force of the throw, cracked and fell over.
Chevara growled, blood gurgling in her throat and foaming at the mouth. She has a bloody mess and couldn't stand very well on her front left paw. The tendons and muscles were torn completely away from the bone and a chunk of flesh was gone from the spot. Spurts of blood came from the wound as the exposed artery continued to pulse. Muscles and tendons lay ripped and motionless at the mouth of the nearly 4 inch wide wound and the bone was entirely visible.
She stood tall, like the Alphess she was, and growled her last, deep growl and howled a howl of finality and finishing. It rang throughout the terrain as she did this, so surely all packs could hear it. It rang out as so:
Die, foul creature. No longer will you live as I use the last of my life energy to take you out and rid you from the pack lands to harm no others again. With this dying howl, I sentence you to death! With this howl, I condemn myself to death. She coughed at the end of it as more blood curdled from her maw. She was coughing and choking up blood by the ounce and she knew that she would in no way survive this.
With the last of her energy, she readied herself and sprang, launching herself straight for the exposed throat of the bear. She bit down hard, crushing the airway and tearing the entire chunk from the bear. Gasping for breath and unable to retain blood flow to it's brain, the bear gurgled a growl and fell with a thud to the ground... motionless and dead.
Chevara watched it die, before in herself falling to the ground, more blood spilling from her maw and throat. her breaths were shaky and rattled, slowing and becoming a gasping sound as she tried to cling to life. She looked to the brute with what she hoped was a thankful glance, before gurgling out one final request. "Tell Kerrigan I'm sorry and that I wish I would have done more to show him... how I... felt about his pre...sence within my... pack. Tell him..... I'm sorry...." [/b] With that, she spoke her last words and exhaled her last breath. Her milky-silver eyes, pupil-less and without any iris, faded to a dull white-silver and finally closed. The former Alphess Chevara was dead. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There was silence. A presence slowly made known as a white femora appeared out of nothing from the shadows. Her golden wings folded gently to her side and her gold-dipped tail was graceful as the purest dove. Halos circled her paws and one sat gently above her head as she looked to the brute and padded to the fallen Alphess.
"Chevara, your life was short-lived, but I am here. Rise again, sister and let me guide you to Paradise." The white Angel Wolf said to the fallen corpse of Chevara. Shortly afterward, a transparent replica of the former Alphess Chevara rose from the body, bewildered, yet confident in her demise. She nodded to Angel and looked to the heavens. Her form slowly faded and all that was left was the corpse and the Angel-Wolf.
"Thank you, Whiplash, for trying to help Chevara. Your efforts, though in vain, were appreciated and will not be forgotten. Rest easy, now, for your life shall continue, even after the loss of this femora's life. It was not in your fate to aide her, for it was her time and her choice to die defending her pack as well as the packlands she had come to love. May Mayonaka guide you and Kuragari protect you as you move on in your journey through life." Angel nodded before turning away to fade into the shadows once more... and she was gone.[/blockquote]
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Post by leovulpes on Aug 12, 2008 11:43:32 GMT -5
He hung his head low with pain. Though he did not know this Alphess or of her pack, he had seen how bravely she had fought with the bear. And with her death, he let out a low howl to signify his sorrow and chase away the haunting spirits that lurked within his mind.
He found his way to the den where the Alphess once laid and sat down with pride in his veins. He lifted his maw and shouted to the sky, "I have seen the Alphess of this pack die in a tragic way. As my debt for not being able to aid her in her fight, I take these lands upon my back. I Whiplash, claim these lands. And to the wolf named Kerrigan, a message from the dead Alphess. She's sorry and I now recruit you to the beta, and may my decision be right!"
The howl whistled in the breeze and Whiplash's wings outstretched. He would never forget the Alphess who had died in his gaze, as he would never forget the other's who had as well.
