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 Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 12:18 pm
.::.The Past still remains Painful...: Jaxom/Maverick.::. RonsoStryder Pain.
There was a slight recognition to his surroundings as his mind had created a wall of seclusion around him, no recollection or attention directed towards anything than the forlorn path in front of him.
Lacerations and gashes countlessly adorned his skin telling the tale of a recent battle that had erupted yet between who and why remained oblvious and shrouded from the open. There was no need to speak of the disaster that had unfolded nor did he want to...it was too painful to tell of the truth he had uncovered and of his own kin that had betrayed his pack. But, as always, there were two sides to the stories.
Forged by the grief and fury that had long inhabited his heart, Jaxom had slowly transformed himself from a chivalrous individual to that of a fiendish creature who had ultimately became one whom he despised. Such acts of hatred and bloodlust had driven him to brutality, erasing the wolf he use to be and giving birth to a monster yet such heartaches were known to control the individual like that of a marionette puppet.
The tawny and carrot colored male had fallen victim to his own twisted emotions.
Limping slightly upon his left, front paw, the young adult snorted a misty steam from his maw as emerald eyes scanned round about. "I am alone again," he muttered as his orange tipped tail swayed in a nonchalant manner behind him. "I will always be alone and only a shadow."
As the pain was building up within his body, Jaxom gritted his teeth and slowly sat himself down on his haunches. He needed rest...just some time to gather his thoughts and his strength. Sinking onto his stomach in a bit of a collapsing grace, the tawny and carrot colored male closed his eyes.
Whether or not he would arise again remained unknown or if this was the end to a young life.
((Bleh...><)) Sika-chan (( is it snowing?.....it is now!! bwhahaha XD *wants snow*
*forshamed* i suck compared to you dud e<3))
Pure white surrounded him, no matter where he looked. Maverick had never really been out by himself, and yet even now he wasn't truly alone. Only a few paces back he was being followed by his sly friend Kytos. Yet according to Kytos, Maverick didn't know he was there yet.
Nonetheless it was somethign to do. Confussing the Blue and black fox was one of Maverick's hobbies, and he continued this hobby by rnning around in circles, mucking up his scent in all directions.
Maverick smiled to himself and he took off into the snow, diving into the dunes of snow as if it were water, then popping his head out like a mole. He continued this game of his until he came upon a a scent. He stopped dead in his tracks when he caught it, his tracks being burried in snow except for his little nose poking out from the snow. The scent was new to him, but he did know it to be another wolf. For all he knew this wolf was dangerous, expecially when he smelt the copper tinge of blood in the air and the fact that it was slowly gorwing stronger.
Maverick figured he could easily hide in the snow and not make himself known to this other wolf, letting him seem harmless and be ignored. Curiousity got the best of him, however, and he popped his little head out from the snow slowly, casting his amber his towards the source of smell.
A large tawny, carrot wolf layed before him, merely a few yards away. He was older then maverick, but maverick knew he wasn't too old. Maverick watched the wolf, frozen in place at the sight of this unknown wolf. THe older wolf's battle wounds made him scared, and made Maverick not want to be anywhere near him. BUt when the older wolf laid on the ground, in a defeated manner, Maverick's courage returned at the thought that maybe this wolf was harmless due to his wounds.
He slowly crawled out from his fort of snow and padded slowly toward him, stumbling when his feet found a hole in the ground covered in snow. He let out a soft growling bark as he approached and huddled close to the ground. Even if he had courage, he still knew better than to challenge this older male accidently. Submissive was the way of things. RonsoStryder ((Awww..Maverick is so cute! XD Don't worry 'bout your skills Sika, you'll get the hang of it ^^. *use to suck hardcore*))
A soft, chilling sensations of the remnant snow left isolated from winters brunt caused a slight shiver to stir within him but, for the most part, he did his best to supress the feeling. It was rest, the chance to just fade away into a captive sleep, that appealed to him. For once, he just wanted to fade away and forget everything.
But the silence 'round about him was broken.
The sound of pitchy paws, small nails scratching upon the earths rugged face almost seemed to echo within the secluded forest. Tawny ears perked up in mere intrest- curiosity to see what drifted his way. But before he rose up his head from ground, the strangers scent wafted past his nose.
Just from the scent that lingered heavily closeby, Jaxom chuckled softly. It was a pup...and a fox? "Hmmm..." he mused as he slowly shifted himself upwards, his tawny fur meshed with dirt and snow. "I wonder why he's out here," he remarked softly, emerald eyes watching as the young pup approached him.
It wasn't until the foreign pup slinked towards him, wuffing low in submission that the tawny and carrot colored male found himself somewhat baffled. He quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly.
He'd never had a pup show sudden submission towards him as, with the other pups he had met from his days in Shaoilin Woods, a typical trait was one that was fearless, challenging and one who asks unlimited questions. Was he really that intimidating? Several other pups had made it clear that any ounce of vicious nature seemed to skip ones consideration especially after one would gaze upon the obscenely bright orange that lathered his tawny hide. Yet, perhaps, it was the crimson that tainted his hide and the scars...the smell of blood was never welcoming to any nose that caught hold of its scent.
But not all pups are the same, he thought as he smiled warmly to the newcomber and to the small fox that trailed just aside him.
"You're in no need to fall into submission, pup," he commented with soft, tired voice as his stamina had yet to conjure to its full potential, "I'd never lay a paw on you." As his eyes met with those of the pup and trailed over to the small fox, Jaxom was rather curious. "What are you doing out here? Don't you have a pack?"
Though he'd like to believe that every pup had a family somewhere, roaming about the woods, it wasn't so. Many times wolves were savagely killed by mankind and their own kin, spilling blood in response to the cravings to power and dominance. He would know...his own pack was ravaged by mankind and, as a result, he was left forlorn within the woods.
Still, he hoped that the young pups story wouldn't be like his. No- no one deserved to find cruel fate and cheat death too closely. Sika-chan (( lol my little mole puppy X333
well its been literally forever since i last rped....*le sigh* ))
Maverick raised his head slightly, cocking it to the side. The older wolf had asked him a question that he slightly didnt want to answer, but what harm could it do, it wasn't like he would turn Maverick into his mom. Maverick pushed himself up so that he sat on his haunces. Kytos sat close by Maverick, wrapping his tail around the pup's front paws.
Maverick glances at the fox then turned back to the older wolf quickly. He puffed out his chest slightly and put on a sly mask. " I am out here for fun. Being around my siblings is slightly boring. " He then shrugged then looked back over to Kytos. " ALthough it seems I'll never get a moments peace."
Kytos caught the referance made to him and rolled his eyes. But he said nothing, keeping his wise eyes locked onto the older wolf.
Maverick smirked then turned his eyes back to The wolf. " Why are you out here..." His amber eyes trailed over his wounds slowly. " And why are you all banged up? Did you get into a fight?" RonsoStryder This was intresting.
His orange tipped tail swayed behind him, casually as it brushed upon the earths surface of tumbled rock and remnant snow as his emerald eyes onlooked the two with a rather intrigued curiosity.
The pup before him was, in truth, brave to be out and away from the shelter of his pack. If he were to stumble into foreign territory- well, that could possibly lead to the downfall of ones very life. Jaxom snorted a mist from his nostrils as the mention of 'fun' was nothing but a hoax.
"There's nothing that's 'fun' out here," he replied with a mild snap. Did some wolves truly remain oblivious to the vile secrets within the woods? As if it was only a dream, he silently thought. "But if you consider being ravaged by the two-leggers and feral packs an adventure," he continued as a twisted grin slowly crept upon his maw, "then you're in the right place."
His orange dipped paws clenched onto the earth below as the question pertaining to his reasons kindled a slight anger within him but it was fair to answer since he had questioned the pup for motives of wandering. Jaxom's tawny ears swivled upwards as a soft sigh escaped from his maw.
"Why am I out here?" The adult gamma repeated as he crossed his front paws over one another, seeking a more comfortable position. "I was searching for someone but they had transformed into someone I could not recognize..." His voice was somewhat gruff, hinted with remorse and the weight of pain that still hung upon his shoulders. The effect of loss and realizing that everything you've ever sought was gone still reigned upon his emotions.
Then the second question came; his scars.
Jaxom rumbled low, slightly agitated as his ears flattened. This was the one subject he didn't wish to speak about but, perhaps, it would do him good if he spoke to someone rather then penting up the feelings within. Thus, taking another breath to keep him from being consumed by his anger, he began again.
"I got in a fight with my own brother...about our pack and those we had left behind when mankind savagely marauded our packlands with fire and guns that echo like thunder. We just- I- my logic was twisted and shrouded from learning of the death of our pack and...." his words stumbled, yeilding as even saying his past lovers name was difficult to speak of. She was a prize, beauty unfathomable and a spirit that was compassionate and caring.
She was...
"Zahima." Sika-chan "I am staying where it is safe." Maverick frowned slightly at the fact that he was being lectured to by a stranger. " I am safe as long as I stay in the area...and with Kytos of course."
Maverick cocked his head to the side again, his ears folding back slightly as he sensed the elder wolf's anger. BUt as the anger quelled and a story began, Maverick listened. The story frightened him slightly, but he wouldnt let the elder wolf know. He sat there still as a statue. But Kytos flicked his tail in aggiatation. He wanted to move on, and deep down he wanted to stay away form this other wolf, and thought Maverick should too.
"Za-hi-ma?" Maverick tested the name, frowning slightly at the unfamiliar syllables then shrugged, laying down upon the ground, resting his chin on his front paws. " Sounds bad...." RonsoStryder Jaxom closed his eyes, contorted and riled emotions dissapating from within him, and shook his head. "She was my childhood friend and soon-to-be mate. Everything and everyone was taken by the fires that mankind had forged that night."
Faint memories of the horrific scenes flashed through his mind; the audible howls of the night and crashing of the thunder sticks resounded throught his every train of thought. They never left him at peace, they always lurked within the back of his mind and haunted him unceasingly. Such gruesome memories never could be put at ease...
The tawny and carrot colored male opened his eyes slowly. Reawakening himself from the confines of his shrouded mind, he shook his head as if he was whisking such undesirable remembrances away and off of him. It was then that Jaxom realized that he hadn't even inquired of the young pups name or that of his accomplice.
His chivalrous and warm manners were befalling him.
He smiled sheepishly. "Forgive me for my actions...I haven't been myself lately. My name is Jaxom, I hail from Seer's Cliffside just North of these woods." His tone was softer, a friendlier approach seeing that he wasn't such the intimidator like his brother, Damu, and that itself was a whole different genre of wolf.
Brutality versus shrouded innocents.
Brawls between the two brothers were only result of the loss of reason and logic. Yet, in Jaxom's defense and strange belief, Damu was a traitor...a fiend! He had taken the lives of his pack by abandoning his watch!
Justice had yet to be served and, as the scars and gashes as a sheer testament, Jaxom would sooner or later have to confront his brother once again.
But, for now, he needed to divert every thought about his twisted sibling and focus on the pup and fox in front of him. Jaxom wasn't crazy...he was just lost in a swell of emotions.
Inquiring to both the fox and pup, he smiled."And you are?" Sika-chan Kytos merely turned his head the other direction as he was addressed, yet didnt take his eyes off of Jaxom. Maverick sighed at his companion and lifted his head off of his paws.
" I'm Maverick, and this is Kytos," he nodded in the direction of the huffing fox beside him. " Uhhh I'd tell you where I'm from, 'cept i don't know the names." He rolled the thought in his mind a bit then nodded, he had no idea, just knew how to get to and from it. " i'm always told I should, but I tend to forget--"
" Or ignore.." Kytos muttered.
Maverick glared at his friend then shook his head, looking back at Jaxom. RonsoStryder For a few moments, the eyes of the tawny and carrot colored male rested upon the small, blue and black hued fox with a rather uncertain glance. He had never come into close kinship nor contact with the descendents of the wolf but within Kouji's pack they were a worthy asset in missions concerning spy tactics and evasive actions. They were honorable but, to say the least, haughty in some cases.
Jaxom rolled his eyes as his focous fell soley upon Maverick. He was a good pup...from what he could tell, he had a kind heart and a strong sense of curiosity. He couldn't help but chuckle as it seemed difficult to recall where exactly he was from but, even better, Kyto's remark only let a wide grin grace his orange hued maw.
"It's alright, no worries," he replied as he slightly lifted himself upwards and slid his front paws outwards. To stretch and relax was something that presented itself often yet each time he endeavored in such task it only made him open up even more and just settle down. "Judging from here your pack mustn't be too far away...there's said to be about two or three pack that inhabit territories encircling this place so my guess is you're apart of one of 'em."
Slinking back onto his stomach, the tawny and carrot colored male flopped onto his side and exhaled a long breath. The strength that had abandoned him was slowly returning, conjuring within the depths of his muscles and legs until he would once again seek to depart and journey elsewhere.
But he had time...and why not waste it with someone else?
Peering back at the pup, Jaxom gave a quizzical expression. "So what did you expect to find when you ventured out here? Other wolves? Bears? Lynx? Deer? Probably not a tattered, blood stained guy like me, eh?" Sika-chan As jaxom gazed at Kyots, he returns the stare with a dirty look of his own. Though he knew good and well that he wouldnt survive a wolf, he could certainly outsmart him.
Maverick smiled at the older wolf and shrugged slightly. " I was expecting maybe rabbit or two to bully," he grinned at the thought. " But no, an injured you was deffiantly nowhere on my list."
The younger wolf stretched suddenly, his paws reaching out infront of him, his hind quarters stretching th eopposite direction. He yawned then fell back onto all floors. He was getting ansty and would need to be on the move again, playing his mole game. RonsoStryder As remnant snowflakes congregated upon atop his carrot colored head, the tawny male shook his head and stifled a supressing chill that swept through his body. His coat was thick, partly in due to his mountainous heritage, yet the brunt of winters cold spell appeared as if it had yet to depart. He never did like snow...couldn't spring come any sooner?
Jaxom gritted his teeth, clenching them to hold back any dire motive to strike or blatanly lash out against the fox. The pain from the recent encounter still hung over him like a bad dream except the nightmare was very much tangible and he beheld the gashes and lacerations to prove such encounter.
I'm in no mood to fight, he though to himself with a huff as he lifted himself upwards from the cold, snow-lathered ground and staggered to get his bearings.
Resting at ease on his haunches as his orange tipped tail swayed nonchalantly behind him, Jaxom smiled with a low chuckle. "Well if you're looking for an adventure then you might want to follow the river up north. The best rabbits to bully can always be found up there."
Ah, the good old days; running freely within the woods, no one to repremand him and living life at ones descresion. Jaxom missed those days of such a carefree nature as, now, he was constantly watching his back for the unknown and silently lurking.
The days of the past were behind him and time needed him elsewhere.
Rising up as his hind-quarters me in unision height with his body, Jaxom arose to all fours and displayed a solemn grin. "Well, I'll see you around kid. Best be moving on...there's no telling what's ahead but I can't stay here long." Padding slowly away from Maverick and Kytos as his front, right leg gave a slight limp, he looked back.
"Take care."
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 6:30 pm
.::.The Aftermath of The Shaman Encounter...Time To Relax: Damu/Taima.::. Tamiko-chan Trotting along easily was the couple of Damu and Taima. Since they had been healed by that shaman, Sol-Lun, they had had a chance to actually enjoy life with one another, instead of constantly trying to stay out of harm's way. Now, it didn't much matter. All signs of any wound at all vanished, and it was like the battled never happened... well, except for the memory of course. But Tai chose to ignore it.
Instead she took in a deep breath, smelling all there was to smell and just all around enjoying the lovely afternoon. The sun was out and warm enough to make it not chilly. This was a good sign. Spring was on the way!
Stopping momentarily to look back at her mate, the female smiled. She was glad that they had met that one day in the snow. It seemed that they were absolutely perfect for each other in every way. They understood one another, both shared a deep passion... it seemed to be unbreakable, and she truly hoped it would stay that way.
"Doing well, love?" she asked, taking a few steps back so that she could nuzzle him. But then her stomach rumbled, alerting her to her ever-growing hunger. It seemed to never be satisfied.
Yet she didn't really feel like hunting, so Taima merely sat down and looked fondly at her mate. So handsome he was... RonsoStryder A light, chilling breeze ruffled his jagged black fur as his paws kept up a slow gait aside his mate. No pain emitted from his body, nor did he sense any. The wonderous works of Sol-Lun had made evidence of their recent encounter with Damu's own kin invisible. Physical scars had miraculously dissapated but the horrid memories still rested at the back of his mind, just like a recirculating nightmare.
He shook his head as if he was chasing away an invisble fly from his ears. Such recollections were better left alone...they grew heavy upon his heart and toiled with his emotions.
His black ears perked upwards, realizing that he had drifted into his own realm of thoughts. It happened often but, thankfully, his mate knew that he often persued in the depths of thoughts during many occassions.
A warm smile crossed his maw as he chuckled softly, feeling her warmth against his white and black swirled fur.
"Yes," he replied only to catch sound of his mates rousing hunger, its solacing moan for something to sustain its cravings. He couldn't help but let his small smile spread wide across his maw in a willy grin. "And it seems that you're seeking food, no?"
Padding slowly towards her as a pleasing rumble emitted from his chest, Damu delicately touched his wet, jet black nose to Tai's and planted a tender kiss upon her maw. She was his! Such a prize she was; beautiful and sensational.
For now, they were nomads; free to roam wherever they wished with no repremanding nor limitation to where they could journey towards. Both lost souls had found each other and entwined as one, forever as mates and companions. He was a protector, a wary watchmen while she, Tai, was compassionate and a care giver. Two lives, two souls but one heart embedded within the foundation of passion.
Emerald orbs scanned round about curiously as to decifer exactly where they were. His feathered black ringed tail swayed behind him in a nonchalant manner, brushing within the open air and waving in a rather content motion.
From what he could tell, there was no danger and for now they could rest at ease.
But what was there to do?
"If you're hungry I can find something or perhaps there is something else you'd like to do?" Tamiko-chan Tai allowed the wind to caress her fur for a few moments, remembering the exhilerating feeling that she had felt when that shaman Sol-Lun had healed her and her mate. It seemed that the wind was always around that wonderful wolf, and she couldn't help but wonder if somehow the two were connected to one another, wind and wolf together as one like she and her black and white mate. Seemed reasonable enough. If he could heal such deep wounds and rid bodies of terrible scars, then anything else was possible, she was sure.
Laughing slightly, the female then sat down, coming out of her thoughts as her mate responded to her words and to her stomach. "Eh, I'm alright right now actually. I think it's just protesting because it's used to me being a fatty and feeding it little snacks." She grinned as her stomach rumbled in agreement.
Smiling as Damu planted a delicate kiss on her snout, Tai grumbled happily and pressed herself against him. She still couldn't bring herself to truly believe that this was reality. They had truly found each other and fallen into deep passion amongst all of the odds and hatred that had been pointed at the two. They were both outcasts, though together that mattered not. They were each other's, one in the same when it came straight down to it, and that would never fail to stand correct.
Stretching out lazily then, she grinned once more then shook out her neck fur before blinking at him. "Well, if you are going to hunt, I could help out." She didn't know how much she would really help, though. Rabbits and mice were all she could really catch.
"But as I said before, I'm quite fine at the moment." A growl from her stomach voiced its anger. Ignoring the demands of her belly, Taima stretched once more.
"We could run around a little? I think my legs are stiffening up... though I'm not quite sure why." A slight frown overcame her pretty features. Why would her legs grow stiff? They had been walking for at least an hour now...
"But whatever you want to do, love, I'm up for." RonsoStryder He rolled his eyes, a slight huff of his chest as he shook his head. "You? A fatty? No..." Damu couldn't see it, nor could he believe it. In his eyes, Tai was lithe and sleek whose coat was graced by black and a moss green. He always fancied pelts that were different, those that had a sense of uniqueness to them and Tai's was a favorite of his.
Chuckling to himself, he welcomed her body against his as he snaked his head to lean against hers. The strange feeling that he was living a dream still lingered but the emotions and sensations that both of them held was just as tangible as the earth that clung underneath his paws. Love was such a mystifying thing but, at last, he was tasting of its sweet nectar. Never again would he have to seek for such a tantilizing sensation as he had found it.
Truth be told, his hunger had dissapated since So-Lun's healing encounter. He had forgotten about pain and his body had, temporarily, forgotten what its needs were. Damu smiled as he sunk down to his stomach, flopping onto his side and looking up towards his mate.
"Let's run. We can get your legs loose and maybe find something along the way." Rolling on his back and stretching in rather odd fashions, the young adult grinned. "What do you say? A race?"
A slight puppy nature bubbled forth as he looked up to Taima. Yes, a race! How he had missed such fun activities...he never did endeavor in fun when he was young but, perhaps, he could rekindle such experiences with Tai.
If anyone could teach him how to have fun it would be Tai whether by coaxing or by any means necessary. Tamiko-chan Taima narrowed her eyes playfully, looking down at him and pawing slightly at his handsome face. "Yes, fatty! Look at me! Not once graced by puppies yet I look like I'm carrying twenty!" The female grinned, not even realizing that her mind and body were tugging at her in a particular way. To her, it was just the nagging feeling she got whenever she wanted to get up and move around a lot.
Snorting slightly but still smiling, she craned her neck down to nuzzle and n** at his ears. It was always so fun to mess around with him a little and nibble on his ears when she got the chance. It was merely her puppy-ish nature showing through like it often did.
"A race?" she echoed, her tail wagging with the thought of the wind rushing through her fur and her paws simply flying over the earth. If there was anything she loved almost as much as the male, it was running. So energetic and delightful!
"Hm.. I could do a race. But do you think you can hold back on the tears when I beat you?" the female teased, bouncing to her paws and trotting off a few feet. Her tail wagged behind her challengingly, as if it itself would race the black and white wolf.
"If you can handle it, let's go, big boy." A grin took over her face as she looked back at him, eyes narrowed playfully. RonsoStryder Damu furrowed his brows as the still questioning facial expression seemed to differenciate from the views of her mate. "Right...so if you look like your pregnant than who knows what I look like! I'm so bulky and my fur is so- so jagged. I must look chunky," he mused, feeling her n** and nibble on his ears. Such sensations and small acts of a bubbling puppy nature were most welcomed by the white and black swirled male. Damu was a sucker for such a personality, he couldn't help himself.
His black ears perked upwards, alarmed slightly that his idea was embraced so suddenly with a surge for the yearning of adrenaline and exhileration. Stumbling up on his feet and shaking his fur free from the collection of dirt and grit, he unveiled a toothy grin.
"The only tears that will be shed will be me laughing when I see your face once I beat you," he replied with the same teasing innitiative as he bent low, balancing upon his paws as his displayed a sly, devious look.
Padding a few steps ahead of her, the white and black swirled wolf huffed as his feathered tail swept upwards in anticipation. Just as his maw was slowly to open, Damu suddenly lunged ahead and began furiously and wildly running upon a slightly trodded path. His paws began to sweep across the forest floor with ease, gaining speed and an agility that was increasing yet conserving for when the time would call for a boost to kill of a tie.
The wind against his jagged back fur was invigorating! He couldn't, no- he wouldn't let himself lose! Tai would never let him live it down.
Peering back, Damu's emerald orbs trailed back towards her. "What are you waiting for, Tai?" Quickly diverting his vision from her, he focused back towards the path ahead and began weaving in and out of the gnarly trees.
Certainly this race would be quite intresting. Tamiko-chan "Well, you always look chunky," the female joked, smiling wide to show this. Yet despite how 'fat' he was or however 'chunky', she would always love him. He was the perfect wolf, in her opinion, and that would never faulter. No matter what, through thick and thin, she would stick by him forever. Damu was hers, her his. It was an amazing concept, really.
But then her mood suddenly changed as her mate teased her in return.
