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Jan 7, 2010 17:19:18 GMT -5
Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jan 7, 2010 17:19:18 GMT -5
[Tola, Baztek, and Crow only please]How long had it been? Since his damned claws dug into this land… The stale air tasted the same, and the scent of power still reeked from ever crevice. The lands were forbidden. Cast into exile, returning here meant death – but still continued forward. He would bring death, but whether his own or his target’s… It was tasted on his damned tongue, felt within his damn heart. Death. It could be his own…or it could be another’s… Regardless to whether his time was coming, or whether he was bringing it to another – he still continued forward.
The white wolf walked calmly, steadily, through the frigid land. With each breath, a plume of hot air escaped his black nose, as if fleeing from the damned confides of his body. White fur stood erect, but for no defensive or offensive reason. It was the cold that physically commanded his pale coat to rise, trapping air beneath its folds, keeping its owner oblivious to the winter’s bite. Not that something as petty as temperature could fell the walking puppet.
Black claws bit into the rocky terrain, as the white male scraped his way up the steadily inclining mountainside. He knew where he was going, he had never forgotten the location. The entrance to the den, at the next rise, there’s where he would sit and wait. The brute’s muscles strained as he pushed them beyond their limits, lifting his body up and above the lip of the miniature plateau that signified the entrance to the cave.
The white male shook his exhausted body, exhausted not from the journey, but from fighting to control his own free will. He could feel no pain, no ache, as his muscles and limbs complained from his exertion. Steady steps took him to the mouth of the cave, where without even a wiff he could sense that no one resided within. Turning his back to the entrance, he sat in the mouth’s shadow, much like he had so very long ago. His expression blank, his eyes cold and dead, he waited. [/blockquote]
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Jan 7, 2010 17:38:06 GMT -5
Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Jan 7, 2010 17:38:06 GMT -5
Tola travelled about, marking the lands the best she could, though now that their territory had at least doubled in size, it was growing increasingly difficult to mark the borders and change the routine that she had grown used to. In her mind, she assumed that father would mark the plains, so she continued to mark the lands that were the mountains, here and there, strengthening their boundaries against any other packs or wary travelers.
She finished her rounds, her large white form making its way back up the slippery rocks that led to the den area, where she would grab a bite to eat from the pile of kill that she had worked on hunting for the pack, though it was much more sorry than it had been previously. The prey had been much more scarce in the mountains, causing Tola to have to traverse to the bottom of the mountains and tread onto the waterfall lands ever so slightly in order to find prey enough to sustain the pack and herself. She knew it was wrong to hunt on other lands, but father had told stories in the past as how the previous Alpha of the lands had allowed the wolves of the mountains to hunt the lands to the top of the waterfalls at the base of the mountains out of the kindness within his heart, and Tola assumed the same outreach remained, though in her arrogant mind, it could cause trouble for herself in the long run.
She flicked her tail behind her, idly making her way up the mountains, though visibility was at is minimum. She had slowly grown used to the lack of vision and trained her other senses, such as smell and hearing, to pick up other beings around her and to lead the way to the den. It was because of this that she paused in her idle trek, catching the scent of an unfamiliar stranger in the lands. What made things worse, he seemed to be up by the den area. Instantly, Tola's body fell into a defensive position as her feathers and fur ruffled ever so slightly. She hastened her pace to make her way to the top of the mountains much quicker than she had originally anticipated, the snow cloaking her white form fairly well, though the bright orange and yellow flamed markings that dappled her fur and paws, as well as along her feathers would almost betray her in the white blanket that swirled around the mountains peaks.
She made her way forward, following her nose to lead her to the intruder that dared to tread too closely to the den area. "I don't know who you are, but you are making a big mistake by treading so close to the den area as an uninvited trespasser. Come forth and show yourself." [/b] She growled the words, her hackles raised in anger as her eyes shot from their usual golden glow to a vibrant blue intensity. She lashed her tail behind her, peering toward the den area to pick up the brutes form from the snow. She assumed his pelt was white in color, her only explanation as to why it was so difficult to pick him out from the shadows and the snow. She made her way slowly forward, pausing every now and again to sniff the air for his scent. She finally saw the faint form of his in front of her, though it was merely feet away at this point. She growled a low growl as she turned her glowing blue eyes, which would have stood out against the snow ever so slightly, toward his and held her stance in a warning and defensive way, ready to attack or defend the den area should this brute make any sudden moves that seemed in any way hostile toward her packlands. "What are you doing so close to the den area and trespassing in these lands? What business do you have here?"[/b] She attempted to lock eyes with him, though with the blowing snow, it was difficult to do so. His form was barely visible through the blowing snow, and Tola dared not get any closer to him until he made his reason for his presence known. She was unsure if he was hostile or if he meant to come peacefully, so instead she waited for his response.[/blockquote]
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Jan 7, 2010 17:56:13 GMT -5
Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jan 7, 2010 17:56:13 GMT -5
The female, she was felt before he even caught wiff or sight of her. He could feel every thudding step she took, every scrape her claws made into the ground. He could feel her heart beating, her lungs screaming with the cold air. She would confront him, challenge him. These where he lands, her home; it was nothing less than what was expected. But he didn’t move, didn’t even flinch as her pale form seem to burst from the white-washed weather out of reach of the lip of the cave.
