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 Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 1:04 pm
For Dragon/Were/Ronso
"Let Go" Chapter 8:Rage/Croanyl-Nix/Phib/Amelie/Cellen/Cael (basically) If you haven't already, check out the edit I made on the invasion plot information page <3
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Rage ran down the beach a few inches from where the waves lapped the shore. Turning the golden sand brown and wet her amber eyes were focused on the target before her. She could see him in the distance, could even feel his eyes beating down on her. This was it, she had one last chance to protect the family she had now...she'd do everything in ehr power to keep Phib and Amelie and everyone safe. She wouldn't lose them again.
Slowing her pace down she looked down at her forelegs, they were stronger then before, then when she had run from the valley. The red symbols still upon her fur that she was dusgusted of, that were a constant reminder of her betraying and letting her family die. She wouldn't do it we'd stay and fight.
She stopped, her amber eyes meeting a figure that made a chill run up and down her spine. His white eyes penetrating deep into her as if looking into her soul. She felt the voice in the back of her mind start to take control, but she pushed it away. She didn't need to fall into senselessness now.
"So...finally we meet..." his voice spoke out cooly. Tail flicking to the side, "believe me, it'll be the last time we meet as well..." His maw twisted into a grin, his fangs bearing themselves to her. But her gaze with narrow eyes never falted, her stance strong.
"Leave..."
"Think that its that easy? I've waited a long time for this...that imbasil Arguin couldn't even bring you to me..." he laughed and stepped forward towards her. And she noticed that he had black symbols upon his fur, just like she had red upon black, "So you've noticed eh? We're not too different...but only one of us will live..."
"I won't let you hurt them...I'll protect them" she said almost choking, she could feel the tears at the corner of her eyes, but she couldn't show fear or weakness, not now. "I won't let you take them away from me...I won't let you hurt them!" she snarled, the fur on her neck bristling up, ears folding back.
"Protect them? Don't make me laugh child...I know your secret..." he said with a grin, white eyes blinking once or twice. Rage's face and expression went cold...no.
"Don't let him fill you with fear...do what I say and..."
"No...stop it...please..."
The internal battle was beginning again.
"I know how your pack, your family, your sister was killed in front of your eyes..." he took a step forward, she shook her head as if denying it, "I know what you did, you ran, and condemned them to death!"
"NO!"
"YES! Its your fault they're dead! Your fault that your alone! Your fault that their blood was innocently split on the earth!"
"I didn't mean to...it-it was an accident...it wasn't my fault!" ters were threatening to show themselves. But she held them abck with all the strength in her that she could control. Pushing the voice from her head.
"Don't worry child, you will be with them again...I'll even send the mogrels here with you so you won't lose them," with that Croanyl lunged forward, fangs beared. Rage was getting out of control. Snarlin she lunged for him to. Thrashing adn biting into his neck, but she let go and screeched and yelped in pain as she felt him bite into her back leg, his jaws cracking down on the bone beneath his fangs.
He flung her forward, so that her back hit a rather large stone behind her. She shook her head to clear her vision and looked up just in time to feel his fangs on her again. On her neck, but far enough away from her jugular so that he wouldn't kill her with that one bite.
His tongue tasted her blood and it tasted divine. Her yelps of pain only excited him more of the kill that he would break upon her. He ripped at her neck, blood flowing from her wounds he stepped on her, pressing down on her ribs.
She could feel herself slipping, the pain overtaking her, her eyelids becoming heavy. No. She had to stay awake and protct them...Phib wouldn't be proud of her if she died too quickly, she...she had to fight. PUshing up and much as she could she craned her neck to bite into his back leg. Making him leg go and take a step back. Just in time to see her stand on her wobbling legs.
"Don't fight it...death is only the beginning..." he grinned wickedly and began going towards her again. But he stopped, her head was faced down, her breathing heavy, as she raised her eyes they seemed wild and lit with fire. His eyes went wide.
He was too late.
"Now listen...he's afraid of this...your hidden strength...your cunning...you lost it before when you saw them die...that is what your marks mean...hidden strength, and if in red, a strength no other can posses. Thats why he fears you in reality, thats why he wants to kill you..."
"What....what are you?"
"You'r other half, the darkness within you, but I'm not like him...I am Ryu..."
"Dragon?"
"Yes, and you are Rage...become the Rage of the Dragon as you were born to be."
"How?"
"...just Let Go."
Now she knew, now she understood. Even if she was Dragons Rage by name, by birth, she would forever be Rage to others. But now she'd be stronger...if she'd survive. Now it all made sense, his strength, the connection between her and Nix. The sapes of ehr markings...they looked like dragons. Red being the color that symbolized strength and rage in ehr pack. Everything seemed clearer and made sense.
"I now understand..." her eyes glaring daggers into him, "I know what I am...and how your afraid...I won't let you touch them...and if I die...you die..." with that she lunged towards him. Fangs and claws ripping at eachother's flesh over and over. Blood sppilling onto the sand and pebbles beneath them. Blood pouring from wounds. Rage was fighitng back, ripping into him more. But with every thrash she made, he came back with double. He was large then her, stronger then her teen physical state. She was losing too much blood now, her head beginning to feel light.