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Post by kerrigan on Aug 13, 2008 20:40:32 GMT -5
[/b] at the idea, Kerrigan sneered and spat on the ground. "I have been here too long and tried to hard to let some random prick take it away! I'll deal with you after I say goodbye to my Alphess." He turned away from the other, showing he held no fear of a attack to his back and walked to Chevara's body. He took in the bear and then lowered his nose to the cold, lifeless husk of the wolfess. "Ye died well. And I forgive ye," he said softly, a murmur of sound. It didn't mean anything. She was dead, gone. The words were for him more than for the dead. She didn't need his words. She, he knew, was already taken by on of Lupercus's angels. He turned, his ears flattening and his eyes narrowing once again. "Get out. I am alpha here."[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by leovulpes on Aug 14, 2008 0:49:10 GMT -5
Whiplash stared impassively as the male charged out and listened to the outburst of rage that seemed to stream from the male. His Alphess... had that alphess had a mate? Was he it? If so, where was he when she was dying? The snarl that ripped through his throat was not only toward this wolf, whom he assumed Kerrigan, but toward his own mind. His tail curled and uncurled in fury. Though he kept a calm facade, his blood boiled as he could hear the wolf apologizing.
Was he a fool, did Kerrigan not know she was dead and could not hear his words, or did he just like hearing himself talk? The spikes down his back shifted with a twitch of his muscles. His ears flickered back as his eyes calculated this brute that claimed he was the alpha. The thought of abandonment ripped through his mind, laughing as his so called 'morals' that had tortured his past.
"Your lands? You, an alpha?"[/color] Whiplash scoffed, throwing his head to the side but keeping his eyes steady on the black varg. "I do not recall you there to save her, or at least to attempt to. You have merely seen her dead, empty carcass that has had its last breath long ago. I watched her die, as I have with many wolves. I call your dreams, and that's what they are, dreams, a damned pups game."[/color] He snarled, his wings twitching with the adrenaline that started coursing through his veins. It was as if nothing else at this moment mattered except stopping this foolish pup and his games.
He rose on his haunches to the larger wolf. His tail coiled and uncoiled, a habit since birth. His mind raced through the death he had seen. If this pup backed down, he would not kill him, but simply demote from his offered position, or banish. He dug one claw into the ground, and growled deep.
"And a question for you. If you claim to have been in these pack lands for so long, how come you were never alpha before? It seems to be just you and that fae, so why not overthrow her? But if you were courting her, she would have accepted before now, but alas, you are not at the loss of a mate. She obviously thought you not of alpha material."[/color] Whiplash sneered. His eyes glared deep into Kerrigan's and gave a silent challenge. Fight.[/color]
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Post by kerrigan on Aug 14, 2008 18:07:02 GMT -5
[/b] he hissed back, eyes flashing challenge. Dreams? Kerrigan gave a sharp bark of laughter but it held no humor in it. A pup’s game. "And ye 'take on' the burden of a packland for some false feeling of guilt because ye couldna save her? Pride! Ye doona deserve to serve the lands if it will be but a burden on ye!" he snarled back. He stepped forward, muscles rippling under his pelt. He was a monster of a wolf. He needed no horns to weigh him down. His curved, lime claws gleamed and dug into the soil as he stalked forward. Kerrigan gave a low growl that rippled with rage. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and fueled his muscles and strength. He had fought to many battles against more powerful bastards with more on there heads. This fool would die as many had. Fallen beneath his claws and fangs to lie in the blood. No mercy. Kerrigan didn’t do mercy. He reared up, haunches clenched and shoulders out in a tell tale physically sign of a fight. The other spoke again. More talking. Was he afraid to face him and thus kept on the nattering like a chit at a party? Like an old crone bereft of any company for days on end and thus felt the need to talk and talk and talk? Or it was the fact that this Whiplash had decided to try and talk him to death. What a laugh. The words meant nothing to Kerrigan and he tossed back his head, his spiked ruff fluffed even more. He let out a laugh. “Ha! As if that matters any more. She is lying dead. I have guarded these lands for months; keeping it away from loners and scavengers that would leave this land nothing but a barren field of death. Ye didn’t do anything to deserve them, only stand guard while Chevara died!” he barked, fangs snapping together. He met the others eyes with his own challenge. He gave a malicious grin. He would enjoy this. He had gone too long without a decent fight. He laughed his tail and his markings rippled with the fight. He paced forward, muscles gliding. “Stop talking, mutt. It will do ye no good,” he rumbled, eyes flashing with a strange mix of anger, hate, and bloodlust. Yeah. Kerrigan was in the zone. He didn’t use any show of strength. The field was quiet. The animals were smart enough to know it was dangerous now. [/ul][/size][/blockquote][/color]
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Post by leovulpes on Aug 22, 2008 0:51:13 GMT -5
Whiplash got up and stalked a circle around the clearly larger wolf. He slunk around, his tail following in his very trail. As he stopped in front of Kerrigan, he backed away from the deadly lime jaws just a bit. He shifted to his haunches and curled back his lips, showing his jaws in a snarl.
