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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jul 5, 2008 15:39:48 GMT -5
Life was never meant to live fair. Nothing fair happens, and nothing fair comes of it. In order for one to survive, another must perish; especially in the harsh lands of the wolven. Tooth and fang is all one has when it truly comes to the grit of it. Even in the enchanted (or damned) lands where one may be gifted (or cursed) with abilities not intended by nature, life still lacks fairness. And even with breath of fire or wings of a hawk, all a wolven can truly rely on is what nature originally intended. Tooth and fang is all one may count upon. Just as nature intended.
Life as a lone is only a curse masquerading as a blessing. What is commonly considered a life of freedom with no responsibilities nor obligations to another of any kind, is truly a life of constant downhill struggle and the endless torment of hunger and fatigue. Wolves were meant for one another, despite how unsocial some personalities are. A wolf alone in the land is constantly running from other wolves, and in their moments of rest they must hunt to survive. There is never any protection from larger scavengers who’d find a weak wolf fitting to their own hunger, and there is never the warmth of a den or pack home. The life of a loner, is a life best not lived. What is never meant to be eventually will perish given time. Love, hate and even life will end if it was never meant to begin.
And so the life of a lone had ended. A lifeless body lay at Baztek’s feet. It had not been taken by his means. The ghostly white had only stumbled upon it by chance. It was apparent that the small wolf that lay decaying upon the warm ground had never known the security of a pack. There were only two scents upon her tan body, her own and death. And it was not a kind death. It was a death of starvation and fatigue, the second most horrid methods to die, the first most likely would be burning to death. At least, that’s what most would guess. But he knew, Baztek had died the most horrid death, only to be resurrected and die again…and again…and again. He no longer lived, it was hard even for him to believe that at one time he did. With every step he took, ever breath of air he unwillingly breathed in, he died more within his mind. It was no wonder that he acted the way he did and was the way he was. But even as he metaphorically died again and again, he uttered softly as he gazed coldly at the hallow carcass of the once-female.
”What a pity.”
It was not that he felt pity, or anything for that matter, but minor shreds of respect for the deceased remained buried deep within him. The female had been young, just fully grown from the looks of her, or rather…what remained of the looks of her. She was Kay, but Baztek didn’t know that, nor would he ever. Not that it mattered. Few knew her, and no one truly knew her and now no one ever would. It would seem that such a wild and free spirit would not be missed in the land that called for orderly packs of wolves to exist. She must have never been meant to be.
Baztek turned, and without a second glance, walked slowly in his calm fashion. His steps, always slow and eerily cat-like, made soft scratched against the light grass of the Kumori Plains. Though the season of summer had just opened its motherly maw to breath is warmth and life upon the land, the white Baztek seemed as if he stepped from the winter’s most horrid storm. His black claws, grown ragged, stood boldly out against the white of his pelt, while the pads of his feet ached and looked just barely to the point of bleeding. The ghost-white fur of the rest of him was unusually smooth, but the long, saw-toothed mane of ghost white guard fur stood on end as usual on the back of his neck and half-way down his spine. His chops were dry, but his throat dryer. The life of the loner had taken its toll upon him as well.
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Post by kerrigan on Jul 6, 2008 1:37:01 GMT -5
[/b]: [ commentsxx;; I hope you don't mind me joining with Kalial. =3 ] "Don't tell me what to do and don't tell me what to say, just let me be myself, that's all I ask of you!"[/color] Her mind voice shouted out, singing in a lovely tone unheard by the ears. She'd heard the song...well, she couldn't remember but that didn't matter much. It was her new favorite. "You don't own me! Oh, yeah, you don't own me!" She didn't really mind she was practically blasting the brains of any creature close to her. It didn't really matter anyway. She hadn't found any intelligent canine companions in days. Just the way she liked it. Though the fact she had turned to singing to herself did not bode well at all. But it was fun and beat the hell out off staying silent. And anyway, what did she care that someone could hear her. They could get over it. She could make them do anything she wanted if she so chose too. And she could also turn their already mushy brains to goo if she decided to shout loud enough. But she didn't feel like frying brains today and anyway, she hadn't found anyone to fry. A bird here, a squirrel there. Nothing of interest really. 'Cept for a good snack that is.
