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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Apr 30, 2008 19:08:30 GMT -5
A cold wind blew silently…following her… Her frigid paws dug into the ground frantically with every step, running from nothing and everything all at once…she just wanted to get away… But she could not, she couldn’t escape it then, and she wouldn’t escape it now…but she still would run… She ran ‘till her limbs grew wearer, and her lungs screamed for relief, but she didn’t stop, she would keep running, running from everything…but escaping nothing…
A thin shadow shot like lightning across the land, moving soundlessly over rocks and the still grasses. High above, the owner of the dark form soared high, his unmatchable eyesight searching ever dark shadow or small lump for his companion. Testament screeched long and loud, his call echoeing in the distance and coming back to him, but that was all he heard. His golden eyes scanned the ground from his height, finding every small detail that one on the ground might even miss. A small field mouse scurried frantically for cover in the flat land, but did not seek for food. The large red-tailed hawk flew swiftly with the cold wind, searching desperately for any sign of her…
…Alika dug her worn paws into the soft ground, clinging to the earth as if she might be pulled from it any moment. Her chest heaved heavily and nosily, her soft gray limbs shook from fatigue and exhaustion. She had ran, she had ran from everything in a desperate attempt to escape the nothing that was her life. Her metallic blue eyes shut tight, her face drawn in silent pain. Those dreams…why did they still plague her, why could she not outrun their deathly grasp? She shivered for no visible reason, her eyes shaking open violently. Her steadfast form fell to the ground as her limbs finally gave way from all the strain, a small cloud of dull dust cast momentarily into the air. Her form heaved, shaking with silent, suppressed sobs. How dearly she wanted to cry…Alika would give an ear and half her tail just to shed tears at this very moment…but no tears came…she could cry to herself no longer…no tears left to wash away…
…A familiar gray figure caught the red hawk’s eyes. Alika. She was far in the distance, but the swift raptor was speaking range within mere seconds. He circled above her curled up form, following the odd patter of large rocks that surrounded her. Testament called down to her with a longing screech, his scanning vision never leaving her small form. But she did not answer. The red hawk brought his body swiftly down in a near-vertical dive and perched upon the tallest of the rocks that formed an unnatural circle around the lone female. Her back was to him and she didn’t respond, Testament wasn’t even sure if she even knew he was there. He could her ragged breath, and he saw the sorrowful shaking of her silver form. “My poor child…” the red guardian whispered softly, his kind voice fading in the breeze. [/blockquote]
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Post by pokeapache on Aug 26, 2008 11:43:30 GMT -5
((Still open? |3))
A mass of vibrant colored fur- yellow was the color- moved across the lands towards the Sacred Circle. He never dreamed of coming to this place, perhaps because there was, frankly, no reason. Only Alphas- and that was only recently- started coming here. His hazy eyes kept a blur on everything, making his vision more like blobs of color than anything. His bright pelt was only dulled by the black markings he had on him. Lately he had been just trying to survive... He was hunting for food last thing he knew, but then... Of course, it happened again.
The pull was coming again. Travelling across these lonely wolven lands made him tired beyond reason, and yet he found himself searching for something. Electrity ran through his blood, fire prickled under his paws, he had to find the source. He was getting closer. The pull was so strong now that he probably couldn't turn away from it anymore. Curse it all... Why did he have to do this? It was annoying as hell, yet he wanted to do it with all his heart. If only he was allowed to follow his head. Hmph. But then a blur of color- a bird? In the sky... Probably. His senses picked up as he heard the wing beats, and a new sense of speed grew in his limbs. He was chasing after the bird, furiously driven towards whatever it had found.
Grey. Grey fur- he could tell from the sound of the wind blowing through it. Feathers- that bird. That small speck of brown-ish red... Yes. He slowed, resisting the sharp pull in his pelt. He didn't have to hurry, now that he saw her. What ever was wrong with her he would have to help her with. He had a sinking feeling about this one... Birds near wolves never was a good thing, in his mind.