He could feel the spikes ripple along his back as the lust of blood spilling in front of him settled within his veins. He was relieved in the fact that this would not be another female's blood he spilled or watched spill. He would take great pleasure in a fight he could sink his claws into.
His white tail snapped through the air, and he tilted his head so his horns were facing toward Kerrigan. He flexed his claws and let his wings expand so the spikes were also pointing toward the brute. "Regardless of your standing, this land is nothing but a mere loner's prey. Now bare your strength, pup, and fight."[/b]
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Post by kerrigan on Aug 24, 2008 20:41:33 GMT -5
[/color] "Regardless of your standing, this land is nothing but a mere loner's prey. Now bare your strength, pup, and fight."Kerrigan snorted, the fur around his neck pricking up, the already spiky hair almost like a lions mane. His curved claws dug in and he smiled slightly. "Stop yer jawing. Bring it on, old man," he barked back. He was no more pup than Whiplash was elder. His long tail brushed the ground and Kerrigan slid to the right, circling slightly. He paused, nose pointing toward the horned wolf like an accusing finger. "Scared?" he prodded, a dark, spine tingling chuckle spilling from him maw. Kerrigan knew this impostor would fight him, but there was no doubt in his mind.
He would win.[/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by leovulpes on Sept 4, 2008 20:50:50 GMT -5
Speed was on her side. Her paws hit the ground if only for half a second. Something was happening, and deep in her gut, she knew. Coming upon the scene, she halted, a sweet jingle filling the air. Her eyes going wide... no...
"Scared?"
Whiplash growled and strode closer. His eyes calculated the movements of the other brute, and he knew this would be one hell of a fight. "Barely." [/b] He scoffed, and stuck his claws in the ground.
One last fleeting glance at his opponent and he sprung. His jaws open wide as he aimed for the varg's haunches. Cripple him!!![/color] His mind screamed at him. For a second in mid-air, he swore he heard the familiar jingle, but he knew his mind tormented him with such things.
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Post by kerrigan on Sept 7, 2008 16:38:27 GMT -5
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Post by leovulpes on Sept 24, 2008 17:48:55 GMT -5
His aching limbs braced himself to land on the ground, but a misstep took his entire body to the ground instead. His tail lashed out and tried to get one of the wolf's ankles, but knew it was futile, he was tired from everything: his own mind, the traveling, the bear, and now this. Doing all this without rest was finally taking its toll on him. He didn't care anymore, just didn't care about his life.
His own mate was gone, her sound haunted his mind. Everything was against him in his life. If he could find a beacon that didn't attempt to drive him further into his grave, maybe, just maybe he would choose to live. But nothing will ever come, will it? His mind gave him. No reason, none at all.
He laid his head in the dirt and hoped for a swift kill, something to end his life.
No, this couldn't be happening, not after just finding him. She lifted her white and black maw and released an earth shattering howl as she saw her mate fall. Was it all too late? Did she leave too late to save him?