She was biting into his neck, tasting his own blood, her body on his back, neck craned under clining to his throat. He was aggitated, aggrivated, so he went to the larger stone and repeatedly rammed her against it, trying to make her grip losen. With every bang of her back she clenched her jaws together in pain. Her mind screaming out.
"I...I-I have to protect you..." Flashes of Nix, Cael, Phib and Amelie coming to her mind. Another ram, her grip was lossening, she was losing her strength. "I won't...let you die...but I...I can't...do this for much longer..." her grip was almost gone and he rammed her once more and she let go and howled out in pain and agony. He body feeling like it was crumbling. Her muscles aching, she couldn't move as she lay next to the stone, the waves lapping around her, water an inch deep now turning red from her own blood. She couldn't raise her head, her amber eyes were blurred. "please....some...someone help...help me... Rage didn't want to die. She wanted to stay, she had a new family, adn she'd protect them till death if she had too. She wondered if she should've said good-bye to Phib and Amelie...to Cael. She had to stay alive for them...but-
She choked, Croanyl stepped on her neck, trying to cut off air from reaching her lungs, keeping her from howling out again. He grinned, his body was bloody but not as bad as hers, "I told you...death is only the beginning...accept it...and maybe I'll spare them."
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 2:30 pm
Things were flowing quickly in a flush of foot falls and heart beats. She was getting dizzy in them all- and all around her there were wild thoughts that constantly attempted to grab her attention. But before she could, another mind spoke up with a wild thought, and she forced herself into a hushed withdrawal. Keeping up with Phib and Malik was becoming mostly mechanical impulse, and because of it, the seer had fallen behind considerably.
Something terrible was going on- and she didn’t need to be a seer to know that.
The black king moved quickly in front of the small group, and although he was racing, his destination was somewhat foggy. He was following a scent that did not seem familiar, and as it lead closer towards the salty smell of the beach, the potency of it was beginning to be lost in the crushing salt of the water. Blood was flooding miserably through his head in quick steady pounds, and had he had the moment to consider it, he probably would have regretted the impending headache.
To point simply, he was fed up with it. All of it. From the beginning of his time- this feeling just moments before something quite like this. Running towards Red Mountain, Kahj, Carius, Ryukkii and her father- the list was endless. It was something he should have adapted to- even he allowed himself to still be called the War King. But there always was that person just moments before the crisis, who perhaps never wanted to be there at all.
A sudden pang flooded into Amélie’s head, and it spread up her muzzle and to the center with shuddering clarity. The small female jumped to the side with a slight yelp, and although Phib heard it, he kept moving with Malik shortly behind. There was a many manner of things why she had suddenly spasmed- but he could think of none that would have helped the present situation by running. A moment later she confirmed his decision.
Wait- wait!
In his time during the woods, Phib had probably gained a reputation for being any number of things. Egotistical, chauvinistic, arrogant- but he had never acted with haste. He spoke before fighting, he liked to play with his words and make a grand show of the whole affair. He was a political creature- and political battles were the ones he preferred.
But when there was no politics, and there was no time to speak- the old wolf that Hrothmund once raised had little problem adapting to this as well.
Wait-wait! Amélie creened again, but by that time, Phib and Malik had already burst onto the scene at the beach.
The black wolf paused for a jostling minute, before lurching forward, not taking more then a few moments to access the situation. He had no idea who this wolf was, whether it was really Croaynl or not.
What he was doing was apparent- and frankly, Phib was sick of talking.
The large wolf plowed across the sand, suddenly giving a very dry and brutal snarl. Movement had to be fast- and by that time, his paws were striking the sand only by the toes. There were no speeches- and when he got to be about five feet from the male- Phib lurched to the side, and knocked his full weight and momentum into the other male. It put him at a slight disadvantage for a moment as his weight connected and forced him to move with the offending male- mostly likely, to tumble into tide.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 6:35 pm
Malik watched as Phib seemed to jerk and go in one direction, Phib, Malik and Amelie now on the beach. Before his wild red eyes was an image that burnt into his mind; Rage was on the ground, another wolf looming over her, and the smell of blood was thick in the air. Malik watched as Phib rushed forward without saying any words, and was going to go help, taking a tep forward but he stopped...he thought it would be best for Phib to take control. After all, if this was the intruding wolf, Phib wa the alpha, and he would deal the rightful punishment.
Rage could barely breath and her eyeslids were growing heavy, she could hear the snarling of Croanyl and his breath near her neck. Then it was gone. Croanyl's entire presence disappeared from her neck, leeting some air get to her lungs. She gasped and choked taking a deep breath, and turned her head to see Croanyl being knocked into the water forcefully by Phib. She sighed as if content, she knew with Phib here now, and her being able to injure Croanyl slightly, that Phib would have his way with him. Perhaps even rip him apart. She laid her head back down and looked out and could see the vague image of Amelie, Rage's vision being partially blurred she couldn't quite tell,
"Amelie?" she spoke out in her mind weakly, hoping if it was Amelie, that she'd know. Amelie being close both made Rage feel safer but fearful if Croanyl got his paws on her.
