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 Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 7:47 pm
WoodWhisp breathed as shallow as he could, patiently waiting. He didn’t move, he barely breathed, but inside him his heart was roaring quick with adrenaline. He did everything he could to keep steady but still he shook slightly. Mentally he pleaded, begged, and whimpered for her to accept, for her take his promise. But he prevented himself from saying a word. No, it was obvious she was trying to think, and he would not interrupt her. He had caused her grief enough already, he would not also push upon her a choice she didn’t want to make. He would wait patiently, head rested lightly on her shoulders, for her decision, for her words. Working with Calla had given him patience, and it took every one of those ten years now not to do something rash, not to act on impulse. That was what had gotten him into this situation, the decision to go to White Shadow, to bring her here, to speak those words. Finally he couldn’t keep quiet anymore;
“Twilight.” The name was barely a whisper, a warm, gentle tone, an attempt to comfort her, to quiet her confused, fearful whimpering. As he had said, he would do everything within and beyond his power to protect her.
Calla didn’t respond at first, sensing his regret. She would just have to change that was all. She was unaffected as he removed her arm and set out. Calla moved quickly, easily keeping pace with him despite her shorter stature. Arms stretched behind her head Calla kept on eye on where she was going and the other on Alister beside her. Why had she come here? She still had that one guy from New Eve, but as of today that was indeed over. There was nothing memorable about him anyway, at least Alister was more of a challenge, and she could tell already that every time after would be almost as difficult and entertaining as today had been. But he would give in, he already had. He had turned away her escape opportunity and was now her new Toy by his own choice. So it was a bit of a trip to get here, it would be entertaining none-the-less.
“I’m not THAT bad.” Calla said after a few moments of considering him. Yes, it would be worth it. She would make it worth it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 7:40 pm
"I'm sorry... The words came out as a soft sobbing whisper and Twilight lowered her head, her tail tugging neatly between her legs. What a fool she'd been, a self absorbed, selfish little fool! She should have seen it from before, should have realized something was amiss before she let herself sink into that dark little hole. The wolf that had tainted her thoughts with such lies was long dead, there was no trace of him to be found. Gone, dead, he held no sway over her anymore. Yet even with all that knowledge she'd still fallen into the trap, still let herself sink into despair. "I'm sorry...for snapping at you..." Voice barely above a whisper she couldn't bear to look into the male's eyes. Not after she'd almost ripping him apart because of her own insecurities.
Alister's resignation to his fate had been one born of pure weariness, though right now as he turned the situation over in his head there was nothing but a mixture of brief annoyance, regret and something else. That something else was what was puzzling him, considering he usually knew his own mind well enough, even with the constant intrusions from Twilight. Maybe it was the absence of the wolf's usual prodding that was puzzling him or maybe it was the simple realization that he really hadn't amused himself with anyone in quite a while. A situation which would be remedied quite soon. Fishing the keys for his room out of his pocket he opened the door sparing the woman a brief huff.
"Says you." was his only comment before he took a step back to allow Calla to enter. A brief amusement, nothing more, nothing less.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 3:25 pm
WoodWhisp ran his tongue gently over Twilight’s ear.
“You have nothing to apologize for my dear,” He assured her, “It was my own foolishness that caused this.” He said gently. He truly hoped the black female would be willing to forgive him for all of this, that he had caused. And maybe, with any luck, she would accept him. But from what he had seen so far he was very nearly sure this would not happen, he didn’t deserve it considering the grief he had caused her. The least he could do was apologize, do anything she asked to make up for his blunder. WoodWhisp summoned every inch of his patience as he allowed her to compose himself, but failed to back away. The irrational fear that if he did move he would never get this close to her again, that if he moved away now she would simply disappear, as if this all had been a dream. He had forbidden himself to get his hopes up at every twist and turn of the conversation, but now, as he stood so close to her, his spirits were soaring. Maybe she would, maybe she could.