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Post by kerrigan on Sept 28, 2008 17:52:40 GMT -5
[/b] he growled, tail straight out in a very dominant pose. He may have won, but it was a very bad fight. He hadn't even fought. It was more of a forfeit win than anything. He shook his head and licked his muzzle as if the idea gave him a bad taste. He looked to where the cry had rung out and gave a low, short, answering howl, eyes curious.[/ul][/size][/blockquote][/color]
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Post by leovulpes on Oct 11, 2008 12:46:06 GMT -5
Her wings flexed instinctively, ready to take off at the first sense of hostility. Her audits flicked forward as she strode out from her hiding place. She walked over to Whiplash and nuzzled at his back, urging the varg to get up. Her eyes were not taken off Kerrigan for a second. The black metal bangles around her paws chimed with her every movement.
Whiplash had been waiting for the kill, but it seemed that the howl had stopped the other brute from killing him. But it had also momentarily stopped his heart. If it were possible for a mind to destroy itself, he wouldn't believe the sound.
His mate's howl.
When a wet nose touched his back, he twisted his head to glance behind himself. "Flicker?" His eyes were impossibly wide as he could see and hear the tell-tale bangles of his mate. A sudden burst of energy had him up on his feet and greeting his mate happily. But noting the way that she did not move her eyes, he remembered that Kerrigan was still there.
He too placed his eyes towards the new alpha and shoved Flicker over a bit with his shoulder. "Come on, we need to go." He whispered, and followed when she bounded off, this time he wouldn't lose her.
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Post by kerrigan on Oct 18, 2008 16:00:19 GMT -5
[/i]. He growled and whipped around, bounding back to where Chevara and the bear still laid. He slowed down and walked close to the Alphess. He'd miss her. She hadn't shown him any attention, or thanked him for his service, but he couldn't blame her. It was her personality, and that was that. But he'd still miss her. His lime green tongue slid over his black maw and he leaned down, grasping the stiffening flesh of the fallen wolf in his muzzle and tugging the deceased Alphess onto his broad back. Away from the mud. He couldn't bury her here. His lime, cat slit orbs looked at the bear. He'd leave it and feast on it latter. No point letting that much meat go to waste. He sighed and started the walk back to camp. He didn't know if the land had a burial ground, but the camp was the only dry ground he knew of. And anyways, he mused, it was big enough to bury the Alphess there. She deserved it. He looked at the sky, blinking lightly before continuing at the steady, easy pace. He spotted the camp before his large paws had stopped sinking into the wet, boggy soil. With a calculated leap, he settled onto the slope of dry land and tugged his way up onto the flat land. He huffed lightly and padded through the empty dens. The silence made him shiver, but he was used to being alone. He had been for a very long time. But the empty black abyss that marked the stone dens had his fur prickling. Yeah. He'd gotten used to company. His ears lowered slightly as he crouched and let the body hit the ground with a hollow thump. He sighed sadly and braced his legs, starting the long process of digging. His call could wait. He had a friend to bury. By the time Chevara was covered, stars winked and the moon was almost all the way across the sky. He was breathing hard and he sat down to catch his breath. He looked back at the sky. Death. He'd never really had to deal with it. Sure, he killed wolves, but he'd never had to deal with the aftermath. No one he'd known had ever died, or left him with the job of taking care of the deceased. He closed his eyes a second and then rose to his paws and moved to the tallest den. With he ripple of muscle he leaped onto the boulders. He looked at the lands. Finally his, even if they had a price. Leaning his head back and pointing his nose to the sky, a low, rumbling howl trickled from his throat to echoed across the lands. It was slightly haunted, slightly possessive. A mix. The call for the dead, and a claim of the lands rolled in one, even though no words vibrated through it. It died slowly and Kerrigan lay down on his stomach, lime eyes tracing the horizon. His lands, but he needed members. He lay his massive head on his lime front limbs. He'd get them. He ruled now and he'd welcome wolves. He closed his eyes, the silence made of no wolfsound beating his large audits.[/ul][/size][/blockquote][/color]
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