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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Mar 16, 2010 18:21:36 GMT -5
Lucid watched as Crow seemed to take in his words, though he was slightly surprised at the effect they had on them. Smirking, Lucid's maw curled into a sneer as he sat calmly, watching Crows every move. He chuckled as Crow began to speak, and couldn't help but feel Crow was slowly passing some sort of test that Lucid had set out for him in the first place.
"Now, you're finally showing some worth... however, I do not think that you can merely claim my lands from me... for in order to do that, you would have to beat me in a fight. Now, I don't see that happening, and you want to know why?" [/b] He chuckled again before his son and looked him directly in the eyes. "Because you can't beat me, no matter how hard you might try. And if you do try, I will not hesitate to fight you to the death... and it won't be my own."[/b] He flicked his tails behind him, watching as Crow padded nearer. Lucid watched as Crows mind grew more straightforward in thought, and barely had time to register the bite that his son was about to administer. He figured he would allow his son to get a good mark in, before moving with his newly found unnatural speed to turn around on his son and attempt to pin him, though with his newfound abilities, it should be no issue for him. Lucid moved his body quickly after Crow's fangs made contact with his muzzle, twisting it and leaping with unnatural speed toward Crow in an attempt to pin him to the ground with is newfound strength. Lucid's teeth were bared as his eyes began to glow a deep orange, though not quite their crimson red yet, and stood over his son, pinning him to the ground. "Weakness... Never go in unprepared. As for the lands, you even attempt to reclaim them from me, and I will kill you... got it? Consider this your warning, whelp."[/b] He said this before raising one of his massive paws, bringing it down toward Crow's face. He would leave a mark that Crow would never forget and that would mark him as a cast over for Lucid's throne.[/blockquote]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Apr 30, 2010 12:11:41 GMT -5
Shall we continue? *puppy eyes*
He was without a thought – his mind nothing more than a tool for absorbing everything around him. Crow felt numb from the whirring torrent of shock, disgust, fear, and hate which had consumed his consciousness. Within his skull he could actually feel the mental blows of his own emotions and memories clashing together. It had rendered him entirely numb to any thoughts. He didn’t know what he was doing or thinking until it was already over and done with. And it had brought him to the ground, the weight of his vicious father above him. Crow didn’t even register that the fierce light which he stared into were Lucid’s eyes. Crow’s own glowing orbs narrowed even further from their etched scowl. Lucid’s words, slathered in malice, went nearly unregistered by his son. His mind felt as nothing more than a tool for absorbing what was around him. It was as if his basic senses were heightened beyond anything he had ever experienced. He could smell his father’s wet, slick breath, the refuse from the mites in his fur, the earth on his paws, and even the scent of his own saliva that had sprayed from his fangs when his attack missed. Crow had never experienced anything extrasensory before…Crow had never fought for his very life before.
Was this what prey experienced right before the pack went in for the kill?
Lucid’s claws whistled through the air – Crow could hear them with his fearful state. The pitch was faint…but there. His father had obtained tremendous speed, as if from nowhere. Lucid had changed, Crow had noticed it at first when he returned from his numerous months of scouting for their pack, but he had brushed the observation aside – after all, he had changed as well, time naturally did that to mortals. But there had always been the sense of ‘mortality’ missing from his father; he had always spoken in ways that made it seem that his life could not be ended. What if it couldn’t? The tremendous speed Lucid had executed in order to escape Crow’s fangs had almost been unearthly…even considering speeds owned among other talented wolves. But, no matter where Lucid’s newfound acceleration was from, nothing was quicker than the speed of thought. And one thought is all it would take.
Crow could feel the air between his stomach and his father’s. Before he realized it, Crow’s survival instinct had thrusted his power forward, and expanded all the air between him and Lucid. The incomprehensible amount which the air heated within a thought’s second was enough to cause the ground beneath Crow to glow red hot, and even melt where he lay directly upon his spine. The temperature – if only alive for a moment – had also caused a large radius of grass to incinerate into nothing more than browned ash. The expansion of air from the heat had created a deafening boom for miles around. Releasing such energy all at once caused Crow’s vision to fade, or perhaps that was a side effect from the fireless explosion – blinding light…Crow couldn’t tell.