Maybe maybe maybe, but enough years with Calla had taught him that Maybe’s didn’t mean anything, only facts and strategies. But here he couldn’t help himself, the Maybe’s and the What-If’s running wild through his mind. Maybe he wouldn’t have to be alone, maybe he would be able to spend his time beside her, doing the best he could to fulfill the promise he had made only moments before. A promise he was determined to keep if she would let him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 5:21 pm
Twilight's ear twitched and she shivered unconsciously at the feel of the other wolf's tongue on her ear. A simple movement, that seemed to insignificant but it was enough to spur Twilight's mind into motion. Swallowing she lifted her head slowly ears still drooping slightly though she forced a small smile as she finally met WoodWhisp's gaze. Forgiveness had never been a topic that she'd fully understood but now, now it was starting to make sense.
"I could've ripped you apart just now...and even after all that ranting...you still don't think I need to apologize..." she dipped her muzzle with a soft sigh and shook her head. "Foolishness...forgiveness...adoration...love...They're all the same thing sometimes aren't they?" her voice was soft and she tilted her head to one side as if considering something, the promise...an invitation to trust...something she didn't do often. Something she couldn't afford to do often but in this case...she was willing to make an exception. "That promise...you don't have to promise me anything more than what you're capable of...I'll ask for nothing more and nothing less...Just...don't betray me." Her voice was still soft, still barely above a whisper but the last words held an edge, a clear warning. Don't betray me...if you do...you won't live to regret it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 7:06 pm
WoodWhisp smiled in response as Twilight came up to look him in the eye. He was glad he had been able to calm her down, been able to comfort her. He wasn’t sure what it was that seemed to torment her, but he would not ask. She would tell him in time, he would not press the matter now.
“No, Twilight.” WoodWhisp replied, “You don’t have anything to apologize for. It is my fault for causing you grief.” WoodWhisp insisted, because it was. He had been the catalyst that had started all of this. He had brought her here, he had been unable to keep his own tongue in check. He would not let her take the blame for this, because he had caused it and he knew it. “And anyway, I doubt you would have ripped me apart.” He added, his tone lighter, more joking now. He would at least try to cheer her up, though part of him had given up hope that she would accept his promise. But she wasn’t angry at him anymore, that was a step in the right direction. Maybe one day she would come to accept him, maybe he could prove to her that he was very serious about protecting her, even from Alister if he had to. The foul tempered male did not scare him as much if it meant protecting Twilight in the process.
And then he heard them, those words that didn’t want to sink in at first. The words that sent his entire being soaring. It took a moment, for them to properly sink in, but when they had he let out a yip and moved towards her. Tail wagging happily behind him he rested his head on her shoulder. “I would never be able to do that Twilight.” He promised, catching the edge in her words, but they were not enough to dampen his joy, “I will do everything I can for you.” He restated his words, as if to reassure her that his words were true, that they would never change.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 6:29 pm
A soft almost purring growl sounded from Twilight's throat and she gave a grin hearing the challenge. "Oh? Care to test that theory?" Tail wagging she tilted her head, catching one of his ears between her jaws and tugging on it lightly, playfully she growled and pawed at him. There was no malice in the growls, merely playful amusement as her tail swayed behind her. Releasing his ear long enough to flash a grin at him, she pounced on him with a light laugh. "Well then~ My first request is that you amuse me." she said paws resting lightly on his shoulders. The sudden shift in the female's mood would have scared anyone, anyone in their right mind that is. But Twilight could care less right now.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 7:06 pm
~Time Skip: 1 Month~
Early February
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 7:07 pm
The clouds above were gathering darkly as Calla stood at the gate of White Shadow, the smell of rain was in the air. Even the birds were quiet, hiding away from the coming storm. The wind was gentle now, but was certainly beginning to pick up force, pushing Calla’s hair back to reveal her brown eyes, staring forward in a dull manner. The woman noticed none of this, of course, there were far too many things running through her mind. Or rather there was nothing running through her mind, she had forced it all aside, forced herself not to think about it. Staring forward, eyes not focused on anything in particular, a grim look on her face as if she stared down death. Oblivious to the wind, the clouds, the rustling of trees, the people bustling through the fort, or even the fact that WoodWhisp was no longer beside her. A distant roll of thunder reached ears, summoning back Calla’s thoughts. She crunched the numbers again.