Expression blank, his eyes were cold as he looked her over, but taking no notice of her verbal demands. She growled to him, the innermost of his ears vibrating with the rumble. Stone gaze met her accusing, demanding one. His right ear ticked as his mind and heart battled about what to do with her. She was a pack member, and would get in the way. It would be easy to simply eliminate her. But could he control himself afterwards? Or would he loose himself entirely in the rage, casting what he had traveled her for to waste… His right ear ticked once more with his thoughts.
Dead, amber eyes looked directly into hers. No light, no life: like being stared down by a corpse. ”You are not my target.” His ragged voice matched his stare completely, as well as the freezing temperatures around them. ”I will not hurt you.” He looked away from her, beyond her, waiting for his target. [/blockquote]
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Jan 7, 2010 22:14:55 GMT -5
Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Jan 7, 2010 22:14:55 GMT -5
Tola grew quickly agitated with this brute and his indirect way of speaking to her. His disrespect for her questions and statements, and it showed in her posture as her chest puffed out ever so slightly and her fur stood even more on end than it previously had. She growled another low rumble to him, lower than most females, but higher than most males, and lashed her tail behind her.
"I asked you questions that demand an answer. Now, who are you and what are you doing here?" [/b] She paused for a moment before what he had said before fully registered with her. "And what target are you speaking of? You will not dare hurt any of these pack members."[/b] She growled the last sentence much louder than she had intended and lashed her tail once more, her eyes holding their intense blue glow. She felt some sort of wariness around this brute, though she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. Something about him just didn't feel right and made her uneasy, but she hid this feeling down deep in her mind. She had a packland and a home to defend and would very well do so. He had spoke, stating he would not harm her, but could she really trust a loner that wouldn't even answer the questions she had asked directly? Remembering this, she growled slightly again, her agitation returning from her momentary lapse of thought at his words. "Answer the questions this time, loner."[/b] She growled once more and took a pawstep closer to him, though not too close. Something told her that he was potentially dangerous and it was more than just her anger that had her hackles raised around this brute. He was bad news, and her every instinct told her not to push him, but her mind told her that she needed to defend her lands and stand strong, even in the face of this threat.[/blockquote]
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Jan 8, 2010 18:47:06 GMT -5
Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jan 8, 2010 18:47:06 GMT -5
His gaze violently snapped up to meet her’s, a new red tint of light glowling in the once-dead eyes. His ragged mane bristled, canines peeked shyly from beneath his black chops. ”OR WHAT!” His cold gaze slowly contorted into a wicked snarl. And within his livened eyes, pleasure from his own anger could be felt. ”There is nothing you could do to me that has not already been done!” The female was ignorant, innocent. She knew nothing of the world’s true nature. She could not even sense the darkness within him, and he expected her to foolish to flee even now he had let it escape. She had a sense of pride, a sense of duty. It was vaguely familiar to him…
He had no need to hurt her, no reason too; unless she stayed in his way. Slick, red tongue licked his chops at the very thought. Standing he sauntered a step forward. His eyes seeming to ‘die’, the light fading from them ever-so-slowly. ”I have only one target…” His face had once again grown cold, and the violent edge left his dark voice. ”…please, do not make it two.” He didn’t want to kill her if he didn’t have to. But if she stood between him and Lucid, he would. He stepped closer, his maw directly level with hers. Slowly, with ragged words, he whispered,”…kill one…to save many…” He wouldn’t try to justify his actions. Murder was murder. But he had no soul…he had nothing to loose. He stepped back, cold stare and dead eyes glaring holes into her, ”Your alpha has gone too far.” [/blockquote]
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Jan 9, 2010 21:44:54 GMT -5
Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Jan 9, 2010 21:44:54 GMT -5
Tola flinched slightly at his anger and took a slight step backward, before catching herself and straightening her posture, standing firm. She flicked her tail behind her, her eyes regaining their normal golden glow as she stared at the brute. Her eyes were exactly like her fathers, save she had the whites and the pupils like her mother. And, instead of crimson with intense emotion, they turned violent blue.
She listened to him and didn't step back when he approached her. She needed to remain tall, to remain firm and to defend her lands, even if this brute attempted to carry out his threats. She flicked her tail behind her again, ready to speak, when he spoke once more. She was not prepared for what she heard, only because she couldn't quite grasp how he knew her father.
"What do you know about my fa.. er... Lucid?" [/b] She figured she hadn't caught herself soon enough, but she had a feeling that it would have been best to keep the fact that Lucid was her father to herself, though she couldn't explain why. Something about this brute made her every instinct and thought tell her to run for her life, but her pride and devotion to protecting her packlands kept her standing in front of him. She lashed her tail behind her. "You tread these lands, uninvited... threaten me... and expect me to just stand aside while you wait for my alpha to come back just so you can kill him? Do you think me stupid enough to just roll over and let you do whatever you please on lands that do not even belong to you? Hell, you haven't even answered any of my questions. Who. Are. You."[/b] The last three words came out forcefully, shoving her eyes back to their violent blue with each time she put emphasis on one of the words, though faded to their glowing gold once she stopped. If worse came to worse, she would call for back up, if this brute attacked, she would call for her brother, though she hoped it wouldn't come to that. It would injure her pride too much, but she also knew that she could not deal with this brute alone if things turned to a fight, so if she she needed to swallow her pride to save her life and her packlands, she would.[/blockquote]
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Jan 9, 2010 23:40:36 GMT -5
Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jan 9, 2010 23:40:36 GMT -5
She had stuttered in her words- -and he had lost control.