"Psh, you can dream!" she growled playfully at him, bowing down her upper torso slightly so that her rump could wiggle a little in the air. Yet then Damu took off, taking an unfair head start!!
Growling slightly, she didn't hesitate to scramble to her paws and begin tearing at the ground to gain more speed. The black and white male was once out of sight, but now she was gaining view of him again, and this new event only added to her determination.
"Coming up behind you, better watch out!" Taima called ahead to him. She would catch him, she would catch him..
Yet suddenly something came between her and her precious mate: a herd of wild deer. It seemed that something had riled them up a while back, and they were still stampeding and thinking that their danger wasn't yet past. Angrily, but knowing she shouldn't bother them, Tai sat back far enough to where any of them wouldn't be able to get at her. When they were gone, she huffed in annoyance. Darn grass-eaters.
"Damu!" she barked, wondering if he had noticed that their race had been rudely cut off. RonsoStryder Black ringed paws soared upon the leaf encrusted forest, kicking up a spell of dust clouds and frightening every small creature that came in sight of the white and black swirled wolf. To those who were estranged and unfamiliar to such a creature, he would be deemed a monster and a savage but, truth be told, he had softened heart and a passion for the one she-wolf called Tai.
The recirculating thoughts of her last commented made him grin and roll his eyes. I'm not that chunky...am I? Taking in account that his massive size was due in part to his mountainous heritage, the white and black swirled wolf was, to say the least, burly. Yet reguardless of his size, Tai loved him and he too mirrored the same passion towards her.
Coming upon a fallen tree, Damu suddenly leapt over its base and staggered to get his bearings as he continued to stay in the lead. But it was those continuing steps that seemed to trigger mass chaos.
Grazing deers that had been casually dining on a mid-afternoon snack had found the white and black swirled wolf as a dire threat to their existence and to the life of several young fawns. He had invaded their territory and,in order for their survival to be secured, they had to flee for fear of other wolves lurking about.
As the congregated deer began to stampeed, Damu legs suddenly felt weighed down with invisible lead that was forged by fear. He couldn't move. It wasn't until that the first deer became several feet away did he lunged fastidiously, hastening his body to conjure up every ounce of energy to beat yet another competitor; the deer.
The continious beat of hooves upon the ground almost masked the call of his mate but, still, he could barely make out her call. Tai wasn't too far away...he had to get to her! He had to make sure she was alright! But, for the moment, he still had one very large problem on his hands.
One step at a time, he repremanded his thoughts as he dove towards the right, avoiding a stumbling deer whose frantic need for safety seemed to drive it to topple within the crowd.
This was not good...
"Tai!" He yelled, replying to her call with a short answer as he dodged the gnarly trees and frightened deer. "Where are you?" Tamiko-chan The she-wolf growled to herself. She had at first believed that the grass-eaters had finished in their stomping, but it seemed like they were competely senseless creatures in the way that they circled back and ran straight past her again. Leaderless creatures they were, and it seemed they never really had enough sense to even save their own hide.
Frowning slightly, she waited for the second stampede to be over. When it ended, black ears perked forward as she heard someone calling her. It sounded like Damu, but then it was slightly far away and so she couldn't quite tell.
"Damu?" she barked, slightly howling to make sure that the call would gather some distance and hopefully reach her mate. She wanted to make sure he was alright and uninjured, and he probably wanted to check up on her.
Whining slightly to herself, Tai tucked her tail in and began to trod carefully against the beaten down grasses. Hopefully the herd wouldn't...
Suddenly it circled back around again. Luckily, however, she had enough sense and quick enough reflexes that she was able to dart fleetingly out of the beasts' path and into the safe brush on the other side. Once things had settled a little bit, the female sighed heavily and shook. That had been terribly frightening.
"Damu?" she called again, trying to forget about the horror of seeing those mindless giants storming towards her. RonsoStryder After diving from the swarming stampeed of terrified deer, Damu had managed to confine himself within a leafy, mangled thicket as the last of the horrid grass-eaters fled from the scene. The white and black swirled male sighed in relief that the chaos had passed and that no injuries had been dealt to him. Only a few minor scratches were left in result and, truthfully, he was lucky.
Peering out from the brush as his jet-black ears flickered, Damu stumbled forth from his temporary shelter as his mates call sounded once again. "Tai?" He yelped, emerald orbs drifting across the sparse woods as they managed to catch sight of his mate.
A relieved smile drew upon his maw as his black ringed tail swayed in an estatic motion. She wasn't hurt! Tai was okay!
Oh, to think of what would of become if she was hurt. He could never bear to see her injured and ,after witnessing the attack that Jaxom laid seige to her, he could never stand to witness the one he loved be in pain...it tore his heart apart.
Rushing towards her side, the white and black swirled male lathered her with tender kisses and nuzzled into her while a pleased rumble emitted from his chest.
"I was so worried! I-I thought something happened to you!" He commented as he paralleled his gaze with that of his mate. "You're alright, right?" A slightly quizzical expression slid across his facial expression. He was worried...
He couldn't help it.
Damu's revival of a caring nature seemed to be taking hold of him in a very, very affectionate manner. But he loved her...and it was a new experience to be displaying such emotion towards one whom he cared so much for. Tamiko-chan Taima blinked, turning her head to watch the last of the deer speed away. How strange they were behaving. Nothing was chasing them, so why were they bolting like their lives depended on it? Maybe something had spooked them... they seemed pretty easily scared. Even the calm she merely sitting there seemed to stir up some fear.
Shrugging to herself, she was simply glad that nothing had happened to her. But what of her mate? Suddenly the female shot her head around in all directions, attempting to locate the one she loved so dearly.
But then it seemed that she needed to look no further, for suddenly Damu came rushing up to her, seemingly quite relieved and smothering her in kisses to show it. Chuckling slightly, Tai pawed at his face playfully and nipped at his ears. Despite the fright the deer had given her, she seemed quite alright.
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" she growled at him, jumping forward and attempting to tackle him to the ground in a sort of play-fight.
Still laughing, the wolfess rolled over onto her side, looking up at the black and white male adoringly. "You are okay, too, right?" Black tipped tail wagged back and forth rapidly. She was sure he was okay, but she was merely checking to make sure. RonsoStryder The weight of worried frustration and hectic panic had dissapated from atop his shoulders, leaving him relieved and at peace knowing that she was well...they both were left unharmed. How strange was such an occurance to have erupted? Very. Whatever had stirred the deer and riled their comfort had certainly been a burden. Deer were nothing but simple minded prey that were good for filling ones empty belly.
A smile broadened across his face as Tai pawed at his face while her teeth gently nipped and gnawed upon his black ears. It wasn't until the female leapt at him that he seemed to lose his balance and join in the laugher. Damu tumbled onto his back as he peered up towards his mate, a humurous grin in a willy display mirroring her playfulness.
"I'm okay. A bit scratched up but I'll live," he nodded as he flopped onto his side. Lifting his head upwards, he tenderly tapped his muzzle against hers. "Those grass-eaters seemed to be running for their lives! What do you think scared them?"
Such a thought still mused about in his mind, wondering-no, questioning what could have intimidated those stubborn grass-eaters. Something big or, perhaps, something strange and foreign.
Licking at her muzzle once again, Damu stumbled to all fours. Rising upwards from the rocky earth underneath, he shook his fur free of the collected dirt, leaves and other vegetation that was meshed into his white and black swirled fur.
Well at least the danger had past, right?
But, lately, it seems that danger seemed to be attracted to him. Perhaps danger and mischief seemed to go hand in hand? No, he thought as he looked aside towards the trampled trail left by the frantic deer, that's just not it.
"It was just so sudden...and chaotic..." he softly remarked, partly to himself but just audible enough for those around him to partake of. Tamiko-chan Taima's tail wagged behind her furiously as she wriggled on the ground on her back, attempting to get at an itch that had been bothering her for a while now. Once it had faded, bright eyes glanced up at her mate as he lay beside her.
"Scratched up?" she echoed, looking over his pelt momentarily to see if she could spot any of said scratches. Finding none, she first thought him to have had a slip in the mind. But then she probably figured that they were just so minute and small that Tai couldn't see them, but he could feel them. Shrugging it off randomly, she rolled onto her stomach and presently shook her neck fur.
"Yeah, they did seem to be bolting pretty fast," she agreed, turning her head to glance around the area. Brain moving quickly now, she at first assumed that some either powerful or big creature was in the area. Bear, perhaps? They seemed to like to rouse up the larger game and chase them around for fun. But there was neither scent nor sight of a bear or any tracks. So what had stirred the herd?
"I honestly don't know," she finally replied, letting her gaze fall back onto him. "Maybe something had begun to chase them, but then randomly stopped? And then the herd just continued on to be safe?" Sounded reasonable to her, but then she for some reason thought that this wasn't the case.
Suddenly her eyes clouded and she fell into a deep thought. Something had arouse them, but what? No scent, no tracks... how mysterious.
Finally the femme just shrugged that off as well, and merely crawled closer to her mate. "Well, it's over now, right?" Her tail wagged as a warm smile crept upon her features.
"Hm... what now, lover boy?" she grinned, pawing at his face slightly. RonsoStryder The white and black swirled wolf furrowed his brows slightly in thought. Whatever it was, the creature had to be massive and, hopefully, he wouldn't have the blessed opportunity to strike up a rendevouze with such a creature. Perhaps it was only a beast forged by ones very imagination...a scare tactic that could engulfs ones very concious thought and engulf the instinct of logic and reality only to transform it into a living nightmare.
No, he thought as his black ears fell down upon his skull, it couldn't be.
A relaxed, warm smile graced his maw as Tai crept closer to him, her soothing voice calming the stirring fears that knotted his stomach. "Yes, for now," he replied as he glimpsed towards her. His emerald eyes held little light; an uncertain sensation still running about within his wolfish veins. Fear? Perhaps. But it was moreso a feeling that if the foreign creature was to appear, how would he react? Would he fight? Most likely. He would fight, he must if such circumstances prevailed, for his own life and Tai's but the horrid recollections from the brawl with his brother still made such a reality tangible.
What if it was Jaxom prowling about?
What if he had come to seek revenge against he and Tai?
If he comes for blood, then he will be fortunate to still flee with his very life, he snarled in thought. Yes, it would be a bloodbath once again! But the intimidator had yet to unveil itself from the shadows...and - no.
He was talking himself into insanity; into letting fear consume his heart and engulf his own reason. Damu wouldn't-no, he couldn't let his mind become withered by such thoughts of revenge, bloodshed and chaos. The old wolf of his past had no place within his heart..he had been revived into a new being and had found love.
Damu sighed as he let such tumultious thoughts disperse from his thoughts and draw his attention upon the sole importance; Taima.
Grinning as she pawed at his face, the white and black wolf chuckled. " Anything. Just name it," he commented as he tenderly tugged and nipped at her black ears. "I'm up for anything." Tamiko-chan The same darkening thoughts had loomed over the female's mind as well, though she had paid a bit less attention to them. Jaxom couldn't have come back again, could he have? Certainly not, after all that he had been through and after being shunned that way by his own brother. Surely he would have gone off into the woods to lick his wounds as all injured wolves do, though she guessed that the tawny and carrot-colored male had more emotional wounds than external. Damu had certainly seemed to hold back on his kin at that time.
Not wanting to dwell on these thoughts, however, Tai simply shook her head and neck fur then blinked down at her mate. He was just so handsome and lovely, she couldn't help but forget all of her worries in that one moment and just want to cuddle up with him for a minute or two.
And so she did. Randomly she rolled over onto her side and nuzzled herself up against him, laying on her belly and making it so their side furs touched.
Smiling to him, she simply lay there for a minute's time. When an hour had seemed to pass, though indeed it had only been a minute or so, the oddly colored femme licked at her mate's muzzle. There was nothing to worry about now, and so she resolved not to do so. If there was no need, then why do it?
"Well, I don't mind so much either," she finally spoke, blinking at him with a silly grin on her face. Really, she was up for anything. RonsoStryder Emerald eyes seemd to detract off towards the elusive and mysterious shadows that dwelt far into the depths of the forest, Damu perked his head up and became slightly wide-eyed as his mate took him by surprise as she began to nuzzle and roll about him.
He chuckled softly as he too returned the affectionate guestures by rumbling low and gnawing upon her black ears. The feelings and experience of self worth that she made him experience were beyond explainable. Taima made him feel rejuvinated and alive...it was baffling as to how he was living before he had ever met her.
Such a life of hidden secrecy, forlorn and drifting throught the mountains and the woods, had made him a nomad with no purpose. What was truth? What was love? These were two aspects of life he would never unveil nor experience firsthand but, as fate would have it, his whole life seemed to spin when he came across the young female, furiously shaking the snow from off her head and whose bubbly, puppy-like nature had awakened a part of him that he had concealed for too long.
Love never felt so strong and so right before.
The white and black swirled male let a broad grin spread across his maw as, tenderly, he drew closer towards her and graced her muzzle with a wet kiss.
"There's a river nearby," he commented as he rolled upon his back slightly, positioning his sight fully upon his moss and black hued mate. "We can rest, swim a bit and even see if we can lure anything to come our way."
Though winter still was fleeting, the brunt of its chill still lingering within the woods, Damu sought a peaceful relaxation by waterfront to calm his uneasiness and, perhaps, be able to catch a meal or two.
Swivling his head in a quick glance towards the south, the young adult was certain that there were a few water sources to pick and choose from. But it was where exactly Taima wanted to go that would lead to the final decision. Glimpsing back, he rested his head upon his front paws as his emerald eyes looked up towards his mate.
"What do you think, Tai? Shall we go to the river?" Tamiko-chan "The river's fiiiiine," she woofed, still slightly rolling about him. Her mind had completely forgotten the outer spook in the world, and now Tai was merely focused on her wonderful and loving mate. Perfect was he, she thought.
"Sounds actually perfect. I'm kinda thirsty, and I've never tried fish before. Maybe you can teach me how to catch them?" she asked innocently, gazing up adoringly into Damu's eyes. She had heard that fish were slightly easier to catch than other game such as rabbits and deer, but then she had also heard that they were slippery creatures, and were often dropped back into the river before a wolf had a chance to flop them onto the bank. The two stories clashed, and she didn't quite know what to believe, really.
Shaking her head, though, and figuring that it wasn't worth her time to waste precious brain power over the matter, Taima simply rolled onto her stomach then up onto her paws. Wiggling her toes randomly, she grinned in a rather silly manner.
"I'll race ya there!" she yipped, grabbing his ear quickly before leaping nimbly over him then dashing straight into the forest. She could smell the water, and so direction wouldn't be a problem for her. The real problem would be keeping ahead of him while still keeping her footing. Difficult, yes?
The female was up for the challenge. RonsoStryder A rather pleased smile, warm and affectionate, graced his maw as he grinned. Oh the tragedy and comedy of fish! Such slippery creatures yet so questionable as to what to compare their intelligence towards. They were, in many cases, oblivious to the awaiting jaws that lurked within the waters depths yet were tricky to actually catch. Their horrible, swift courses that they attempted to devise often made him dizzy thus fish were always a last resort to a suitable prey.
"I can try but be warned that I'm not the best at hunting them," he chuckled as he watched her rise to her paws, a sudden gleam of exhilaration shining bright within her eyes.
She was up to something. But what?
Before he could stumble up onto all fours, his black ear was suddenly seized by Tai's maw as her devious plan was unleashed. A race! Another? Well- the first attempt wasn't quite successful, to be honest. And, truthfully, Damu should have seen this coming.
Srambling to his feet, tumbling over slightly in a sprawling motion, the white and black swirled male watched as she leapt over him and began sprinting ahead into the depths of the forest. Tai was sly...too sly. But the young adult had his own bag of trick but he'd best save them for the dire moments of head to head competition.
Huffing slightly as his black ringed tail swept upwards, he crouched low towards the ground and, with enough strength, propelled himself forward in a mad dash as he followed within her treaded path.
"Oh! You think you're so tricky!" He howled with laughter as his paws swept across the leaf littered ground of the forest, desperately trying to catch up to her. "You just wait, Tai!"
Keeping his eyes pinpointed upon her, Damu continued to onlook as her sillouhette within the distance slowly transformed into vivid distinctions and attributes to his mate. She was fast, but he'd make sure that he'd catch up somehow.
Losing would only bring yet another unceasing taunt upon him. He was already "chunky" but what more could he be? Slow? Never! But it seemed so...
A self concious thought swept through his thought only to cause an uncertain facial expression. Am I really chunky?...I gotta go on a diet.
Panting as his tongue lolled out of his maw, Damu pressed onwards with the race as he sought to seek the upper hand in the race before him. He had to at least not lag behind!
Oh, the forest life had really tolled on him! Tamiko-chan Taima went on, on and on. On so much that she feared she would either zoom by the river unknowingly or simply fall into it. Either way, she didn't like the way things were seeming to be turning out. Yet her mate was gaining on her, and she couldn't very well let him win. There was too much energy coursing through her veins, and she couldn't stop now. She had to win, or he had to force her into submission.
"Yeah, I am so tricky!" she laughed, flicking ears back in his direction but not daring to turn her head. Though the shaman had healed her, the pain from her wound was fresh in her mind. She wouldn't forget what had happened the last time she let her eyes trail away from her path and the last time she had let her guard fall. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
Damu was planning something, she knew, but just what the female couldn't quite figure out. Though she had felt like she had known him her whole life, there was still some things that were unknown about him to her. Like how his brain worked. That would take a bit more time to get used to and to fully know.
Continuing onward, she was forced to wait out the suspense until the moment when he chose to make his move. RonsoStryder His cautious, swift strides that he utilized in attempt to save of sparse energy that would, no doubt, be needed for when a close call was to arise suddenly transformed into powerful lunges as the white and black swirled male propelled himself forwards.
As his back legs tensed, he launched himself well in a continious motion as his paws clenched the ground underneath and fortified a powerful stance that could be quickly regained when his paws soared across the littered grounds of the forest floor. Either he was a fool or desperate to call upon such strength but one thing was for sure was that Damu didn't- no, he couldn't bear to lose yet again.
The wafting scent of the juvenile shrubs and greenery began to linger within the air; they were close, too close. It wouldn't be long until the rushing waters that snaked through Shaoilin Woods would become audible and its scenic display of lively vegetation darting silver streaks would come into view.
It was now or never.
With one last surge of adrenaline, Damu began to gain on Taima's tail as his tongue lolled out of his mouth, a rather exhilarated smile spread wide across his face.
"And so am I!" He howled, kicking up his pace as he barely pulled into the lead.
His emerald orbs whirled with thrill! For once, he was tasting of victory's tantilizing ambrosia but, in the back of his mind, he knew it would be short lived...it always was. But, for the time being, Damu would have to make the best of it.
Peering back towards his mate, he grinned and stuck out his tongue in his own fashionable gesture of victory. His black ringed tail flew upwards like that of a waving banner, feathered and waving in pure taunting.
Oh, he was living up the moment all too well. Tamiko-chan Taima had expected something like this, but yet at the same time she hadn't. She had been confident in herself that she would be able to keep ahead of the male, but it seemed that brute strength played a great role in this race. Because he was larger and more well-built, he was able to propel himself farther and faster than she would ever be capable of. When he could practically n** her tail, that was about the time that she understood that she had been beaten. And badly. She should have known from the beginning that she stood not a chance.
Nonetheless, she continued running alongside him for a few minutes more. The river was close, she knew, and pretty soon they would have to stop. She waited until they were close enough, and then randomly started to slow.
There was a slight frown occupying her features as the female came to a slow stop at the water's edge. She glanced away from him and peered into the waters at the unsatisfying reflection that lived there. Black ears flicked back as she sighed and sat back on her haunches.
Her heart loved Damu, and she couldn't have been any happier with any other wolf besides him. Yet there was a nagging feeling from the past gnawing at her brain. There had always been a time for competition in her old home, and after a while she had simply stopped participating. They always laughed and jeered at her when she was quite incapable of rising above one of the lower ranks. No one had comforted her when she had lost. Not once.
And now, though she knew he hadn't done it on purpose, Tai was feeling down because she had lost once again. She wasn't fit enough to win, it seemed. RonsoStryder Wolfish veins within were surging with such thrill that it seemed the white and black male had, for once, won a race only by means of brute strength. But, in all honesty, it was never the taste of upmost victory he sought for it was the thrill of the race that made his whole body feel as if they were doused with could nines potion; a feeling of weightlessnes and of freedom.
His eyes shifted back towards his mate as they drew closer towards the bank of the river, silently watching as Taima's facial features transformed into a frown, a dissatisfied expression most likely due to his actions. As his gait slowed to a brisk trot, he tilted his head in question.
Had he taken his playful nature too far? Why did his mate slow down and simply forfit?
I shouldn't of been such an arrogant fool, he scorned silently as his emerald eyes looked upon her.
Lowering his head, Damu wuffed and emitted a soft rumble as he padded slowly aside his mate. "Taima...I didn't mean to gloat. I admit it, I took the teasing too far and I'm sorry." Nuzzling her delicately with his muzzle, the white and black male whined.
"I've got to admit, I thought I didn't have a chance! You were flying lengths ahead and it took forever to finally catch up to you! Besides, it's one loss...I'm sure they'll be plenty of other races you'll win." Chuckling softly, he delicately licked her muzzle, "Speed and I never were the best of allies."
As his eyes drifted aside towards the trailing fish that shimmered and darted within the rivers wakes, he looked back towards her as his eyes softened in a worriedsome look.
"Please, please don't be mad at me," he whispered. Tamiko-chan Tai shook her head, unable to resist his soft touch and his soothing voice. There probably wouldn't be another wolf in all of the woods and throughout all of time who could ever comfort her, even if they weren't trying to. Of course Damu had seen her expression and was now attempting to cheer her up, but there was just some dark cloud haning about the back of her mind that made her continue to frown, even as she whimpered and nuzzled into her mate.
"I'm not mad at you, love, I never could be." She paused, trying to find the right words. She knew what she was feeling and why, but she was merely unsure of how to relay it to him.
"It's just... just that... well I don't know," she mumbled, closing her eyes momentarily and hiding her face deep within his fluffy neck fur. "Just... when I was back with my old pack, there'd be random races in celebrations and whatever, like when there was a birth or something..." The female had never really understood the concept of it all. "I'd never win, and the others would always make fun of me," Tai whined, burying her face deeper and deeper within her mate's neck in an attempt to hide her whole mound of embarassment.
"They'd always tease me and..." She shook her head, finally pulling away from him. He couldn't have known, and so his teasing had been relatively harmless from his point of view. But because she knew how horrible wolves could be, she couldn't exactly take it.
"I'm sorry, Damu. I'm taking things too seriously. It's just a race..." Yes, just a race. It didn't mean a thing, they were there for each other and nothing could ever alter the feelings they held for one another.
In an attempt to avert her attention away from the race, the oddly-colored female glanced back at the water and the fish that swam effortlessly through the current. "How about teaching me how to fish?" she suggested randomly, hoping that he would teach her and that the former subject could be put to rest.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 6:31 pm
.::.The Aftermath of the Shaman Encounter...Time To Relax Pt. II: Damu/Taima RonsoStryder A warm, reassuring smile drew up upon his maw as she buried her face within his jagged fur. It was at that moment when she shrouded her face away from his sights, that he chuckled softly and nibbled at her ear. "You know I'd never tease you, Tai. I was only trying to have fun but I guess I was going too far with it."
Tilting his head slightly in a mere quizzical way, the white and black swirled male wuffed softly and gazed upon her for a few moments. How could anyone have belittled her? Especially in a pack? Weren't packs suppose to be acceptive of everyone? But, in his case, he too knew of the cruelty of packmembers and how heartless they could be.
Not every pack was comprised of love and understanding, he thought to himself as he felt her pull away.
He shook his head; there was no need for an apology on her part, Tai just never had been treated as a wolfess should have been but he planned on changing that. Oh, how he loved her! She was much more than perfect...she was unblemished and stunning! Why other wolves never saw such a priceless jewel amongst stones bewildered him.