It had been one month since she had first “Visited” Alister. For two weeks she would come and bother him almost as frequently as ever other day. And then, she had stopped, mildly worried. Another two weeks passed, maybe she was late? No, she had never been late a day in her life. So could it be? No that was impossible, she was a WolfRider! Not to mention it was a very rare thing, and she had gone through various toys for years and it had never happened. So why now? Why Alister Shields?
Another distant roll of thunder, and Calla forced all these thoughts from her mind. It took a great amount of will, an amount she didn’t really have right now, to step forward, to walk into the fort. It wasn’t her usual confident stride; it was obvious she was postponing something. She moved through the fort, blind eyes not really looking for him. In all actuality she was half hoping she wouldn’t find him. She wasn’t sure why she was scared, why the thought of being anywhere near Alister right now scared her. And beneath that, that was an anger rolling slowly, waiting for it’s chance to surface, to roar it’s head and lash out.
The minute Calla had slid from his back WoodWhisp had moved into the fort, his nose futilely trying to find Twilight’s sent in the muddled mess of scents in the fort. He called out her name as he went, searching her out. Panic coursed through him, pushing him ever onward, seeking her out. This was bad, this was very very bad. And the worst part was that Calla didn’t even know why it was bad, but WoodWhisp did. And even now WoodWhisp would not tell her, he would take that secret to his grave. He needed to find Twilight, he needed to tell her, he would need her help if they were to keep this whole thing under control. God he almost hoped Alister wasn’t in the fort right now; it would probably be better if he wasn’t, probably end so much better. Maybe, maybe Calla would change her mind, decide to go home and never come here to see him again. That would be good, that would be very good. But that wasn’t going to happen; she had already applied for the Transfer. She had every intention of telling him even though the very notion terrified her.
Damn it where was Twilight!
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:59 pm
Winter was a wonderful thing, most of the time. Winter meant they could all relax without the threat of being called out to stem an assault by centipedes. Winter however, was not a wonderful time when it was threatening to rain and rain hard. Which was why Alister found himself confined to the very edge of the training field watching Twilight as she bolted across the field chasing some poor hapless apprentice and their bonded. What the apprentince and pup done to annoy the ebony female, he had no idea. Had they even done anything to aggravate Twilight? That question was still very much up in the air. What was clear was, the apprentice was going to get some exercise whether or not he wanted it.
A clap of thunder sounded over head, and he glanced up watching the lightning dancing through the dark clouds. What foul weather. He was actually considering the comfort of his room, which was beginning to sound like a very good idea as the wind howled through the forest and across the training grounds causing the unfortunate apprentice to stumble and come very close to getting nipped from Twilight.
Shaking his head he turned heading back into the building. When you're done terrorizing that boy you can find me in my room, if you're so inclined to join me. With that he began to make his way back to his room to rummage through his collection of books.
How dare that little insolent RUNT?!
Twilight's mismatched gaze darkened and she snapped at the apprentice's heels, growling when the pup turned to try and advert her from its rider. Such tactics were in vain however, as the ebony female snapped at the pup too herding it away from the apprentice for a while before resuming her 'hunt' for the wretched little thing. Insolent, wretched, little brat. Lips curling back in a snarl, she lounged at the boy delighting in his squeal of surprise and fear as she almost pulled him down. Of course such screams were being drowned out by the thunder, not that it mattered to her if anyone heard him.
Changing direction as the wind picked up causing the apprentice to stumble, Twilight gave a savage grin lengthening her stride. Just a few more feet and she'd have him. Just a few more feet. Muscles bunching she leapt dragging the shrieking boy down with her, fangs gleaming she made quick work of one sleeve and half the boy's pants, even as the pup circled and yowled trying to distract her. Oh she wouldn't kill him...oh no...she'd never go as far as that. She was going to make certain he knew better than to mess with her again.
