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 Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:39 pm
A sharp pain erupted in his side. The breath was torn from his chest and Kiros found he could no longer stand on his feet. Blood erupted through his veins and streaked towards his head. He could feel it beating there, forever. His sides heaved heavily against the rich, damp earth. Sop he had been more ‘mad’ than he had ever thought before. Nothing could change the events, but they could the future. He searched his mind for Xan, but found something else instead. It wasn’t a voice, but a subconscious feeling. He felt it, read it, over and over, but he couldn’t believe things would change so quickly.
“You tasted blood, with purpose; there is no more need to hide behind the persona of your past.”
He knew what it meant. There was no more Xan and that other side of him which had held vengeance no longer existed. He was what they considered normal in the mind. Funny how it takes the shock of realizing what you have done to come forward. That was why he had created Xan, after all. Now that he was gone Kiros was all alone.
The though frightened him to no end. His body quivered with a foreign chill. It was all a benign event; no one had been killed, except for a set of morals. However, he found that he could rise to face the stinging fog and mist from the river. It was more distant now, but its powerful roar still echoed in his ears. His eyes flicked towards Jori. She was indeed beautiful with such a bright color. These were his thoughts and no one else’s. She must have had some compulsion to hit him like that. She must have seen something good in him. Of course, he hadn’t seen the arrival of Kara. He had no idea about the true influence behind her motives.
“I told you because you asked,” he muttered as he dug his feet into the thick much of mud. “Does the truth make me anything different?” His eyes still held the hu8rt gaze, but at least he was on his feet now. A small, bitter wind gave a flutter of laughter as it whipped past. He shook his head at some unasked question and turned to leave. His weight fell heavy on his right side as he departed; caked red and brown crunching together against a wound. He would have to follow the river, keep his pains clean. Otherwise, he knew, they would become infected, or worse. But even as he left a piece of him stayed – in the form of a small bad lost in the moment of insanity.
Kara did not see him go, buyt in her heart she knew he was gone. Relief washed over her face. She might have killed him, but she needed to hear his side of the story. In a sense she had lied to Jori, but at the same time she had not. For it was not Kiros she had spoken of as a brother, it was Carius. She had been fully honest when she had said there had been no justice for her to give. All that was true, and far more. As much as she loathed him there was no sport in killed the crazed. So she waited for Jori. She needed to hear the other’s story as it were. Things happened so quickly. She had abandoned the wolf for too long, it was time for her to return to reality. This was her pack now, her responsibility.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:14 pm
From her vantage point on the ground, eye level with the muck of the river, Jori watched him leave. If he was still mad or if he was sane, she didn't know. And she didn't care; it only mattered that he left, that he didn't bother her or Kara anymore.
That was what she told herself, enough that she began to believe it.
For a moment longer she lay prone on the frozen ground, gathering her strength and her wits. Her ribs ached with each breath, but it wasn't deep; it would heal.
Good. A silent snarl crossed her muzzle. Good. The idea of suffering pain in his name... A frustrated growl rumbled in her throat.
What was wrong with her? He hadn't done anything... had he?
Enough.
With only a faint wince the small blue female gathered herself and stood. Mud covered her side, splattering across her sky-blue coat. How annoying. How utterly stupid. Stupid to come here, stupid to stay with that male, and stupid to stop him...
Stupid stupid stupid.
Hissing faintly in pain, Jori forded the narrows and padded her way back towards the heart of the packlands.
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