"And there will be plenty more opportunities to beat me," he added as he padded closer towards her, tenderly nuzzling and rubbing underneath towards her neck.
Black ears suddenly perked up as his mate asked to learn how to fish. A wide, pearly-white grin graced his maw as he slowly trailed into the depths of the river. The chilling waters splashed and created small wakes around him as he padded deeper and deeper until the water breached past his paws. Looking back towards his mate, he yipped.
"Come on in, Tai! The first lesson is to learn where the depths of the river are and how to tell."
As his black ringed tail swayed in an estatic manner behind him, Damu patiently waited for his mate to join him. This certainly would be intresting. He had never taught anyone how to fish but there was always a first for everything.
His emerald orbs danced as the rays of the sun reflected and cast a comforting appearance over them. As he shifted from paw to paw, his weight balanced between each foot, he smiled with glee as the streaks of silver blurs arose and darted all around him. Fish were such skittish creatures but their taste made up for their burdensome chases they made their persure endure.
"This'll be easy," he remarked as his eyes kept on target, jaws yearning to snap and catch an ususpecting prey. Tamiko-chan Forgetting completely about their former race and her memories' disturbance of a good day, Tai turned her attention to the river and the fish she was bound to catch. She had been a fast learner when she had been back with her pack, and she figured that that particular trait in her hadn't changed a bit. Sharp was her mind, and often times sharp minds took a lot to be dulled.
Following her mate's instructions, she slowly followed him to the water. Delicately she placed a paw in the cool liquids, feeling a tingling sensation run up her legs and down her spine all the way down to the very tip of her tail. She smiled a toothy smile and glanced lovingly at him. The black and white male meant everything to her, and the female was glad that she had found him when she did.
"Where do the fish usually rest?" she asked innocently, tilting her head in a questioning manner. She figured that the fish would lay in the deeper parts of the water because the deeper a river was, the darker the waters, right? So if the fish hid in the darkness, they wouldn't be seen and so wouldn't be caught. Simple enough, yes? But then she looked down a the water with bright orbs, amazed to see the fish so close to the surface. Were they stupid?
Grinning to herself, she then looked back over towards Damu. "What next?" RonsoStryder It took him a few attempts to tear his sights from the depths of the water, emerald eyes lured by the silver streaks that rambunctiously darted in every direction. Glancing up as his mate daintily entered into the river, he smiled and lifted his head up to meet her curious gaze.
"The fish? Oh, they usually reside in the darker parts of the river, where it's deep and rocky," he replied with a warm smile as his paws delicately swept through the water, cleching to the rocks underfoot as he silently treaded closer towards the shadowed regions of the lakes.
The white and black male's wolfish veins were surging with thrill, a rush of excitement storming through him, as he began to dip his head low towards the mirror-like surface of the river. Compared to his home in the mountains, these rivers were brimming full of fish! He'd never had seen so many fish! Up at Seer's Cliffside, he'd have to hunt for hours to find a suitable fish...small guppies were too common back home. But, this time, he'd have no trouble...or so he thought.
"Next," he began as, once again, his emerald orbs were lured back towards the frightened fish,"you slowly drift and step lightly towards the dark parts." With the passing current, Damu crouched low into the water and leapt upwards as his paws paddled himself towards the center. Sweeping his front paws through the water, the white and black wolf drew closer towards the depths of the rivers banks and planted his feet firmly within the sands of the coarsing river.
Well...that was a bit more challenging then he had expected.
His tongue lolled out of his mouth slightly and, just as convienent, he dipped it low into the water and drank slow to quench his thirst. The cooling water lapping within his mouth was a relief and just to be back in the water felt very relaxing.
Drawing his muzzle from the depths of the river, he smile. "So, that covers where to look for fish. Why don't you come over here and we'll begin the hunt?" Tamiko-chan The female watched her mate very carefully. He seemed experienced in this field of hunting, and wondered silently whether he had to do this a lot back where he came from. There had been fishers in her old pack, but she was of course never one of them, nor had she ever a chance to watch them and learn. No one had ever given her a chance back home. But here was different, she knew. Damu was accepting and loving, everything that her parents and packmembers had never been. He took her in and was now willingly teaching her how to do things she was quite ignorant in. For that, Tai was thankful.
Nodding as her keen ears picked up his words effortlessly, she continued to watch the underwater dragons. "They are smart, then?" she asked in turn, so many questions whirling about her head. Yet she didn't want to annoy him or anything, and so she kept most of them to herself.
It seemed that the fish were smart, if they were sharp enough to hide in the darker parts of the river. Surely straying in the lighter colored portions of their home would be suicide!
Still watching carefully, she followed soon after Damu, then stayed silent as he took a drink to quench his thirst. She didn't find herself thirsty and so she didn't lap up the cool waters rushing over her black and moss-colored paws.
There must be certain tactics, she randomly thought, her mind entering predatory mode and leaving all other thoughts behind. Fish were much different from the normal rabbits and other such land-game she was used to. Even as the different land animals needed certain plans to catch, she figured that the fish, too, had to demand a particular course of action.
Tail wagging slightly in anticipation, Taima stood still as a statue, merely wating for instructions. RonsoStryder He quirked an eyebrow as he chuckled softly. "Well, I won't say their smart," he replied as he tilted his head slightly, stealthily watching, searching for a suitable subject. "But sometimes they're speed in the water can take you on a chase...and throw you off."
Damu had to hand it to them- fish, in some cases, were very, very tricky. He never did like to be taken by surprise only to find his maw empty...those slippery creatures sometimes go the best of him and took advantage of their superior swimming skills. The white and black swirled wolf rather was fond of the fish that were oblivious to his presence...they were the best to trick.
Glancing over to Tai as he dipped his muzzle into the water, he smiled. "All you have to do is wait," opening his maw wide as it drifted across the surface, Damu centered his awaiting jaws of teeth just above a congregated group of fish, "and-" suddenly, the white and black swirled wolf plunged his head underneath the water, shattering its glassy surface as his fierce jaws managed to subdue a victim and clamp onto a fish.
It's slimey texture wriggled and attempted to flee but the wolfs grip wouldn't let it escape so easily. Splashing upwards, Damu broke through the surface with a large huff. Holding his breath underwater wasn't all that easy...
With the fish still in his mouth, the white and black swirled male shook his sopping, wet fur free and padded onto the dry land. His whole body was drenched and the thick, mountainous fur now hung down and mattered in a flattened fashion.
"And that-", he spat out as he dropped the dead fish from his maw, "is how you catch a fish!" Shaking his head as it felt like water still inhabited them, he looked towards his mate with a grin.
"You're turn, love." Tamiko-chan Taima watched her mate, awed at his skill. How did he catch it so quickly! The fish darted to and fro after Damu's initial attack. Still amazed at how gracefuly he had done that, it took her a moment to finally gather herself up.
"M-my turn?" she stammered, still wondering over his catch. Her eyes slowly trailed towards him standing on the bank. The sight of him all wet practically made her fall over with laughter. She didn't mean to be rude or mean or anything, but his appearance was just so funny that she couldn't quite help it.
Her laughter finally died down a minute or so later, and she scrambled to the bank effortlessly. "Hah.. I'm sorry Damu," she whispered, nipping at one of his ears delicately. "I'm so sorry... you just looked a little... odd... standing there with your fur all wet." But then, Tai noted, he also looked amazingly handsome, despite all of the fluff and such.
"But you look so cute!" she cried finally, leaping forward and onto him, tail wagging back and forth quickly as she continued to nibble on his ears. The whole fishing lesson had been totally forgotten by now. RonsoStryder Why did his fur have to still retain so much water?
Attepting to shake himself dry, the white and black swirled wolf practically yeilded himself as Tai's laughter erupted. His maw pratically gaped open slightly and, out of sheer curiosity, he took one step towards the river and peered down into his reflection.
His maw practicall dropped.
"What the-", shooting back a glance towards his mate, he took one step only to find his ears seized upon by her maw. He felt embarrassed..and cold. "I...look...odd."
The white and black swirled male didn't have much time to truely ponder upon the thought as Taima leapt onto him in an estatic manner as she persued to nibble onhis ears. Though he was still a bit confused (and a little bit embarassed), Damu couldn't help but let a wide grin spread across his maw.
Wuffing in an exhilarated manner, the white and black male pawed at her face and lifted his head upwards in a tender muzzle against her mossy, black hued fur. This was love! How he never had felt such affection before and, for once and forever, he had found a true lover. Reaching upwards to gnaw on Tai's black ear, he smiled.
"So I'm cute, huh?" He replied with a willy expression upon his face, emerald eyes glistening with mischief. "Are you sure I don't look fierce...or strong? Just...cute?"
Just aside of him, the dead fish laid forlorn. It was now obsolete as, now, there was a new lesson to be learned; How to have fun 101. Tamiko-chan Taima rumbled in contentment as she snuggled up against her mate. He was so fluffy and cute! It was absolutely hard to resist him, and she felt herself insane when she even attempted to. He had, simply, captured her heart now and forever more. Nothing would ever get between them, and they would always be there for each other, through thick and thin.
Wagging her tail as Damu tried to get something more... masculine... from her, she merely smiled. "Cute.. I suppose strong. Fierce definitely!" she yipped, gnawing on one of his ears as she grinned stupidly. It appeared that she was only saying those things to satisfy him, but her eyes revealed the real truth. Tai really did think him strong and fierce, especially after that battle with his brother and the amazing skill in which he capture the fish with.
And speaking of fish... the female randomly glanced over where the fish still lay, motionless now that it had been taken hostage from its moist home. Poor thing.. it looked rather unappetizing now that it had time to dry.
"Haha, you gonna eat that?" she laughed, still snuggling into his soft yet wet fur. RonsoStryder A rumble of laughter emitted from his chest as his mate attempted to convey more masculine adjectives towards him but, slowly, he was begining to realize that, perhaps, he wasn't all that intimidating. Damu was a chivalrous, loyal companion whose heart was set upon his one true love, Taima.
"Fierce," he replied with a yip as he lerched upwards, breaching slightly as he licked her muzzle and pawed affectionately at her face, "to others but a big, fluffy mate to you." It was the truth; the white and black swirled male was an intimidator through the eyes of those who did not know him but, in the eyes of his mate, he was a gentle, kind-hearted soul who sought love, affection and comfort. He and Taima were, to say the lest, soul mates...they completed each other.
His maw slid into a wide grin as his emerald orbs glanced over towards the deceased fish that laid not too far away from them. After sitting in the sun for this long the fish wouldn't be quite appetizing...it was rather a source of food that one would be desperate enough to consume. Thankfully, they could have another go and spare their stomachs from that pitiful fish.
"No way!" he exclaimed as laughter still spilt forth from his maw. "You'd have to bribe me to eat it now!" Tamiko-chan Taima laughed at her mate happily. He was really fluffy, but then she also figured that he wasn't exactly a cute and cuddly teddy bear. There were certainly times when he would probably be able to intmidate even the largest of bears if he had to. He had shown a great deal of courage and fierocity when he had fought his own brother, and that had been merely out of defense. She could only begin to imagine what he would be like when he was intentionally attacking someone.
Shuddering slightly, the female tried not to think about that sort of thing. Even though she knew that Damu wouldn't even dare to think of harming her, she knew that it was better to be on the safe side. Disputes did happen..
Convincing herself quite successfully that her mate wouldn't dare lay a paw on her, as of course he loved her too much, Tai wiggled slightly and giggled as she nipped at his face playfully. Her mood was great right now and it seemed that nothing would be able to bring her down.
"Haha, what if I... threaten to never ever give you another kiss again?" she teased, her tail wagging slightly as she rose to her paws and backed away from him a few feet, just for effect. RonsoStryder The smile that had so long inhabited his maw slowly faded away as a uncertain, confused expression drew up upon his lips. Emerald eyes widened in a bit of horror. "Wh-what? You're just joking," he replied with a slight choke in his voice.
His eyes watched as Taima unexpectedly rose to her paws and backed away, her body language portraying that his very fear was becoming a tangible reality. Peering over to where the dead, dried fish laid, Damu gritted his teeth in repulse and sighed. Was this a test to prove his love?
The things I do for love, he thought as he slowly padded towards the rotting fish, his very breath being held to avoid its unpleasant smell.
Looking at the fish with a sickening expression, the white and black swirled male peered up towards his mate with a still skeptical expression. "So...all I have to do is eat the fish and you're kisses will always be mine?" He remarked as he outstretched his right paw and nudged the deceased creature.
Even to the touch it sent shivers running down his spine as well as a twisted, sick sensation that began to slowly churn within his stomach. Like many males, their stomach were like steel fortresses that could consume anything and everything but, in Damu's case, he wasn't so willing to go to the extremes and consume such things...oh, he'd seen many younger males attempt to consume the most rancid and rank foods and, in the end, it never was a pretty sight.
"I-I just have to eat this...fish?" Tamiko-chan Taima blinked as her mate seemed to believe her. Actions said more than words ever could, but she figured that her eyes had given away the joke, as they always seemed to do. But it seemed that either they had stayed loyal this time, or Damu hadn't seen the look, for he crawled right up to the creature and pawed questioningly at it.
Suddenly she rushed forward, not wanting him to actually devour the thing. It looked quite distasteful, and she would never put someone so close to her through such a thing. That would be just plain horrid and rude!!
Laughing slightly however, as the female still thought it funny he actually thought he had to eat the dead thing, she licked his muzzle and discreetly pushed the fish carcass away. "Of course not!" she yipped, rolling over onto her side again as she snuggled up to him once more. His black and white fur was so soft... and comforting... his scent was absolutely calming.
"I would never do that to such a cute and fuzzy creature like you!" she then continued, smiling a toothy smile as she went back to teasing him about how fluffy and fuzzy he had looked with his coat all wet.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 6:32 pm
.::.Confessions To The Beast Within: Jaxom/ Amelie/ Rio.::. Werewolf Spring! But for how much longer? Hopefully forever, but that didn?t seem likely. The sun had slowly turned and by now most of the life in the wood had been restored. They were already tough and hardy, and the grass was climbing up to the small wolf's shoulders. Bright, rather large red flowers were in bloom in the particular patch of freeland the pair entered, and the small silver wolf quickly went to skittering blindly about and following her nose to attract herself towards the flowers.
"Hehe-" Am鬩e smiled, and poked about with the end of her snout. "Things change much." She spoke, her voice aimed at Rio, who hopefully she had not lost in her silly skittering. She was getting better at not running into things now. Her sight was still as frozen and dead as ever- but feeling things about her body came with more ease. Today the headaches were better, and with Phib off doing some scouring, it had seemed like a good time to slip off and find what the forest was thrumming about this afternoon.
It was a usual trip for the silly female- but presently, she was not alone, which made her all the more excited. Before leaving the lands she had run into Rio, whom didn?t seem to have anything better to do at the moment, and she was delighted for the company. "Rio-" She called, and tilted her head towards one of the large, black centered flowers. "- Strange things." She spoke again, but lowly and to herself. Others are about. She thought to herself, and directed her head towards Rio's direction. Tahja Estes Rio greatly enjoyed Amelie's company. She was her own wolf, of course, but Rio could not help but be reminded of friends from back home. He'd been glad to follow the silver-female into the freelands which he'd yet to see for himself anyway.
It was a fairly quiet trip, they didn't really stick to any rivers, instead following Ame's nose. Rio came up behind her a few yards back at a much slower pace, yawning as he entered the area after.
"Strange?"
His tenor tone sounded hazed with light traces of sleep, or laziness. >_> Still, the small female's comments did perk Rio's curiosity. He wasn't aware of any others about just yet, even if he was he probably wouldn't show it.
"What's strange, hermana?" RonsoStryder The long months of winter had finally begun to receed, the cold spells of winters brunt dissapating as the lands of white were evaporating into spacious fields of lively greens and countless hues that adorned the ground with flowers in bloom. Yes, at last, spring had begun to take reign over the woods. There was a revived scent of life that seemed to linger within the air..a sign of hope that seemed to cause ones dreams and fantasies to rekindle and, if one was lucky enough, become tangible.
But, in the case of Jaxom, there was no truth nor hope that abided within his heart.
It was only a few sun rises ago that he had come face to face with his brutish brother, Damu, and had come to knowledge that the truth, the very questions that he had sought answers to, had been revealed to him. His family, his whole pack and his love, Zahima, had died by the fate and decision of one wolf; Damu. His dreams had suddenly shattered before him, the realization that everything and everyone he had ever loved was stolen by his own flesh and blood. That was what fueled the bloodlust, the desire to soothe the beast within him by means of blood and revenge and the gashes that lathered his muzzle and legs were evidence that such a reunion could have been defined more than a bitter-sweet moment. It was that day that all hell had been unleashed.
But this was of the past- and he could do nothing to change it.
Warped and twisted feelings against his brother had subsided as he slowly came at peace with the truth yet whether or not he would ever be able to face his old brother was shrouded from his own knowledge...and rest assured that a meeting between them would only erupt in foul intentions and unsettled disputes. For now, he would have to let time heal his soul and the burden that laid seige upon his paper heart.
Limping slightly through the tall grass, the tawny and carrot colored male winced slightly and gritted his teeth. The pain still resided but his wounds were sealed..it was strange yet he couldn't keep focusing on the pain. Drifting lonesome, the young adult padded as best he could towards someplace, an unkown destination, where he could rest and not be bothered.
Yet the sensation that there were others lurking nearby came all too quickly.
Perking his tawny ears upwards, the wafting scent of nearby wolves caused him to shrink in his steps. He didn't want to be seen, not like this, but nor could he let himself be nothing but a shadow forever. The once outgoing, friendly, wolf had incarcerated himself within his mind and let his emotions toll over him for too long.
What had he become? A monster?
No- it was fear and the haunting recollections of the war against his own kin that had transformed him into a cold-hearted, rugged individual. He had become the thing he hated most; his own brother (yet little did he know that his brother's heart had changed by finding love and companionship with the young female, Taima).
Perhaps he hadn't been seen...he could avoid them and find a new place to stay. Peering over to where the faint sillouhettes of two wolves resided, Jaxom flattened his ears and sighed.
"I can't stay like this forever," he murmured, convincing himself that he at least needed to acknowledge them. This would be the first step in building courage to one day face his brother again.
Slowly continuing on his way, Jaxom pressed onwards towards them as a slight smile crept across his vibrant orange maw. "Afternoon," he greeted with a low, somewhat gruff, voice as his emerald eyes met with those of both the female and male. Werewolf Breath left Am鬩e's throat in a sharp gasp before she could respond to Rio. A wave of pain was fluttering across her body, and she had to wince her eyes together to sever the connection. It had come on quickly enough to surprise her, and she took a few worried steps backwards and leaned somewhat behind Rio. "Strange voices-" She spoke softly to herself, although it was loud enough for Rio to hear. She wriggled again before sitting, her blind eyes wide and gazing blankly at the field before them.
"I know-" She spoke again, tilting her head to the side. Her words were incoherent and muddled, as they sometimes were when she picked up strange waves of thought. And then the new wolf was upon the field, walking with steps she did not know and a voice she did not know. Shyly she peeped from behind Rio, the end of her tail swishing in nervousment. Not like before, poor Jaxom.
Was it Jaxom? She didn?t say anything yet because the scent was old in her nose, and she could not correctly identify if she was actually picking up an identification, or if this wolf was simply thinking of Jaxom. How strange... it felt much like him... but it was not him. Not like whom she had met before at least. This did not deny her fondness towards the new figure, but it frazzled her mind as she attempted to adjust.
"Oh, Jaxom-" She peeped, and stepped softly from behind Rio, feeling under control now. "Good morning-" She spoke softly, tilting her head to the side. Such sadness in the woods as of late! It burned her heart. Tahja Estes Rio's brow could be seen shifting upwards in confusion. He knew that Amelie' had a strange way of talking, but this was something new. He'd never heard her mentioning strange voices before. He was starting to get lightly concerned, thinking that maybe she'd gotten sick and was feeling feverish.
Before he could ask or move to step closer, however, she'd ducked behind the taller wolf and seemed to be hiding there behind him.
Rio's expression was now in the form of greater concern, he turned to look back at her with worry in his eyes and accented tone.
"Ame', chika, are you..."
"Afternoon,"
Wow, Rio wasn't paying very much attention it seemed, he hadn't even heard the other's approach until he was stepping out into view. Was he trying to remain hidden until now?
Rio's attention shifted somewhat once again as Amelie' spoke the other's name and emerged from hiding once more, leaving Rio to sit there in something of a daze. Slowly, his tongue fell out from behind his teeth to hang from his jaws in a light pant.
"Hola, senior... Sorry, didn't hear you coming up on us there!" RonsoStryder His head nearly shot upwards, emerald eyes seeming to quiver as such a voice struck familiar within his collected memories. Jaxom's maw nearly dropped in both astonishment and embarrassment as, from the corner of his eye, he watched the silver hued female step out from behind the earthy toned male.
"Am鬩e!" He wuffed as his orange tipped tail swayed behind him in a more upbeat manner, turning around as he peered into her lifeless orbs that were filled with mystery and hidden secrets.
Like their first encounter, the eyes of the wolfess reminded him of his lost lover, Zahima. It tore at his heart to look into her eyes yet it made a small smile grace his orange hued maw as the memories of the past brushed through his recollections.
"It's been a while since I've crossed paths with you, Ame," he commented with a lighter tone, the once gruff voice fading as the realization that he was in the presence of a friend soothe his inner fear. "It's good to see you again."
Glancing over towards the male, Jaxom lowered his head in a fair greeting as a dash of chivalry returned again...his past personality slowly reviving.
"It's not a problem," he replied as he rose his head upwards, meeting the gaze of the unfamiliar male in front of him, "I shouldn't have taken you by surprise."
With the beast within subdued and calmed, fear ceasing to surge within his wolfish veins, Jaxom relaxed and became more at ease. His shoulders loosened as he sat himself down upon his haunches as his orange tipped tail brushed in a rather satisfied manner behind him.
"My name is Jaxom, I hail from the mountains just by Seer's Cliffside towards the North. Amelie's an old friend I ran into a while back," he remarked as he tilted his head slightly.
"And you are?" Tahja Estes Rio was oblivious to what had transpired between Tahara and Ryoku, hell, the simple fact of the matter was that Rio could barely wrap his brain around the concept that he was gifted himself, and that there were at least two others like them. He was smarter than he let on, but really, Rio was much more of a simple wolf than that, which was precisely why he didn't bother boasting his intelligence or talents.
Jaxom's demeanour having changed brought a bit more warmth to Rio's eyes. He cast them over Ame' as she moved to sit between them just for his eyes to wander back to Jaxom again with a lopsided expression of mirth.
"Name's Rio, I'm clear from the opposite end of there, seems like. Nice to meet'ya Jaxom." RonsoStryder ((Not a problem, Tahja! <3
So much drama! XD))
A friendly rumble emitted from his chest as the wolfess drew towards him and nuzzled his head against his shoulder. Chuckling softly as she stepped away, he nodded. "It's been that long?" Glancing down towards the grounds whose face was littered with flowers and vibrant vegetation, he smiled as he peered back towards her. "Well, nevertheless, it's always a pleasure to be in your company," he commented as a silent thought drifted at the back of his mind.
There was something...different about Ame'lie. It was nothing foul but rather something about her that intrigued him but, whatever it was, he couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was.
He smiled as he repeated the name softly to himself. "Rio," he pondered slightly, a bit intrigued by the name. "It's an honor to meet you. A friend of Ame'lies is a friend of mine." As the she-wolf came to sit between them, the tawny and carrot colored male smiled warmly. It was then that the reoccuring thought penetrated his thoughts again, trying to decifer the shrouded feelings and sensation that intrigued him.
But he'd rather not be caught up in his thoughts, not now.