...But wait? What was THAT sound? Was that bird speaking? He was certain- did that bird... He heard some sound in the wind. His ears flicked back as he moved forward, his large, hulking shape not as grand as some of he wolves in this land, but certainly larger than this poor... As he got closer he decided that the grey wolf was a female, certainly from her scent. He lowered his head, lowering to appear smaller but not stalking, persay. Females- he hated fae. All the ones he met were... He sighed heavily, approaching the two as calmly as he could, waiting for one of the shapes of color to shift or move.
"Ahem. What're a wolf doing here, by her lone'um?" His words were a bit choppy and blocky, he couldn't make a 's' sound all that well, often leaving it out. He wasn't exactly used to talking to other wolves, that was for sure. There was only one time or so that he would make an 's' sound- that was to say Shut. He learned that word well. But the rest of the time, the s's were hard for him to make. His tone was sharp, demanding, rude and not exactly the kind of words you expected to hear from someone who merely wished to aid another. But hey, this was Shiva.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Aug 27, 2008 22:21:09 GMT -5
{{{YES!!! THANK-U!}}}
If it was atomically possible for the hawk to growl warningly as his counterpart might have, Testament wouldn’t have wasted the thought to hesitate to warn this approaching stranger back. He had heard his steps far off, unlike Alika, whose own breathing was still heavy and deep enough with exhaustion and sorrow to block the soft steps from her own ears. The rust hinged bird could only glare warningly, nearly hatefully onto the stranger who approached. He would not speak to warn the stranger back for it would disturb Alika within her rest, however nervous and racking of a rest it may be. Testament intended his stare to discourage the one who had seemed to take an interest in the vulnerable fae who lay upset in the center of the circle of rocks, but the golden wolf seemed to pay him no mind.
Alika was in mid-silent-sob as he had spoken. The sudden sound of another’s voice, another other than Testament, caused her to gasp suddenly with a painful intake of air and whirl her neck around to see the stranger. The stranger was quite a sight to see. His thick, flowing pelt seemed to shine fairly like gold might in the pale moonlight; though the rolling fur couldn’t completely hide the toned muscles that lay beneath his skin. The bright contrast of his fur against the dark shone vividly in her wide, blue eyes as she gazed cautiously into his clouded violet eyes, oddly, as frightened as she was at that moment, she couldn’t help but notice that his hazed gaze reminded her of sunsets. And if she had not felt an instant fear and dread by his appearance, she would have noticed quite how exquisitely handsome this male was.
She sniffed back the ghost tears as she stood slowly, cautiously, like a small fawn caught in the gaze of a terrible predator. She did not move her azure eyes from his sunset ones as her tail curved beneath her legs and her soft, velvet ears lowered with fear to her skull. What was she doing here by her lonesome? She was…she was… Alika opened her narrow maw slowly, and smally, as if she did it too fast or too wide this male would jump in and steal something inside her. Softly, barely audibly, she began, ”…I...”
Suddenly, the red-tailed hawk that sat on the rock, glaring onto the stranger, silent until now, leapt from the boulder, and spread his great wings to land before the golden male, putting himself directly between this stranger and the sweet, young fae. ”I assure you, my good sir, that she is not by her ‘lone’um’, and is in fact, quite in good company. So if you will be upon your merry way, we will have nothing to quarrel over.” Though the hawk’s words were said with polite manners, it was quite clear that the bird wanted the strange male gone. Testament would not let anyone, especially a rogue male disturb her at this, or any hour.
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Post by pokeapache on Aug 27, 2008 23:11:58 GMT -5
The bird was telling him what to do. The male wolf’s purple hazy eyes noted as the falcon, or hawk, or whatever the brown-red speck was moved between him and the grey fae who he felt so drawn to. The bird squawked in wolven language, his snappy, defensive tone catching Shiva off guard. The wolf lowered his head even lower, this time crouching in a pose that could only be offensive and stalking, his lips curling back. No avian gave him commands. Who did this feathered scrap of meat think it was? Still… He felt as though his threats themselves were empty, as if he couldn’t harm the thing.