Amber eyes grew wide as his entire form pulsed with the hellish presence thriving within his chest. The white took a step back, fear upon his face. He would not kill her, he had not need to, no reason to… She had made no advance, given no reason for him to strike. His head bowed, limbs shaking as his muscles tightened, threatening to rip from his own pelt with the force he used to contain his curse. No, he would not loose himself, not now. Thick maw contorted into a devil’s snarl as the possessed male snapped and struck out at the nothing beneath his chest. Though he shut his eye tight, their lids contorted in a combination of pain and concentration, a shadowed flame seem to leak from their cracks as if they were small windows into Hell. A few, loose strings of sticky saliva dripped slowly from his bared fangs as the male continued to struggle against the invisible demon that she would not see. How foolish of her – not to run.
Slowly, his shuddering stopped, as did his snarling attack at nothing. The brute held himself still, not even his chest rose or fell with a breath. The only sound in the cave was a steady, low –drip drip drip – echoing from the back. Then the male breathed in a ragged breathe, as if it were his very first in this world. Slowly his white skull looked up to the female, eye wide and- -wrathfully red.
A sick, wicked laughter mimicked the –drip drip drip – with it’s echoing throughout the cave. The white’s maw contorted into a demonic sneer: mocking, teasing, threatening, and daring her.
’…can you feel that?...’
”What’s the matter?” Their voice, though still dark, was no longer pained and ragged. Instead it was smooth and seductive. attractive and alluring: it felt that if they were to sing, it would be the sound of Paradise. ”Dear ‘ole Daddy hasn’t told you his dirty, little secret?”
Their shoulders hunched, mane standing erect, like the serrated edges of a wicked fang. They took advantage of her momentary confusion, and circled her in a prowl. She would be too mezmorized by their transformation, too stunned to take her eyes from them. And soon, they stood behind where she previously stood, blocking her only exit.
”Forgive my intrusion, my dear, but I do believe that we have some personal business with Father. Would you care to sit and watch as we tear his damned heart from his chest? [/blockquote]
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Jan 10, 2010 0:01:16 GMT -5
Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Jan 10, 2010 0:01:16 GMT -5
Tola shuddered as his form shuddered and he snapped at nothing. She found it both strange and terrifying. No matter what her instincts screamed at her, she could not run... could not look away from him. Her eyes grew wide as he looked up at her, his eyes now a violent red color. She was paralyzed to the spot as he prowled around her, her form shaking slightly. She couldn't move, couldn't tear her eyes away from him. Her breathing quickened, her stern exterior slowly faltering beneath her as she continued to look at the brute.
He scared the hell out of her... and Tola was not easy to scare. She followed his body, never allowing her back to be turned to him. Oh, how she wished she had telepathy like her father so she could call out to Crow and warn him of this presence. Her mind raced as he spoke of her father. Her eyes grew bright blue, and unable to control herself, she lashed outward with her words.
"You don't know anything about my father, so you can just shut that trap of yours right now. You are on my packlands and I will not be intimidated by a mere loner! Get out of here, now." [/b] She couldn't stop herself, couldn't help it... it was her nature to be so prideful and arrogant, and she knew she shouldn't have said it, but she couldn't help herself. She only wished that Crow would come by to help her, to stand up next to her. She really needed her brother now, though she would never truly admit it out loud. She thought for a moment, obviously afraid of the brute, but her pride still overpowering her fear. She lashed her tail behind her, her body falling into a more defensive stance, should the brute decide to attack, her eyes glowing a very violent blue as she glared toward the brute before her. Though he had changed, she still could not remove her gaze from him not that she would if she could. She gave a loud bark in the brutes direction, a small growl escaping her maw. She knew she was probably signing her death warrant now, but she wouldn't stand aside and let this brute carry out his threat against her father and her alpha. "I won't stand by and let you murder my father or threaten me upon my packlands!"[/b] She shouted this last part, hoping Crow might hear her... her tone was angry and frightened, and her stance had her shaking slightly, but she stood by what she said and felt. She wouldn't let this brute carry out his plans if she could stop it, though her every instinct told her she had no chance.[/blockquote]
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Jan 10, 2010 0:39:09 GMT -5
Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jan 10, 2010 0:39:09 GMT -5
’…can you feel that?...’