One black clawed paw resting on the unconscious boy's chest, Twilight lifted her head, ears perked up and tail swaying. Cocking her head to one side as she listened to Alister's words, she gave a faint grin abandoning her 'prey'. Stalking past the wolf pup she bared her fangs just enough in a wicked grin before trotting off after her rider or rather in his general direction. A familiar scent was on the wind and she intended on finding out just why the wolf was here.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 12:02 pm
Though her pace was slow Calla soon found herself almost halfway across the fort. Thunder rolled overhead again, her senses immediately focused on the noise, subconsciously she knew she was only postponing the inevitable, but at the same time she had no desire to stop doing so. One word, one question constantly running through her mind, mocking her. Why? Why? Why? Why didn’t she see this coming? Why didn’t she stop it? Why had she been so attracted to him of all people? Calla forcefully shook these thoughts from her head as the thunder rolled away and faded, only to be replaced by another familiar noise.
A stride she would know from a mile away, a stride she shouldn't know, footsteps that could be associated with only one person, Alister Shields. Inexplicable fear welled up in her, tainted with anger and the need to protect. Instinct kicked in and within seconds she had turned and pulled her guns, sure enough not far away there was Alister, coming ever closer, though it didn’t seem as though he had noticed her yet. To make her point she cocked the guns, pulling back the hammers slowly, meticulously, reveling in the loud click they emitted as they settled into place. It took all of her self-restraint and a bit of soothing from WoodWhisp to prevent her from pulling the trigger then and there, before he even had a chance to defend himself. He was bad, and she knew that he could only get worse from here. Nothing good could come from this situation and she knew it full well, she should just kill him now. But she couldn’t, he deserved to know before she was forced to shove him out of her life, she had to protect it above all else, especially from him.
WoodWhisp had paused at the edge of the field, his thoughts becoming jumbled as he watched Twilight run. And then humor surged and he couldn’t help but start laughing as she tormented the recruit and his pup, his panic and worry forgotten now. It wasn’t until she started coming back in his direction and his laughter had died down that he properly remembered why he had been in such a rush before. His panic and sense of dread came flooding back, preventing him from stopping to enjoy the scent of her brought to him briefly on the chaotic winds.
“What did he…?” He started, before shaking the thought from his head and standing back up to rush to her side, “Not important, we have a big problem and…” He paused mid sentence, soothing Calla whom he had felt a surge of anger from, “And I’m going to need your help. Calla’s about to KILL Alister.” WoodWhisp explained, picking up his pace toward where their riders were, looking back over his shoulder to Twilight to make sure she was still behind him.
“I know I promised to protect you, but I can’t do this on my own.” He whispered before turning his attention back towards the front, he could see Calla, her stance stiff and her guns drawn, and redoubled his pace.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 6:49 pm
If anyone had told him he was going to be on the business end of two guns earlier, he would have called them mad. As it stood however the warning clicks were the only thing that dragged him from his stupor. His first instinct was to turn gun in hand and aimed in the direction of the offending person. However as soon as he caught sight of just who it was, his arm lowered slightly but not fully.
A slight quirk of one eyebrow was the only question asked even as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Something was off about this whole situation. And that something was more than enough to make him weary. Well more weary than he usually was around Calla anyway. Something was seriously off...instinct or self preservation he didn't know which had him taking a cautious step back.
A slight tilt of Twilight's head was all she could manage as she listened to the other wolf before her ears titled back and her tail gave a slightly irritable twitch. "Dare I ask just why she wants to kill him this time?" There was worry lancing her words as she trailed WoodWhisp. Ever since Calla had started turning up on a regular basis, it had become a custom for fire fights to break out between the two riders. But this...this was different.
Giving a slight growl Twilight slipped between the two humans settling herself in front of Alister. True she never agreed fully with most of the things he did but if anyone was going to get a chance at killing him it would be her.