Croanyl snarled out in pain as Phib connected with his body. Ramming into his side hurt and falling into the salty water, the water touching his wounds stinging him, and the salt taste running into his mouth made him gag before him stood up again. Fur dripping wet as he tried to move out of the surf. Closer to the beach, closer to Rage again. But this time he was turned around.
His white eyes held hatred for Phib now, and they glanced over to where Malik and Amelie stood, and his maw twisted into a grin, "Your family? Why do anything for her..." he said making a motion with his paw, "She is not of your blood, let me finish what I came to do..." he turned his head slightly to glance in Amelie and Malik's direction, "Or perhaps I'll kill your mate and your son..." Croanyl new he was overstepping boundries, not the best idea but it was in his nature.
Fur bristling up on his neck he snarled and went to lunge forward but felt a sharp pain in his right hind leg. Turning his head back his eyes met the amber eyes of Rage. She was clamping down on his leg as if holding him in place for Phib. But her neck was exposed now...
"Amelie...I won't let him get hurt...I'll protect both of you..."
Croanyl now enraged quickly turned his head and grabbed onto her neck and twisted his jaws so that her neck began to bleed and she yelped out in pain letting go of his leg. He threw her some distance again and turned back to Phib, a bloody smile of approval on his face. But Croanyl tried to take a step forward and nearly faltered and fell over, his balance was off...
Rage's breath was heavy, but she could still see Croanyl standing by Phib. She tried desperately to have her muscles move and push herself up but she was struggling. Maybe if she just rested for a minute...no! She had to stay awake. SHe had to in case she needed to help again. Do something to make sure Phib adn Amelie were safe.
Croanyl was now snarling at Phib, crouched down a bit as if to lunge forward. A stand off between the two. Croanyl knew he was in trouble now, he was weaker, off balance, and against a wolf he hoped he'd never have to deal with.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:36 pm
If Amélie was worried for Phib’s safety, she had an odd way of showing it. The small female rushed onto the beach, stumbling over small pieces of broken driftwood as she tried to scramble towards the shore, all the while shouting numerous pleading cries in variations of- “Stop it! Stop it please! Don’t hurt him Phib, stop it!” It was a shrieking cry- and he heard it, even above the surf and the blood rushing through his head. He’d heard the tone twice before now- and every time he did he hated it more and more.
But his mind was on other things. The damned wolf dare speak to him-! It brought a thick and raw snarl from his throat. What the hell did he take him for? And he obviously knew nothing about him if he was threatening his son’s life! Or perhaps he had confused Malik for his son? Was it wrong to think that it might struck more of a nerve in him if he really had meant Malik over Gareth? That would be something Amélie would no doubt weep about later- if she didn’t go into a coma by the end of this.
As Craonyl stepped back into the surf, Phib approached, finding his snarl fade from roar to a thick, and almost malicious laughter. These wolves! They thought him so noble! “You don’t know me friend.” Phib spat. “Or you would never say such a thing. Kill my mate and child! I’ve only got one left!” He chuckled bitterly. “Shut your mouth, I couldn’t give a ******** for your taunts. Do what you want with them- if you can.”
Suddenly, he was distracted by the reappearance of Rage, clamping down on Craonyl’s leg. Before anything else could be done, the larger male clutched the small female by the neck and flung her away into the waters, and returned to face him. “Stay away.” Phib snapped towards Rage- and for a moment jerked his head towards Amélie.
“Stop it, stop it!” She yelled again hoarsely. She had still been yelling all the while?
He turned back, and the dark wolf was crouching, readying himself for an attack. Seconds were sliding away faintly- he’d been here before too. How many fights had this other wolf been in? He stood right for a fight at least.
It never really felt like the fighting had ever ended.
Phib lurched forward, and did not wait for the other wolf to make a move as he typically would. Normally he did not fight with the intention of killing- but there was no care or even much respect he could hold for this wolf. He simply didn’t care.
As the black wolf approached, he stopped short, and stood up. It was an awkward posture for one to be in- but in years of fighting he’d somewhat perfected his own style of it. He loomed for a second in the air before swatting his paws downwards at the male’s snout, using the force of it to drive the head down and place a bite sharply on the other male’s exposed shoulder and drag him down to the water's bobbing level.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 3:54 pm
Croanyl snarled and yelped slightly as he hit the ground in pain. He could feel his energy leaving him, but he wouldn't give up, he couldn't give up. His white eyes looked up again at PHib and burned into him, Phib's words meant nothing. But what interested Croanyl was the fact that the black wolf had only one child left.
He could use that to his advantage.
Croanyl pushed himself up again, and took up another defensive stance. "Perhaps... but how would you feel if your only son you had left was dead hmm?" he turned to Malik and licked his lips, yes, he could almost taste the child blood already. But then his eyes turned to Amelie, she was his mate huh? But from this area she seemed like she was blind. He laughed and turned back to Phib, "What if he and your mate lay dead...and you left alone that you provoked such a deed..."
Malik growled and snarled, and made sure to keep a keen watch on Amelie. He moved where she moved, but if she got too close, she might get hurt. Malik would protect Amelie. But then...who would protect Rage? He couldn't even get near her with that wolf there.