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Apr 30, 2010 23:47:47 GMT -5
Lucid's large paw swung swiftly and surely as his eyes burned with anger at the very thought of his son taking over his lands, right from under Lucid's nose. Lucid would have none of it, and this mark that he was going to place on Crow's face would prove it. Crow would have to bear it, showing he was unfit in his fathers eyes to hold any leadership position and that the new heir to the throne would be Tola, his daughter instead. Granted, this wasn't what Lucid was hoping for.. he wanted a male heir, and since Haven was too timid and ran away to live with the meeker wolves, Lucid was left with Crow... and now his second son had let him down. How disappointing. Not that it mattered much, Lucid had intentions of holding the lands of the mountains for many many years to come, what with his newfound immortality.
Lucids paw made contact, slashing through the soft skin beneath him, though he was caught by surprise by a blinding light just as his paw made contact and his nails slashed. Lucid, large as he was, was thrown backward several yards, though he managed to catch himself on all four paws, if only barely. Skid marks trailed in front of him where his large paws and claws grasped the earth as he slowed himself to a stop. He had to admit, the power that his son showed was impressive, though obviously no match for Lucid himself.
His tails lashed behind him as he glared toward his son. "I no longer consider you my son. I hereby banish you from my pack. Should you ever choose to return, I will kill you next time. And don't think that your petty little explosion will save you. You bear the mark of the outcast." [/b] He flicked his tails again, his head held high, showing he was serious and holding his dominance over his former son. "Any words you wish to say before I banish you from my lands? You may have the opportunity to redeem yourself ever so slightly, though I highly doubt you have the capacity to sway me into that direction, all things considered. You're weak, just like your brother, Haven... just like half of the pitiful excuses for wolves in these lands."[/b] He flicked his tails and held them erect, his glowing eyes holding an orange tint to them at this point as he glared down at his son.[/blockquote] Reason for Editing: Making a post.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on May 6, 2010 2:20:18 GMT -5
Crow felt like coughing, gasping for air…but physically he could not. His eyes, his nose, even his ears, all parts of his body felt dead. The energy that it had taken to cause such a release of heat so suddenly left him unfeeling. Crow felt as if he couldn’t breathe, even though his chest expanded and contracted normally. His eyesight was black; he couldn’t distinguish shadows from colors and hues, it was all just a whirring mass of darkness. And when the feeling began to return to his body, he was shock to find that he was on his feet, facing his father. Lucid was talking, but all Crow could hear was a faraway droning buzz of his voice, even though he was but twenty strides away. His site trailed down, to look at Lucid’s paws, and then the ground before him. Crow’s eyes led him to the ground beneath his own feet, and the droplets of blood that stained there. A look of utter confusion wrinkled his face as his senses took forever to return to him. Crow didn’t remember being hurt, nor could he recall even touching one fang to his father’s flesh. He felt no pain upon him anywhere, and was lost to where the blood was coming from. But when he witnessed it drip down as he stupidly stared at the growing pool…he knew it was his own.
Crow looked up slowly, almost in a disbelieving way. The drone of Lucid’s voice slowly came clearer within Crow’s ears, but his mind was still fuzzy, it was difficult for him to interpret his father’s words entirely. ”Why am I unfit to rule?” His words surprised himself, because he couldn’t recall speaking them. Crow would have expected that because of the way his mind acted now, that his words might have been slurred and slowly spoken…but instead his voice was commanding and strong, holding resolve even when it’s owner seemed to have lost his own. Then everything returned in a flash. It was as if someone had been holding down the still button within his mind, and suddenly skipped ahead to where he should now be. It was similar to a crack of lightning, the way his mind cleared completely and Crow became fully aware of himself and his surroundings. His nose wrinkled at the bitter scent of scorched grass, and heated rock. He could feel the thin streams of blood spilling from his fresh wound, down his neck, and dripping from his chest to the ground. Crow repeated his question, his mind now as strong as his voice had just been, ”Why am I unfit to rule, Lucid?” His large nostrils flared with anger as he spoke. ”What is it that you possess and I lack which makes you so much more befitting to the role of authority? Your speed? Your strength? Your bloodthirsty nature?” [/color] Crow knew it best not to let his anger get the best of him, but he was hardly in a mood to attempt to contain it. ”You may have achieved strength measurable to the gods, but who’s side will your pack choose, when then discover they have been following a murderer and a liar all this time! And if you are so esteemed of a leader, why not let other lands choose who they want to lead them?”[/color] The rage previously packed within his words began to calm. ”Rejection? Is that why you force things upon others? So that they have no choice but the one you present?”[/color] Crow stood in silence, a bit in awe of his own words. It made sense, really, why his father would be so obsessed with making everyone and everything heed him. If someone was disturbed by the notion of not being recognized, or not being appreciated for what greatness they presented…they would force others into it. For a moment, Crow felt an eerie connection with his sire. For his entire life he had strived to be recognized, to be appreciated and admired for who he was by his own father…Crow wondered…if his own father felt this way too...[/blockquote] Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!![/size]
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on May 6, 2010 3:16:52 GMT -5
Lucid watched his son, growing angrier and angrier with each word that he spoke. Lucid was always quick to anger, the glow in his eyes turning darker and darker until they were a deep red, the color of blood. He lashed his tails behind him before slowly approaching his ex-son.