"Tell her to stand down WoodWhisp." Head lowered Twilight ignored the question from her rider instead keeping her gaze and attention on Calla. Alister she could deal with, Calla was something of a mystery to her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 7:58 pm
Instinct kicked in as Alister finally noticed her and drew his own gun. Calla’s vision focused solely on Alister, solely on the raised gun she now stared down. It didn’t matter that it had fallen slightly, and she didn’t even notice Twilight stand between them. All that mattered was that he intended to kill her, intended to kill it. She had been right all along, he could not be trusted any more than anyone else, she would have to take him out in the end. A man such as him didn’t deserve to live, and it was with this train of thought that she pulled the triggers, not even pausing to take her usually meticulous aim, and prepped the guns for another shot. Anger had welled up inside her now, double-bladed with her instincts and laced with her fear she lashed out. Her mind a frenzy of chaos, unable to be reached by even WoodWhisp. All she could think was that she had to protect it, she couldn’t let him anywhere near it or her. Alister was bad, he could only cause harm and pain and suffering and she had to put a stop to all that. She had to put a stop to him, and that meant putting a stop to his existence. Calla fired another shot, again failing to take her usual careful aim, waiting for his image to crumple before her so she could know it was safe, so she could know she had protected it.
“Because she has this thing about men and children.” WoodWhisp explained vaguely, though at the same time he wanted to be sure that she would understand. But as much as he loved Twilight, Calla was his Bonded and he had to protect her as well. If Twilight actually attacked he didn’t know how he would react, which he would defend. WoodWhisp couldn’t think about this now, when the time came to act he would, but if he thought about it he would only corrupt himself. Right now there were much more important things to worry about.
“I-I don’t think I can do that Twilight. I can’t even get a good grasp on her mind, let alone get here to hear me.” WoodWhisp explained, his tone was almost pleading as Calla fired off her first shot, “She’s running on instinct. Please, stop and listen for a moment!” WoodWhisp insisted as another shot rang off. He knew he was going to make his argument fast, Twilight was just as attached to Alister as he was to Calla, though she was less likely to admit this fact.
“You can’t tell Alister this, I never wanted to have to tell anyone this, but Calla’s past is one giant repressed memory.” WoodWhisp’s words were rushed, knowing at the rate Calla was going Twilight would have to attack, “She watched a man beat his son to death, that’s festered into a fear of men of any sort being anywhere near children. Alister is going to have to talk her out of this one!” WoodWhisp insisted, placing himself between Calla and Twilight as his rider fired off a third round of shots.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 8:53 pm
Another cautious step back avoiding the first shot carefully keeping a fair distance from the glowering black wolf. Whatever it was that had spurred this flurry of shots and apparently homicidal nature in the woman had managed to annoy Twilight as well. Twilight never got this riled up unless an apprentice wronged her and those times were few and far between. The second and third shots rang out clearly dragging him from his thoughts but a moment too late. One grazed his arm while the other lodged itself in his arm drawing a hiss from the man as the gun slipped from his grasp.
Taking a stumbling step back and grasping his injured arm Alister slid down to one knee even as Twilight circled around him to steady him. "Dammit all woman was that really necessary?" There was more than a hint of irritation in his voice as Alister kept his grip on his injured arm starring up at the woman over Twilight's shoulder.
Really, all the other times he'd been shot at he'd actually done something to deserve it, not this time however. He'd done nothing to deserve this sort of treatment. A brief flicker of confusion darted through his narrowed eyes but a slight shiver from Twilight drew his attention away for the briefest of moments. That lapse in attention however resulted in nothing remotely useful considering the black wolf was keeping any and all thoughts to herself. A growling, bristling barrier but beyond that he was on his own.
Fur on end, Twilight gave a frustrated snarl staying silent as she bristled and growled keeping her lithe form between Alister and Calla. She really loved the other wolf, really loved him but her first loyalty had and would always be to Alister which might very well be the end of her one of these days.