Tearing himself away before the seclusion of his mind could incarcerate him into the depths of his thoughts, Jaxom listened to her next question and found himself in a bit of a perdicament. How has he been? Oh, where to start? What to tell of? Of the bloodshed and the treachery he had committed against his own flesh and blood; his older brother?
Perhaps he should divert to some other question and- no.
He had promised himself, he had made a vow, that he would not let his emotions control him like a helpless marrionet puppet. His other side, the chivalrous, kind, loyal wolf would return and bring demise to the ruthless, heartless gamma that stood before them.
Jaxom had to change...he had to reawaken himself.
"I'm-I've," stumbling over the basic words and his tongue, the tawny and carrot colored male sighed. "Remember when I was searching for my brother, Damu, and for my friend, Zahima? Well...I found Damu and the truth behind my packs whereabouts."
Even to this day it tore at his heart to speak of the loss of his pack and his lover but, perhaps, Ame could help him mend the damage that he had sowen or at least guide him in advice of what he could do to reverse such tensions between him and his brother...
Attempting to get the words to roll off his tongue, Jaxom gritted his teeth and relaxed. He didn't expect it to be so hard to tell of what he had found. "My pack was killed that night when mankind had unleashed fire into the packlands and they- they took Zahima...they killed her. But it was when I had reunited with my brother and he had told me of the news that my fear, pent up emotions and whole body seemed to become engulfed in rage! It was the realization that I had searched for things that never existed..lives that were stolen by mankind." He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as his body slightly trembled at the horrid images that flashed through his mind.
Bloodshed- a war for the soul that could never be quenched. It was a brawl between flesh and blood where raw emotions and severed hearts could no longer bear to go on...so much had been lost, so many things that could never be replaced.
"I was foolish to of think their blood rested upon his paws, that his transgression against the pack brought their demise...thus, we fought with one another until we could stand no longer but that was until I realized that I had become the monster, the thing that I hated most," he continued, slightly rambling on while feeling his soul becoming cleansed, lifted of the burdens that had weighed heavy upon him for so long.
"But," he began with a soft sigh," I want to confess to him that I was wrong...I have to speak to him again but I can't for fear that when I approach him or his mate, Taima, he'll seek my life."
His shoulders slumped as his whole body seemed to be on the brinks of collapse as the mere thought of facing his brother again. What would come of the tragedy? He didn't want to think about it...
"What do you think? How- how can I reverse this damage?" Werewolf Am鬩e's ears flicked considerately as fluttering images flickered through her head. As Jaxom became more intent they became more clear- for she did not search for such things in his mind, only for that which she could not avoid spilling over and glancing upon. Fire and flames. She thought, her brow knotting in an expression that was not typical of her. They burned. No, the brothers. She incoherently bubbled inwardly. They had fought, Jaxom and this phantom wolf- and Taima? Her old friend yelling, and trying to stop them...
She flinched somewhat and frowned, before shoving the bubbling away. It was hard to press, for his feelings on the matter were conflicting, and as soon as she had pushed one idea back, another one washed over her with another wild and blooded picture of fighting and desire, and loneliness. Nothing was linear, and they vanished and flickered with the instances, but she was aware that mind did not work in a logical manner.
"Yes, I remember-" She said softly and reflectively as she listened to Jaxom make words to the images that were already flooding across her head. Narrated now, and she pieced them slowly, sometimes things were missing and unnatural- and she ushered them away once more. Too prying! Should not see! But she overcame herself with a sense of sadness for the guilt Jaxom felt, and her head lowered softly, but a kind smile had found it's way back to her face.
"No one can be hating forgiveness, yes? If he wishes to hit you...then that is his trouble. You will not rest until peace is made, or if not rest, always sadness and anger... I think family is important. And he should be knowing, yes- that you are sorry? He is your brother...there will always be love in hate." She remarked, and nodded her head.
"But-" She gaped, quite moved with the sorrow. "I am sorry that things happened that way- your pack, and Zahima... Such bad things in the world... but, you must be strong for them, I think." Tahja Estes Rio nodded with the same friendly air as he slid down to settle himself to rest against the cool spring grasses, head atop his paws. There a little blossom of sweet pea sat stretching up to try reaching the sun that the trees hid away behind their branches. As the conversation progressed at first Rio listened with just half an ear, not sure if he should sit in too much, as he didn't know Jaxom personally very well. It seemed to him, after a few moments though, that Jaxom didn't care.
It was at the first mention of Zahima that Rio's ears perked, an odd sense of unease beginning to settle in. He raised his eyes to silently look to Jaxom again as the young male continued to speak.
By the time everything was said and done Rio was doing his damnest not to appear unsettled. His tail twitched a bit where it lay now on the ground, otherwise lifeless. On top of that his eyes looked a little glassy and distant for a long moment after Amelie' had spoken again, thoughts of his mate and his best friend back home, of their fight... Hiro's flashing jaws, Vinny intervening, the blood... Yet humans were not responsible for the suffering that they had known, Rio had not known the pain of death as Jaxom had, but he knew the heartache with which he spoke. He never did tell Amelie' how his paw had been wounded, he wondered now if Phib ever relayed the story to her?
Rio wished to offer Jaxom a bit of self taught advice then, something he'd learned on his own while he was still with his birth pack, with his best friends.
"If you two really are brothers, he'll listen to what you have to say, blood is thicker than a few misunderstandings, no matter how bad they may seem." RonsoStryder The tawny and carrot colored male tilted his head slightly, practically standing on edge to hear of what the wolfess advice woule be. Above many wolves that he had come across, he had found Amelie's logic to guide him closer to what he sought and, in his own logic, he believed she would have the insight of how to bring peace to the brooding war. In such situations before, it was the need for revenge that had driven him to the extreme but, now, he had found himself in an opportunity where he could break free from the engulfing darkness and save himself and his relationship with Damu.
He nodded as his head hung in remorse to the truth that was spoken. He had to bring an end to the rage, to the bloodlust between them and rekindle their bond as brothers once again. How much longer could he live with unceasing sorrow? Not too much longer. But whatever the risks, whatever the consequences, Jaxom had to soothe the rage of his elder brother least he would sought to live in despair forever.
A small smile crept upon his maw as he shrugged. "There was nothing I could have done to save my pack but at least I may be able to save my relationship with my brother and his mate, Taima." The next words that followed seemed to catch the tawny and carrot colored male off guard. He, Jaxom, was suppose to be strong for them? How could he?
His ears fell back slightly as his brows knitted in thought. "Wha- how can I be strong for them? I'm not even sure I have enough strength for myself."
His emotions churned within him, creating wakes of disturbance within as he sat there uncertain and still unsure if he could ever manage to look into his brothre's replicated, emerald orbs again and pour his heart out to him without fear of dying by his claws and fangs. Everything was twisted; the whole world seemed to be against him, thrashing him about like a defenseless prey, victimized and battered unceasingly until the thrill of the kill drained from its veins. He just needed time to make sense of it all...
When Rio spoke, Jaxom perked his head upwards and looked towards him with a respected silence.
"Blood is thicker than a few misunderstandings," he softly repeated, letting the thought muse about within his thoughts. Nodding his head, the tawny and carrot colored male smiled. "You're right...we're brothers and we're all that each other has left. I can't let myself stand idly...I have to make things right." Werewolf "Strength does not always have to be for yourself," She spoke softly, and carefully. "You must give them purpose- you remain from your clan that has fallen. Such love is upon you from them...and you must not despair when there is love. You must be strong on their sake, even if it is not for yourself. Your brother can help, if amends are made... and I think there is always love between brothers. Even small love, is still there. An important thing to have, if only for yourself is to forgive." She repeated. Words often fell from her without realizing what meaning they may have had. She was a creature filled with much love despite her many perils. Perhaps she only wished to counteract a darkness upon her family, but there was love in her utterings.
And now Rio- she had not expected his sudden thoughts, and they fell upon her with the same amount of intent that Jaxom's had. Strange and odd to her mind and uncontrollably her brain flinched and reached for more to try to make sense. Flushing, she broke her mind off before it grabbed too much- but somewhere in her mind a name was floating about. Vinny, Vinny.
She made the mistake of turning her attention to the name, and unknowingly more spilled in. Her capacity was much like a bowl- she could tip it to the side if she wished to know, and it would flood in broken frames and quickly she would animate it back together. But she tried not to. Too much power, and that power could corrupt. She knew this without even having seen the experience- Ryukkii's intelligence had made her cruel. Slyph's power had made her cruel. Am鬩e had forced herself into appearing occasionally dim, and powerless- but this new ability was true power. And she didn?t like what power could bring. Too addictive, too strong... to much of temptation to know everything she wanted; what other wolves did with such an ability, she did not know. Or perhaps, it was just her now.
At once she winced and broke it off again, this time holding herself quiet to make sure nothing more from either of her friends flooded in. Oh, how she tried to keep them out- but was it worthless effort? What would the realization bring for both of them? "Brothers- brothers must be strong for one another." She repeated, and shut her eyes. It helped ease her somewhat.
RonsoStryder There was love..from his clan towards him? Jaxom closed his eyes and huffed a slight breath, taking control of the emotions that began to storm within him. He had to be strong on behalf of himself and his deceased packmates...the tawny and carrot colored male had to forgive and forget of the tragedies, the betrayal and focus upon the things that mattered most; reuniting with his brother, the last remaining wolf of the Shadowsong pack.
He had been selfish.
Jaxom had not supported his brother nor help ease his pain like he had done when he was only a pup, admiring his strength when others looked towards his elder brother as a traitor and a rebel whose very existance threatened the pack. It was Akumi, their father and Alpha of the Shadowsong pack, who never belittled nor downlooked Damu...he had entrusted him with the most tumultious jobs and, reguardless, he had always completed them. But why now, growing older, did he despise his brother and treat him as an outcast?
It was true; he had become the very thing he had loathed. He had become one who showed no respect nor honor to the white and black swirled wolf who had served their pack...never once did anyone utter a compliment towards him as they only scorned upon his name and challenged him.
That was what forged a cold heart, it was the very reason that made Damu run away from his pack and disreguard his sentry duty. Never once did he experience love but, now, he had found a mate and had changed for the better.
His inner strenght needed to be directed towards not himself but towards his brother and his mate. Like Amelie said, brothers must be strong for one another. Jaxom was to banish the pains and ill feelings towards the past and pave a new destiny in hopes that his brother, Damu, and his mate, Taima, would join alongside him and re-establish peace between them.
Shifting his weight from his front paws, clenching and feeling the earth underneath his toes as the once shrouded thoughts begun to clear and bring a sense of understanding, the tawny and carrot colored male sighed rather in relief knowing what he had to do.
"I wish it was so simple...to mend the past and forget this ever happened," he mused softly as his eyes seemed to drift elsewhere, up towards the skies above where rolling clouds swept freely through the heavens with ease. "I can't help but feel that the road ahead isn't going to be an easy one." Werewolf Am鬩e shook her head slowly, thankful for having anticipated emotion and blocked her mind from absorbing it. She felt it- welled on the side of a wall that didn?t exist. Too close, and it would flood, but she kept herself still and it knocked against it haphazardly. The only things that remained were emotions, which tickled her with their intensity which she either submitted to or allowed them to flood past. She couldn?t help but think what Phib might have said to that sentiment. She knew he believed the world to be inheritably cruel, and something that had to be beat down until it knew you were living, but ultimately it would only win in the end. She didn?t like that belief, but she could not disprove that life was not hard either. But... so much more! There could be goodness too.
"I don't think life can ever be easy... but, good things too, yes? There can be good things for you now, and better once you have made amends with your brother. And even when things are bad and rough... they'd still be with you, and that's a goodness."
"But, it's not good to try to forget either. They don't deserve to be forgotten. Even if it is sad memories, they cannot be gone forever from your mind. Friends never really go away..."
RonsoStryder They say every choice has a consequence but, lately, it felt as if every thought or consideration of what the future was to bring reaped its own burdens upon ones very soul. There was good intentions within everything, yet it would take perseverance and determination to unlock the pure intentions from the shrouding darkness.
It was confusing..no- the whole world and its concepts of what was right and what was wrong seemed twisted and contorted in its own strange, appeasing ways. But, still, he would forever be enslaved to his emotions, a defenseless victim, if these broken ties would not be mended as a whole.
Jaxom knew all too well that this certainly wouldn't be easy...oh, what would Damu say when he saw his younger brother before him attempting to reason and pardon him of his transgressions against him and his mate?
Whether it would consists of trials by fire, remorse and judgement, the tawny and carrot colored male had no choice.
For too long he had wandered without any companionship or those he could look towards and seek advice. It would be nice to once again have someone older to look up to and another hunting partner...Jaxom never was a stupendous hunter.
A slightly quizzical facial expression unveiled itself as Amelie spoke once again, advising him in priceless advice that surely would help him understand more about himself and others.
"But how can I bear to let the haunting memories of the past still lay at the back of my mind? Many of them will never be forgotten but those that toil heavily upon my heart?" Tilting his head slightly, a low rumble sounded from his chest as he questioned himself.
"Never can I forget my friends but must the memories of the past always linger with me?" Werewolf She blinked slowly- perhaps now going over her own thoughts, and her own tradgedies. They still lived with her yes. You never really left your troubles, but she tried to see past them. So much darkness around her, and it was almost suffocating. Hatred, disease, war- everything seemed to plague upon life, no matter who you were. But Am鬩e could not let herself regret, even if they were painful.
"Things that are painful, will always hurt." She remarked softly. "But I don't think painful things should be forgotten. You must live past them, but they are still important, or else they never meant anything. Life must find new roots again, but you can always look back to what did not work before, or what meant something- I can't believe things happen without a reason somewhere." She peeped, and swayed her ears. "Even bad things, good must still pull forth from it. Your bad memories will always hurt, but if they are forgotten, they loose the reason behind the hurt and you loose them as well. And loosing friends, living or dead is never good either... But life still goes on even with them. You can learn to let the memories be, and hide them from your emotions. But to forget them..."
(( ;0; And now, I am afraid I must collapse to bed. We must continue this though sometime <33 ))
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 6:33 pm
.::.The Aftermath of the Shaman Encounter Pt. III: Damu/Taima.::. RonsoStryder Oblivious to the meditated prank his mate had been plotting, the white and black swirled wolf had been true to believe that this was a test to prove himself worthy within her eyes. However crazy such thoughts appeared, Damu had believed it. Between lovers, there had always been some test, challenge and trial put against ones mate to truly display his worth and devotion towards his or her mate. He had seen such strange proceedures done before but he had yet to learn first hand.
Just as he was about to lowere his head down, jaws open wide as they were made ready to quickly scoop up the pitiful fish and consume it with no chewing necessary, the white and black swirled male jerked his head upwards as Taima rushed forwards, laughing and pawing the fish away from them.
His emerald eyes softened as a relieved sigh escaped from his maw. When his mate graced his muzzle with tender licks and rolled onto her side, he smiled as his tense body slowly began to loosen and relax. The fear of consuming something so replusive still made his stomach churn and knot with a unappealing sensation but at least he did not have to bid to his mates wishing after learning that she would never make him eat somethig so...disgusting!
Flopping onto his side, Damu grinned as she snuggled up into his side, becoming engulfed within his white and black swirled fur. Rumbling with upmost pleasure, the male rubbed against her and brushed his muzzle against the side of her cheeks with a tender touch. "That's good to know," he laughed as he playfully tugged at her ear. "I don't think my stomach could handle consuming that fish..."
Glancing over towards the coarsing river as the silver streaks flashed and whirled in all directions, he grinned. The fishing attempt had been a success for him but what about Taima? Did she still want to learn how to fish?
"So..." he began as he rolled onto his back, emerald orbs peering upwards in curiosity, "do you still want to attempt to fish?" Tamiko-chan Taima laughed again, but then also frowned. Damu really had thought she'd make him consume that awful thing, hadn't he? Suddenly her eyes lost their brightness. She wasn't cruel, so why had he thought that? Glancing quietly at the fish, she saw that it was rotting even more now. It seemed that fish didn't hold out as long as other prey, probably because they lived in the water and so dried out quickly. Shivering, she moved farther away from the dead creature while also snuggling deeper and deeper into the male's fur.
"I don't think even the scavengers want that," she remarked slowly, glancing once again at the carcass. So disgusting! It soon began to make her stomach sick, and the smell rising up from it was making a terribly sting on her sensitive nose.
When he asked if she still wanted to fish, the female made a face. "I'm not sure I want to anymore," she sighed, finally looking away from the fish. "It smells rotten, and I don't feel like eating right now.." It was the truth, and she hoped that he wouldn't mind.
"Maybe another time?" she then asked, cautious now that she had turned down his offer. She had at first been excited, but now the smell of the creature just caused disinterest. RonsoStryder His black ears flickered as her jubulient mood had withdrawn into a soft, disappointed tone seemed to withdraw from her. Damu didn't mean to seem so oblivious to a harmless joke...it just was he had always been careful and tried to take things seriously. His old pack never did have time for fun as Akumi was a warlord whose train on thought was centered upon protection and bloodshed, the way of the Shadowsong pack.But how could he explain it to Taima? How could he tell her that he always looked upon directions or threats as the truth and prepared himself to either fight or take flight, running away if he knew he could never live up to a set standard.
Sighing softly, a small smile crept upon his maw as his moss and black hued mate pressed herself deeper into his burly, jagged mess of white and black swirls. Damu chuckled softly as he swung his head over her neck, a low rumble sounding from his chest. "We'll just pretend that it never existed," he grinned as he slid his back foot outwards, scooting the horrid creature from sight as it dropped into the rivers domain and out of sight. As his senses were free of such a rancid smell, he withdrew his foot towards his body and nuzzled up closer to her.
"Well," he replied as he glimpsed over towards the river bed, a questionable look drawn upon his maw, "the river's not goin' anywhere...there's always tomorrow."
He slowly slid his head from off the back of her neck, trailing down at level with his mates head as his emerald orbs peered into Taima's. Nodding gently as he daintily pawed at her face, he smiled warmly. "Of course! Don't worry about it, love. We have all the time in the world...and we just have to figure out what to do with it," he added as he tenderly nipped at her black ears as his black ringed tail swayed merrily behind him.
Though he had been looking forward to catching a few unsuspecting fish and filling his stomach, the hunger pains that had been bombarding his stomach had become so unimportant...he nearly forgot about them as he devotion was directed soley towards his mate, Taima. It still baffled him as to how lucky he was to have crossed paths with her and had found themselves hopelessly in love.
Both Taima and Damu were submerged within loves depths, entwined in unity forever and always. The once ruthless and cold hearted beast had transformed his heart into a battleground of passion and sensational emotions. He was lovesick...Damu had unlocked a banished personality that, at last, he was not ashamed of. He was affectionate and compassionate; a mate to his beloved Taima.
"What's next? Adventures towards the sea side? Trekking into the mountains? Starting our own pack? Come on...tell me! What can we do!" He yipped with pure thrill as the thoughts of what was to come next seemed to stir his adrenaline. Tenderly tuggin at her ear and growling softly, he grinned.
"Where do we go, Taima?" Tamiko-chan Taima lay very still and thought for a few moments. What should they do now? There were so many possibilities, it almost hurt to think of them all at once and go over each one in her head. So she suddenly stopped thinking about them and merely stayed there, silent.
Her eyes flashed every once in a while to let him know that she was thinking, and that an answer would hopefully be had in a few minutes' time. Trekking into the mountains sounded like great fun, but then she wasn't really interested in running into snow again. The cold substance was already leaving this place, and Tai had gotten used to the warmer weather. Plus, it was very hard on her paw with the missing pads. Starting their own pack sounded magnificent! But then she thought of what a horrible alpha female she would make, and quickly discarded the idea.
The last thing left was to find the sea. She had heard of the great and vast thing. Everyone said it was like a lake, but seemingly endless. They also spoke of how sparkling and dazzling the waters were when the sun was in the right position.
Finally making up her mind, the moss and black-colored female rose quickly to her paws. "Let's find the sea!" she yipped, bounding forward and nipping at his face before quickly darting off a few feet.
Her tail swayed rapidly behind her as she waited for her mate. She was ready to bolt, to simply run off and reach the sea. And unknowingly they would head straight into the alpha Hige's pack. RonsoStryder His emerald orbs suddenly widened as he watched his mate bound onto her paws, n** at his face and suddenly rush forwards in dire exhilaration. It was settled then; Damu and Taima would travel in hopes to find the sea.
Rolling over and stumbling upon all fours and forwards, the white and black swirled male ran after her as a wide, unbearable grin spread across his maw. "Wait up!" He howled with laughter as he rushed towards her, his black ringed tail flailing behind him while his paws underneath him soared across the leave encrusted surface of the woods.
Never before had he seen the ocean and this would be quite the adventure! Like many, he too had listened of the exciting tales of the sea concerning its power, beauty and savage nature. Some say that its surface was like countless jewels that reflected and shimmered in an immaculate display. Yet aside from its beauty, it's strange smell penetrated ones scents in a barbaric manner...such a scent was either foul or, strangely, pleasant.
Whatever the truths behind the mystery, Damu was ready!
Black ears perked upwards as his tongue lolled out of his maw. He could feel the anticipation swelling within him yet when the time would come where it was too great to hold back still remained shrouded. Padding aside his beloved mate, he wuffed.
"Ready?" Tamiko-chan Taima grinned and narrowed her eyes playfully. Her tail continued to sway behind her as she readied herself for the run. They would bolt all the way there if they had the chance, she knew, and so she was merely preparing herself for when the actually took off. She would have to be careful, however, for she knew how dangerous running so fast was. Memories refused to go away, even as the pain and scars vanished.
"Ready!" she yipped, her rump now swinging back in forth in the air slightly as she waited for the right moment. "One..." The countdown had begun. Or really, count-up, if one would even call it that.
"Two.." The suspense that she was creating was killing her, but she forced herself to wait. Self-control was a good attribute, and so she practiced it well.
"Three!!"
Suddenly the female took off, leaving a small dust rail in her wake. RonsoStryder Crouching low to the ground as his emerald eyes did an occasional check upon his mat, he grinned. Damu had come to know firsthand how tricky she could be and, truthfully, he loved how sly she could be! Taima was crafty but he was absolutely crazy about her! The white and black swirled wolf coudn't imagine his life without her and, because of the passions they shared, they were forged in unity forever.
As the count off began, he chuckled to himself. Oh how he yearned to bolt ahead and rush past her, his jagged fur whisping within the wind as the sensation of flight seemed to overcome him! But he needed to contain himself and show restraint...
Thus he waited.
When "three" sounded, his hea shot upwards as his back legs propelled him forward. His leaping strides set him out at a strong, brisk pace as he trailed behind his mate and her dust clouds behind her.
This was the begining of a new adventure and, unknowingly, the begining of a new life they would stumble upon. A new life...a new start to two lives who had merged by means of love and affection.
As his tongue hung out of the side of his maw, synchronized pants emitting from his chest, Damu pressed onwards behind his mate.
A new future was dawning.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 6:34 pm
.::.Recollecting Dreams: Damu/Kite.::. RonsoStryder The white and black swirled wolf awoke.
He lifted his head from off his forepaws and sighed as a wreath of mist dispersed from his maw. Above him resided a full moon, a drifting ghost that vanished within the confines of cloudbanks and the darkened skies.
The same haunting dream made such a horrid past tangible as the screams and howls (though silent to the world) echoed within his ears, making his back fur stand up on end and bristle. It was the pains of the past...the night when mankind stormed through their packlands and mercilessly tainted their hands with the blood of innocent wolves. A night where no lives were spared save his own but the black markings upon his hide atoned for what he had done.
But such gruesome memories were best left residing within the back of his mind.
Staggering to his feet, Damu slowly rose to all fours and padded deaftly through the forest alone. Taima never could be awoken at the late evenings and it had become a routine; awakening to the shattered memories, fragmented dreams that never ceased to let him sleep.