They couldn’t only feel it, they could taste it as well. Her fear, perfectly ripe for the pickings, it was so heavy that it dripped from the air around them. The white wolf snaked it’s slick tongue from it’s dripping maws, and pretended to ‘taste’ the air around them. ”Try as you might, but we can taste your fear, Gorgeous, no use attempting to hide it with anger and that snappy voice of yours.” [/i] His wicked laugh echoed through the cave, lingered long after he had finished. Black claws scraped the ground eagerly as his head cocked curiously like a reptile’s. His red eyes remained wide, the sneer not wavering from his ghostly face. ”Now if we new ‘nothing’ of dear Daddy, then why would we be here to execute him? Don’t you suppose that we would have a reason, an excuse legitimate to ourselves?”[/i] Smooth voice chuckled, ”Why would someone risk their lives, scaling the highest mountain to sit and wait to assassinate someone, without a decent reason?””[/i] The white sat back on his haunches, enjoying his own words as she absorbed them. He licked his thick chops, lusting for the ability to read her mind, though her eyes said it all. Logically she could not argue, though pointless feelings of pride and devotion would obviously get in the way. The wicked sneer quickly vanished from his mocking expression as the white male turned to look at the cave entrance. It was only moments before the wicked smile returned to his features as he turned back to the terrified female. ”It appears we have company.”[/i] He stood, tail swishing lightly as if he expected something. Black claws scraped the ground eagerly as his slick, red tongue slid over his exposed fangs. Minutes passed, and only the steady drip from the rear of the cave was heard. Then a steady hiss, like frozen water being poured onto a super-heated rock. Bursting through the raging blizzard outside, Crow snarled as his blue eyes glowed. Retracting his wings only seconds before they would crash into the cave wall, his enormous frame flew, thick talons outstretched, clawing for the white male. But he had been ready, and a simple leap back was all it took to dodge the black wolf’s ambush. Crow was startled, not understanding how he had been detected through the blizzard, but his reactions were quick and he caught himself like a cat, his large claws digging into the cave floor – scraping the surface with a high-pitched screech. He spun quickly around in front of his sister, fur bristling and wings extended, completely blocking her from view of the stranger. His thick maw snapped and snarled at the white male, sending a message that words were not needed for. But as the wicked intruder caught his own fall, only a maniacal laughter was given in return. He understood now, they both did. With first glance, this black beast had been mistaken for Lucid. He certainly did look it. The white male licked his chops, as if removing blood from them. In looks the two were nearly identical, but he had stepped into Lucid’s mind once, seen through Lucid’s eyes. And what he sensed in this male was nothing like it. Not even in the furthest regards. ”The apple apparently does fall far from the tree.”[/i] Mocking sneer echoed with wicked laughter. Crow’s ears flicked with the smooth voice, but his righteous fury prevented him from being drawn in. ”What are you talking about!” But he regretted asking the question as soon as it left him. He shouldn’t be conversing with this stranger. His wrathful-contorted face thickened. He should be tearing him limb-from-limb. [/size][/blockquote]
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Jan 10, 2010 0:51:27 GMT -5
Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Jan 10, 2010 0:51:27 GMT -5
Tola stood still, rooted to the spot as the brute before her began to speak again. She listened, unable to do anything else, as he attempted to justify his unwelcome place here. He still hadn't answered her question, asking who he was, but that seemed so miniscule now that he was talking about murdering her father. She growled at him again, hoping her shout alerted her brother.
The brute paused as he turned to face the outside of the cave. How he could sense someone was there was beyond her, but she didn't care. She thought for a moment to use this as an opportunity to leap and to attack, but her paws were like lead and would not let her move. "I don't know why you're here. Even if you say you have just reason, your reasons are not just in my eyes. You come onto MY lands and threaten me, and my father? And I'm supposed to just stand aside and let you go for it? Ha! Over my dead body." [/b] She growled again, her pride still falling in the way. She knew she should really just shut her mouth, but she couldn't help herself. She was worried and hoped that the brute wasn't lying when he said someone was coming. Minutes passed and she grew more and more frightened. Then, a shadow quickly grew into a large form, and she knew her brother had heard her. She couldn't admit how glad she was to see him, and probably never would. He was a sight for sore eyes for a change. "Crow, he expects us to stand aside and let him kill father. He has been very disrespectful, and he even threatened me."[/b] Sure, she was practically tattling on the brute in front of her to her older brother, but she was too scared of this brute right now to care, and was looking at it herself as if she were informing her brother of what had been going on. She stepped beside Crow, standing slightly behind him, though close enough to be of assistance should things turn ugly. Then, the brute began to speak again. "What are you talking about? I've had enough of your cryptic crap! I want some answers! Who are you?!"[/b] She shouted the last part, her anger grabbing her and her fear ebbing away now that her brother was here next to her. She growled a low growl, glaring at the brute before her and daring him to disrespect the lands and her family again.[/blockquote]
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Jan 10, 2010 1:38:17 GMT -5
Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jan 10, 2010 1:38:17 GMT -5
”Tola.” Crow sternly called her name, but did not take his eyes from the ‘wolf’ before him. Damn her and her mouth, he wanted answers just as much as she did, but they had to go about it in the precise manner. There was something quite off about this stranger. Crow was still a bit shaken by the fact that he had eluded his ambush. Tola’s voice echoed through the cave and down the mountainside clear enough, even in the blizzard. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he supposed that her voice could be heard from anywhere if she barked loud enough. Her shrill yell had scared the prey right from under his nose, and only when he had stopped to listen did he realize why the winter-boar had fled so fast. Her voice had sounded angry, but echoed with terror. Crow’s heart had skipped. She sounded as if she expected her yell to be her last. He couldn’t think of any animal that would cause that sort of reaction in his sister, and as he had taken to the sky in a plume of steam, he felt what was frightening her. It seemed, as he rocketed through the air, that the wind had shifted, but he knew it didn’t – it still blew in the same direction—it had to be a stranger. And never before had any nomad threatened Tola to the point where she let it show. That was why he flew so fast, why his heart had nearly stopped at the sound of her voice. She had truly been in danger.
And now that he could see the threat, he could sense how dangerous it was. Even though he was nearly twice the size of this lowly, white male, Crow felt no bigger than a small pup, cowering in the shadow of some monster from his nightmare. He didn’t let it show, not physically, but because this loner had so simply dodged his attack, Crow suspected that his fear was felt. Crow swallowed, not removing his glowing eyes from the burning red one’s, even though the stranger wouldn’t be able to see him look away. ”Step back.” Edging forward, ever-so-slightly, not getting any closer to the stranger than he absolutely had to, Crow extended his wing in front of his sister, forming a barrier between them.
The white wolf gave a maniacal laugh with his amusement. ”So let me guess, Daddy left his little angels in charge while he goes about stealing other’s lands?”