"Amelie...not too close..." Malik said in a hushed tone, last thing he wanted upon his shoulders that if Amelie got hurt it was his fault for not doing his duty for Phib.
Rage's eyes were closed, and she was breathing hard. She heard Phib's words, but they didn't register in her mind. Only thing that was on her mind were the images of the past, watchig her family be murdered before her, just as this wolf was trying to do. She couldn't live through that again, she couldn't...
"Leave...them a-alone..." she spoke, raising her head to look at Croanyl and glare into his eyes. She couldn't move from where she was right now, but she was psuhing her muscles to lift ehr up again. Phib said to stay away, but she had to help, she had to.
Croanyl smirked and laughed at her, "Think you can save them child? Why don't you just roll over and go to hell where you belong..." his eyes were cold, but he spoke as if he didn't care. "You think you can protect them just as you protected your family?" Croanyl looked at Phib, and took a few steps towards Rage and leaned down so she could hear him, "Well here's my little secret...how do you think those two-legs found their way in hmm? Who could've led them there...but someone who had been there before...but it was your scent that led their dogs to your family....your the reason they died..."
Her eyes went wide and anger built up in ehr heart was now raging through her blood. He had to be lying, he had to. But...but she knew he had been in the generation before...she heard the stories. It was him? He started the chain? She snarled and pushed and strained her mscles standing up. Croanyl took a few steps back, watching her, his back to Phib (not the brightest of ideas).
Her body was shaking, not from pain, but from anger, pure rage, "If what you say is true...and I am to die..." her eyes narrowed at him, "Then I'm dragging you down to hell with me..." she knew Phib said to stay away. She knew it, but lunged forward anyway. She had watched him, adn got an idea. Croanyl snarled and lunged forward to grab onto her, but she ducked, and rammed her full weight into his chest, knocking him back towards Phib, and he fell to the ground snarling. Trying to push himself up quickly.
Rage fell to the ground, her muscles not responding anymore, she did what she could, she wouldn't let them get hurt. And from what Phib had accomplished, she doubted he'd even get the chance. Her eyes began to close but she was still breathing, but content with what she had done,
"Ame...I made a vow to keep you and Phib safe...to make them proud...I hope I did..." Rage was speaking of 'them' referring to her fallen family, but moreso Amelie and Phib. They were like her family now, Phib and Amelie were like parental figures in her eyes. And she hoped they would be proud of her...that Phib would be proud of her....and Amelie would be happy and safe.
Croanyl snarled and tried to stand once again. But now he was exposed. Things weren't looking so good...
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 4:18 pm
In the distance, the cerulean orbs of the punk wolf had been drifting across the ocean as he and his "younger brother" sat atop the breakers that barriered the sea and the rockside of the ocean. The day was toiling into the early hours of the afternoon but there was a haunting feeling, a lingering sensation that something was not right. No-- something was defiantely not right and the stomach churning, gripping feeling was ever present more than ever.
As Cellen's eyes mulled over the surroundings, his ears perked up as yelps and howls sounded out against the crashing roar of the surf. Pivoting about, the curly-tailed male furrowed his brows.
"Bloody--"
His eyes widened as the figures that crept upon the beach struck familiarity and his ill feelings stirred within him. Phib and Amelie were there along with Malik, Rage and-- a newcomber? Oh, it appeared that there was a brawl in session and it seemed that Rage was in the middle of it along with the foreigner.
"Cael--CAEL!" The punk wolf barked as his tail rose up behind him, curling tighter as his gaze continued to glance towards the scene below. "Get up, mate! Rage is in a bit of horlicks along with Phib and the gang!"
"What?" Averting his sea green eyes towards the tussle, the brown-purple adolescent watched as Rage slammed into the older male, sending him off his stance and towards the ground. Gritting his teeth as his ears swivled back, Cael stifled a growl within his throat.
"He's trying to kill her! We gotta help!"
"Then what are we doin'? Come on!" Diverting his attention back towards the beach, Cellen leapt into lunging strides and began scaling down the slope of jagged, rocks that bordered the sea. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth, heart racing and thumping against his chest as he hoped--pleaded that no harm would come to anyone out of this ordeal. Stumbling into a jump and onto the sands, the punk wolf began madly sprinting to the aid of his Alpha and his fellow pack members.
"Phib! Amelie!" He howled as he raced across the sands, paws sinking into the depths and making it somewhat of a struggle to come into the battle front.
"Rage!" Cael screamed as his heart solaced, aching with the unfolding events.
Coming behind the punk wolf, Cael gritted his teeth as his focus centered upon both Rage and the antagonizing wolf. With fur bristling upon his back, Cael flung his tail high into the air and took a stance-- orbs falling upon the foriegner as he readied himself for whatever would come next.
"Don't touch her!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 7:32 pm
Hoarsely, Phib snorted and wheeled around the dark wolf’s position. “Don’t taunt me.” He spat. “Your words are pathetic and s**t- what would I do if you killed them? I would be dead! Do you think it matters to me what they do? What you do? I only have control over what I do. I can’t lead them to their deaths no more then you can.” He bristled. “How many wolves have stood in front of me and rambled s**t about what they’d do to my family?”