Approaching a coarsing stream, he dipped his muzzle low into the reflection of the moon and dismembered its presence, just as his sorrow had done to him. It was a curse...a curse forged by war for the soul and pride and whose only antidote could be found in blood, fire and remission. Restless and awake as the world around him remained captive within sleeps deep slumber, the white and black swirled wolf sat himself upon his haunches and peered into the casted reflection of himself.
"I am only a shadow..." he whispered as his emerald orbs stared solemnly into the face of a shrouded being.
((Sorry for the delay, Beat <3)) Beat Fu Kite was breaking from what small daily routine he had, and had taken to night frolicking. A small routine, yes, because he did not often do the same thing everyday. However, sleeping nightly might be considered one of his few constants. It was logical that the hyperactive wolf would break this habit before long.
Besides, it was a beautiful night. A lovely full moon, fat and satisfied, basking it's light on the spring ground. The green faded into a pale silver glow. The shadows so deep that anything could lurk in them. It was picturesqu, minus the lithe little wolf bounding through the scene.
Kite wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he was sure that it was something. For the time being, however, he had decided to not overthink it, and had rather decided to attempt to catch the fireflies. His normaly bright coat was pale in the moonlight, but still contrasted with his surroundings. The sleeping earth seemed slightly unsettled by his ceaseless spinnings and weavings, the insects easily avoiding him on their own journies.
"Oh, pizzaz!"
He rolled the pointless words off his tounge with relish. It was a fine, fine night. RonsoStryder The once calm, still silence had suddenly erupted as the presence of another wolf had made itself known though, perhaps, oblivious to his whereabouts. It was night whose shrouding darkness forged him a perfect cloak, allowing him to stalk the night freely with no fear to without him from his pleasures.
But it was the unfamiliar stranger whose seemed to rather strike up his curiosity.
From hearing his exhilarated speech and catching a glimpse of a swift figure that loomed within the moonlight, the white and black swirled wolf tilted his head. "Why would anyone be up?" He rumbled low as he began to slowly draw towards a slight clearing where countless, darting lights fluttered within the air and the foreign wolf resided.
His brows furrowed slightly while his wolfish veins pulsed with a slight rush of adrenaline. Damu didn't know what to make of the situation; benign or...disasterous. But he couldn't let that stop him from investigating the nights activities.
Padding stiff-leggedly through the tall grass that breached upwards at his paws, he drew up a warm smile as he approached the hidden wolf.
"Evening," he announced with a slightly gruff tone, emerald eyes still holding a gleam of an intrigued nature within them. Beat Fu Kite had been about to start rolling when he heard the stranger, as a result he was forced to turn his head in an odd angle to greet the new wolf.
"Yo, it is a fantastic night, isn't it?"
He grinned at the wolf, wagging his tail but not bothering to aproach him to greet him. Afterall, he had to keep his eyes on the bugs. You never knew when they would just fly out of the feild and back to the sky. Where else would then be during the day when there were none in sight?
"Completely~ There hasn't been a night this nice since at least last night, but I wouldn't have noticed because I was sleeping. It seems a stupid thing to have been doing now that I think of it," he added, spilling once so that he was facing the new wolf head on.
"I'm Kite." RonsoStryder A twist of relief and a grin seemed to slide upon the white and black swirled wolf's maw as he could sense no threat. His bristled fur upon his back toppled down to a relaxed state while his muscles seemed to loosen up.
Damu never could be too sure about anyone anymore especially after the tragic encounter with his lost brother, Jaxom, that only erupted into senseless bloodshed. No- he never did like thinking about that day but it always seemed to be lurking at the back of his mind in a haunting manner.
Glancing up towards the heavens above where countless stars littered its deep blue canvase and fireflies freely roamed about, he chuckled to himself. "Yes," he replied as he settled down upon his haunches, "I...guess I never take time to admire it."
No. He never did take time to slow down and just admire the simple things in life but, for now, he could endeavour within nights mysteries and just...relax.
He smiled warmly as his emerald eyes met with those of the young adult. "I'm Damu. It's nice to meet you, Kite."
"Are you-" the words slowly formed from off his tongue, thinking just before the words managed to flow from his maw, "from around here?" Beat Fu "Well, you can take the time now, eh?" Kite chuckled a little, sitting down easily, towered over by the other wolf. He didn't really seem intimidated though. It is uncertain whether he was even capable of that emotion.
Kite wagged his tail happily. This wolf seemed very nice, especialy since he was willing to talk to Kite about such frivilous things as the little wolf loved.
"Damu? I'm happy to meet you as well," he grinned, shiting his paws slightly, eyes near the same color as the other wolves squinted slightly with his smile.
"I am from around nowhere? Everywhere. That sounds nicer. But i havent' been to this area before. It is very nice. Is it where you are from?" he asked slightly, looking around distractedly a bit as if he expected a pack to just crawl out of the ground.
RonsoStryder "Not originally. I hail from the north, just by Seer's Cliffside if your familiar with the mountains, but when two-leggers invaded my packlands I had no choice but to run away." A soft sigh escaped from his maw as his brows furrowed slightly. Such a horrid past consumed with bloodshed, betrayal and war for the soul! But, as the heart grew stronger, he never did like to speak of such things least he was trying to coax a foe into submission or intimidation...but now was not the time.
"My mate, Taima, and I have been roaming freely in search of a pack or a place we can fit in with," his eye shifted slightly round about him as he chuckled to himself. "But this part of the woods seems to suit our needs or at least until we're on the move again."
Behind him, his black ringed tail swayed merrily behind him. It was somewhat invigorating to speak to another wolf and to actually speak of anything, truth be told. The worries and uncertainty of what life could deal him had wrapped his mind in costant thought but he didn't need to worry for now.
Damu could just...be himself.
"Everywhere," he mused at the thought with a rumble, "that's better than nowhere. I take it then you wander alone? Or are you in a pack?" Beat Fu "I am not familiar with that area. I came from the oceans to the south, so the mountains around here are the first I've seen," he answered with another tail thump, thourougly enjoying the company. He did not know much about two leggers (the image that had been created in his mind from his mother was like a bear with no front legs), however he figured that Damu was better off here anyway.
"That is good, I hope that you and you mate are enjoying your time here as much as I am. Oh, yes, I'm alone, although I perfer to say not tied down," he said jokingly, thumping his tail again, "I was with my family until not long ago. I got seperated but it's okay, because I needed to adventure anyway," he added with another happy grin.
RonsoStryder A rather amused smile crept across the white and black swirled wolfs maw. He reminds me of myself, he thought with a wider smile. "I was the same way," he commented with a bit of a cheeky smile, "I never did like being rebuked by rules and packlife when I was younger. Freedom, or just to be free, is what feeds my yearning to explore."
Damu was about to speak again but his maw gaped open slightly. Did- did he say he was from the south by the oceans? His eyes widened as a surge of excitement washed through his wolfish veins. The south was the exact place he was proceeding to journey towards with Taima, it was her special request and a place the two longed to visit.
"You're from the south, by the sea correct?" He was surprised and rather intrigued that he had actually come across someone who was more than familiar with such a place. Perhaps he could learn more or at least what's out there.
"Tell me- tell me about the sea and the south," he yipped with a broad grin. "I've never been there and perhaps there are things I should know about the South before venturing there."
His paws underneath him shifted as his toes wriggled around within the dirt, clenching and releasing the soil. It was a silly anxious habit but he couldn't contain his excitement.
The long dreams and visiualizations of such a mysterious place would soon be unveiled and the need for another journey would once again overtake him. Beat Fu Kite twitched his tail a bit. He had never been part of a pack really, his mother and his father hardly counted as a pack. However, he didn't like being told not to do fun things either.
He thought about it for a minute before going back to his usual chipper expression, wagging his tail happily once again.
"Oh, yes. I was born far south and to the east of here," he said happily, a bit surprised by the interest.
"Well, there are alot of different souths, if you know what I mean? The sea directly south of here is colder in the winters, more stormy. But the summers are undoubtedly pleasant. The waves are large and the animals in the water are amazing to see. Swimming is good too. The places I spent most of my time were more to the south and east, where there were leafy trees and warm rain. Bright birds and sun all year long.... Tropical I suppose"
He started thinking a bit more, wondering how to describe the ocean.
"It is very wet and salty." RonsoStryder Damu tilted his head slightly as he intently listened to what Kite spoke of. Thankfully the brunt of winters coldspell had already dispersed and spring was breaking through and, hopefully, the weather would be pleasant enough for a swim or two. His mind began rambling with images of what such a place truly would be like; the warm sun glistening upon the sandy banks, perhaps more fish to chase and new things to smell. It sounded too good to be true!
Ah, the ocean. The sea itself still remained a mystery to him as the only thing that was comparable to it was a lake but even that could never pull in equality to the majestic sea herself.
The white and black swirled wolf had heard countless tales about the seas two sides; of elegance and sheer catastrophy. Some said that her waves could be docile for a few moments and wash upon the sand with a passive nature when suddenly the tide could change...and- well, one would find themselves in the hands of a powerful entity.
Pawing at the ground for no reason at all, Damu grinned as his tail thumped and wagged in a very pleased manner.
"It sounds fascinating!" He remarked as he peered upwards to settle his gaze back upon Kite. "Do you know if there are any packs or other wolves that inhabit the lands towards the sea?"
Though he was oblivious and uncertain of what or who they'd run into, Damu couldn't hold back his curiosity. Even the brightly hued wolf before him was unsure, that wouldn't hold back the white and black swirled wolf from trying to find out.
He wanted to know.
He wanted to find adventure and, alongside his mate, Damu wanted to find a place where they could finally belong.
For too long they had wandered alone and forlorn within the woods, outcasts and downlooked. It was time for them to forge their own destiny...It was time for them to move on and discover the world that resided outside of Shaoilin Woods. Beat Fu Kite grinned again, pleased that he had succeeded in explaining it to his new friend Damu.
"The ocean is a good place. This place it good to though, especialy tonight," he added again, lookig to the skies for a moment. He liked these lands pretty well. Although he considered visiting the ocean again since it was getting so nice, then he could say hello to Amelie and Cassidy again.
Speaking of.
"Oh yes, there is at least one pack I know of. Amelie's pack lives by the bay. I don't know of any others, but then again I havne't been asking..."
He thumped his tail again and grinned a little wider before returning to his usual smile. RonsoStryder His ears flickered as he tilted his head in a quizzical manner. Amelie?...such a familiar name.
Could it be?
Well, there was only one way to find out.
"Amelie..." he repeated softly to himself with a questioning tone. "Isn't she Phibs mate? The black wolf whose covered in scars, right? Her name sounds very familiar."
It felt like so long ago when the path of the vagabond and the tainted soul had crossed; wandering lone on a search yet that day it was the black wolf whose outlook and advice had altered Damu's for good. The once cold-hearted beast had repressed the rage within and forged a stronger bond; love.
The white and black wolf couldn't help but feel as if it was to Phib he owed his very life too. It may seem strange but, truthfully, it was the insight and inspiration that had led him to Taima...to open up and express his feelings in a new way.
He chuckled to himself as an undeniable grin crossed upon his maw. "I owe Phib..." he muttered to himself as he glanced towards the skies above. Beat Fu Kite considered the question for a long time before answering, "Well, I have never met her mate... is this Phib very serious," he asked, putting on his fake serious voice at the end.
"Amelie says he is very serious and worries alot. I think I heard Phib, but I wasn't really listening carefully, so maybe I didn't," he said cheerfully again, wagging his tail at the admission of a bit of idiocy.
Kite shifted slightly, allowing his paws to slide out from under him a bit, stretching and growing a little uneasy at sitting, but wanting to continue his conversation with Damu.
"What do you owe him.... something to eat?" RonsoStryder Damu couldn't resist; a low chuckle rumbled from him as a wide grin broadened across his maw. "Yes, that's Phib alright. Serious and stern but his a deep insight and logic...he's a fine alpha."
A slight sigh escaped from his maw as Kite had caught his soft words. Ah, the past. It was uneasy to speak of yet it was what had made his heart grow stronger. After all, it's ones trials that forge who we are and who we are to become.
His black ringed tail swayed back and forth behind him as his mind was attempting to put together the words he wanted to convey. "I wish it was that simple of debit but it's much more," he replied with a rather musing tone, his facial expressing wrinkling with thought. "Phib helped me realize what I had forgotten....he showed me that I had forgotten to- to live."
Such words may have sounded ridiculous and pure idocy but after a life of rebellion, constant uncertainty and riled emotions, Damu had forgotten how to have fun, to express himself rather than fighting and...how to love. Phib had helped him look away from the past and discover that there was so much more to life than war for the soul and senseless bloodshed, that there were passions, adventures and new things to try and Damu would only be killing himself if didn't stray away from the path he was on.
In short, Phib had helped him find his true love and discover the real wolf that resided within him; the kind, chivalrous and, of course, fluffy companion whose true personality had helped him win over Taima.
"It probably sounds stupid," he continued as his gaze drew back towards the dense forest, peering in the direction where their temporary den resided, "but he freed me from my own destruction...I've changed for the better." Beat Fu Kite wagged his tail steadily at Damu's story. Phib was aparently not only serious and worrying, but also smart enough to see that having fun was most important. Although that wasn't how it was phrased, that was the message Kite recieved from it.
He once again remembered that seriousness was important too.
"It doesn't sound stupid, it sounds a great deal smarter then most wolves. They always get tied up in silly things like the past. The past is behind you, and the future is ahead, but right now is right now and if you are thinking about the other times then you are missing today," he rambled, very certain sounding. Kite didn't have many strong beliefes, but he did believe that enjoying life's adventures was the most important part of everything.
"I am glad for Amelie," he grinned, ruining whatever phillosophy he had going with another happy thought about his friends. Amelie perhaps understook him better then many of the wolves he had met, and he was glad that she had a mate who understood living.
Although aweful serious. RonsoStryder The white and black swirled male nodded his head in full agreement. Kit certainly seemed to know what he was talking about and he couldn't help but feel that the need for an adventure of two was more than necessary; it was required for one to fully explore the world around oneself.
"Exactly," he chuckled low as his tail joyously thumped and swayed behind him.
Black ears flickered to and fro as he tilted his head slightly, a broad smile gracing his snow tarnished maw. This...Amelie...he had yet to meet and Damu especially sought to meet her sooner or later if she was the vagabonds mate. If she was anything like Phib in insight and intelligence, perhaps he'd have to seek more information from her and converse with her of deeper things and ponderous questions.
"I haven't met Amelie...but I would like too one day," he mused softly as his emerald orbs drew towards the ground. Still fidgeting and finding his haunches to grow tiredsome, Damu flopped onto his side and peered upwards back towards Kite. Ah, there was nothing like resting within the tall grass! It's cool sensations against his thick, burly fur was soothing.
Rolling onto his back, a wide grin spread across his maw. "The night's still young; how about a race?"
Yes! There was nothing like a good race to stir up his adrenaline! He always was a sucker for races and challenges...Taima had always said it would one day be his downfall but, for now, he couldn't let that stop him.
Damu just could never contain his cravings for a good race! Beat Fu Kite continued to wiggle where he sat, moonlight dulled coat waving slighly in the night wind, reflecting occasionaly his full bright colors. He was very pleased to see that Damu didn't think him foolish, although he rarely cared if people did. It was still nice to be taken seriously occasionaly.
"Amelie is a good friend," Kite assured his friend seriously, sure that her and Damu would get along.
He wagged his tail a little quicker in amusement as his friend flopped over cheerfully.
"Ah, a race!?" Kite bounced to his feet immediately, tail wagging fiercely and his touge lolling slightly from his mouth in excitement. He adored racing! Like most things, it was an absolute treat, and to have someone else besides his shadow to race would be great fun!
"Yes please, lets, come on," he encouraged, wiggling slightly and bouncing on the heels of his paws with glee. RonsoStryder Bounding up to all fours, Damu shook his fur as a willy grin spread wide across his maw. The immaculate light of the full moon doused upon his hide, casting the strange shadows out into the open as the white and black swirled behemoth stepped forwards.
"We'll race then!" He yipped in an estatic manner. Behind him, his black ringed tail swept furiously in side to side strokes as his front paws slide in front of him, his back stretching and slinking low towards the ground. Shaking his head, he glimpsed towards the brightly accented male and rose upwards.
"There will have to be some boundaries and an ending point," Damu mused as he tilted his head slightly. "Oh...we'll race to the lake! It's not too far from here; just past the trees and towards the right by where the mountains stand."
He couldn't help but grip the earth underneath his paws and wuff excitedly. There was something about a good race that made him feel unstoppable and powerful! Wheter it was the exhilaration that stormed within his soul or the feel of the winds caressing gestures brushing against his face and back, he didn't know but it was those moments when he was most relaxed.
"Sound fair?" Beat Fu Kite nodded happily, waiting for the rules and regulations. He usualy didn't like rules. They sounded like limitations to him, things that stopped wolves from having proper fun. But races were funner if you had a place to end up, and a way to decide the winners. If you didn't there could be arguments, or you could run forever, or off a cliff.
That might be fun, he would have to try that some time.
Fun fun!
"Okay, the lake it is. Right over there? Okay, yes, yes, it is a race!"
He jumped back a bit and grinned widely, begining to pace around his friend, waiting for the call.
"Can we start? Is it time?" RonsoStryder Emerald eyes drifted from Kite as they swept towards the intended, worn trail that snaked and weaved to where the lake resided; just past the depths of the forest, take a right towards the mountains and it would be just directly in front.
This would be intresting.
A sly, willy grin crept upon the white and black swirled males maw as he glimpsed towards the brightly hued male. Crouching low towards the ground, the signal was given:
"GO!" He howled with a solacing chorus, his body lunging forwards into a powerful sprint.
Black ringed paws swept fiercely across the earths surface in an uncontrollable manner, all strength and stamina being summoned and conjured if he was to tast of victory. But it wasn't all about winning, no- racing was moreso a tactic to break himself away from the world around him and to just be...free.
That's what it was; freedom!
Dashing and snaking through the gnarly trees that emerged within the shadows of night, Damu grinned as he peered back.
Nights thick darkness hindered his ability to see far back but, in his favor, it also blessed him with a cloak that made him somewhat an illusion within the shadows.
"Come on, Kite!" He rumbled with pure laughter as the full moons rays doused upon him, revealing where the white and black swirled wolf progressed. Beat Fu At the call, Kite moved quickly, short legs coiling under him, bringing him close to the ground. A second, paused, tensed, and he was off, springing lightly foreward, low to the ground, nails lightly clinging to the ground. His paws lightly hit the earth, baredly touching it, and wound behind the bigger male, tail straight out behind him to control directions.
He loved to run.
His brow was furrowed in concentration, but a huge, fierce grin covered his face as he weaved and dogged, enjoying the feeling of being lost, the wind, the dirt that flew behind him as he lunged foreward, skirting behind Damu in the dark, leaping over sticks and dodging brush and unknown obstacles, not bothering to really pay attention to path or direction.
He really loved to run.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:28 pm
.::.The Warrior And The Wolfess: Tasubaa/Shanti.::. RonsoStryder Such a strange place.
Silently, deafly, the firey wolf padded through the forest. His sole left eyes scanned the surroundings constantly on the lookout for any signs of life or any trace of food. For too long he had gone without a kill and, as a consequence, Tasu's strength was faultering. It wouldn't be long until he'd succumb to his own fatigue.
His right eye remained sealed, forged shut by the claws of Valen, his once trusted alpha. By unknown means, his eye had remained slightly open but only an eeerie green hue penetrated from its opening. Yes, hatred could have consumed his soul, unleashed his true beast within but-no, Tasubaa merely thanked him.
A different conecpt, the young wolf had lost his sight in his right eye, true, but the alpha had increased his hearing capabilities as well. It was a loss but, also, a blessing in itself.
A passing breeze ruffled and swayed his jagged locks of hair atop his head, a slight chill supressing within his body as he couldn't let such a thing hinder his progress. He was searching, no- seeking for a place to rest as the long trek from the West had required all of his strength. Yes, he needed to rest and at least eat something...
Flicking his ears in a curious manner as he listened intently to the sounds around him, Tasubaa gritted his teeth and progressed onwards. In ones lifetime, one searches for a paradise, rakuen, but to Tasu that was one destination that remained shrouded.
He had been exhiled from his own pack by the ill-twisted orders of his childhood friend and alpha, Valen. He was afraid of a challenge, afraid that Tasubaa would plunder and maraude everything he had ever obtained. No- if he had truly known Tasubaa, he would have known that such an honorable wolf would never stoop that low.
Everything and everyone he had ever loved was stolen from him...and Tasubaa sought to face Valen again and lay claim to his pack that was under rule of a brutish monsterosity.
But when he could ever return home or find a true place to reside in always rested at the back of his mind, haunting him unceasingly.
Yet would such a day ever come?
"Where to now?" He grumbled low, as he drew deeper into the depths of the woods. Ary Keeyara (( xD Maybe he and Kiba should meet. They're both kinda searching for something they can't quite grasp. )) Many would say the woods were silent today, for it was dusky and cold for spring. The birds weren't singing at the present moment and there was very little activity among other creatures in this area of the forest. One wolf, however, would totally disagree. She lay perched up in one of the tall oak trees along a long, sturdy branch. How she got so high would be a mystery to others. But as she lay there, silent in her nature, she could hear the forest breathing in a sense. Nothing was ever truly silent to her, except herself.
Her companion, Blinding Dusk, had gone off alone and she didn't expect to see him soon. So, having not the heart to sleep at the moment, she watched the woods around her carefully. She was quick to notice the coming of a strange sunset colored wolf moving down below. She could hear his words, questioning himself. Her head tilted slightly to the side from her shadowed spot within the tree, wondering what he was doing.RonsoStryder ((Yes...they would have to meet though Tasu is more confused on what to do or where he should go...he's just lost and has no idea what he's to do...))
He was getting no where.
The thick, rugged forests were hard to manuever through as each direction, each path was the same. It all just lead into one big circle and, of course, there was not even a living soul he could converse with. His brows furrowed slightly as a snort escaped from his nose. "Great. Well, at least Valen and his brutes will be thrown off the trail..."
Padding deeper within the shadows as the towering oaks and brush created a veil of darkness, Tasubba sat upon his haunches and settled down.
His ears flickered in mild curiosity, a strange wonderment or perhaps the realization that the woods were vastly different from the free, rolling plains back home. The woods seemed shrouded and secluded with secrets and unknown mysteries while, back home, every incident and news spread like wildfire to every ear by howls and cries. But as there certainly was no turning back least he was willingly to hand over his fate and very life, Tasubaa would just have to make the best of his time.
A strange feeling suddenly washed over him as his stomach churned and knotted with a feeling; he was not alone. Oh, he knew all to well that this feeling had never faultered nor trifled him in a false accusation but, from looking around, where was the other lost soul that was joining him?
Small hackles rose from his throat as he took a stand to all fours. His left eye scanned round about as his tail feathered upwards as a banner. Tasubaa was ready to fight if necessary but that would be a last resort.
Stepping away from underneath the tree, the firey wolf slowly drew out into the open. "Whose out there," he rumbled with a slight growl as the fur upon his back bristled. Swinging his head as his spikey, spear-tipped hair swayed and shook, the male drew closer and into the depths of the light.
"Show yourself." Ary Keeyara Oh! Someone didn't look to happy. Shanti frowned slightly, for it made her feel rather sad. Wolves were so edgy here! She shifted in her perch, but still there was no sound coming from where she resided. It wasn't as if she wished to stay hidden, for if she did there would be little chance of ever finding her. But being out in the open and apparent to see wasn't exactly her style at all.