With a low noise that was almost a growl if not quite, she kicked up the pace, paws flying over the grass and dirt. Spring was here. Or rather summer had started. She didn't really now. She just knew it was getting hot. She couldn't wait for the winter snows. She shivered just thinking about the cool breezes and frozen ground. How she loved winter. Though a hard time for a loner, it was the best time for a wolf to run in. Sunlight that didn't burn, flat, smooth surface to run on. Prey were slow from the cold and lack of food. Dead animals were everywhere for the taking too so it wasn't that bad. But it was just the cold air, the crisp freshness that called to Lial. But, that was months away. For now, she had to deal with intense heat that was just starting. The stinking, heat that shimmered as if some goo of a sort had been slapped onto the horizon. Pelts fell out. Good things hers already had at the first sign of heat, some weeks even before spring. The grass was brittle beneath her hard and calloused paw pads, worn to stiffness by travel and fighting. The dry air was pressing in, but for now she didn't care to much about anything.
Her short, rough pelt fluttered in the breeze, the spiky quality to her mane giving her an almost wicked look. Her ears, large and triangular, unsoftened unlike most fae's. her strides were long, ground eating. She was skinnier than she had been in a while. She had beaten off that lousy hunting partner she had traveled with a few weeks ago. He was only good at tripping so long as he could fall down at the right time to make the animal stumble. The runt was probably dead now, but Kalial knew she had enough fat reserves for a while, and she could live off rabbits simple enough. But she would kill for some fresh deer meat. Scowling at her wanting thoughts, she bounded faster. The wind shifted and she slowed down as the scent of death caught her nostrils and had her changing her direction abruptly to go check it out. She was deathly curious. Danger could be there, and yet, she couldn't help but go look.
It was strong, and bitter, the sun having baked it. She spotted the body and flicked her mind around, catching a hint near by, but nothing to cause danger. "Hmmm...doctor, doctor! I think we've lost her." Musing like this, she slipped forward on her big paws to gaze down at the fae, unknowingly taking the same position as the one before her. She had died of starvation. How droll. Rolling her eyes at the dead creature, she snorted and poked it with a food, moving it grotesquely. "Couldn't you at least died interestingly. I can't speak and even I know this is not a good way to go." She snapped her teeth. Now she was talking to corpses. or was she talking to everyone? Damn...hmm...let's see. Anyone near by could probably hear her voice so...aw, screw it. Lial, again, did not care. Flicking her tail she turned away from the dead wolf. "Pity, death. Chao, my humble friend. May the birds feast happily on your body and may your soul stay safe," she said, turning down her amusement so she could speak the phrases told by her old pack. It wouldn't do the she-wolf any good, but it was something anyway.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jul 6, 2008 8:50:11 GMT -5
The walk would be lonely, but they always were. What a pity it must be, to walk in silence, of course it never was meant to bother others. Others had the luxury of speaking within their own mind to ward of aloneness. But he refused to do so. Baztek would not meander through his memories nor pick through thoughts and ideas that interested him, and he did this for one simple reason, he always was interrupted. Others could think freely and healthily with no other forcefully intruding. But what was it like to have the darkest of presence, the sickest of voices and the twisted of minds, to interrupt and interject upon your every thought? Baztek knew exactly what it was like. He had lived with it for far too long.
So as he walked slowly, the only sound to his ears or mind was of the steps of his paws. No inner thoughts in his head, none at all. It wasn’t that he had nothing to think about, it wasn’t that at all. Many things plagued him. The bastard Lucid, Baztek wanted his throat, and he didn’t know why. It bothered him subconsciously to not know why. His uneasiness could perhaps be quelled if only he allowed himself to look deeper into the situation, to think about it. But the demonic voice of his heart, the voice that was his heart, would drive him insane with its dark input, mockery, and wicked ideals. And there was another thought, one that was much harder to repress for too many things reminded him of her…
Baztek stopped his slow walk. The steady sound of his rough paws upon the ground was…broken? Was he sure? His pale ears strained, listening for a faint voice he could have sworn that he heard. Again, there it was, not as loud as previously but there it was. He looked calmly over his shoulder, turning his body only slightly in order to look completely behind him. And there she was, the female who had…spoken? Why was he not sure he had heard her voice?
The white loner stood calmly, gazing in his unfeeling way upon the female. She stood near exactly in the spot he had only minutes ago, even from the distance, he could easily tell how much smaller she was. And perhaps, for that reason, is why he did not immediately turn and continue upon his way. Smaller females always made him stop to appreciate their forms. So Baztek stood calmly, gazing coldly with his dead eyes to the pale decorated female.