"Why are you unfit to rule? Because you're weak. You are arrogant and you have no respect for authority. You don't have what it takes to be leader, as you've proven to me since you've been here before me. At first, you were promising, a good leader questions and challenges everything that is not within his better judgement, but you let your weaknesses run you, and weakness is not something that should ever be shown within a leader. Tola shows better qualities than you do, which makes her that much more fit than you." [/b] He lashed his tails again, stepping closer and closer to Crow, his anger taking hold and the fire that swarmed his paws pulsing with his every word, scorching the earth beneath his feet as he moved forward. "You are a disappointment both as an heir and as a son. The mark you now bear proves my point that much more. You will never lead the mountains, no matter how much you may wish to. I declare that my heir to the mountains is Tola, before you and before the Ancestors themselves. You have been passed over, so you can either choose to deal with it or you can die. I have spared you only because I see no point in wasting what could be good talent and power, though it already seems like such a waste with you."[/b] He looked his son over once more before lashing his tails, his eyes and flames pulsing as he spoke. "You have no clue as to what my plans are. As for letting those lead, there will be the choice for that. All packs will be united, as one, under one rule, with others to rule under that. Now, what is the problem with wishing to bring strength together and fellowship among wolves? Think of it as a kingdom, and you would have been a Prince in this kingdom, had you not screwed things up for yourself. Who know's what else is out there? A united front is what is needed, and that is what I am trying to provide. You cannot fathom the leadership that would take and what it would take to accomplish such a task. You're too closed minded to this idea. You're weak, you're pathetic and you rely too much on your own pathetic weaknesses to be a leader. The weak were never meant to lead. How long did it take you to stand up to me? How much coaxing did it take for you to finally stand up to me even in this situation? A true leader is always standing tall and powerful, strong and commanding."[/b] He was merely inches from his sons face now as he spoke, his tails lashing behind him and his body temperature rising as smoke began to flare from Lucids nostrils and mouth as he spoke. His eyes held a deep crimson red tone to them, glowing brightly. Lucid listened to his sons final words carefully before responding. "Rejection? Hah! You've been exiled from my packlands, marked as an outcast, and you think this rejection has to do with me? I'm leader of over half of these lands of Aelyn, my territory expands farther than any other territory owned by any of the other wolves around here. Even before you came here, my pack has grown ever more so. Having talked to Tola, the mountains have gained a few members as well, have they not? Wolves dare not reject the offer i present to them, for I offer them security, strength and power, a sense of unity all across the lands of Aelyn!"[/b] He flicked his tails behind him, his voice booming as he finished speaking. His plans were truly glorious![/blockquote] ((Wow, I think he likes the sound of his own voice too much xP))
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on May 6, 2010 21:38:32 GMT -5
His mind blazed with anger – for himself. How foolish could he have been, feeling, even if it was only for a mere moment, a connection to this bastard? Crow’s mind couldn’t fathom who he had thought this male had been his entire life. He couldn’t understand why he had ever called him ‘father’. He would blame it on child’s ignorance, on the naivety of the youth – he had no other scapegoat. Manipulated, his entire life, but his eyes were fully opened now…
However, there was the matter of what Lucid had just spoken… From the words that echoed within his ears, it seemed to Crow that his father truly believed that he was doing the world a favor. And in all nature’s honesty, his offer was enticing. A land, all wolven brothers and sisters united no boundaries or rivalries between families, stable foundation beneath a solid rule. It was a vision of a species united together for the better…but if that was so…why did Crow feel so driven to stop his own father in pursuit of this quest? Who was he to judge wrong what sounded so right? All these questions, along with any current doubts within himself, were forced deep within himself. Crow would not let them distract him now, not with the cause of the questions standing inches before him.