If only he were to look up! Oh, how she could be spotted then! But he didn't seem to think like that...why did wolves here never think of the trees? They were such great places to rest. She said nothing, for words was not something she was able to produce. Instead she simply watched with a sad frown about his nervous state. RonsoStryder Perhaps it was his imagination leading him on a wild, pointless search for another lurking soul. Or maybe he was just too tired from escaping death's grasp that he was letting himself fall victim to just another hallucination.
The firey, sunset hued wolf padded around in circles, swiping at thickets and burly shrubs for the unseen onlooker. But, so far, there was no sign nor trace. He gritted his teeth as his nose wrinkled with slight frustration. "Damn...my mind's getting the better of me. " As a slight grimmace spread across his maw, a small hint wafted within the air.
Lingering upon the soft air currents that swept elegantely through the woods was a scent. Not just any scent, though. "A wolf's scent," he muttered under his breath as he lunged into a hasteful stride, darting quickly and in every direction.
The scent was close, too close! It's strong fragrance was somewhat soothing to his mind knowing he wasn't alone yet that same relief still stirred a hint of uncertainty on what terms this wolf would fall under. But as his tongue lolled out of his mouth and the surroundings still remained desolate, Tasubaa romped in a furious manner back towards the oak tree.
What was happening to him? Had his keen senses become dull? This was...
"Stupid," he huffed as his head hung low, glorious spears of hair falling downwards in defeat. With little care, the sunset hued male flopped down onto his side and threw his head upon his forelimbs. Rest...he just needed to rest and relax.
With a sigh that drew fiercely from his maw, Tasubaa slowly rolled onto his back and stretched outwards. His muscles ached and grew taunt from running away but it was worth it. He still had his life, right?
Just before he closed his eye and flopped onto his other side as he never did like to sleep with his head facing the open, Tasubaa peered upwards. It was then that his senses confirmed his curiosity.
He wasn't alone.
Staring up to where a shrouded figure resided, the sunset hued wolf fell silent. His very breath drew quiet as he looked up towards the unknown presence. The scent well defined that it was wolf but how could any wolf climb up towards the trees?
Drawing a slight grin upon his face, Tasubaa rolled onto his side and settled his gaze back towards the limb of the tree.
"Found you." Ary Keeyara At his grin Shanti smiled. Oh! He wasn't sad anymore! That was good, she liked that best. Her tail wagged silently back and forth and her jaws parted to widden her smile. It was nice to finally be seen! For a minute there, she had thought he would run off looking for her when she was right above his head!
At this she shifted onto her paws and disappeared. It was odd, for she had been there just a moment ago...but then, she wasn't gone, for her scent remained. Then she was there again, this time a few feet from him on the ground. Her tail wagged again joyfull before she settled back on her haunces. RonsoStryder Watching from the ground, Tasubaa chuckled to himself as he found himself looking into the wide smile of a female. He couldn't help but tilt his head slightly and just gaze upon her in curiosity and intrest.
Still, the questioned remained; what was she doing up in the trees and how did she get up that high?
Shaking his head and swiping at his spikey hair that draped in front of his left eye, he smiled. "What are you doing up-" she was gone? No- Impossible. She was right before his eyes and had just...dissapeared.
Though she had vanished, her scent still wafted within the air strongly. Finding himself slightly perplexed and dumbfounded he stumbled to his feet and peered upwards. "Where did you," it was right as his gaze drew towards the ground in front of him, the sunset hued wolf's maw gaped open, "go?"
Quickly shutting his maw, he smirked as his tail swayed merrily behind him. His paws shifted underneath him, gripping and rustling the earth underneath them as his eyes fell upon her.
There she sat, upon her haunches just looking at him. Tasubaa was rather excited that the wolfess had decided to join him upon the ground...he knew there was no way he could have jumped up there anyways.
"How did you do that? I mean, how did you get up into the trees and...down here?" His tone was purely of curiosity and inquiring of how any wolf could have done such a stunt. Oh, but he wanted to know! Ary Keeyara Her ear seemed to twitch to the side in though. How to explain to someone who never climbed trees? She really didn't know. She had never been around when mother or the other older wolves of her clan taught the other pups. And somehow she couldn't really recall how she had learned. There were many ways to climb, really. The easiest was to jump from branch to branch...Perhaps she should demonstrate?
Standing up again, she jerked her head smoothly as if to say 'Like this!' and sprung into action. It was hard for her to keep the action slow and visable. It was her habit to do it quickly and to make it hard to follow. She made a great jump onto a tree branch, a jump that almost seemed impossible to do and then made another after a pause to the next branch. Did that make sense, she wondered? RonsoStryder The firey wolf was left standing with his maw gaping open as the wolfess lunged into a short demonstartion. His left eye focused upon her, watching as she sprang onto an enormous tree branch and then continued rising upwards higher and higher. Speechless, Tasubaa merely shook his head as his jagged hair swung in the wakes of its path.
"No way...." he muttered under his breath as he padded closer towards the tree and to where she resided.
How could anyone...any wolf be so swift? Was he really hallucinating? No, this couldn't be a dream. Tilting his head as his fire-tipped tail swayed behind him, the young adult furrowed his brows slightly. Though he knew he could never configure just how she managed to jump so high or dissapear, Tasubaa let a wide, warm smile inhabit his maw.
"First things first; Names Tasubaa, I come from West of these woods. And you are?" Ary Keeyara Shanti paused on one of the branches when she saw he had seen her actions clearly. She wagged her tail slightly, feeling a little bashful at his sense of awe. It was nice to see someone so amazed by it! Well, at least amazed in a good way. Most of the time wolves either escaped her company due to her odd nature or her inability to talk.
And this was, of course, when the second problem arose. Her ears fell back and she looked rather sad. Her eyes were easy to read, as was her body language. She looked away, swishing her tail sheepishly. She couldn't tell him her name, after all. RonsoStryder Though the young wolfess had not offered her name to him, Tasu found it clear by her ashamed and bashful body language that, perhaps, she could not speak. Such a trait was uncommon among wolves as communication was centered around ones vocals; howling, confrontation and even sweet talking into affection but, for those who lacked that ability, body language was the soul foundation that proper communication could be understood.
As for Tasubaa, it was body language itself that was most used when hunting, brawling or fighting for dominance. One simple look, a swish of ones tail or the flicker of an ear portrayed a thought or a notion. Oh, he wished to know her name!
Striding around the base of the tree to where her face was slightly visible to him, he smiled. "I didn't mean to offend you...I guess I'm not all to quick at catching on," he shrugged with a minute sigh, pleading that the mishap wouldn't lead on bad terms.
"But I can guess letter by letter...right?" The sunset hued male grinned as he launched himself upwards, his forepaws up against the trees trunk as he peered upwards to the mysterious wolfess.
"What good is a name if no one knows it? I'll figure it out." Ary Keeyara Shanti beamed at him, so glad that he caught on so quickly! And he didn't seem to have any problems with her lack of speach either. So many wolves had left her company due to her muteness, for it wasn't the best thing for conversations. Yet he still wanted to talk to her.
She wished she could tell him he could call her what he liked. To be honest, she only knew her name in the sign language of her clan. She was educated in speach and spelling for wolves and humans a like-though she still knew not what a human was-but since this training wasn't used it was very old in her mind. He could guess, but it was very likely she'd get mixed up. Well, it was a worth a shot? RonsoStryder Tilting his head slightly as he peered up towards her, he grinned. Tasubaa seemed unaware that there were countless names in different tongues, dialects and given representation of ones very personality. Well, he'd either hit the nail on the head or just give her a name just avoid calling her 'miss'...names were so much better than a casual formality.
"Let's see, is your name..Tehya? Sisiaki? Tala? Mia? Kai? Meda? Nova?" He rambled slightly, a rather intrigued expression sitting upon his face.
The sunset hued wolf knew little of the tongues of other wolves nor of their precise dialect and, as result, he was left to only question the wolfess before him with the names from his own tongue.
It was an old and estranged dialect that had been sparsely used by few two-leggers but, consequently, the wolves had found it to merge with their own dialect and diction. For generations, the strange language had served them well and, to this day, it still held strong to his ex-packs roots. Yet if the same language was helpful or perhaps some sort a a key to unlock the she-wolfs true name still remained shrouded.
A slightly cheeky smile crept across his firey maw. "Any of those close?" Ary Keeyara Shanti paused, listening to his words for a long moment, as though trying to think over them. Were any of them familiar? No...they didn't seem to be. She was sure if he had said her name she would have known. So, she told him so with a small twist of her head in a "no".
She did, however, wag her tail at his attempts. All were pretty names. It was nice to have him think she might be one of them! Her smile also showed that she was happy that he was trying, even if he hadn't guessed it as of now. RonsoStryder He shrugged his shoulders as he chuckled to himself. Watching from below as it was obvious that none of the names clicked any sort of familiarity, it seemed that Tasu would have to take a different approach.
Though it made him grin as it appeared that the wolfess rather was fond of him at least attempting to guess, he couldn't seem to stop! But that was when an idea struck him; rather than guessing her name, why didn't he just give her one?
Yes, that seemd much better than babbling away at thousands of names. Now to just pick that one special name for her...
"Well, I'll give you a name," he announced as his tail wagged estatically behind him. "How about Mika? It means 'of the wind'."
Curiously tilting his head, Tasubaa smiled warmly. He liked the sound of it...Mika. From watching her soar into the air in breathtaking leaps, seeming almost weightless as she leapt skywards, the firey males mind had focused upon that sole name.
Such a fitting name for a wolfess who seemed to know that element better than he did. Ary Keeyara Shanti wagged her tail energetically at the idea. Ah, so she got another name! Somehow it was always fun to get a new name...since she couldn't seem to tell them her own, she found herself trilled at the idea of having a new sound to represent her. And Mika was a pretty one, too!
It was obvious she liked it. She shifted silently on her branch and then pushed herself off, landing lightly and without a sound upon the forest floor beside him. RonsoStryder There was a feeling that stirred within the firey male that seemed foreign; it was one of trust, equality and...kindness. Never, no- never had he felt such emotion towards a single individual before. Maybe it was the way the wolfess presented herself in a rather mysterious, intriuging manner that would cause ones senses and curiosity to run wild! Perhaps it was her silence that made Tasubaa look into her eyes and watch for the words to be conveyed in her body language, flickering orbs that grew resistant when they were pulled away from her.
But whatever the cause, the one lonesome male had found himself to fall tail over paws for the unique she-wolf.
Onlooking with now softened eyes as their cold stare from long ago fear had receeded and withered away, Tasubaa smiled warmly as Mika leapt from the branches overhead and gracefully plnated herself beside him. Padding one step closer to her he drew his muzzle near her ear and rumbled with a soft laugh. "I don't know how you do it." He was hesitant at first but, slowly, he slightly opened his maw and tenderly nibbled one her ear.
What was he thinking? Certainly he had more manners than to just swallow a female with affection. But the pains of betrayal and remorse made his body yearn for the forgotten taste of love.
He was helpless.
He didn't know what reaction to expect but, silently, he hoped that maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't mind recieving such affection from him even though they had just barely met.
WIthdrawling his maw away from her ear, he flattened his ears slightly and emitted a soft whine. "Sorry..I- I don't know what I was thinking," he mused slightly with an embarrassed, sheepy grin. Ary Keeyara Unbeknownst to the male, however, was how ignorant Shanti truly was. Despite how she loved interaction with others and easily accepted them, she didn't know anything about love relations. She barely knew about friendships. Her clan hadn't been a place where either really existed. It was a mirical she even acted as she did instead of a blood-thirsty killer.
So, she was suprised to say the least. But she had learned something from another male she had befriended-normal wolves liked to play. So, her doe-eyed look of confusion slowly faded and she wagged her tail with a smile slipping naturally back onto her face.
She would have done something in return, but he pulled away before she could manage. When he appologized she cocked her head, looking completely baffled again. Why was he sorry? She didn't quite understand...and this was very easy to read, as she always was. RonsoStryder His brows furrowed slightly as a gentle sigh escaped from his maw. The look upon Mika's face could only convey her perplexed state as if she was unsure to his abrupt halt, him pulling away his head from her and shamefully looking away. Love was such a funny thing but to those who knew nothing of its elusive ways, it only kindled greater within ones heart.
He could feel it; Tasubaa could feel its intensity stir within him as an uproar churned within his stomach. Oblivious to the sunset hued wolf was that this was only loves fragile stage where all emotions became tangible...there was still more for him to learn of and experience.
Ears flickering upwards, the jagged-haired male drew towards her once again as his confidence was slowly building him up. Tasu afraid of revealing his emotions? No. He couldn't let that stop him.
"Mika," he softly spoke with a humble, warm tone about his soothing voice. "I didn't mean to pull away from you on purpose. It's just that- well, I've never known what to expect from...my emotions. I guess I'm-" the words stumbled and tumbled about his tongue as he tried to coax them smoothly from his maw. Why did it have to be so hard?
"We've just met but...I want to get to know you more," he smirked as his firey hued tail swayed casually behind him. "I think I've fallen in love with you."
Approaching her slowly as he took a step towards her, Tasubaa swayed his head as his jagged hiar above swept and swayed around until his muzzle tenderly brushed against the wolfess in a delicate manner.
These new emotions were both foreign and exhilarating but whether they would be accepted by Mika still remained uncertain. Tasubaa could only hope that these same emotions were mirrored by the mysterious she-wolf as well. Ary Keeyara He spoke of love so carefully that Shanti wasn't sure what to think. She had not learned of love in her clan. Anything she knew about the word came from her observations on her own. She had noted those in a family often "loved" each other and friends "loved" each other and mates "loved" each other. Which kind he was refering too she couldn't seem to make out.
So her doe-eyed gaze returned as he spoke until he gently brushed his muzzle against her. She had never really understood why wolves did it before...but now she did, at least a little bit. It gave her a sweet, fluttering feeling in her chest. Oh! And she felt so warm...it was really nice! She couldn't help but smile and wag her tail smoothly, her white ears flickering back slightly in pleasure. RonsoStryder A broad smile widened across his maw as Mika smiled and wagged her tail with pleasure. Tasubaa could only hoped he was conveying his deepest feeling to her, the truth to his stirring emotions within him. He was in love with her...a binding love that could entwine two individuals together for life. Yet whether that was what she wanted still remained uncertain.
Wuffing softly as he manuevered his muzzle towards hers, the sunset hued male daintly licked her nose with upmost tenderness as his softened, red eyes gazed upon her.
"I love you, Mika. Maybe it sounds crazy...a bit too soon...but I'd sacrifice my life for you. I'm helplessly in love with you." His voice drew in a soft, soothing whisper as he stood there hoping- no, pleading that she too felt of the passion that was burning within his heart. Such emotions were engulfing him, taking his whole being hostage as the feelings kindled greater and greater.
Never had he felt such things before...
Tasubaa felt as if he could pour his whole soul out to her! Discarding every pain, every thought and intention just to be with her! He would give everything just to be with her... Ary Keeyara This male made very little sense to her. This wasn't a bad thing...it was just very strange. No other wolf she had met had talked to her like this...and they had never acted this way either! It was baffling to say the least.
But as before, that funny warm feeling came and made her heart feel like it was swelling. She wondered, absently if she was sick or something. But it made her feel happy, so she decided he couldn't be. Her tail swished back and forth rhythmically almost to the point where it's movement was forgotten.
She looked at him in worried confusion, however, when he said something about sacrificing his life. Hu? She didn't want him to die! xD Aparently she didn't quite understand the meaning of the phrase. Instead of taking it as he wanted to protect her due to his feelings she seemed to think he wanted to go die. RonsoStryder The sudden expression of distress that flushed upon the wolfess face only made him come to his senses and realize what he had forgotten; to at least be understood.
His ears perked up suddenly as a rather embarrassed, sheepish frown drew upon his maw. "No! No- I'm not going to kill myself! Never! I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm willing to protect you and do anything for you...for love."
Perhaps he thought that it would be easy to speak his mind before letting his thoughts gather twice about his compiled musings. Tasubaa was just letting the words roll off his tongue before letting his mind focus upon the spoken words.
Rumbling softly as he nuzzled her back fur, he chuckled low. "You're the first she-wolf I'd have ever let get close to me...or rather any one that has. They always seemed frightened and unsure of me but you were different; you did not shun me away." Ary Keeyara Shanti looked extremely relieved when he said he wasn't going to kill himself. He had had her worried there! But she was quick to believe his words, no matter what they said-such was her sense of niavity. If she said he wasn't going to, he wasn't going to...then again, if he said he would he would. xD At least, in her mind. Though she still failed to completely follow his words on love.
Mm! There he went nuzzling again! Her tail went back to swishing and her ears pulled forward more joyfully. But she did c**k her head in confusion at his last statement. Why would anyone shun him? RonsoStryder His firey hued tail swayed behind him in a more jubiulent manner; feathered and waving in the air like an unfurled banner that portrayed his upmost joy. A still puzzled sensation seemed to linger about her as his words still didn't grab her understanding.
His brows furrowed slightly at the realization. How could he put it simple enought that Mika could understand?
He'd have to find a way.
Yet her look of confusion seemed to stagger his thoughts slightly as she perhaps sought an explaination as to why he was shunned. Best explain it in the simple version, he thought as a muffled sigh escaped from his maw.
"My Alpha, Valen, turned my own pack against me," he replied with a slightly bitter tone. The pains of such a horrible tragedy still were raw and tender from when the mutany took place. "He betrayed me...and my trust. He almost killed me but I managed to find this place. There's no chance he'll come around here...he got what he wanted."
Tasubaa shook his head, whisking away the ill thoughts from his train of thought. Valen, that twisted, dishonorable wolf would pay for his treachery! He would make sure of it to the fullest extent!
The thoughts of ever finding love seemed to vacate his mind. Perhaps he would never be understood; perhaps he was destined a forlorn soul that would haunt the woods for all eternity.
He was giving up....
He had tried everything to tell her what he felt, to express to her his stirring emotions but it just wasn't working. What was he doing wrong?
"Only a shadow," he muttered to himself a his ears flickered in a rather disheartened expression. Ary Keeyara Betrayal. A word Shanti knew all too well. It stirred unfriendly memories within her mind. Numerous times it had been used to describe people within her clan and their actions. And more times still had it been spoken in the dying breaths of those in her fangs. Hearing it spoken again, after so long, was painful.
He spoke of it so horribly...and his words seemed far more harsh then those of her clan. Her mother had asigned her with a duty and she had never questioned it as they screamed of her trechery. She had continued it, as her mother designed and never thought over how it fit into the world of wolves that existed now.
Shame hit her like a bullet, a sudden pain she couldn't explain. She suddenly felt ashamed of herself. Though she knew nothing of the wolf he spoke of, what made her different from him? What made her different from that who he despied? Well, he didn't know...but somehow the odd twist in her heart told her she didn't want him to find out.
Her ears flickered back and she looked away, almost seeming to cringe at her inner thoughts. Leaving suddenly seemed like the best option...she didn't want him to hate her like this Valen he had talked of. RonsoStryder A pain seemed to sear through his right eye, causing him to cringe slightly and supress a wince. The past was brutal and the scars and markings upon his body were as testament to fortell the incidents and treachery. This is why he was hated; for showing strength and courage while Valen seemed to quiver for the fear of a mutiny or bloodlust.
Fear leads the mind in two directions; taking up courage or dismantling ones very logic into shambles. As for Valen, his twisted logic had only shattered his sensible thinking and had led him to seek the death of his packs Beta, Tasubaa.
His emerald orbs silently watched her as the young wolfess became hesitant and eager, looking in all direction as if to escape.
Was she leaving? Why?
Was it because he had said something to offend her?
No. No! Mika couldn't leave! He still had to somehow tell her how he felt! Oh, this wasn't good! He had to do something...Tasubaa had to say something!
"Mika..." he gently spoke as he drew his muzzle towards her, nudging her delicately.
Why weren't the words coming out from his maw? Couldn't he tell her!
He tried to open his maw again but to no avail did the words draw out from his tongue. This could not be happening...this could not end. Not yet...
Pulling his head back, the sunset hued wolf looked down towards the ground and sighed. "Can't you see I love you?" Ary Keeyara And that was the very problem. The strength of his words were starting to make her feel sick. Not because she didn't like hearing them or because she disliked the new warmth she felt in her heart but instead because she knew it would all vanish and be replaced by pain if he found out. If he knew what she was created to do-no, what she was, he would have to hate her, wouldn't he?
She'd much rather have fond memories of this moment then regrets and heart-aches later. So she pulled away, taking a few silent steps backwards. She looked at him sorrowfully, a look that said she didn't want to go and she wished she could stay. It was definately not a look one gave when they didn't at least have a minute inkling of feelings.
But before he could do anything else she was gone, vanished almost out of thin air in her speed and ways of the shadows. RonsoStryder The words that faultered, those that he could never truly convey seemed to prove futile. His maw gaped open slightly as he hesistated still to coax the words from his maw. He grunted and whined as he fought his inner self, trying to break free from his chains that witheld him.
But it was no use.
His emerald eyes widened as Tasubass watched her step back from him, her eyes softened and glazed with sadness, a silent beg for forgiveness. Padding towards her, he whined.
"Mika..." but it was then she vanished from him, into thin air and away from him.
Tasubaa had lost the sole wolfess whom had stole his heart and the only one whom had accepted him for what he was. Why didn't he tell her! She was gone...and knowing how vast the woods were, he knew their chances of crossing one anothers paths were slim. Fate had brought them together once yet a second time would be only destinys matchmaking.
Perhaps he was not ment for her; Tasubaa must have been blinded by love to see that he could have never been with her. Forever he would be alone, for eternity would he suffer.
"Mika..." he whispered softly as strange, foreign tears welted within his eyes. Trailing down his firey fur, weaving and slowly tumbling, the young male gritted his teeth.
Never would he see her again and the opportunity to testify of his love had vanished away into the shadows.
There was nothing left for him.
Suddenly the male threw back his head and unleashed a solacing, heartfelt cry that pierced through the silence of the woods and echoed audibly. "MIKA!"
It was long and painful; drawn out in sheer agony as the love that was once there was no more. The flames of passions that had consumed him were kindling into smoldering embers. He was in ruins..
Oh, how his heart ached!
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 10:52 pm
.::.Metal and Memories: Tasubaa/Link/Kendrick.::. GunSniper Link continued on his trail. He had gotten wind of a mountain valley pack not too long after his meeting with the Hati wolf. It was than he decided his wondering should come to an end, if luck were on his side he would be able to join this pack and have a home.The chain rattled quietly as slowly weaved in and out of trees of the deep wood. Link had just finished off a small breakfast and decided to take things slowly for now. The trees made the early morning sun?s light green over the forest grounds. The birds started chirping their morning songs, some even dipped to the forest floor for their morning meals. Link paid them no mind, his head was raised just above his shoulders and his tail swayed calmly behind him as he enjoyed the morning. RonsoStryder 
A light breeze whisped through the boughs overhead and gently caressed the fiery wolfs tapeered and jagged hair, swaying it and whisping it about in a gentle manner as he stiff-leggedly padded through the forest. Tasubaa grew restless; he never did favor the early hours of morning as, truth be told, he was a nightstalker and one who roamed about within the shrouding shadows. Yet the reoccuring recollections of his encounters with the mysterious she-wolf still haunted his every train of thought, stirring his heart in wallowing pain and remorse.
Why had she run away from him, what had he done to her?
Did she think he was...a heartless monster?
"Perhaps I will never see her again," he whispered softly as he perused through the forest, his right eye scanning about for anything decent enough to consume or pillage. "The eyes are decieving to ones true nature," he mused as his muzzle wrinkled in a deviating thought.
Erupting from the silence, his stomach solaced and rumbled with a moaning cry; it was time to eat. But when exactly was the last time he had eatten anything? He couldn't remember. Padding through the woods as his paws brushed over fallen leaves and the anklets upon his paws jostled lightly with each careful step, Tasubaa's pierced, metal ridden ears flickered. As a scent wafted upon a passing breeze, his tail perked upwards.
He was not alone.
