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 Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 1:12 pm
The rain fell from the sky as if God was crying sobs of loneliness. Drops shifted through the treetops, dripping down leaves and somehow landing on the she-wolf padding through this forest.
It made her already dark coat darker, beading off on the tips of violet and pink fur. Ears swiveled around, taking in sounds. Just in case, you know, someone would come upon her.
Because she was paranoid.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 1:20 pm
Paranoia was a proud young wolf, but his terrible mind had delayed him from most everything that came with life.
He was nervous,caustious, always keeping an ear out to make sure that nothing was around.
His nose sniffed, and instantly a pink hued ear perked as the ripples in his back caused his wingpattern upon his back to almost seem to flap as if to fly.
A soft growl escaped his throat, and finally his head appeared in the nights moon glow upon the earth.
A blood tinged black blindfold kept the wolf from truly seeing..Destined to him by his father, to help other senses grow stronger...
But his father had been murdered while training Paranoia...And Paranoia had never taken the blindfold off, determinded to keep from scaring his already delicate mind.
No one really knew what color the eyes underneath really were..But he did.. He had emerald gems for orbs that glistened in the sun as a puppy, and now hid behind a black mask forever.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 1:28 pm
Bipolar's head jerked up at the sound of the growl and she spun around with one of her own. The rain and the dark made things hard to see. Nevermind about wolves being nocturnal -- her thoughts got in the way of actually thinking and she was prone to panic and attack blindly...
If only she could see him.
"Come out!" she snarled with a vengeance, paws braced and her hackles and tail high. If she was going to fight...she was going down as not a coward.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 1:32 pm
He heard the growl, his head whipped up, his body stiff and rigid. It sound female..strong, but unsure. She sounded as if she'd attack, but her first defense would be clouded behind a wave of uncertainty.
He stepped forward, as the voice had been coming from in front of him. His mind wondered if the female would attack..actually hurt him for steppingout into the open, where the lightening flashed once, and showed his face, unknowingly.
"My name is Paranoia."
He said. His throat growling thegrowl that never left his voice.
He was strong, powerful, yet gravely disabled in his mind.
"Who are you,and must I defend myself from you, madam?"
His voice was harsh, brutal, the words seeming nicer than they sounded.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 1:36 pm
The other's growl rippled down her spine, setting off all the senses in her body. He was nearing. Lightning flared to reveal a violet wolf, his eyes completely...covered?
She never moved, not even an inch, as he spoke. Paranoia. If he was so damn paranoid, why use a blinder?
"I'm Bipolar," she replied, the hesitation stronger than mock-anger this time. "If you weren't blinded, you'd be able to tell if I were going to attack or not." Her tone was filled with snark.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 1:47 pm
She had been like the others..She had remarked about his blindfold,and he would be forced to ignore the comment. He would not speak of his past..He had not seen it happen,and refused to believe what had truly gone on.
"I do not need to explain the reason for my blindness to you, no more than you should feel you have to explain yourself to me."
He voiced, turning his head back towards her though not seeing her.
He waited for her to speak, he didnt offer information till others did..He was very concealed.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 2:04 pm
So he'd caught her in an off-mood.
She smirked although he couldn't see it, then shook herself. The water lodged in her fur sprayed outwards, though the last shake was aimed at the strange new male.
"Well then, I'll explain myself to you. How about this," she began sarcastically. "I was born with a mental disorder that causes me to rapidly change moods. Ya get what I mean. And I'll forget, sometimes, what happens. I'm not a ******** schitzo, but I'm hardly normal."
She paused and edged closed, sitting down on her haunches and staring him in the eyes -- or where his eyes would be. "I killed my daughter, supposedly, and jumped off a cliff to my death."
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 2:16 pm
She seemed to give him her entire life story, and it made him shiver as he had not wished to share his own..though he supposed he was to blame for offering the situation to her ears.