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Post by kerrigan on Jul 7, 2008 17:47:40 GMT -5
[/b] Sorry. I lost the post and then my cable/internet was turned off. Imma post now. So sorry for the wait! Word Count - idk I can tell ya it's crap though. =P Paws dug into the warm soil. Pelt swished gently. Sneezing, she rubbed her muzzle against her foreleg. The scent of decay was a gross one for such a highly developed nose. She turned away, pausing to shake out her pelt and rub her spikey mane with a forepaw. It stuck up even more but it looked basically alright.[/color] Roger, roger, male at twelve o'clock! she thought, sheilding her mind-voice for that one. Bright purple eyes looked around, and she spotted the male who's mind-waves she had felt. She scrunched up her nose, nostrils flaring. She couldn't catch his scent but it didn't matter much to her. He was company. Maybe that's what she needed for a bit.
He was white in color and she cocked her head at him. He didn't look approachable with those eyes, but he had stopped...and anyway, when had Kalial taken the back route cus someone gave her the evil eye? Never in hell. Without a sound she started forward and a steady walk. her pads bad little sound, and she kept her eyes trained on his boldly. It wasn't respectful but Kalial was anything but that. Her tail swished, staying at an even height, not going against the males but not acting like he was dominant. Her purple audits stood straight up. She paused, standing horizontal to the massive brute. She rested a foot, raising an eyebrow at him and flicking at ear down. Are you just gonna stare at me or do you have something to say to me, buy-o? she told him, voice straight forward and blunt, but light enough to be almost considered teasing. Almost.
What she said was true. His staring was givin' her the hibby jibbies. He needed to stop it. Minds well ask first. She didn't feel like frying brains today.[/size][/ul][/blockquote]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jul 17, 2008 15:49:59 GMT -5
He watched her approach steadily, gaze not changing...never changing. She walked upbeat and eager, as if he could possibly provide her with something that she may be looking for; even if it was company, Baztek knew he never provided the decent kind. But her posture and her attitude made it clear that even if he couldn’t help his cold nature and lack of feeling, this female may prove difficult to deter. Her stance didn’t bother him like it may to others. He expected no special treatment whatsoever, Baztek knew he deserved none in the least, but that was besides the point. It was actually a relief to see another, and a smaller female no doubt, who did not seem bothered by his rather odd first impression. Many wolves of whom he had met in the lone-lands would not even approach him because of his lack of expression, but whether the fact that this female wasn’t deterred by his unfeelingly cold appearance might not necessarily be a blessing...Baztek would hate to hurt any innocent. She halted just before him, for some unknown reason, he found his muscles tensing slightly. Perhaps of what had happened only days before, Baztek was cautious of how he may react.
He expected her to speak first, he never did start conversations with others, only ended them. It was another one of his ever-so-lovely qualities that caused others to keep their distance. He was always hesitant to introduce himself, for fear he may become well-known, and he always owned a knack for deterring any who may wish to have a ‘pleasant’ conversation with him. It was just of his nature, nothing he would dare change. His gaze still was the same as she stood there, rather proudly, looking him straight in his dead stare with her lively ones.
It was then that a small buzz sounded in his head. His white ears flicked, though, he knew he hadn’t actually heard the noise, the noise had originated within his mind, but as soon as it started it vanished. Oddly, Baztek had the strangest feeling that someone was playfully teasing him. He resisted the instinctive urge to look around for he knew that she was the only one before him. But she hadn’t spoken a word, had she? It was the same curious thought he had before. It had been the reason that he halted in the first place, he thought he heard a distant voice, or at least felt a voice, if that made any sense. But as he continued to look to her, the feeling that she had just spoken remained with him, it was odd, and he had no clue of how to respond.
Baztek flicked his ears again, steady gaze not wavering as he still waited for her to speak even though he felt like it was his turn to talk. Finally, he could take the silence within his mind no longer. Calmly, his rough voice was the first sound after her paws ceased their padding. ”What?”