Tilting his head slightly, the fiery hued wolf began to disembark upon a new path as the scent of another wolf began guiding him towards an unknown destination. But who or what did this newcomber want? Was this new wolf friend or foe? Tasubaa didn't know but he certainly wanted to find out. Whether it would be a benign or another eruption of a bloodbath episode, the young beta wanted to take a chance.
Striding through burly bushes and tattered shrubs, Tasubaa's right eye narrowed to where the mysterious individual stood in a rather relaxed and proud manner. The darkness and shadows that were casted from above held the other males identity hostage leaving Tasubaa unable to decifer whom stood before him.
Should he wait? Or proceed forwards?
Gritting his teeth as he was faced with two decisions, a sly grin crept upon his maw. "Let's see what he'll do," he mumbled with a hoarse whisper as he sunk onto his stomach and awaited the wolfs next move.GunSniper Link?s ears twitched as an unfamiliar sent crossed his nose. He paused in his movements for a moment as he sniffed the air. Another wolf?
??.hmm.? Link quietly hummed as he thought quickly about it.
Best not to interfere with anyone. The last thing he wanted was to get into a brawl with another wolf? To be injured out here alone wouln't be very wise.
As he continued forward again he propped his ears backwards listening in as to what the other wolf was going to do.
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Within the shadows, Tasubaa sat and fidgeted as a bland anticipation began boiling in his blood. He tilted his head slightly and just stared blankly at the other wolf with a slightly ajar maw.
"He's just...standing there?" He muttered with a rather confused tone, an uncertain expression drawing upon his maw. Snorting a short breath, the fiery wolf was quick to come to a conclusion judged by posture and body language; the other male wasn't bloodthirsty nor searching for a brawl. This male, the one before him, was rather passive and Tasubaa like that.
Since he had found his way into the depths of the woods, Tasubaa had been selective in making himself known or creating associations with any wolf whom he had crossed paths with. He was more than certain that Valen still wanted to kill him and make certain that he would never return to take control of the pack and those he oppressed and his "loyal followers" would no doubt heed his words and seek to spill his blood.
He almost lost his life once and never again would he chance it, not until he was ready and at full strength to face Valen again.
Assured that he was in no danger, Tasubaa slowly slinked out from the shrouding cover of the shadows and slowly padded towards the young male.
"Don't worry, I'm not looking for a fight, Just makin' sure you're not one of the wolves searching to kill me," he announced with a reassuring tone, a hint of a gruff nature that presented itself in a rather benign stature.
His tail swayed casually behind him as he shooks his head, har waving in an elegance and graceful manner as he drew closer yet kept a comfortable distance. Peering up towards the green and white hued wolf, his brilliant orange-hued eye met with the cerulean eyes of the male.
"Sorry to make you uneasy, I didn't mean it," he replied with a small grin. "Names Tasubaa. And you are?"GunSniper Link paused again, the soft rattling of his chain continued for a quick second after his last movement. He stared into the other wolf's eye, finding truth behind his words he lowered his head in a respective bow.
"......Link..." He spoke softly.
Again, if this wolf trusted him at least enough to give out his name than Link would do the same.
One thing Link had noticed on the other wolf was his metal "human" items, or so Link had called them. Tasubaa's ears were pierced, like his own, only more. Link did not focus too much on these items, in the case it might stir up a painful memory with the other wolf. He remembered his own experiences, they were branded into his memory... and they were not pleasant. It was something he tried to keep in the back of his mind. Best not to let sour memories ruin the day...
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Nodding his head in his own replicated style of respect towards the green and white hued wolf, Tasubaa smiled warmly. "An honor," he replied with a mildly gruff tone, his typical expressions and speech always were gruff but not in a ferocity. It was just how the young wolf had learned to talk...
Looking upon the other wolf as a smile still inhabited his maw, Tasubaa's right eye was drawn to a streak of light that reflected from some source down upon Links leg. It was then that the once warm smile slid into a solemn, bland facial expression.
He tilted his head slightly as he looked upon the same metal that was confounded within Links ear, the works of human hands, and at the metal anklet that sat just above his paw. The memories of the natives speaking in foreing tongues and holding him down while they pierced his ears, constructing them with strange metals and chanting, never did make sense but, to his pack, it was an honorable tradition that both wolves and the natives upheld. Both mankind and wolves lived in unision; wolves and man assisted and protected one another in a mutal bond.
But, still shrouded against his logic as to why it occured, when the natives departed from their territory, Tasubaa was left with the constant recollection of the meaning of "brotherhood." Even to this day, the anklets that rode just above his paws, the piercing and feathers that stuck out from his jagged hair, remained with him in honor of the tribe and his pack.
His maw slacked open, hesitant to even ask such a question but, perhaps, Link had been pierced by the same natives; those who respected the wolf as an embled and symbol of brotherhood.
"Were- Are those metals pieces in your ear from the natives?" He asked in a soft tone as his right eye drifted up to those of the green and white wolf.GunSniper ?No, humans?? Link spoke ?humans? in a slight disgusted tone.
He didn?t like the thought of humans, cruel creatures in his eyes. The memory of how those metal objects got stuck to his body still burns in his mind, but he opts not to let them get the better of his mood. They, the metal items, were more of a reminder now to him of what the humans are really like and to remember next time not to be so friendly toward them.
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A slight scowl and a bit a a snarl drew upon his maw as the mere thought of human hands clasping strange objects within ones ears and ankle were horrific and gruesome. He despised foreigners! Tasubaa never had held a more furious and loathing hatred for any two-legger before! He had seen firsthand of what they could do and of what senseless bloodshed and courruption they could disperse through the lands.
Humans were never too be trusted. Especially the foreigners.
His metal ridden ears flickered in sadness as his firey orbs softened. Link had never deserved to be tormented, nor did any wolf whom had ever encountered them.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he spoke softly as a deep rumble sounded from his chest, sympathy making itself known. "Those foreigners...that wretched breed dosen't deserve to breath the same air as we! They're bloodlust will catch up to them and they'll face the sins they've sowed."
His tail arched behind him as he shifted his paws upon the ground. Humans; they'll bring their own ruins upon them. And when that day would come, Tasubaa would be there to watch the spectacle unfold.
GunSniper ?? I feel sorry for the young ones I saw. To be taught such ways.? Link still spoke softy. His tone had changed a little as he spoke of the little ones.
One was forced to pierce his left ear? A young lad. His father showed him how and he took after.
With no one to stop the cycle, it will never end? until they wipe themselves out.
It wasn?t the little ones Link despised, but rather what they become.
?? they are only hurting their own young??
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A solemn, saddened expression crossed upon his maw as he nodded slowly, his orbs peering up towards Link's with an understanding insight; truth that the humans senseless and vicious traditions were only being passed on to their kin and would, most likely, be followed dilegently for generations to come. The thought of these two-leggers prospering by bloodshed made his stomach churn and knot.
"It's an epidemic that will continue throughout their generations," he commented as his metal ridden ears flickered, such thoughts were troubling but, most of the time, Tasubaa hid his emotions from the like sof others. "But what can we do? We can only watch our backs and evade them when they persue us with their sharp sticks and those that explode like thunder."
His nostrils flared slightly as he snorted a mild breath. Humans were ruthless and their compassion towards nature, let alone their own kind, was ill and twisted. They were a breed that no wolf could ever understand.
"They never have learned from their mistakes," he dryly remakred as his tail thumped upon the ground, giving the dirt rise into the air and stirring a few leaves.
GunSniper Link shook his head as he remembered the young child's face. He, the child didn't want to... but he would learn to want to.
He looked away from the Tasubaa as he composed himself and pushed that image to the back of his mind.
"...So, were are you heading?... If you do not mind my asking." He spoke calmly and quietly, but too quiet as to not be heard. It was an obvious change in subject.
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Tasubaa didn't really mind the sudden change of subject. In fact, he much rather like the change from such a sadistic conversation to something a bit more...casual.
His brows knitted slightly as he perused his thoughts. "I don't mind at all," he chuckled with his typical, gruff and deep tone. But it was the wholesome truth, if any wolf or creature sought to extract information from him, he'd give it but, under some circumstances, for a price. "I'm not sure where I'm going...all I know is that I'm searching for someone, a friend, is all."
His fiery hued tail thumped upon the ground and swept in a nonchalant manner. Where exactly he was headed or destined to end up was unknown but all that mattered was finding her, finding...Mika.
"So," he began with a rather perplexed expression drawn upon his maw, "are you searching for something as well?"
GunSniper "I was told of a pack in the mountains... I wish to live there." Link looked back at Tasubaa as he spoke.
For years, most of his life, he has done nothing but wonder around the land. This pack in the mountains, from what he as told, seemed like a good place to call home.
Though he was also told getting there was not easy. And being accepted into this pack was hard, but Link was up to this challenge.
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The fiery beta nodded his head, tilting it slightly as hi scarred and sole eye focused upon the green and white hued male before him.
The mountain pack? Ah, these days there were too many packs whom had left the sacred rockies and had chosen to flee towards the woods searching for a safehaven and an escape from mankind. From his past, mankind had always inhabited the mountain ranges just up near Seer's Cliffside and up around the bends of the valley. But, from what he could remember, there were only five packs whom remained still grounded within their roots of their packlands. It only made Tasubaa knit his brows and wonder why wolves would leave their home. Were these times really driving wolves from their homes and towards the unknown?
"Those wolves from the mountain have a different "culture" than those of the woods have," he commented as his tail flicked behind him, a chuckle or two emitting from the depths of his chest. "The needs for bloodlust, domination coarses through their veins with an unceasing strength. I should know....my former pack was born and bred within the mountains and the power that some assert drives them mad."
Shaking his head as he whisked away some of the tattered and spiked hair that feel into his view, Tasubaa shifted his anklet ridden feet and shifted his dead, scarred eye in the direction of Link.
"The consequences for such things of power and betrayal are devestating but the yearning for revenge that the soul feeds the heart is even greater."
Oh Valen! That sick twisted wolf, his own Alpha had become power hungry!
The belief that he, Tasubaa, was plotting against him to overthrow him took over the Alphas brain and reinforced a gauge of hatred between the once "best friends". The actions of losing his sight in one eyes and being plotted against as Valen sought his death only kindled the fiery wolfs desire for revenge!
One day, Tasubaa would get revenge; he would kill Valen and rescue his pack.
GunSniper "... I have heard differently... There must be more than one pack out there." He spoke calmly, remembering what he had heard about the pack he seeked.
Link took into deep thought everything Tasubaa had said. There had been rumors of a wolf possessed by the crows... or was it the other way around?
This was the pack he was looking for.
"The pack I seek is lead by the Crow Wolf... I have heard they are a noble pack."
Link's ears flickered as a crow flew overhead and landed on a nearby branch. His tail started to sway behind him. He did not let this sudden appearance by the bird loose his eye contact with the other wolf, however it did sparked some curiosity.
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He nodded his head as his fiery orbs settled once again upon those of the green and white hued wolf before him. "There are many packs but, these days, it's hard to locate them. They shroude themselves from mankind but those who seek them will find them," he replied with a musing tone, his brows knitting together in thought once more.
"The Crow Wolf. I have heard sparse tales about he and his pack...yet there location is unknown to me."
With the distraction of the crow that perched upon an overhead bough, Tasubaa grinned as he glanced upwards.
"Perhaps this is your sign, Link. This crow may know the way but you'll never know if you don't seek those who hold the key."
GunSniper Link looked at Tasuba after quickly glancing at the odd colored crow.
"Yes... That is odd...."
The crow showed no sign of leaving. It's dark eyes kept a close watch in the two wolves. Every two seconds exactly it would crow three times. He stopped after the seventh time around. (( Would you mind if Thalion came in? ))
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The fiery orbs of the beta narrowed towards the crow, metal ridden ears flickering as his tail swayed slightly irritatedly behind him. Crows; he never did hold them high but, regardless of his emotions, he still showed them respect. Tilting his head slighlty, Tasubaa's tapered spikes drapped across his right eye as he emitted a questioning rumble.
"Something is at work," he muttered deep with a gruff, saturated tone.
Was it ironic that a crow had appeared to Link; the wolf who was seeking out the "Crow wolf"? No, he thought as he glanced toward the side. Things happen for a reason. Nothing happens without a reason or meaning.
Tasubaa stifled a slight growl as the fur upon his back bristled in a meager array. He didn't feel comfortable and the incesive cawing of the crow was only making it worse.
"I don't like this..."
((Not at all XD))
Thalion Horus grinned smugly as he circled the pair of wolves, listening quietly to their discussion. His master had come into the freelands, moving through like the rays of sunlight before dawn. Faint at first, almost too dim to notice- but in time their way would rise above all others and rule everything under the sky as the sun itself did. The crow had been a young recruit under the prince's father's own companion. The crows benefited from their odd partnership with the larger beasts... far more than a simple full belly. There was a smug satisfaction to know that they would soon become an icon of power, no longer seen as the filthy carron feeders of the land.
The bird backwinged, smoothly landing on a rock that sat far above the wolves. He was no fool, he had seen his brothers and sisters of the feather become a snack for a wolf for underestimating their abilities.
"Greetings young seekers." He said in a cool, almost rythmic voice, "A pair of lone wolves daring these paths... many have fallen-fallen-fallen." He cawed, turning his head slightly as a few more of his feather-siblings landed, all of them watching in silence. They were younger than he, recruits to the murder.
"What brings freelanders into the realm of the Lipan-pan-pan?"
GunSniper Link looked up at the crow immediately after it spoke. Before speaking himself he glanced at the red wolf than back at the crow.
"I wish to meet with the Crow Wolf..." He spoke calmly.
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With fiery orbs glancing from Link and back towards the crow, Tasubaa gritted his teeth. He still was unsure about this and, ever since Valen had taken his eye away, he was cautious yet stiff when presented with a situation. And right now, the fire hued wolf wasn't taking it too easy.
As his tail thumped behind him, Tasubaa looked towards the crow with a bland expression whatsoever. If the crow wanted to know why he was here then fine. He couldn't care less.
"I'm a vagabond just trying to find someplace to belong," he gruffly spoke as his metal ridden ears flickered back. "I'm not looking for bloodshed or war...just a pack."
Thalion The crow tilted his head back and forth in thought. He didn't seem at all afraid of wolves, more comfortable around them than was natural. "Pack pack.. yes yes... the crows and wolves dwell together-er-er brothers in the mountains tains tains." He smirked, turning his beak towards the looming forms up ahead, "Dangerous roads they are -r-r-r but protect the pack they do... one pack soon they will make, united under a council of wolves -ack-arck. No more fighting, no more war, all peace for all creatures." He fluffed out his feathers, looking back down to the wolves, "Master has me watch this pass-pass."
GunSniper "Can you show us -" Link hesitated on the word "us" as he was not sure if Tasubaa would want to go the Mountain pack. "-to the mountain pack?"
This talk of piece only urged his desire to meet with the leader of this pack. Link had seen his share of fighting, though he had wondered in the shadows, and found it to be senseless.
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The metal riddled ears of the fiery male shifted and swiveled forwars as he listened to the spoken words of the crow. But was this true? A pack of both wolves and crows that resided in unity? No fighting, no war, and just..peace?
His left eye blinked several times, lips pursing in thought as he stood there.
Was it right for him to pusuit the opportunity or was there someplace else, or perhaps, another pack he was destined to be entwined with? Such thoughts seemed to ensnare his mind, haunting him in a sense but the still, soft voice within the back of his mind was always directing him.
But it spoke words that he wished not to hear.
Do not go.
The young adult bit his lower lips as his tail swayed behind him. This pack was destined for Link but, as for himself, Tasubaa still needed to find his own destiny or at least complete what he intentionally sought out to do.
Dethrone Valen, his former Alpha, and take back his pack.
Sighing softly as a light trail of breath escaped from his lips, Tasubaa looked towards Link and to the crow that sat above them.
"Go ahead without me," Tasu replied with a small smile as he took a step forwards towards the two. "There are still things that need to be settled before I can find peace within a pack but, maybe someday, I'll come looking to join you."
Thalion "Show you yes, show show show." Horus cawed happily, turning his beak towards the red male, "Ally then or foe? Foe? Foe? Ally may come rest, see the lands. Then we come when you call call call." Feanaro had ordered the crows to spread the words of his purpose. Those that were with them were under their protection, the protection of not only one, but all packs that had united into the council, "Looking to join harder to do do do later on on..." He tilted his head, "Evil alphas must fall, much to do yet yet yet. The low lands are evil, below us all all."
GunSniper Link again focused on Tasubaa. The crow did have a point... if this pack was hard to find than maybe it was a good idea to see where it was than decide. Link could tell the red wolf was not bad.
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"To you and your pack, I stand as an ally," he replied with a casual tone, slightly echoing with a gruff sound. "But there are other matters from my past I have to take care of before I can pursue a future."
His muzzle wrinkled as his brows knitted slightly, thoughts trailing through his head as he stood there; paws clenching the ground underfoot as his head lowered. Tasu wanted to go, he wanted to go with Link and meet this "crow wolf" but, he- he just couldn't!
"These low lands may be looked down upon but someone has to salvage them from this chaos. But, please, don't pass me off just yet as a candidate for your ranks, maybe one day we'll cross paths once again and I'll be ready to settle into a pack." As his metal ridden ears flickered to the side and swiveled, Tasubaa smiled.
"Only time will tell".
Thalion "Ally good good good." The crow nodded, tilting his head to eye the red wolf with a single shining eye, his beak pulling back to a smile, "Do what you must yes yes yes. All will look up to the mountain one day yes yes yes... the council of alphas will rule, our wings patrol all skies skies." He flapped his wings, lifted off the ground, "Green one follow, I fetch my master yes yes yes. Master will see red wolf to the lowlands yes yes!"
He circled up higher, cawing as he raced off towards the rocks up ahead shortly, leaving the two alone but only momentarily. They'd hear his voice before seeing the burnt-pelt colored wolf. A heavily accented voice, smooth and proud though soft at the same time. "Welcome strangers of the lowlands to the domain of the Lipan..."
A slender form fell from one of the nearby rocks, landing with all the grace of the most sure-footed of creatures just a few lenghts from the two. A pair of brilliant silver eyes gleamed in the late afternoon sun, narrowing slightly as he seemed to simply observe the two for a moment.
The young wolf straightened up, showing an impressive size for one as young as he was, not nearly as impressive as his younger brother, but the build along showed a life of both fine attention and hard work. A silken coat, gleaming like the burning sun and eyes like the moon. "I am sorry I could not see to you sooner." The crow circled and landed itself on his right shoulder, leaning down to eye them from his master's shoulder. "I had to make sure that you both were well-intended. I do hope you can forgive my rudeness."
He tipped his head slightly, "Link and..." He turned to the red wolf, "And Tasuba. Pleased to meet you. I am Kendrick, son of Feanaro. Prince of the mountain. I will escort you to the lowlands. Horus will take you-" He glanced to Link, "To my honorable father."
Turning back to Tasuba he motioned forward with a paw, "Please. Share with me what you know of the evils of the low land. I am nearing my time... soon I will make my own way into the evil lands."
GunSniper Link looked back at Tasuba and gave him another respectful bow.
"Until we meet again... good luck on your quest."
He than followed the Crow to where he may meet this famed wolf of the mountains.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 4:19 pm
.::.He's Not A Warrior Or A Hunter: Cael/Ileana.::. RonsoStryder Learning how to hunt seemed to come naturally to ever pup; chasing rabbits into the thickets, squirrels up into trees, pouncing on lazy toads and making life miserable for any crows stupid enough to stay on the ground near them. As for Cael, he was no exception to this.
Sunk low onto his stomach was the small pup and his prey; the elusive butterfly.
He never did care to torment and prey upon anything nearly his size as a small Monarch was all he needed to keep him entertained as well as to help him aid in his hunting skills. Countless times he had lunged and leapt at it but each attempt was futile and only sent him falling over his paws and sprawling upon the ground in utter confusion. Miss after miss, Cael wasn't perfecting what little skill he had.
After stumbling to his feet, he rolled up and bared his teeth. "No fair! Just- Just stay still!"
The butterfly flittered tauntingly, perching upon a fallen log just out of reach. Its orange wings flashed enticingly as it rested there. But this was his chance and he sprung-
Into the log.
"OW!"
Falling over with a loud thud against the hollowed log, the young pup fell onto his stomach and pawed at his nose! "Why can't you stay still!" He whined with a muffled cry as he attempted to stagger back onto his feet.
Butterflies...why did they have to be so mean? Ary Keeyara Ileana loped along through the trees, keeping her small, blue body near the ground. Her nose was catching as many scents as possible, her dark eyes scanning the dirt and reeds for something, anything to play with. But she had no luck catching the smell of a rat nor the glimpse of snake. But her ears did perk slightly when she heard someone speaking in the distance.
She creeped along, but as she went the sound grew louder and she didn't see a thing. All she saw was a big, funny log in the distance! She assumed the voice was another wolf but...she didn't really feel like meeting them. She was shy, after all. It's just...he sounded like he was chasing something. So, hoping whoever it was wasn't tormenting something she like, she slid over and hid behind the log.
She jumped slightly when the other wolf hit it with a thump! She then saw the butterfly take flight and allowed it to land lightly on her nose. She didn't like butterflies as much as some other critters-their wings were too bright, but they were still pretty neat. After giving the butterfly a friendly look she lifted herself slightly so she could look over at the other pup, "What were ya doing?" RonsoStryder His ears perked upwards suddenly as the voice of another broke through the silence. Withdrawing his paws from atop his muzzle, Cael shifted them through the dirt and withered leaves. "Dad says I have to work on my hunting skills. He says I'm not as strong as the other wolves from the pack and I have to prove myself," he replied with a soft sight. "I'll never be like him."
Stumbling onto all fours, the young pup slowly turned around and faced the newcomber. His vibrant green-turqouise eyes settled upon the young wolfess as a warm and rather embarrassed smile spread wide across his maw. Cael plopped down on his haunches as his black lathered tail swayed behind him in a pleased manner.
"My name's Cael. I'm not from around here...well, I'm not sure where I am," he remarked with an ever-present smile as he tilted his head slightly. "I wandered off from the pack but soon my Dad's gonna find me."
Ah, the never ending curosity had led the pup astray. Cael couldn't contain his ever blooming curosity but, this time, it seemed to be leading him into another long adventure and a game of hide and seek for good 'ol dad. But shouldn't he had been here by now? The sun was already starting to descend into the afternoon and he had wandered off early when the sun began to peak high into the morning sky.
Cael wrinkled his muzzle with a slight worry. Dad, are you gonna find me? Are you looking for me?
Readjusting his head to view the young pup before him in a better perspective, he smiled. "Who are you? Are you from around here or are you lost too?" Ary Keeyara Ileana's ears flickered backwards slightly and she ducked her head, making it hard to see her eyes among her dark markings. Well, he sure was talkative! That was quite the opposite of what she was...on the contrary, she prefered to stay away from others...because...well, she never quite knew what to do around other wolves. She was just a shy pup, after all.
But she had asked, hoping to get an answer about the critter and not his life story. It made her feel awkward, because she wasnt' sure she wanted to know all that. And she wasn't sure she wanted to give her name either. Hesatently she murmured, "...I'm Ileana...and...yeah...I live around here..." RonsoStryder His ears flickered while a sheepish grin slid across his maw. He was talking too much again and, from the young wolfess's expression, he was rambling. A hesistant chuckle drew softly from his chest as his black lathered tail wagged back and forth behind him.
"Sorry...sometimes I can't seem to stop talkin'," he mused with a remorseful and pondering reply. "Ileana, nice to meet you."
Vibrant green eyes wandered about, deviating in every direction as he was searching for anything that resembled or struck familiarity. He was lost and he was somewhat perplexed as to where exactly he was. The menacing butterfly had led him miles from home. Why did curosity have to lead him into trouble?