[/i] The white sat back once more onto his haunches; they were no threat, and he let his posture portray that he did not see them as one. ”But which one is older is my question? My first guess would be the big one. But we all know that size has nothing to do with age.”[/i] He licked his chops, making his sneer appear to grow when the red tongue returned to his maw. ”But he is the smarter one. My dear, your older brother is right, you really should watch your tongue.”[/i] ”Hush!” Crow’s stern voice snapped, but not at the male. His remark was directed at Tola, whom he new would let her temper get the best of her and she would loose control of her anger. He needed to keep her in line, and he needed her to understand why. They could show no weakness to this…this…beast who had already figured so much out about them. He growled quietly in his throat – again directed at Tola. ‘Please, Tola, just listen to me, just this once.’[/size][/blockquote]
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Jan 10, 2010 1:50:30 GMT -5
Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Jan 10, 2010 1:50:30 GMT -5
Tola growled as Crow said her name. She hated it when he treated her like a little kid. Yeah, he was the oldest, but not by more than a few minutes. She lashed her tail behind her and stepped around his wing as he shielded her. She wouldn't be treated like a small puppy and she needed to have a clear line of sight in case the brute did something to harm her brother. Yes, he may have been bigger, but she was the one that could shoot fire from her mouth without a second thought. She was just as tough as he was, and she would show it if she had to, even if it proved to be the stupidest move she ever made.
She growled slightly, moving her way so she was standing next to her brother, as if an equal, which in all reality, they were. She flicked her tail behind her, but held her tongue for the first time, realizing her brother was just as scared as she was of this brute. Something about him was not right, and Tola assumed Crow's every instinct was telling him that. Well, Tola would stand just as tall as her brother, she had been tested before and she could be just as brave, even though he kept trying to treat her like a little pup. She used to be able to pin him down easy in a wrestling match, though it had been months since they'd wrestled.
She flicked her tail, brushing the thoughts aside as she stood next to her brother and listened. She took a deep breath, using all her might to hold back the retort that was building in her chest. She lashed her tail behind her and spoke. "What gives you the impression my father is going to come back here any time soon? If you're so bent on killing him, why come to the packlands and threaten the rest of the pack, when a smart brute like yourself can obviously smell that his scent here is stale and that he has been gone for quite some time? You already seem to know he's not here, so why threaten these lands? If what you say is true, technically you're no better than he is in a sense." [/b] She took a deep breath, wanting more than anything for this brute to just leave. She didn't want to believe that her father was anything but what she saw him as. This brute had offered no proof that her father was the monster he was saying he was.[/blockquote]
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Jan 10, 2010 2:58:21 GMT -5
Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jan 10, 2010 2:58:21 GMT -5
Crow resisted a sigh. Tola, she seemed so immature at times. And right now was the absolute worst of times to show it. It was a weakness, it made her predictable. Why couldn’t she tell that he was not trying to belittle her by moving her aside, it wasn’t to put her into place, it was for her own protection. His enormous wing spanned most of her body mass, blocking her near completely from the beast’s view. Neither of them new what this male was capable of, and if loosing his wing meant Tola’s life, Crow would gladly give it. He was truly at a loss. He could tell that no matter what he did, Tola would push herself through him. Crow was torn, there was nothing he could do to protect her at a moment’s notice if worst came to worst…
Laughter echoed. ”She doesn’t want her big, brother’s protection, Crow”
His stomach turned, hearing his name spoken in the lustful voice of the beast. For a fraction of a second his mind panicked, wondering how the male new his name and what he was thinking. But Crow suddenly realized that Tola had spoken his name aloud (as he had her’s) and Tola was publicly rejecting his protection, giving the loner her own front. Crow’s thick brows furrowed as he realized so many things that they should have done differently. They should have not used one another’s names, and he should have not protected her as he had tried to. It gave the stranger too much insight to themselves, taking away their advantage. His ears flicked as he opened his mouth to warn Tola not to say anything more – but it was too late.
The ghost-male’s laughter mocked her every word, even before she was done speaking. ”Well, my dear, my original thought was that the alpha has to eventually return to his lands, he can’t very well leave it in control of the likes of you now can he? But I suppose if he’s not to return soon, we’ll simply leave. Isn’t that what you want? For us to leave?” Sneering, his tail curled idly around his paws: he was going nowhere. ”But I think that it would be much easier to bring him to us. I’m sure tearing the necks from the bodies of his own children would bring dear Daddy running…or would it?”
[/i] Crow instantly snarled. ”Of course he-“ he paused, face still contorted. Would Father trek all the way back to the packlands to avenge them? Crow could see Father defending them, maybe, if he were here right now…but avenging…Crow just couldn’t imagine it happening. Again, he meant to speak up, to ‘regain his verbal footing’, but he was halted right as his maw opened. ”And, no, my dear Tola, we don’t find ourselves to be any better than your father. In fact, we have found that he once stooped to our level, tasting the delicious blood of his own upon his fangs.”[/i] The male’s retched eyes closed, as if he was relishing in some distant pleasure. Crow visibly shivered [/size][/blockquote]
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Jan 10, 2010 3:15:42 GMT -5
Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Jan 10, 2010 3:15:42 GMT -5
Tola listened and lashed her tail behind her. She was not in a good mood, what with this pestering brute and her brother trying to be all overbearing or whatever... not to mention, this brute scared the living daylights out of her, and when she was scared, she got stupid. She growled slightly, her eyes turning a vibrant blue as she stared directly at the brute before her.