Things fell quickly- Rage suddenly catapulted into the other male’s side, knocking him towards the black wolf. Dammit- he had told her to stay away. Luckily, he doubted the grey male would be getting a chance to make a retaliation attack on Rage. The stranger was focused on her- and regretfully, turned his back upon the old king.
“You don’t know me Wolf.” Phib bristled bitterly. “You’d best worry about what I’d do to you and yours.” He curtly remarked, and before the adversary could make another jump at Rage, or before another of the wolves could jump in, he streaked forward and promptly clamped his jaws on the ruff of fur right above the shoulders and yanked him backwards with a vicious snap.
The black wolf wheeled again, this time flanking and cutting himself back so he faced opposite of Rage- and blocked the path back between the others, himself and Croanyl- forcing the other male to have to go through him if he wished to continue. But unfortunately- Phib wasn’t even waiting to give the other wolf the choice. He lurched forward with a sharp snapping of teeth, looking to grab the first thing of the stranger that reached his grasp and tear into him.
All the while- Amélie was still screaming, and he hated it. They were not even worth all the screaming- either of them.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 10:15 am
Croanyl fell to the ground again. This time he pushed himself up again, but he appeared weaker, he hated showing weakness almost as much as he hated the fact that that damned girl still was breathing. Phib was interesting to Croanyl, such a wolf had emotions deep within him, and now all seemed to be lashing out in an array of ways to take him down...no matter. Croanyl would just have to work harder wouldn't he?
However he did notice that two others had arrived. Two more males, one larger then the other and with a curled tail. The other seemed more angry at Croanyl for gettin near Rage. This was interesting, perhaps between the girl adn this child there was something? Hmmm...he wondered if he could rip them apart.
Malik moved so he was standing near Cellen and Cael, but keeping a close watch on Amelie as well. Malik didn't particularly like Cael, for Malik had seen Rage first...a whole lot of drama waiting to happen.
Now out of the forested area burst Nix onto the scene. Running frantically, and she skid to a halt behind Cellen. Her eyes widening seeing what was before her. Rage on the ground, Amelie screaming, Phib standing between Rage and...him. She felt somehting in her stomach drop. Not only having found the fact that Arguin was a real wolf, but that the darknened wolf known as Croanyl was still alive after years past made her worry.
Rage watched as Phib attacked and then stood between her and Croanyl, she wanted to rip Croanyl's throat out. Then the scent of Nix came onto the air. And again much to her body's dismay, she pushed up again, trying to stand once again.
"Nix..." she spoke in a hoarse tone, her throat hurting immensely. Nix went to get closer but didn't know what to do until Rage spoke again. "He did it...he started the whole thing..."
"Rage, what're you talking about?" she was confused. Everything was happening so fast.
"He led them to the border...led them to a palce where...where they could follow my scent..." Rage was about halfway up, when she raised her eyes to glare at Croanyl. She knew Phib would be angry. But she prayed he would understand. All this time she blamed herself, yes, she was in part with her pack's undoing, but Croanyl started it.
"He killed them..."
Nix's face was that of shock and horror. Nix knew that Rage's scent had led those two-leg's dogs to the valley, BUt she never understood how they could pick it up. Now it made sense. Croanyl led them to the border, then they caught her scent. Her eyes narrowed and she snarled. Her family was gone...her younger brother that was merely days old was killed, not even able to live life.
Nix moved from where she was to go over to Rage, helping her up. Rage stood again, leaning against Nix ofr support, and both moved to stand beside Phib, as a standoff against Croanyl.
"You two think you could do anything now?" Croanyl snarled. Being faced against Phib was enough to handle, now both of them? His eyes then held a shocked feeling, their eyes...they were different. Their eyes seemed to glow from teh reflection of the crashing waves. Croanyl knew Rage had found out the truth, did Nix know as well.
s**t.
Croanyl took a few steps back from all of them.
"It seems that your plans have fallen through..." Nix spoke outloud. Rage forced a faint smile upon her maw,
"We won't let you hurt them..."
Croanyl took another step back. Glaring at Cellen and Cael. "One day I'll finish this...and you won't be able to save her..." The wind blew harshly, and Croanyl's nose was cast to the wind, a smirk upon his maw. Someone else was coming, bringing something else to the pack. Only time would tell when they would arrive.
Turning he bolted off down the beach. Away form Phib, away from rage and everyone. True, this chapter was done for him, but he'd return adn try to finish what he had started.
Rage felt relieved, and sighed, leaning against Nix she felt light-headed, and slipped and fell over. Nix tried to pick her back up but couldn't, Nix was still too small to do anything but sit at Rage's side. She could feel her eyes welling up with tears...she just couldn't lose Rage. Nix left Rage's side for a moment to walk over to Cellen, and buried her face in his shoulder nad let the tears fall. Nix had stood up to him yes, but she owndered if he'd win in the long run before the day was done.
Rage moved her head so she could look up at Phib, an apologetic look upon her face, "I'm sorry...I tried..."
Malik stoo next to Cael. And now the real question came, what could they do now? How could they even help her if neither he or Cael alone could move her. Nix wouldn't be able to, everything had happened so fast. Malik wondered if he found Croanyl first if all of this could've been avoided.