Just because it spoke wolf, he assumed. That was annoying. His fur crackled impatiently as he drew forward, his hackles raised. It wasn’t until he was only a wolf-length away that he stopped, and raised his head and his body to his full, superior height, and gave a snappy, sharp come back, “Who do you think you are, bird?” His tone was not friendly in the slightest, only warning, only infuriated. He could have killed the bird, he could have! If only he wasn’t so… Why did the bird have to speak wolf? Why did the bird have to be protecting this female?
He relaxed, his hackles dropping, and he turned his head away, dropping it down again. He had to behave. He had to be good. There was no other way… He couldn’t hurt this bird, so he only had to make- him, was it? He didn’t know bird’s genders very well- see things his way. He closed his foggy eyes, and let the sparks die in his fur.
“I can’t leave. I have to… Just CHHHH… SHUT up and get out of my way, bird,” he snapped, his choppy words as calm as he could manage- which wasn’t all that collected or peaceful. He wasn’t the best negotiator when he wasn’t in a good mood… And he never was in a good mood. Stupid wolf- what was her problem, anyway? He couldn’t smell any wounds… Although he thought he could scent the fresh tange of salty water… Tears? What kind of trick was this? He was brought all this way for a wolf because… Oh, this was just ridiculous. But he couldn’t leave, of course. Because of that pull. That pull that was making it nearly impossible for him to stay where he was… If that bird wasn’t there, he would have no reason and would be flung to her side.
…Because she was crying!...
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Sept 30, 2008 19:38:59 GMT -5
The red hawk’s feathers stood on end, rising like the hair on the neck of a furious mutt would. His beak clicked together in a wordless threat. He would not be told to shut up! And he would most certainly not be told to move from his current position! This male was asking for a talon-raking and a few good puncture wounds from a curved beak if you asked Testament. Alika was in no, absolutely no position to deal with such a foreword, disrespecting, rogue male who wandered from the night’s shadows and demanded an audience with a vulnerable female. The hawk would have the canine’s head for this, no male should treat an innocent female in such a way. Testament’s large eyes narrowed into a fierce scowl, and if it were possible for him to, a threatening snarl would come from his flared nostrils. But birds cannot growl and cannot flare their nostrils. Instead, the hawk opened his sleek mouth to fill the male’s ears with such a string of lecturing insult’s the male would be rendered deaf afterward. But as he drew a breath in, Alika’s timid voice stopped him.
”Testament…” Her voice was soft, sweet, scared, and timid. It was enough to catch her guardian’s words in his throat. Testament turned to her, she did more than call his name, she was asking for him to shush his outspoken thoughts and allow the male to speak with her. His gaze was one of softness, his solid amber eyes filled with caution and worry. He would give her what she asked. But before he did…Testament spun to the male, his glare was one of anger, his solid amber eyes filled with warning and mistrust. And with that silently communicated message, the red hawk’s large wings carried him silently to the nearest rock. He perched, his skull tilted slightly to it’s side, one eye on Alika, and one eye on the male.
Alika sighed, she hadn’t been sure whether or not Testament would actually listen to her. Her friend got his feathers ruffled to easily. Her short-tempered guardian out of the way, her timid gaze fell to the male before her. She was still terrified by his presence, the fae actually had to physically struggle not to tremble before him. Why she felt compelled to speak to him, why she requested Testament sit this one out was beyond her. Her tail still lay limply tucked slightly between her legs. Normally, her gaze would shift to the ground or to her toes to avoid his, but…those eyes…
She cleared her throat slightly, though it wasn’t needed, a nervous habit. She didn’t know what to say, when it occurred to her to answer his question. ”I…I’m here because I…I had bad dreams.” That was the understatement of the century.