She listened to his words, to Crow and his pause. She turned her gaze for a moment to him to take in why he would pause like he did, and she saw him shudder... and for a moment, she was at a loss for words. Crow was seriously thinking father would leave them here to rot and never avenge them! How could he think something like that? Father of course would come to avenge us, and if he wouldn't mother certainly would... right? She sat for a moment, puzzled, as she stared at Crow with slight disbelief.
She shook her head and growled more audibly toward the brute. "So you obviously know something about our father. Why don't you cut it with the cryptic crap and tell us? Obviously defacing our father in front of us brings you some sort of sick pleasure, you twisted monster, so why not just get it over with, huh? Why not just tell us what you mean and stop toying with us!" [/b] She knew the brute probably enjoyed toying with them, but she was on her last nerve and it was just about to snap. That would probably end up getting both her and Crow killed, but she wouldn't be able to help herself should she be pushed too far. It was all just too much. She lashed her tail behind her again, her head low and a growl erupting from deep within her chest cavity. Her wings, which were previously held to her sides, slowly unfurled themselves, adding to her already defensive posture. Smoke began to flow out of her nose and mouth as she continued to growl at the brute before her. Her body temperature began to rise at a rapid rate as she used every ounce of her body and energy to keep herself from completely snapping on the brute. She didn't want to get Crow or herself hurt, but she could only be pushed so far.[/blockquote]
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Needles
Jan 10, 2010 5:43:26 GMT -5
Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jan 10, 2010 5:43:26 GMT -5
The white’s tongue crept from his chops to lick them slowly, giving them an unearthly shine. His skull cocked once more to the side. Did they truly not know? His wicked laughter delighted in their naivety. Is that why they were so loyal? No wickedness, no darkness could be sensed within either of them, not like what could be sensed deep within Lucid, not anything like what had originally drew them to the dark alpha in the first place. There was nothing like that drifting from either of these mere pups. The female, she only had a quick temper, making her fun to toy with, nothing more. And the male, he did not have even that. Only impatience could be sensed deep within him, and it was only directed toward his own Father. So there was doubt; at least with the son. His pale skull tilted to the opposite side as thoughts swam, quicker than lightning throughout his wicked mind. Killing either of them wouldn’t bring the Father running…but the Mother, perhaps…
Like lightning, the male crouched and sprang forward, fangs already bared from within his sneering jowls. He would rip their throats out, letting their dying howls bring the mother, Mira, running. And then he would use her to find Lucid, so that he could drink the life from his chest. The young daughter was his target, as she had been arrogant and ignoring her brother’s warnings of caution. The white male was fast, faster than her- -but Crow was quicker.
The son of the alpha had to have quick reflexes, especially with his manner of flight. His mental reactions had to be quicker than the air so he did not cast himself to his death by creating a gust in the wrong direction. And before the white beast’s fangs could touch Tola, her older brother threw her aside, blocking the brute with his own body. He howled violently as the attacker pulled back as quickly as he had leapt forward, tearing Crow’s flesh as he did so. Crow staggered from the weight of his injury, never before having been wounded to this extent. He felt as if a piece of him was missing, and it appeared true. His right shoulder, just below where his neck met his body, was ripped and exposed. He shuddered, from pain and from emotional shock; had he been a fraction of a second slower, it would be his throat gaping, not his shoulder.
Crow looked up to the loner, shoulder dripping at the same frequency that the brute’s jaws dripped with Crow’s blood. He gave a violent snarl, deep in his chest it vibrated, so powerful even the cave walls gave a small shudder. The white male spat black fur from his maw, sneering all-the-more. Crow, crouched down slightly, completely blocking Tola from view of the attacker. His natural reaction was to narrow his stance to better his balance; he could place no weight upon his right foreleg. It felt as if the leg was nothing more than a limp piece of flesh attached to him by bone. The loner’s bite severed a vital muscle in the shoulder, preventing Crow from using his right foreleg. But even though he had to strain, he kept his stance wide, so that Tola could see (and possibly aim) between his legs.
So far this male had used no abilities (that Crow was aware of) but neither had they. His mind whirred with his thoughts. Within the blink of an eye the male’s thoughts had turned to killing them. And Crow was certain that this brute was hell-bent, he could feel it in his shoulder. If the male had any particular power –fire, water, ice, duplication- he supposed that it would have been used at a distance to prevent any self-harm. It could be that the male had nothing of the sort, but Crow couldn’t be certain, the male acted so ‘confident’ so knowing, Crow was afraid that maybe this male might contain a power that was so extreme that he was forced to keep it hidden. His mind clicked as his thoughts clashed and collided, criticizing and negating one another. But one thing was for certain, if the male planned on another physical attack, he would be ready.
”Don’t touch me.” His voice was strong and stern, despite his dripping shoulder. The comment was a warning, but not to the attacker, to Tola. Crow wouldn’t say anymore, he couldn’t without giving his intentions away. ‘Please Tola, remember what I can do, for once in your life trust me.’
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Needles
Jan 10, 2010 15:35:06 GMT -5
Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Jan 10, 2010 15:35:06 GMT -5
That was the breaking point, that split second where her very life flashed before her eyes as the brute leaped at her... but luckily, Crow was a quick thinker with quick reflexes, and for once, she was grateful for this. She would have probably been dead if it weren't for him, and she would have to remember this for later.