"Talk her out of this one? Talk? I don't exactly think she's inclined to talking WoodWhisp." There was agitation there, and a building fear that only increased when the copper tang scent of blood hit her full force. Had it been anyone else, she would have already ripped them up. Had it been anyone else she wouldn't have been arguing with another wolf. But it wasn't anyone else she was staring down, it was someone who had earned her respect and for that she was well and truly confused.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 8:06 am
Calla watched him stumble and fall, and smiled. But still she didn’t put her guns down, something didn’t seem right just yet. And then she heard him speak and knew he wasn't dead, but at the same time it seemed harder to pull the trigger. Maybe it was the fact that she was saddened by the need to kill him. It was a necessary thing, a required thing if she wished to raise it in peace, but at the same time some part of her was saddened by it. She didn’t personally want him gone, but she had to protect it first, and that meant she would have to take him out. Protecting it was the most important thing right now, that was all she could think about, all that could run circles through her mind. He was pinned now, and she knew that. She took a deep breath, and this time paused to take careful aim. A quick shot to the head, a swift mostly painless death. Just because he had to die didn’t mean he had to suffer. She was more humane than that, no one deserved to suffer before they died. And maybe she could show him that the moment before he died. Maybe he would learn some lesson from it. No, no she doubted it. Men never learned, men existed only to cause harm and pain and she was doing a favor in taking out another of the foul species. She had to protect it, that was her first priority, it had to be her first priority. WoodWhisp had tried to talk her out of it, but what did he know? He was a man. But he had also proven himself to be loyal and trustworthy, he had proven to Twilight that she could trust him and Twilight was a logical thinker, Calla could respect that knowing that if WoodWhisp overstepped his boundaries Twilight would act appropriately. Alister on the other hand had not proven such, and thus Calla had never properly trusted him. No man ever could or ever would be able to prove themselves to be trustworthy. It was against their base natures. Carefully, slowly, Calla pulled back the hammer, her aim unfaltering.
WoodWhisp could feel the growing irritation from Twilight, and the overwhelming anger and fear from Calla. He made an attempt to contact her again, to get her to listen, but still he could not be heard above the confusion in her mind. But he could also feel it falter, for just a split second. She didn’t want to kill Alister, not completely.
“It’s not that she’s disinclined.” WoodWhisp said, arranging his words carefully, but at the same time he had to speak quickly, Calla was taking aim for the kill shot, “It’s that she feels this is necessary! She doesn’t want to but she thinks it’s required.” WoodWhisp tried to explain, not sure if any of this was going to make sense to Twilight at all. After all, how could it make sense to anyone else if it didn’t even make sense to Calla? It only made sense to WoodWhisp because he knew the whole story, the whole story had eaten away at him for years! He had never thought it would turn into this though, he had thought he would never have to bring that up, that she could live her life in peace like she wanted.
“She doesn’t understand why, Alister might be able to stop this.”
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 9:16 am
Tossing her head in irritation Twilight gave a growl of annoyance pacing to and fro in front of Alister trying her best to resist the urge to simply bite the woman. A quick n**, a short near fleeting sort of pain that might work to snap the woman out of it long enough for her to hear reason. That of course seemed highly unlike though considering just what she intended on doing. Lips curling back in a snarl she turned her attention and irritation on WoodWhisp. "And dear WoodWhisp, pray tell me just why she thinks this is required? And make the explanation short before I give into my instincts." Twilight was irritated and it was beginning to show. She'd felt the brush from Alister and had promptly shut him out.
It took a moment for him to realize fully just what the woman intended to do and in that moment Twilight crossed his field of vision obscuring his view of the woman who was intent on killing him. That realization however was more than enough to send a sliver of pure fear down his spine.
Death in general didn't scare him, death by centipede scared him even less, staring down the barrel of gun was a different story depending on who was holding the gun. True he'd been shot at before, shot before but to have someone aiming a gun at his head with every intent to truly kill him, that was a different story. Slowly and cautiously he eased back onto the ball of his heel. One wrong move and he'd be forced to try and dodge a shot to the head.
"Calla...care to explain why you intend to kill me?"
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