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Post by kerrigan on Jul 18, 2008 0:31:59 GMT -5
[/i]. He seemed confused. Was he just stupid? Maybe he was one of those wolves that were dumb as hell and just looked liek they could answer back in an almost normal tone. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow expectantly, and if she were a human she's be making a gesture that said 'come on and spit it out you freaking moron.' She flicked her tail, and angled her ears forward a second as she spotted signs he'd answer. [/color] "What?"She risisted the urg to smack herself in the cranium with a forepaw. She insted rolled her eyes at him. "Wasn't I clear, buy-o? I said, do you have something to say?" she repeated, not in exact words but close enough for her liking. The silence about them was pressing down on her to she spoke again, moving forward a bit. "Can you really not hear me? Cus if you can't I'm screwed." [/i]she told him, bracing ehr legs to shake out her fur without a slight bit of caring that they were in the middle of a one-sided conversation. She snapped her teeth, looking up at the taller wolf. He couldn't be called handsome, she mused, twitching her nose. He was to cold for that. But he was beautiful, in a thrilling, chilling way. His pelt was the purest of whites, the only other color the black of his nose and claws, and the golden amber of his emotionless orbs. How se could even be intrigued by such a creature was beyond her thinking for now, but she was. Her dark purple eyes blink. Compared to him, her creamy peltage look like it was stained with dirt and her purple markings just added to it. He needed no markings. He was just...well, damn, she didn't know his name. Time to remedy that. She opened her maw and gave him a quick look.[/color] "And since you may or may not hear me, I don't see why I'm going to ask this. What is your name, buy-o?"[/size][/ul][/blockquote]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Aug 25, 2008 19:52:22 GMT -5
Baztek did not know it, and neither did the fae that he spoke with know, but truly, he could not hear the voice that the fae spoke with internally. In fact, he did not know that she spoke with a voice that he could not hear, for he had not heard it and therefore did not know that it existed. The reason for this, was the same reason that he traveled alone, the same reason that his eyes were dead, lightless and lifeless, and the exact reason his stare was always cold and unfeeling. The darkness, the soul-stealing Hell that was his heart and the controlled the edges of his will and the most of his mind was the reason that her voice fell upon a blank conscious. Baztek did exist as himself, but only in the very deepest regions of his mind, of his subconscious, regions that no matter how loudly the fae screamed and yelped with her mind, she would not be heard. This was not the first incident that had happened. The female Sakura, one Baztek met so long ago was also unable to reach within his conscious, and the harder she had tried, the more painful and energy draining it had become for her. Baztek had no idea that his conscious was being touched by this mute female before him, and his oblivion heart only hellishly mocked the body it lived within.
Baztek continued to gaze upon the female, and though she did not speak, he could not shake the strange feeling that she was speaking to him somehow, even if she made no movement, nor spoke any words. He saw her roll her eyes as if he had done something odd or out of the ordinary, but he merely stood before her, waiting for her to reply to his question, or perhaps even ask one of her own. His ears flicked slightly as they always seemed to do when thoughts ran through his mind; he became more cautious-minded as she moved closer. Now he was certain that she meant to speak…and if not speak, communicate in some form. His ears flicked again. How was he to reply to someone who did not speak or even communicate to him? His gaze switched from her to the distance and quickly back again. ”What do you want?”
He knew, he was certain that she could understand him, there was no doubt of that, she merely wasn’t talking back. And true to his nature, he had used the coldest words that came to mind, the words that even if she had spoke, would still be heartless, not because of his tone, but because of the words themselves. For the safety of others, he had always kept to himself, and discouraging someone who could not, or perhaps refused to, carry on their own half of the conversation proved to be difficult. Baztek never liked making others disdain or other loath him, but it was for the same reason that he could not hear her voice in his mind that he kept to himself. The darkness within him was unpredictable and dangerous, and hurting someone, especially a young fae, was definitely not something Baztek wished to live through again.
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Post by kerrigan on Aug 25, 2008 20:38:48 GMT -5
[/b] Aaannnddd she was screwed. He was deaf. Deaf to her mind like no other. The intrigue of that had her attention immediately and her eyes widened and she bounded around him, poking at his mind with her own. No answer was found. now that she was paying attention, Lial noticed his mind was a blank wall, impossible for her to read his thoughts. She could sense his mind, knew it was there but a wall blocked her from getting in. She shifted her weight as she came to a stop, blinking up at him with her clear orchid eyes. She opened her maw and gave a huff, cocking her head at a loss for how to communicate. She flicked an ear down and tried to wolf, but her maw moved, and nothing came out.
Well, this was an issue. She had never found herself actually mute before. Everyone had always heard her mind voice. No one had ever been able to keep her out and totally block her powers. Kalial twitched her nose, and shuffled her paws. Unsure of how to answer him. With a silent sigh she gave him a droll look, rolling her eyes. Affectively showing how annoyed she was with the situation. Then she motioned to her throat with a clawed paw and moved her lips though nothing but air came out. Saying she was mute. Then she cocked her head and shook it at him. She paused a moment, then tapped her head, then sighed and settled back on her haunches. Yeah, he wouldn't understand that she had mental powers, or that she was using them to speak. And she seriously doubted the wolf would be willing to go find another canine to translate.
Blinking, she provided the only answer she could to him. She flicked back one ear, the other resting lazily sideways, and shrugged, one side of her jowl curling up in a sheepish smile.[/size][/ul][/blockquote]
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