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 Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 1:29 pm
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 1:40 pm
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 2:28 pm
The Kiros inside was pained for the black Alpha. He seemed so cold and heartless. He could care less for another wolves life except those of the pack, he said it himself. And Kiros inwardly believed it was not a ploy. The Seer was not talking in his mind now, which might help situations. Kiros tried moving his eyes, no such luck. He wanted to speak, to stop, but there was no way once Xan had taken control.
Xan chuckled, turning towards the Alpha. This all seemed amusing for him in one sense or another. He certainly seemed to talk a lot. "If I leave, I won't leave with my tail tucked, but raised high. And mark my words, I will be leaving, and I don't think I shall fight you. You are foolish if imagine I would think to challenge an Alpha, no, I wouldn't do such. Your battle experience is far better than mine, how else would you hold such a position? Perhaps I shall return once I have shaped this body to my will, but for now, I can't say I'd ever win.
"I will speak to whom I wish." hissed the crazed wolf, his eyes flashing in defiance. He would flee on nimble legs if the time came. Though he would surely perish in a fight, Xan was sure he could flee with quick-footed elegance. Now was the not time or place to injure this body, and he certainly wouldn't do such to Kiros, no matter how many harsh words he snapped towards the lone.
Though the blue did have a son, this was intriguing news indeed. Perhaps if he took one of the blights he would have something to play at. The seer seemed to feel pity for him. What was life with pity? It did no good, it only brought sorrow and remorse to those who had it. Life could not be run with such a soft heart. Wolves killed to survive. Yet, she could probably here all of such thoughts rushing through his mind. Seers, how he hated them.
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 2:53 pm
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 3:16 pm
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 3:31 pm
Xan chuckled, he almost liked this Alpha. So dark and demonic, he had prowess and power, someone he could learn to be on level terms with. That is if he ever got over his blood malice. There was no true hatred in Xan, never was nor ever would be. What angered him was this Demon creature that called itself Flammen. It posed as doing well for the thing that housed its body, but it didn't seem to wish such. Xan never would have stepped out, but he hated Seers inside his mind. There was no reason to be here now, so he let go of his control. Let the one named Flammen feed the one named Eisig lies. Wouldn't it just come out later and dig Eisig's mind into insanity?
"You speak truthful words, Alpha. May your pack live long and prosper. As to you, Flammen," his tail flicked and two cold eyes focused on the femme. "Whatever ploy you echo, I hope you fail miserably. I hope we meet again someday, goodbye." So Xan receded into Kiros, letting the blue take control once more over the gold, though he kept his eye focused on the world, guiding Kiros is what he wished.
Kiros wiggled a foot, turned in a circle, wagged his tail, bared his teeth, even rotated a few ears, before letting out a huge drawn sigh of relief. He ignored the Alpha, he could not deal with one so cold, at least as he percieved it, but showed respect towards the one who had tried to help.
"I'm sorry. Xan gets. . . carried away sometimes." The change in his voice was evident. There was a sweet music to it, rather than a hoarsness contained by the other. This was Kiros the vegetarian, the one who couldn't bear to take a life. He spoke what words he could with kindness, losing control to Xan only when matter enfumed the creature to no end.
Xan was not bad, Xan was misunderstood. There was a time when Xan's bloodlust was so high he would slaughter whatever he could find. There was a time when there was only Xan, never Kiros. Now Kiros had softened Xan, if only slightly. There was a trust between them, even if Xan though Kiros filth. And the one good trait they both possessed, truth. Kiros had told lies as a pup, but never Xan. Xan had cursed him for such actions, Xan would never tell a lie, and his promises were kept. Kiros had learned this aspect, his lies were few and far between. Vanished now, it seemed, for lack of wolves to meet.
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 3:53 pm
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 5:55 am
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 7:48 pm
Kiros listened intently to Flammen, though he now could not find himself to trust the female on any accounts. She herself may have been good, but he had spent to much time with Xan to think that the demon within Eisig was not wholly bad on the inside. It made him afraid. With Xan, his evil was apparent, if he was going to kill you or harm you most often he told you, and his lies were none. If he didn't tell you, he could go either way, but if he said he would never harm you, it was fact. Since he was not Flammen, and not Eisig, he did not know what went on in their muddled minds, there was no way of knowing the secrets that dwelled, and he was once again seeking the protection of Xan. That's what Xan was there for, his guardian. A cold, bloodthirsty guardian, whom he could trust. Strange characteristics, but he had no choice to such.
Not to mention the demon within Eisig confused Kiros. He talked of Xan as being another wolf, but Kiros thought of Xan of being himself, or at least that's what Xan told him, and Xan had never lied. Xan told Kiros that he was Kiros, and that he was the part of Kiros that sheltered Kiros from himself by literally becomming another wolf. Of course, Xan's words were much harsher, and Kiros often had to delve into their hidden meanings.
So Kiros forced himself to look into those purple ice and uttered one soft and solemn word, "Nothing."
Kiros still avoided the King's eyes, keeping his gaze directed towards the earth, searching for smells to distract his mind from the present situation. There was nothing for him here, Xan had strayed to silence, and it made Kiros feel empty inside. For once in his life, instead of ridding himself of Xan he began wishing for the creature.
With the loss of this eternal voice he knew he would lose a piece of himself. Perhaps he should simply accept Xan for what he was, not conform, but accept and admit, understand. He loathed and scorned upon the things that Xan thought and felt, wishing them only to dissapear and never reawaken within 'them', but they could not be stopped, so why not just let them be, and at least try and comprehend.
He wagged his tail, and took his leave, soft dirt spinning under a heavy weight as he rotating his travel to elsewhere. Eisig had found where she belonged. . . Perhaps someday he would, too.
He began his journey, pausing only once to look back at the femme. May you see Flit again, and may he and your blood be well.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 9:48 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 4:44 pm
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