"I was always very cautious..Very cautious. I relied on my eyes..If my eyes did not see it, I did not know it was there. Father wished my senses to be more in tune with that of my pack,and blindfolded me while training me.."
His voice was quiet, but still strong.
"My father was murdered by a pack of free-roaming wolves while he was training me..I refuse to see the death..I refuse to see death at all..I can hear death, hear thoughts.. I am ******** crazy. And Imokay with it."
He said gruffly.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 2:44 pm
But she'd never died, when she jumped. She'd prayed for death. Instead, she just washed up to shore with lungfuls of water.
Ears pricked as he spoke, she waited. She listened to his own tale, as if they were exchanging sob-stories. Willingly and unwillingly. Paranoia didn't seem to pleased that she'd won the little bluff.
"How do you know he's dead?" she asked, finally. "If you can't see it, how do you know you didn't run away while he was still alive?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 2:53 pm
He shook his head, his voice growing more angry but controlled.
"Because I heard the dying cry he shrieked before they tore his throat from his body..Spilled the blood upon the earth that shouldve remained in my father."
He took a deep breath, happy the blindfold covered the sadness in his eyes.
"But Im sure that there was a reason you killed."
He said, nodding.
He understood circumstances..understood that sometimes things,horrible things, needed doing sometimes,and it takes the strongest of wolves to be able to carry out the horrid tasks.
"No one should ever hold things against anyone..Its far too unhealthy."
He said, flicking an ear.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 3:02 pm
She shivered at the emotion in his voice. Well...that probably meant daddy was dead, then. As he took a breath, she let one out.
And then her heart nearly stopped.
A reason...to kill?
He was talking about...
Her lips quivered as she stood once more, a snarl echoing up her throat. She was never good at calming herself -- and this was proven as she threw herself at him, claws and fangs bore.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 3:08 pm
He listened, and was intent on her movements. She hadn't been listening..He could almost anticpate things..almost like a Spider Sense..And when she lunged, he got into the defensive stance and jumped back at her, teeth bared and white.
Spit dropped frmo his fangs as he snarled, burrying his maw into her neck ruff.
When he let go,he drew back, his ears laying flat against his head,and his lips still raised in a growl.
"What the ********>
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 3:18 pm
Damnit! She missed. Her teeth clicked over pure air and she threw herself at him, just as his fangs buried into her flesh.
Hard enough to draw a squeal from the b***h's maw, she snapped at anything she could reach -- cheeks, neck, ears!
She fell away, skittering backwards, growls never easing. "No one has a reason to kill."
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 5:23 pm
His eyes couldnt be seen, but a scowl was plastered upon his maw. He wanted to yell at her..Tell her that he hadnt judged her, and he had expected the same..After all, that was rude..
But he sighed, shaking his head a bit.
"No small reasons, no.."
He muttered,not really sureif she heard or not, but not really caring either.
"I apologize Bipolar. That was selfish of me."
He said, his voice almost believable..
Whose to say he wasnt being honest?
He hated having others on his bad side..He wasnt a hard wolf to get along with..But he wasnt friendly either.He was off to himself most times..Keeping alone and out of the way.
"So tell me Bipolar. What do you look like?"
He asked, tail thumpingagainst the earth.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 12:06 am
Her hackles were still raised as she stood, at an angle, away from him. She watched the blindfold flutter in the wind as the anger fluttered through her heart.
Would he try to come after her? She'd started this fight, afterall. Why not finish it?
One paw moved to get a better grip when he opened his mouth and apologized.
She froze, blinking.
Selfish? It was idiotic. Her lip was raised in a sneer he couldn't see, but the fire slowly left her mind.
And he was good. He changed the subject.
"I'm purple," she snorted. "I've been called a jester, a joker, a fool. Fenrir has cursed me with a pelt that will never leave anyone's mind. Across my back is a sheet of pink and littering my sides are orange and green marks. My eyes are blue."
She paused.
"What do you look like, Paranoia?"
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