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Post by pokeapache on Sept 30, 2008 20:44:45 GMT -5
The electric-shaded wolf’s eyes opened to see the auburn blur grow in size, probably just from his feathers being ruffled. He must have taken offense to his sharp words- and that only made him angrier. His purple hazy eyes narrowed, the images becoming crisper, but not by much. Goddamn…[/color] he thought, his tail lashing, sending small sparks into the grass harmlessly. He wasn’t reckless enough to start a fire…
But the she-wolf woofed to her friend, and the mass of blurry feathers flew off to a nearby rock. Shiva’s paws pushed him forward, without reluctance, and he felt his mind trying to tear him back. She answered him, in her sweet, terrified voice. His ears flicked backwards, and he tried not to seem rude. A bad dream, she told him. A simple bad dream. The neon yellow could have snorted, could have thought her stupid and pathetic… Yet, he knew all too well how the past could make its way back in your head through dreams. His head dipped low to be closer to her, although he kept a pace away, and his ears twitched back up. His eyes stayed narrowed, but softened, more squinting than glaring.
This wolf had blue eyes, his purple haze told him.
”Aah. That ain’t any good. You probably don’t want ta’ tell me, but if it might help, you can. I’ma all ear. I call my’elf Chhh…Chhi- Sshhhhiva. Sshiva. Mum named me it.” He sounded a bit nicer, but his voice was still choppy and sharp, not to mention short tempered. Still, he seemed honest enough. Probably because his heart was determined to help her, even if he fought it with all his strength. He sat down, his nose still low enough to smell the worms under the dirt, which made his lips twitch to stop a sneeze. Ugh.
He really, really didn’t want to be helping this female. Yet, he couldn’t even turn his head to look at the bird that had been protecting her. Even with his nearly-blind eyes. His pelt sparked again, with harmless sparks, and he felt his pelt turn hot, although it didn’t bother him. His body was trying to share comforting warmth with the other wolf- although he didn’t know the purpose of this heat, really. Temperature never seemed to bother the long haired wolf.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Oct 4, 2008 21:24:46 GMT -5
Her eyes lowered from his down to his large paws, delicate, curved ears folding back slowly. He hadn’t said anything rude, nor had he even given her a judging look. Alika was no mind reader, but she felt as if her answer had disappointed him, in a sense. She realized that it had been merely just a dream, and her silly emotions had gotten away from her and made it seem as if the world were to end. If he wasn’t disappointed or offended by her carried-away behavior, she felt as if he should be.
She closed her eyes tight, squeezing them to wrinkled slits. They had suddenly become dry, lost in her inner thoughts she had forgotten to blink. She looked up as she opened them, seeing he lean closer to her, or rather, dip his neck to come down to her level. This close, Alika realized how much larger he was than her. The thought caught her breath in her throat for a heartbeat as her eyes widened. She had to struggle to keep her pulse at a reasonable rate, and she had to force herself to not become more frightened. She hated how she reacted, it was always like this. This male had done nothing wrong, he had done nothing threatening. If anything, she should be welcoming him into her presence with a comforting nuzzle. Involuntarily, she leaned away from him. The fear of what he possibly could do to her was much stronger than the comfort she felt from his kindness.
She looked away from him. She wouldn’t talk about her dreams, she never did. Even Testament, the only creature who ever has given her true friendship and honesty didn’t know the terrors behind her closed eyes. Her eyes moved from a patch of dirt, bare in the starlight, and back to his violet gaze. Alika had never seen the sunrise on a clear morning. But looking into his eyes, she felt as if she had. She shook the thought from her mind with a visible shiver. She must be out of her mind.
Alika felt awkward. Her toes kneaded the soft ground slightly, as if trying to uncover something for her to say. Feeling as if the silence had been held long enough, he small voice broke it…if only barely. ”I’m Alika.” Her wet-blue eyes blinked slowly, as if recalling a distant memory. ”I’m named after my mother. Her’s was Avril Alikas of the Sunrise Ferrying pack.” She paused, wondering if Testament should be formally introduced, but against it. He, Shiva, might be prone to asking a question that she would rather not answer. Alika had already declined his offer to speak of her nightmares; she didn’t want to offend him by declining a second answer. She wondered to herself why that was, her conscience silently told her that it was because she didn’t want him to leave, and in turn she wondered why that was…her conscience had no answer for that.