Rage couldn't get up again, but she hoped Phib wouldn't be mad at her, that was the last thing she wanted. She wanted Phib to be proud of her, for trying to protect them. She wanted Amelie to be safe.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 3:18 pm
Both Cellen and Cael stood there, watching as the brawl between the black and scar tattered Alpha, Phib, and the foreigner brawled once again. The punk wolf arched his curly tail high as his cerulean orbs narrowed towards the strange wolf just as Phib lerched forwards and pummled him towards the ground. A hackle echoed and rumbled forth from his throat as he stood there awaiting whatever might come next or anticipating for what actions would need to be taken.
On the other hand, Cael was shifting his feet within the deep sands of the beach. How he wanted to lunge at the opposing wolfs throat! Rage had already been victimized by Arguin but this wolf-- this newcomber, there was a strange ill feeling that churned within his stomach.
Glancing towards the side as another black furred figure entered the scene, the young adolescent shifted his hears back and looked away.
It was Malik.
Though Cael had only deciphered that the other wolf held a grudge against him for harboring a passion for Rage, he never did understand why there had to be a hostile and ackward sensation between them whenever they came in contact. But, for now, there was no time to let his thoughts muse about Malik.
Rage was in trouble.
"What should we do?" Cael whispered as he turned towards the punk wolf, ears swivling as he tilted his head slightly.
"There's nothing we can do," he spoke hoarsely. "One wrong move and this little brumble will be more of a mess of horlicks." Intaking a deep breath and letting a sigh escape from his maw, Cellen bit his lower lip as he diverted his attention towards the others. Everything was in chaos and everyone was going mad with the high tension that was consuming each individuals train of thought. But someone was missing....
Head check; Phib, Amelie, Rage, Cael, Malik and--
With eyes suddenly widening as he pivoted around, Cellen flicked his tail to the side as there was but another approaching the scene.
It was Nix.
A widespread grin crossed his maw as a relief faded from off his shoulders and his heart. She was safe and that was all that had mattered since he stumbled upon the brawl. Dispatching from the outskirts, both Cellen and Cael repositioned themselves aside both Nix and Rage as their fur bristled upon their backs and their teeth were bared.
They weren't going to let Rage slip away from them without a fight or bloodshed.But before either of them could utter a word, the foreigner evaded and retreated from the scene.
Shifting from forepaw to forepaw, Cellen moved closer towards Nix and was about to plant a gentle kiss upon her maw until Rage toppled over. "You alright, Rage?" He gasped as he stumbled to get his footing. "Cael! Give her a hand mate!"
Practically leaping to his feet, the brown-purple hued wolf rushed towards her with an apathetic frown set upon his maw. It always pained him to see others, especially those close to him, hurt. Slinking onto his stomach as his tail hung low, a small soft whine escaped from his maw.
"You've more courage than anyone," he whispered as he brushed up against her. Pressing his muzzle against hers, he daintly graced her maw with a small lick of affection.
Meanwhile Cellen stood there with his orbs fixed upon both Cael and Rage. Just as he was to take a step forward, Nix buried her face into his tattered fur. His heart ached from facing such tumultious times yet to be with someone-- to share such a love with someone only reassured him that he could not, no, he would not be afraid to give up his life for anyone in the pack.
"Marra, marra, marra..." he warmly spoke as he nibbled upon her ear. "It will be 'right. You're not alone in this brawl and I'll stand by you all the way."
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 8:29 am
Phib stood still while the other male turn and ran, his green eyes seething. He knew better then to give chase- his leg was throbbing as it was, and he wasn’t even off the adrenaline high yet. All of it really didn’t make sense, and he hated it all the more for that. For all the other male had threatened- he’d still been too much of a coward to stop his fleeing. He wouldn’t give the other much consideration as far as respect went, even though he’d already done more damage to the group then any his other enemies in these woods. It angered him to have his wolves wounded by someone he did not respect.
With a low growl he turned away and slowly stalked across the shallow portions of the water. Rage’s voice caught his attention, and he almost walked past it. The old wolf turned and glanced at her from behind, but said nothing at first. It wasn’t in him to give praise to young female wolves who put themselves in danger. He did not want Rage to think that it was up to her to protect anyone. Perhaps it was his more chauvinist side- but he could find no logical reason why not.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he spoke simply, and forced a slight amiable expression on his face. He wasn't mad at Rage- although he would have preffered if she hadn't gotten herself so close to being killed.
With that he somewhat came back out of himself, and snorted bitterly. “Someone make sure he’s gone.” He spoke in the direction of the other wolves collected.
By the time he turned back around- Amélie was standing there, and she was the last person he wanted to see. She was blocking his path and looking at him wide eyed- and he could feel her poking around in his head.
“Get out of my way.” he snapped bitterly at her. The grey female furrowed her brow and started to open her mouth-
“I said to go!” He curtly spoke, and shoved past her.
There wasn’t much the small female could do if he wanted to walk past her- which he did with a shove of his shoulders that caused her to involuntarily take a few steps backwards. She bristled somewhat agitatedly, and skirted off after him as he crossed back onto the beach and sat.