She watched, gasping as she saw the blood dripping from the brute's maw and from Crow. Her eyes grew more violently blue than ever as she growled, her body temperature hot and her mouth beginning to spark white flames, she took her sight and locked it on the brute in front of her. She wouldn't get near him, not with what he did to Crow, but she would use the opportunity presented to shoot her white hot fireball at him. Crow, to her knowledge, would be fine from the heat, though she wasn't entirely sure. She had practiced aiming, practiced everything in order to perfect her gift, and she was going to show what she could do, if only to exact revenge for what the brute did to her brother.
While this whole thought process was going on, over a mere second, her already warm mouth grew warm and within the blink of an eye, a white hot flame shot from her mouth, straight at her target. To Tola, it almost seemed as if Crow was letting her have an opening, and she was going to take it. Her mind, no longer frightened for her, but instead for Crow, had begun to think more rationally as she fell into her fighting mode. This brute made the first move, and she was going to attempt to make it his last.
The white hot fireball shot between Crow's legs, heat radiating from it that instantly raised the temperature of the cave a few degrees, heading straight for their attacker. With all her practice, she was confident her aim was true, but she didn't know her target entirely, so there was always the chance she would miss. If she injured Crow with the heat that seared between his legs, she would just heal him later, like she would heal his shoulder later, once this threat had been dealt with.
She stood back, behind Crow still. She couldn't tell if this brute had anything special about him, but she wasn't about to get close enough to find out. One thing she loved about her ability was she could be long ranged with it. She growled, her eyes violent as she waited to see how true her aim really was.
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Needles
Jan 10, 2010 20:11:18 GMT -5
Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jan 10, 2010 20:11:18 GMT -5
The white male’s shoulders hunched like a vulture, heavy laughter leaking from his red-stained maw. ”You taste good, Crow. I like the taste of your father in you.” He shook his frame, like a wet mongrel trying to dry itself; blood splattered from his dripping maw, onto his own pale pelt. Crow flinched as small droplets of his own blood struck his cold nose. This beast truly was demented. ”What’s the matter, Crow? Not finding the taste to your fancy?”
[/i] Sticky, red tongue licked the reddened chops. ”Perhaps you’d enjoy your sister’s blood instead.” Wicked laughed echoed once more. Crow stopped a shiver from rolling down his spine. He supposed, when this was all done and over with, that that particular laughter would haunt his dreams for moons to come. It was like a chuckle, an all-knowing chuckle. It made him want to scream, to cry in fright like a whimpering pup. And all the same, his tongue was heavy, as if he didn’t have the energy within his own body to simply lift his tongue and open his maw to scream. There was nothing mortal about this creature at all. This had to be a creature of Hell, what other being would delight in pure carnage? This time, he couldn’t help the shiver that rolled through his form. His shoulder throbbed and screamed with pain even with the simple vibration of his form. Crow forced tears away from his glowing eyes, he couldn’t believe what a simple bite from the attacker had done. Even when he, as big as he was, tried to bring down larger prey, his fangs didn’t tear as much as this other male’s did. Maybe what he had said before wasn’t just directed at his sister; he really didn’t want this beast to touch him. The white male’s head lifted from its lowered position. His thick neck curled backwards, like a snake posed to strike. Thick laughter rolled through the cave once again. White ears and tail reached for the ceiling of the dark cave, mocking the two worthless pups. His sneer appeared darker than before, from the blood that stained his maw. ’…can you feel that?...’Like lightning, the male was once again in the air, fangs and claws bared to rip more flesh from his target. It happened so fast, Crow felt as if he also obtained the ability to slow time. Behind him, he could feel blistering heat and his instinct automatically heated his own body so that he would not be harmed by the high temperature. But because he had flinched, because he had blinked seeing the male in the air plunging toward him; he missed what had happened next. The fireball sent from between his leg’s hit the male square in the chest, knocking him to the hard ground; body contacting with a deep thud. There the body lay motionless, steam and slight smoke rolling from the exposed flesh on his chest. Crow gasped as the stench of torched fur and melted flesh filled the cave. Never before had he smelt anything so wicked. He instinctively stepped backwards in his disgust, bumping into Tola behind him. He mumbled a ‘sorry’, but it wouldn’t be heard by anyone with his quiet voice. Tola had stopped him, right in mid-air. Crow’s chest let loose a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding. It was all over, simple as that. His legs shook as his blocked fear finally reached them. His voice was small, talking to only himself, ”…it’s over.” But his fur stood on end and he stumbled slightly as thick, rolling laughter echoed through the cave. ”No, son-of-Lucid, it is not over.”The white male slowly picked his body up from the ground, and as he looked to his targets, his wicked sneer showed no pain, no fear. Laughter rolled again as he placed his stance wide, purposely tearing the shriveled flesh and skin on his chest. Blood leaked from the wet tears, slowly sliding its way from the now hair-less chest into the white fur on the male’s legs. ”It will take much more than that to kill us.”[/size][/blockquote]
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Needles
Jan 10, 2010 20:33:09 GMT -5
Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Jan 10, 2010 20:33:09 GMT -5
Tola watched as the brute mocked them and shook Crow's blood from his maw. She made a face, disgusted by this brute and by his antics. How could any creature be this crude and heartless? She never thought it possible, but here it was right before her eyes. As the brute spoke of her brothers blood, it only fueled the fireball she had worked to shoot toward him... allowing it to amplify her anger. No one dared treat her brother or her that way!