He could fathom nothing more to say. Crow merely stood stone still before Lucid. His glowing blue eyes searching for something unknown in the twin yellow lights he looked into. Massive paws slowly picked their ebony claws into the shriveled grass, scorched from his previous release of heat. Feeling the dead blades beneath the rough pads of his paws made him yearn for guidance at that moment – to know wrong from right, good from bad. But though his father could read his thoughts, none of the empty, longing emotions found their way to his facial features. Crow’s blunt maw remained smooth and cool as he stared into the nearly mirrored expression of his sire. He felt that words were needed, but found none that were willing to make themselves heard…taking great effort, Crow forced himself to speak.
”I’m not going to fight you anymore, just because I have come to hate you, Lucid.” He didn’t really expect that he would win anyways… ”Will you let me run away…like the coward you say I am? …prove yourself right…let me run away…” His body complied with his words after he spoke. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Crow lowered his underbelly to the burnt ground, folding his flame-tipped ears to submission. He kept his gaze low, staring at the still steaming ground beneath Lucid’s paws. It was the last thing Crow wanted to do, submit to his beast of a father…but he wanted to live even more. His release of energy hadn’t even left a mark on his enemy…Crow knew that if he continued to fight, he would lose. Hopefully appealing to Lucid’s thirst for authority would allow him to let him go…hopefully.
Meh…I felt kinda “off” with Crow on this post…
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on May 6, 2010 22:11:51 GMT -5
Lucid stared down at his son, flicking his tails behind him. Carefully, he read Crow's every thought, smirking at how enticing his son thought his plans were. So why fight him? Why stand up to him as if he were doing something that seemed wrong? Each alpha would have had their lands to rule, it would just be ruled under Lucid himself, one powerful network of life and of connection between everyone... all under Lucid's own reign. The possibilities were endless.
"You wish to run, even though my offer and my words are so appealing to you? The very thought of all wolves united together appeals to you... You can't deny that, its in your thoughts and in your very blood. Your mother accepted and even wanted to help with it, so why are you so hesitant?" [/b] He flicked his tails behind him as he finished, his words pulsing still, but his eyes returning to their normal golden glow. He stared down at his son, submissive and weak as he was. "You so wish to flee, then flee... but where will you go? You've been faced with exile from the very lands you call home. You've yet to receive it fully, but that all depends on your actions. Choose your next words carefully, for they will decide your fate within my lands."[/b] He flicked his tails once more, holding his dominance over his son with ease. He felt a form of disgust, though it didn't show on his face, that his eldest son could be so submissive, so weak... how could he have ever thought he would be leader? Lucid scolded himself for ever considering it in the first place.[/blockquote] ((I really don't have much to do with him at the moment... and I think Lucid might be a bit off with me right now as well. I think this thread might draw to a close soon...))
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on May 19, 2010 22:05:59 GMT -5
His words didn’t sting, they only melted upon the hot fury for what Crow felt toward himself. Blue eyes stared at the ground beneath the massive paws of his father. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, bring himself to look up into those hot eyes. His two tails pressed even tighter to his belly as he crouched in his feeble state. As much as he knew his father’s thoughts to be twisted, Crow could not help the snaking tendrils of shame wind through his emotions. He had always thought himself better than this, and here he was, begging for his life at the feet of a tyrant. But Crow knew that it was only past experiences that painted the picture of a disgraceful good-bye. He knew continuing to fight against Lucid’s warped reality would only lead to his demise. Crow knew with all his soul, that he was doing the right thing by running away. But it did not stop the hot fury and the stinging shame he could feel towards himself. Giving no effort to look up, he cautiously slunk away from his ex-alpha. The feeling of his tails so close to his underside made him feel sick. The thought of how pathetic he must look now only worsened the feeling.
Only after he was a goodly distance away from his own father, did Crow look back. Gauging that Lucid would not give pursuit; he slowly regained his natural posture. But even as he stood tall, taller than any wolfs birthed in the land of Aelyn, Crow felt small, insignificant. He was a great wolf – he knew that of himself. Others always stood in awe when he would simply walk past, and everyone was always left speechless whenever he demonstrated his abilities. But even he was not enough to even touch Lucid. Crow stood though tall, slumped from the battle. Feeling a drip upon his left paw, he first glanced to the sky, searching for rain. Seeing no evidence of it only reminded him of the mark he now bore upon his face. Looking to his paw, blood had fallen from his chin.
Crow turned and walked slowly away, not seeing his own pawprints left in the still dirt – and not seeing his father’s prints next to his own, which were smaller.
++ Crow has left the area ++
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