"I don't want to hear it woman-" He snapped.
She sputtered and pulled her head back. "No, no-! Why do we always have to be doing this! Always fighting!"
It was an old argument- and because of that, it mostly faded in comparsion to the others celebrating the victory.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 1:28 pm
Nix didn't hold the tears in or the pain she felt in her heart. She let them flow out of her, still curled and snuggled up against Cellen she was still afraid. She wasn't afraid of losing the battle, it was over. But she knew Croanyl would be back, she was afraid she was going to lose Rage, afraid that she found out the truth. Rage's scent led the two-leggers to their valley...but Croanyl led them close. Which meant...
"He killed them Cellen..." Nix spoke almost choking on her words. All this time she knew Rage probably blamed herself and no matter what would blame herself, but Croanyls et off the chain of events, "Because of him they're all gone...he did it....now...now he tried to take away Rage..."
Malik watched as anger built up inside him as Cael went next to Rage and licked her cheek. But when Phib spoke of making sure Croanyl was gone Malik bolted down teh beach with no words of retaliation. If Cellen adn Cael wanted to stay here, fine. Malik would possibly get recognition over them of doing what Phib asked. So along Malik went down teh beach. Following the scent and trail of blood of Croanyl.
Rage was still laying in the same place as before. Her heart ached and so did her body, but unlike Nix she held it in. She didn't want anyone to know how much she hurt, how her ribs hurt when she breathed deep. She knew Phib would be angry at her later. But she tired. That was the only thing she wanted. However she knew Croanyl would be back... but she wasn't sure what she could do then.
She watched Malik tear down teh beach after Phib spoke, she knew someday Malik would hold a high place in Phib's eyes. Malik seemed to be Phib's son...but things were off from the theory and she knew it.
She knew Cael was close and tried to wag her tail but couldn't even do that. 'If your strong you live if you weak you die...' thats what Croanyl had said before. Rage felt so tired, she wanted to sleep, but knew it was a bad idea. But when Phib seemed to argue with Amelie, she felt even worse, a pang in her heart that made her gasp for a breath. Her heart was still beating rapidly, she knew her heart was not well, she wondered if she had ever mentioned it to anyone here.
She should've...now it was hurting her.
Rage wanted to open her mouth to tell Phib adn Amelie to not fight, she didn't want them too. They shouldn't just because of what trouble she had caused. It was harder for her to breath now, and she felt so tired. She tried to reach out to Amelie, but couldn't, she didn't even have enough will power for that. She tried forcing herself to stand, everything got brighter, her head felt lighter. She couldn't breath but managed to whisper out what Croanyl had said, ''death...is only the beginning..." a faint smile on her maw she looked at Phib and fell over. Passing out on the ground. In her mind images played over and over. But her breath was shallow.
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Croanyl continued down the beach, limping all teh way. He could hear someone approach him from behind and turned to see Malik staring at him with wild red eyes. The wind blew harshly, and Croanyl could smell teh scent of an adversary, and grinned at Malik,
"Something your way it comes... tell Phib that..." Malik went to rush forward but Croanyl bolted off, off of the territory and into the no man lan between pack areas.
Slowly he started back, wondering what Croanyl meant.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 11:11 am
His cerulean orbs widened as he gritted his teeth, ears swiveling backwards as the choked words spoken by his mate mercilessly drove and tore at his heart. Her pains-- no, Nixs' and Rages' pains were brought upon by the dark wolf known as Croanyl, the same wolf whose fangs were quenching to drip with the very blood of the young wolfess who stood against him.
"Marra," he spoke in a hushed, soothing voice as a rumble emitted from his throat, "that manky bloke won't be tryin' to waltz a fight without having to deal with a mess of horlicks and the pack. He'll pay...he'll pay for the lives and blood he's spilt."
The punk wolf would see to it that, even if it meant sacrificing his own life, that no harm would ever, ever, come to his mate, the pack or Rage. Cellen's love could never cease nor even be fathomed (even by himself) for how much Nix meant to him and, for that, he would do anything he could.
Sea green eyes trailed as they watched the black male dart off, pusuing the menacing wolf whose intentions and plan had faultered for the moment. Cael never did understand why Malik hated him so much even when the feelings that Cael felt were nothing as close as hatred towards him...maybe a bit discomfort but never hatred. That emotion never was compatable with his caring, upbeat nature.
A small whine escaped from his maw as he nudged his muzzle against the side of her face. "Rage hang on..." Standing on the side and glancing about as everyone seemed in disarray and kindled with anger, Cael watched in horror as Rage collapsed onto the ground.
"RAGE!"
Stumbling towards her as his heart raced, fear surging through his veins and throughout his entire body, the young adolescent slunk onto his stomach and tenderly licked her.
"Rage...Rage! Get up! Come on! Don't...come on...Hang on..."
Small tears trailed down from his sea green eyes, coarsing down his face as he stayed near the young wolfess.