Her light tail flicked behind her as she contemplated whether to sit or not. What would he think if she did? Maybe he didn't want to stay to chat for long...but, if that were so, why did he sit? Alika blinked rapidly and with a nervous sigh, sat in front of him. She nearly started as spark unexpectedly flew from his golden color. Her soft brows nearly drew together, but they stopped. It was quite odd, seeing someone's skin and fur give off small amounts of electricity, if anything, it made a small smile curve her soft maw in comfort. But why she felt comfort, she didn't know. Her eyes met his once again, still bright from her sudden feeling "What make's you spark like that?" Immidiately, she regretted asking the question. It was none of her business to why he was the way he was. Alika's nervousness and buried fear slowly replaced the sudden warming comfort and curiosity she had just felt, though she hid it her best from him. She was afraid that she had just offended him for asking such a foreward question, and for changing the mood so suddenly. He would not want to be around a female who was sobbing herself to sleep one instant, then light-hearted and curious the next. She instantly afraid of his anger and iritation. If she had offended him, he had every right to take it out onto her in any way he felt. But it was odd, of anything he could possibly do to her, it was leaving her alone that she feared the most.
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Post by pokeapache on Oct 5, 2008 20:37:14 GMT -5
The fae before him ears swiveled slowly and carefully back, and her blue-blur eyes moved down, the smear of black-ish looking down towards the ground. His purple eyes narrowed more, frustrated that they wouldn't, or rather, couldn't, focus. He felt so very out of place here, and his pelt felt like it was being dragged forward, attempting to bring him even closer- something he refused to do with his whole thought-driven being. He felt as if the harmless zaps were formed from his push-pull contradictings.
She wasn’t crying any more. He had done something right, he thought dully. To be honest, he didn’t exactly wish to be here. However, the more he thought about it, the less he felt like he could be doing something else. He had nothing else to do, right? His ear twitched when the blueness felt from his vision, replaced by the color of the rest of the wolf. His body lurched forward, and he dug the ground with his hind paws, glad her was sitting. It was harder to move when he was sitting. For some reason, she seemed to panic, for some reason she seemed to be struggling to stay calm. Why? His head picked up a bit, his ears flicking and he frowned. Nothing was here, nothing but the bird, her and… And him? She pulled away from him, and his heart sank, the feeling of dread. If he couldn’t help this wolf, he wasn’t sure how he would ever get away from her. He didn’t want to end up like his mother, or… Or her.
Her head turned. Her nose-blur had turned away from him. He didn’t like this long drawn out silence. Everything moved so slowly… He could hear his breathing, it was so quiet. He hated the sound of his breathing. It was more raspy than it would have been if he had grown up in a pack, he wouldn’t have lost his vision… She looked back to him, which made him flinch, or enough of a motion to be a flinch. Such blue… It was stunning, even if he couldn’t see it well. Her body shook slightly, the blur becoming harder to make out as she did so. He blinked hard.
Then she spoke, quiet, broken and soft. She was so sweet, so hurt. If he wasn’t so un-social for a wolf, he might have melted from it. His ears flicked, brushing the pitch out from his mind. Alika. Her name was nice. He could even say it. Sunrise, the word was distant in his mind, and made him uneasy. Sunrise- like when the burning thing rose from the earth? He attempted a weak smile. A brush of fur fanned out behind her, twitching. Her tail, he frowned again. Her blue eyes flickered while he was distracted, and he looked back, as she sighed. But, then something changed again in the way she existed. It was hard to explain, but he felt as if the tug was lessened. Not enough to let him move, but enough to make him not feel like he had to be touching her.
Her blue eyes set on him, and she spoke again. ”Eh, I had been told my fur make that from my blood. My father. Don’t know how true that be, but eh, it don’t be my mother power, nyah, my mum only made me burn... and, err, be here...” He didn’t like sharing his past- even just talking about it briefly made him uneasy, but his undying willingness to answer her, to be completely truthful, to always be kind to her… Well, often, he wasn’t completely in control when others were helpless. His pelt sparked again in irritation, this time a bit brighter, more on purpose. His mother… He frowned. It died down quickly, going back to only occasional sparks, although the heat of his irritation held well, making his skin feel as if it was burning.
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