She watched the brute take a leap toward them, and used that as her moment of opportunity. She released the white-hot ball of fire toward him and nearly yipped in joy when she hit him square in the chest. There was no way he would be recovering from that anytime soon! She wore a triumphant smirk on her face as Crow backed up toward her. She brushed his bumping into her aside and looked at his wound, her eyes fading back to their normal golden hue, ready to heal it, should he be willing.
She had just raised her paw, a faint blue aura glowing around it, when the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand on end. Startled, she turned to face the brute as he stood, his flesh scorched where the fire had hit him... and it didn't even seem to phase him... She sat shocked... her eyes growing wide as she stared in disbelief. "How in the world...." [/b] She was at a loss for words. How could he be standing after a blow like that? Her hit was dead on! Any normal wolf, even by their standards, would have been too injured to move or dead! How can this brute be moving after that? She was dumbfounded as she turned her body to face the brute again. She fell into a defensive stance, though she knew her brother would step in and try to protect her. Yes, she was smaller than he, but she was still larger than this brute, and she still had some tricks up her fur, though she was beginning to doubt even her abilities. Her eyes glowed vibrant blue again as the heat radiated from her fur and body once more, white hot flames leaking from her mouth as she prepared herself for the brutes next attack.[/blockquote]
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Jan 10, 2010 21:13:13 GMT -5
Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jan 10, 2010 21:13:13 GMT -5
Wicked laughter echoed. ”Why do you both look so surprised? We came to kill Lucid. You don’t suppose any regular fool could just step up and tear dear ole’ dad’s throat from his body now do you?” His black claws scraped the ground eagerly. ”No, we know Lucid, we know what wickedness he shares with us. And just like we won’t be rid of easily, neither will he.” The sneering face rumbled with a toying snarl. ”Your father is out, seeking death, and we do believe we are the ones who will help him find it.” The male crouched as if to spring, but instead only meant to toy with them, like a cat pinning mice.
Crow had had enough. These were his packlands, damn it! And he was through cowering like a pup before this stranger, no matter if he was from Hell or beyond. Holding his weight entirely on his left side, (letting his right foreleg simply dangle, useless at his side) Crow stood tall, holding his head and neck high, fanning his wings and tails to make himself bigger. He took his stance at his sister’s side, ready to fight with her.
Many things confused him. Why did he keep referring to himself as ‘we’? Crow did not see or sense another being, but that didn’t mean anything. Could there be an invisible wolf? Or even a spirit’s apparition on this beasts’ side? He didn’t know anything about ghosts, he had never actually taken them seriously before. But right now, the possibility seemed all too real. He sniffed at the air, but could detect nothing but the scent of the male’s wound as it now bled. Crow was beginning, even in his anger, to worry. The stranger wasn’t invincible, he had been severely wounded by Tola’s fire, but he appeared as if no wound was inflicted upon him. He had even ripped his own wound more to improve his mobility. Crow was at a loss for explanations. He had nothing but questions.
But through all the thoughts frantically whirring in his head, one clearly stood out. Crow opened his mouth, but hesitated. The male had already answered the question on his mind, even though it hadn’t helped him or Tola at all. He had to ask carefully, this beast seemed more than willing to share his secrets with them, they only had to ask for them in the right way. Crow tried again. ”What has Fa…Lucid done to warrant you to kill him?” His voice had started strong, but wavered nervously with the word ‘kill’. A pitted feeling welled up within Crow’s chest, but it was too late to take back what he had said. He had the feeling, he wouldn’t enjoy the answer.
The white male sneered even more – but paused – memories flooding through his blood-thirsty thoughts. Long distant feelings and mimicked emotions overwhelming him. The sneer disappeared, the wolf faltered in his step, legs shaking. His reason…it was returning to him. He seemed confused, disoriented, as his face grew cold and red eyes lowered. His reason- her reason-
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Needles
Jan 10, 2010 22:18:42 GMT -5
Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Jan 10, 2010 22:18:42 GMT -5
Tola gazed forward, watching the brute as he took a defensive stance. He looked as if he were ready to spring at her, and she opened her mouth, a white hot fireball resting within it as he seemingly prepared to leap. She was ready to blast him again, and this time to make it harder for him to get up. She felt Crow stand next to her, prepared to fight alongside her, and she smiled inside her mind at the thought. They really were stronger together, even if they had their differences.
She was ready to shoot her fire, when Crow spoke up. She closed her mouth, though allowed the heat to remain in case the brute made another sudden attack, and turned her violent blue gaze from Crow back to the brute. She had wanted this question answered as well, though she feared for what the brute might say. Hadn't she asked a similar question earlier? Well, maybe this brute had a thing against female wolves or something.
She blew the fireball out that resided within her mouth, though kept her heat up and ready for a sudden attack, ready to fire again at a moments notice. She thought about adding her own words to what Crow had already said, but thought against it... It would either be repeating the same thing or something that the brute would get distracted by and ignore Crow's question with. Instead, she remained silent for once in her life.
As she looked at the brute after Crow began to speak, she noticed him change, his posture change... and she was instantly intrigued. He seemed as if he was faltering ever so slightly in his stance and his hostile form, as if what Crow had said had struck something, somewhere within him. She tilted her head to the side, curious and questioning toward the brute as she watched and observed, a tactic she had grown quite fond of for her opponents or those around her... even though she had lost all sense of it earlier on. Now, she observed and watched the brutes every movement, calculating and concluding her own conclusions, though she wouldn't dare say or show them out loud. Instead, she waited... Crow's question was enough to keep her from her second fireball, and enough to intrigue her to the point where she was genuinely interested in what this brute had to say, even if it was about her father.
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