"Rage..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 2:03 pm
((Just making this post before Were so just to make sure that everyone knows Rage isn't going to die....plus, I think this might clear up anything that might have been confusing ^^ Hope you don't mind Were <3))
So dark. Everything was just so dark. Voices, voices were here too, but she couldn't respond, blackness around her. So cold. Where was she, why, why was this happening now? Getting brighter now, vague images forming before her eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness of this empty space where she was now resided. Her mind, all that was left that she could see or feel. She knew other's were around, but she couldn't respond, she didn't know how to tell them it would be alright. She wished she could speak.
Damn him. Damn him to hell.
'Giving up already?' spoke a voice. Calm as a figure approached. A white like, shaped in the familiar image of someone she once knew, 'I wouldn't think it would be this soon...I gave my life for you...your to live on my account sister...'
She could feel the tears beginning to form, but she was still. Chained to a darkened corner to two other figures beside her. One appearing as herself, but curled up, smaller, shyer. The other the direct reverse of her coloration, crimson red with the markings in black against the pelt. Two sides attached to one, yet not yet whole. Bound by chains to eachother, she couldn't let go. She couldn't get away.
'They want to see you...see you live Rage...give them that, give us that...we rest now and watch you, let us see a life you've made thats worth living sister...leave the pain of the past behind...'
Rage knew she couldn't leave the past and let it be as it was. Croanyl had almost killed her, was in part of her family's undoing. How could she live a worthy life for them, knowing that she had failed them right from the beginning?
Rage was afraid, the red self of her pulling on the chains snarling, wishing to be free, the other huddled up and shaking as a child cold and alone. Rage tried to speak but teh voice spoke agian, now the whiteness fading into black,
'You can get out sister...let them help you... just let go...' with that the image of her sister vanished. Rage alone in her mind again as the images tormented her eyes. Here she was isolated from others, alone and afraid. Her sister said they could help, but how could they if Rage couldn't even let them know she was alright besides the pain that she could live?
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Now withing the worl as Rage lay on her side her body trembled, within ehr mind she was pulling on the chains, trying to let go, to get out but she couldn't. Each side pulling on her, tearing her heart and soul apart. She needed to live, but was afraid of what she might become if she did indeed let go.
Her ears were against her skull as she trembled, murmuring to herself lowly, barely loud enough for any to hear,
"C-can't get out....let me...lemme go..." Her tail wrapped around herself and then uncoiled. She wished to open her eyes again and see Cael, see Phib, see Nix and Cellen and Amelie. But she couldn't do it alone, her spirit had been broken this day, and she was trying hard to be strong again.
But she knew she couldn't do it alone.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 3:27 pm
Phib glowered at Amélie, giving his beloved mate a look that one might have reserved for an enemy. And yet- it was half strung between them. They did argue, and he was mad at her, but he wasn’t really mad at her. Things only became so complicated between them when the differences between their philosophies became apparent. The perfect world Amélie lived in- at least, what Phib had summed it up to be, existed only in the very brief microcosm between her deadened eyes and the end of her nose.
He loved her because of that belief. He liked to think someone could think so well of everyone. But it didn’t stop him from at the same time realizing it was all wishful thinking that amounted to nothing but fluff.
And Amélie knew that- she hadn’t needed to be a seer to see that. What she didn’t like was that he was so hypocritical about it. He liked what she thought, but at the same time, turned around and did the other thing almost in half spite. People probably didn’t know how much their opinions influenced him. She didn’t like that despite all of his stubborn pride and frugal thinking he was so easily controlled by what other people expected of him.
But her thoughts were distracted suddenly by Rage’s distraught ones, and she turned her head just in time to feel Rage’s consciousness drift away from her. It was so compulsive she felt for a moment it had to be connected, and a strangled gasp hushed from her throat.
Somewhat bitterly, Phib shot a glance towards the sudden crowding around Rage, and rose to his feet. His leg was throbbing miserably- but he made an attempt to ignore it as he walked towards the group. Cael suddenly started yelling about Rage- and that quickened his pace.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 11:23 pm
Flowing tears continued to trail from his sea green eyes while it felt impossible for the young adolescent to bear weight upon his paws. His whole composure, every inch of him, was trembling with uncertainty and fear of losing her-- of losing Rage. Slinking down onto his stomach, Cael winced as his heart felt as if it was being mercilessly torn apart, an imaginary invalid driving a sharpened stone into the depths of his chest.
"Rage," he whispered low, voice trailing softly as his ears flattened against his skull.
He turned aburptly as the black, scarred alpha, Phib, was approaching where he laid with the black wolfess. Cael's weary eyes drifted upwards to meet those of Phibs, a tiredsome yet worried expression drowning the light from his eyes.
"Will-- will she be alright?"
He didn't know.
Cael didn't know what to think or how the current situation would fair. Would fate deal him a pleasurable card this time or, like countless times before, would death prevail once again and take away another he loved so dearly?
The punk wolf stood there, his body pressed up against his mates as he rumbled deep in his throat and continuously nuzzled against her while sneaking an occasional kiss upon her muzzle. Like his mate, Cellen also remained unsure and quiet towards the situation. More than ever his mate, Nix, needed him and he was to make sure that she was given the attention and comfort that she needed.
"Everything will be 'right, Marra," he commented as he nipped on her ear. "Everything will be 'right."
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