"What is this place? I've never been here....Is this still part of Tesan's territory?"
His muzzle scrunched and wrinkled in deep thought, his mind attempting to recall if these were indeed part of their packslands. But only if he knew that he had journeyed to unfamiliar territory fright would overcome him. It was best if Cael remained oblivious to his destination least he was to let fear succumb his every ounce of curiosity. Ary Keeyara Bah. If he talked to much it could be easily said Ileana talked too little. She remained where she was, her body hunched over slightly in shyness and her ears stiff with discomfort. Being social was just not her thing. At least, not when it came to wolves. It was odd how she could converse more easily with a rat or snake then with someone like herself.
She blinked at his question. Tesan? The name didn't sound familiar. He must have wandered pretty far then. Sometimes she wished she could do that too. "I don't think so...I don't think anyone claims this place," she said simply, not saying more then she had to. RonsoStryder A slight frown drew up upon his maw as his green orbs began nervously darting about. Where was he?...These weren't Tesan's packlands so that must mean-
"Uh-oh," he muttered softly, whispering low as his ears fell back slightly. "Dad's gonna be so mad."
His small black and purple hued tail slid somewhat between his legs as he huddled close, encircling about himself as he pulled his ears back and fiercely clenched his eyes shut. Cael had never wandered out of Tesan's territory and, after witnessing the punishment of yelling and sever scolding, the young pup could only anticipate the fear that would knot his stomach unceasingly. It was never a pretty sight to see Satriel angry, let alone any of the adults.
As his eyes shot open, his mind trying to convey that his mess was only the mendings of a bad dream, Cael huffed and whined softly. "Tell me it's a dream....I have to be dreaming! Dad's gonna yell at me again!" Ary Keeyara Ileana wasn't sure what to think. She had never seen a pup so scared before. It was odd...because her brother and sisters were all pretty brave, if only because they were all insane or whatever. She really didn't know what to do. She wasn't sure she wanted even to be talking with another wolf, let alone figuring this out! It was so awkward for her...and it made her nervous.
"Uh..." She slunk over to him uncertainly, looking as if she would rather walk on coals. What if she screwed up?! Ahhh, this was awful! "Mm...it's not a dream but...uh...no one will yell a you...it's ok..." She sat uncomfortably beside him, looking at him with confusion reflected in her dark orbs. RonsoStryder His ears flickered slightly, shifting forwards as he glanced up at Ileana with a small smile drawing up upon his maw. Cael tilted his head slightly. "It's not a dream," he mused over, the words which he could only dread sliding off his tongue with a sickly sensation.
But-what was this?
No one would yell at him?
"Are- are you sure?" He questioned with a slightly shakey voice; his confidence having yet to find its place within his bones, asserting and finding the strength within to be brave. To be just like his father...
Drawing his head up slightly from the slump, his smile spread wider as he wuffed low.
"I guess there isn't much to fear," he commented as he flattened his ears against his skull. "I-I wish I could be brave like you."
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 4:30 pm
.::.Crimson Rain: Tasubaa/Shanti.::. Ary Keeyara Dark clouds rolled overhead, rumbling like a killer's purr low and threatening. The sun have been swallowed by the swirls of gray and black and there was little hope for it to return within the next few sluggish hours. The forest was quiet except for the violent whipping on the wind. Critters were hiding away in their dens and even game animals such as deer took refuge in huddles under overhanging trees. A brave, or perhaps foolish, rust colored crow flew through the drafts. His flight was that of an expert, one who knew the ways of the wind and the weather. His eyes, however, were bright as they searched the ground below. Apparently he was looking for something.
A dip of his wing signaled he had found it as he arced downward. The glided slightly and caught his claws upon a thick branch, folding his wings at his side. There he looked down at a scene which he should have been startled by. Beneath the tree lay a corpse, blood neatly spalttered across the ground and its neck. The thick coat, ears, and muzzle showed it was a wolf. And standing but a few feet away, hidden in the shadows except for two gleaming, wide red eyes was another from.
Shanti stood with a terrifying grace. The stiff, yet naturally powerful way she stood was unnerving, that is if anyone had actually been there. She almost seemed to pulse with a fear-inspiring feeling. Had Blinding Dusk the crow not been one to whitness her upbringing he would have been scared to death, if that was possible. Shanti always felt different when she used the gift passed down through her mother's blood. And today was no different. RonsoStryder A mild breeze rustled the boughs overhead, its leaves rattling and quivering as a slight chill swept through the forest. The day had been nonchalant; there was no living soul whom had crossed his path nor had anything disturbed him from his slumber. It was relaxing yet a horrible, ill feeling twisted and churned inside of him.
He was alone. Tasubaa was alone yet again.
The still-fresh recollections of the elusive female, the one he had named Mika, still lingered within his mind. When he was with her, he felt as an equal beside her and, perhaps, complete. There was something about her that made him feel-
"Accepted," he mused with a low, slightly gruff tone as sleeps binding grip had loosened; the firey wolf was awakening.
His maw suddenly drew wide open as a yawn escaped from its depths, a low moan and a discomforted rumble sounding from his chest. An afternoon nap was soothing but he grew restless. Tasubaa couldn't recall when he last filled his stomach with a meal, let alone when he last found a decent victim to pillage. But maybe his fortunes were turning, there was something stirring within the woods.
A wafting scent drifted towards him upon a passing breeze, stirring up a sudden sensation of hunger and a desire for food. But the scent was foul; the fur upon his back bristled as his teeth bared slightly in a magnificent, sly grin.
The drive for food was suddenly replaced with a desire for a brawl, bloodshed and dominance. Yes, the scent of blood was begining to lather the air in a chilling manner but, to Tasu, it began slowly transforming him into the warrior that resided within.
"A battle," he muttered as he staggered to his paws, his tattered hair waving and swaying with a precise, delicate nature. "I hope I'm not too late. I need a bit of excitement," he sneered as he slowly began to immerse himself within the confines of the shrouding darkness, the firey male submersing into the darkness as the trail of blood caught hold of his interest.
Uncertain to where the appealing scent was taking him towards as only his paws directed him, Tasubaa was searching for something...for his dignity and dominance to rekindle within his forsaken soul. A heavy heart weighed in his chest and his sole right eye still strained to find the light.
He still was on the road to recovery but, as for now, he was diverting upon the path to his forgotten warrior nature. He was seeking to find his inner strength again...
The firey wolfs nose became bombarded by the brunt of the stench, his stomach churning slightly while his adrenaline coarsed. Just beyond the shrouding darkness and thick brush was the scene but, to his oblivious state, he would never suspect the truth behind the bloodshed.
Could his heart really handle such truth?
Yet...the same warrior whose quench only sought blood dwelled within him.
Sunset ears flickered as he stiff-leggedly padded closer towards the scene. It was still several lengths away and he could avoid the whole ordeal if he only turned back. But would he really abandon his desires?
No.
Until he could decifer what the situation was, the firey male stood within the depths of the darkness watching, waiting for any further assumptions that would lead him to his next move. Ary Keeyara Always with the Sharingan did Shanti feel like a new creature born in darkness. Every little scent, sound, movement, and vibration caught her attention. Her mind almost felt as if it was controled by the quick reactions and instincts that seemed to follow it. It was eery and irrational, in a sense. She had few feelings or even musings while she usesd them. That was how she had been raised.
When the wind brought the scent of another, someone familiar, she knew it at once. At first she did not move, residing in darkness like a sculpture or guardian to a secret chamber. But as he drew near she slowly turned her head to face him, white blood-red eyes shining in the darkness like stars of ill-omen. She did not move, remaining still as the shadows. RonsoStryder Orbs like those of a blazing wildflire emerged as light began to trickle within them, casting a mischevious and brutish glaze that casted over them. Padding out from the thick brush, the sunset hued wolf's attention was first directed towards the crimson tarnished ground and towards the fallen wolf whose corpse resided only several feet away from his paws.
He was too late.
Shaking his head as a rather irritated growl emitted from the depths of his chest, Tasubaa gritted his teeth slightly. "Looks like I missed the action," he muttered as he swiped at the body, claws catching hold onto the skin and sending the corpse to roll over slightly in a rag-doll fashion. The battle had not been over too long ago on account that the body still retained some warmth and thus the killer-
"Still lurks nearby. Bloodstained and satisfied..."
Treading through the bloodstained grass, blood tarnishing his paws and casting its crimson upon his fur, Tasubaa slowly drifted his orbs away from the deceased wolf and drew them directly in front of them. It was at that moment that the sensation that he was no longer alone, or rather that he realized it, began pricking at the back of his neck and coarsing a discomfort down his spine.
The shadows ahead of him gleamed of crimson, a shrouded figure standing before him. He could sense the presence of another yet the blood in the air still hung heavily and masked all surrounding scents.
His body stiffened as his orbs locked onto the mysterious figure before him. With blood stirring and exhilaration tensing, the firey male tensed up while his tail swept upwards.
"Who's there?" Ary Keeyara Silence was his answer. The wolf did not speak, snarl, nor raise a hair in his direction. She simply stared with those strange eyes of hers containing 4 pupils instead of 1. Her mind had placed him when he had still been out of sight. But she just couldn't react like normal, with a tail wag or a smile. No, that part of her was masked with the tool she was at the moment. Her mother's tool.
Blinding Dusk sneered above. Oh! What a lustft wolf, to come at the scent of blood! Only he and Shanti knew the entire history of her clan and he had seen every moment of it. He was ever the observer and at times a comentator. He opened his wings and glided down silently to land on a lower branch at eye level with the two wolves, "You should not be here, wolf." His voice, however, was full with sick glee. RonsoStryder Darkness still hindered his sight as his right eyes was left to fend for itself while its left was obsolete and sealed shut by foul intentions and twisted logic. His locks of jagged, tapered fur hung across his left eye while his tail swept upwards, curling slightly as apprehension conjured tension within the midst of his muscles. The wolf before him bore a slight familiarity but any attempt at deciphering the one before him still remained futile as all scents were doused with the aroma of blood.
The sounds of wings and a foreign voice caught his attention, ears perking upwards as his kindling, fire-like orbs found themselves to settle its sight upon a crow. A rather annoyed rumble sounded from the young males? chest as his brow rose upwards in rebuke.
?Avoid bloodshed? Never. Bloodshed, brawls and war for the soul; that is what kindles the beast within me. Blood is like water, my pack sought blood as an ambrosia?.for vengeance and dominance.? A sneer of glistening fangs unveiled themselves in a cunning smile as the warrior within was once again breaking through.
It couldn?t be stopped. No- for too long Tasubaa had avoided it but it was time to unleash the potential he had for so long pent up with humility and a humble nature.
Valen had corrupted him, his alpha, the one whom he had pledged allegiance to had betrayed him and sought to spill Taus?s blood. His body became corrupted, his sight blinded by one wolfs greed and the need for dominance yet the same kindling fury for justice was causing him to grow just as dark; he was transforming into-
No.
What was he thinking? What was he becoming?
His eyes furrowed slightly as they detracted from the crow and wandered elsewhere. Countless thoughts and emotions bombarded his every train of thought. Tasubaa shook his head as if whisking away a horrible, ill creature away from his ears.
There was only one cause that could be blamed for such a brutish nature to churn by its presence, to cause oneself to unleash their inner strength in sheer fury. This criminal, the reason was simple; it was blood. Just a sniff, a wafting drift of it could cause the humble, calm wolf to transform into a bloodthirsty, savage beast.
Why?
Some say it was a lasting curse that was gifted to each member of the pack from when the rising of a blood-red moon first dawned. Many embraced and cherished a gift from their descendents but, to Tasubaa, it was nothing but a weakness and a disgrace. He never was bloodthirsty, he was loyal but held his share of a rebellion streak. Yet never had the affect of blood wallowed against him so quickly nor taken control of him so violently.
This would only be the beginning of his problems.
"There's nothing left," he gruffly remarked as his eyes wandered back atop the crows, musing thoughts and his own logic returning as the warrior within was withdrawing.
"I'm wasting my time when I should be looking for her," he muttered softly to himself, coaxing and trying to move on and away from the scene of defeat and misery. Ary Keeyara Every twitch, every breath, every shift in his expression was noticed as Shanti watched. Her mind almost felt rushed with so much information that was always, always being put into it. She knew him perfectly now and her heart shuttered. Her mask was still and every watching as before, but inside a sliver of herself responded. He was different. He was bloodthirsty. And she was all too glad he knew not who she was. Though soon she felt even these feelings would be smothered away in the moment, as her mother had taught her. Emotions did not fit when performing your duty.
The crow cackled, all the more amused by this wolf! Blood thirsty, eh? That was an understatement for this one! Yet the crow knew just as well as Shanti who this was. He was the eyes that never left her, even if he wasn't seen. He was all the more amused when he spoke of looking for her! And he was right infront of his face! "Ah, foolish wolf, you do not know her well enough to look!" He gushed with malicious cheer. RonsoStryder His right orb widened slightly as the brows above furrowed in a mixture of both fury and astonishment. The sight of the fiery wolf was diminished greatly that, when darkness overruled any source of light, he could never distinguish any shadows nor the presence of another. It was if everything blended and bled together in a shrouded array.
But he heard him...did he know? Did he really know?
Tasubaa?s maw dropped, gaping open as the crow before him cackled and drew his words with a rather intrigued manner; reveling in his oblivious state and for what he sought. But he knew, somehow, that crow knew whom he was searching for but was it really her? Was it really?Mika?
"She-You...you know who I seek? The mute wolfess?" He studdered slightly, his tongue tied between emotions that were pounding within him. His teeth gritted slightly as his right orb trailed across the crimson spattered ground once again. This kill, this battle scene was...Mika's?
His mind repremanded the sudden thought as he scrunched his muzzle tightly with a hesistant frown. He didn't want to believe it and perhaps he was just twisting and contorting things in an irrational misconfiguration. But as the scent of blood disperesed and lingered from the scene, a faint smell struck familiarity.
"Mika..." he whispered softly. A small frown drew across his maw as his ears flickered and dull eyes searched for the wolfess.
Drawing across the shadows and peering round about for her presence. Thick darkness wrapped about him, engulfing him as he stood forlorn with the crow. But as he turned his head and caught glimpse of a faint light, he took one step forwards.
"Mika...." Ary Keeyara "Mika! Oh! One of her oh so innocent given names!" The crow laughed, finding it endlessly amusing. His voice, however, felt like poison in the air, out of place and all too sharp. "Though I do believe her best given name was Envy! For no other wolfess is gifted as she." He didn't seem to shut up. His voice was shattering the silence and made it all the more unsettling.
For the wolfess stood in silence, her red eyes glowing in the darkness but being the only notable trait. And she continued to stare, unblinking with unsettling, unnatural eyes. Mika he had called her? Yes...tha was one of her given names...wasn't it? And yet right now, somehow, that name felt like wasted breath on his part.
"Shanti is the title from her birth and she stands right before your apparently blind eyes!" Cackled the crow. RonsoStryder The fur upon his back bristled and stood practically on end as the jesting caws and laughter that poured from the crows mouth. How he always hated crows; they were nothing like pitiful beasts stripped of noble titles and ignorant pests with wings.
But when the crow had mentioned "blind", a horrid rumble of hackles emitted from the depths of his chest as his lips pulled away from his fangs. How dare that loathful bird mock at him! Such comments and scorns made his blood boil, his anger kindle within like that of a raging storm!
"You damn bird! You know nothing of what hell is...you know not of who you mock! Best watch your tongue or I can assure you that your neck will be snapped between my jaws." His tone was full of malice and despise; the pains of the past still tolled upon his soul. His tail flailed upwards, feathered and arched upwards as his sole right eye focused upon the foul avian.
Before his tongue was to lash out again, his thoughts ceased aburptly. He had spoken a name...her name?
Shanti, was it? And a...gift?
"So this is her work, then?" He muttered as he shook his head, jagged hair above limply falling across his left eye. "Shanti kills other wolves..."
Snorting a short breath as he gripped the ground underneath, Tasubaa's snarl faded behind his lips as he pawed at the earth. She..was a killer yet his past wasn't so perfect himself. But, whether or not it was the truth that the young wolfess had comitted the crime, he still felt for her.
He still...loved her. Ary Keeyara "Hmph!" The crow ruffled his feathers, looking not at all threatened by the fire wolf before him. Though he was very disgruntled, "You're lame excuse for an explaination insults me...and it insults Shanti, to be sure. You know nothing of who you are dealing with. Shanti is the only living daughter of the 'Demon of Shadows' famed in the lands of our clan. Or at least was before her mother told her to get rid of all the scum." He sniffed. Obviously he loved to talk, much like a parrot or something. Perhaps he made up for Shanti's silence, "She kills those within her duty. Though I see no reason I should explain anything to you anyway, low as you seem to be." And apparently he didn't take to others either, not at all like Shanti.
As Blinding Dusk paused to breath after his rather long rant, she shut her eyes for the first time since her duty had begun for the night. The swirling "gift" within her eyes vanished and allowed her to see normally once more. But with them gone, emotions returned. Hightened senses and insincts no longer clouded her judgment. He had found out.
Perhaps she was too afraid or distracted, but she refused to read his body lanuage that would suggest he might not hold any ill-will towards her. Instead her ears flickered slightly backwards and she shifted in the shadows silently, turning to leave. She didn't want to face his possible scorn...or worse, his possible attack. RonsoStryder "I've escaped from death with my very life and lived to tell the tale. This should be no different than facing hell head on. If I die, then so be it." A slight snarl trailed across his maw as he always embraced confrentation. The rush of adrenaline and the sensation of fire back on the tongue was all too appealing. But with the resounding, unceasing amusement that spewed from the crows maw, Tasubaa growled low while the same menacing grin continued to grace his maw.
"Don't waste your breath, crow. I didn't come for you...I came for Shanti."
His right eye that gleamed within the essence of mischief and a yearning for understanding trailed across the shadows. He could faintly hear of her presence as her paws brushed over withered leaves upon the forest floor. Their crunching and gritting cackles seemed to deafly break the silence if one was to listen carefully, to fall silent with softened breaths, and be manipulated and led back onto the trail. Picking up his paws in a stiff-legged manner, the fiery wolf padded into the depths of the shadows as his ears flickered and sought both sounds and scents to be the sight which had befallen him.
Outstretching his muzzle in attempt to gain contact and brush his nose against her pelt, Tasubaa gently swayed his head in every direction searching, pressing onwards, to find where the wolfess resided within the shrouding darkness.
But what did Shanti think of him? Was she trying to avoid him? Was it because of his "appearance" that drove her away...jut like everyone else? A small frown curled upon his maw. No, he didn't like to think of such thoughts but, at this rate, he didn't know what to think.
Or maybe she was afraid of what he would think of her?
His eyes softened slightly as the thought lingered heavily within each passing wake in his mind. Was she afraid and embarassed of who she was? Oh, how he knew how it felt all too well!
Driving himself deeper, his muzzle brushed against something soft and sleek and, instantly, Tasubaa nuzzled it softly and pulled his head away slowly.
"Shanti..." Ary Keeyara Shanti was frightened. It wasn't fear the sense of she was afraid of him, but it was more of being afraid of what new thoughts had entered her mind. Seeing him so blood thirsty, so bold...while it didn't change her thoughts on him it frightened her. It made her wonder-did she look like that, when she was doing what her mother had bred her to do? Was she an entirely different person, like a monster without feeling? She had never questioned who she was before...but now, it felt like the curtain had been torn away and she was forced to look at something she didn't wish to.
She felt something rub against her flank and she turned her head slightly, ears pressed backward due to her inner thoughts. Shanti, that strange word rang out through the air from that voice that belonged to someone she had thought she was disappearing from. It was strange to hear, but it echoed in her ears as if it were entirely new and she hadn't heard it before. But she had responded to it none the less and she knew what it meant.
She did not speak-did not move either. This meant, of course, that she wasn't leaving but...she was just standing there, gazing at him as if she had just seen him out of the blue. RonsoStryder Words seemed to faulter at the moment that the wolfess turned towards him, her orbs locking upon his presence, and silently stood still. He could feel his heart race, the very beat quickening within his chest as he focused soley upon her.
But he had to gain control of his emotions. He couldn't let his thoughts go unspoken and dwindle into lost thoughts. If he couldn't tell her, if he couldn't speak from the heart, then what was he after? Tasubaa couldn't let this become a futile search. After his last encounter with Shanti, he couldn't let her escape from him. He had to find her and convince her of the conviction of his heart.
It was now or never.
His fiery hued ears flickered as his head tilted slightly. How to phrase and speak of such things? How could he make her listen or at least take him seriously? Furrowing his brows slightly as his right eye trailed up towards her, he inhaled softly.
"Shanti, don't go. I don't care if you kill other wolves or have some sort of hidden past because, whether we like it or not, we all have some form of a dark history," he softly began with a soothing, quiet voice that became uninhabited with anger, frustration or any agression whatsoever.
"That's not going to stop me from loving you."
A sudden flush of emotion once agan began to coarse through his wolfish veins, flowing proudly and swiftly as his whole body became engulfed in such a strange emotion. Love; such a funny word but such a deep, heartfelt meaning. Ary Keeyara ...He wasn't angry.
The silence pressed in against her ear drums as he stopped talking, leaving her mind numb. It was almost as if her brain refused to function.
He didn't hate her.
A feeling like warm water seem to trickle from her heart and then sweep over her entire body. The sensation caused the fur along her body to bristle slightly. It was a good feeling and yet...it sent her mind into constrictions. What was it...? She didn't quite understand.
Was this the love he spoke of? She didn't know...for she hadn't felt like this before. Her white ears flickered back slightly, but so no longer made to leave, and she no longer stared like a deer caught in headlights. Instead she gazed at him with affectionate confusion, seeming a little lost. RonsoStryder His studded, pierced ears flickered as a warm smile drew across his maw. Looking into the eyes of the mysterious wolfess, it was there Tasubaa found kindling affection although a lingering sensation of bewilderment still made itself present.
The fiery hued male padded closer towards her, his muzzle drawing near her cloud lined maw and, with upmost gentleness, he brushed it against her and tenderly nuzzled her.
He didn't want to startle her nor make her feel uncomfortable as, whether he would admit it or not, he was already walking blindly upon the path of love. Never had he felt so much emotion overcome him, taking control and guiding him to the unknown regions of passion. Though it wasn't clear to him on how or when he could let these sensations run wild within him, Tasubaa would see to it that he took it one step at a time and gradually proceed with all due respect.
A pleasing rumble sounded from the depths of his chest as his maw drifted upwards. He had not the slightest idea of what he was doing but something was telling him, strange whispers from the heart guiding him. Thus, he nipped at her ear and tugged at it with a soothing touch.
"When you ran away," he remarked as his maw parted away from her white ear, "I vowed that I would search for you and, well- I found you." Ary Keeyara Shanti felt a bit like a child then, being shown something that she had never been tought before. It was strange, it was confusing...and yet, like an eager pup she wanted to learn. She...wanted to understand what he said he was feeling. She wanted to understand the strange swirl of emotions beneath her mind as well. But she really wasn't sure how.
And he...he had looked for her? No one had ever done that before. Sure, she had made a friend or two here and there, but never had they really searched for her company. It was so alien, so bizarre...but somehow she couldn't bring herself to look at it in a negative light. No, whatever this was, it had to be amazing.
Her white ears pressed back, her crimson orbs looking puzzled and uncertain. Her tail gave a sheepish wag, as though she was trying to say she didn't really understand what was happening. But there was a small, awkward and tiny smile on her maw. It seemed to bring a little hope to all her uncertainty. RonsoStryder Letting her white ear slip from his maws grip, Tasubaa slid his muzzle across the side of her face and trailed it delicately towards her muzzle; whisping and drifting gently as his own nose touched Shanti's in a tender manner.
His fiery orbs trailed up towards those of the mysterious wolfess, a gleam of mishief and affection kindling within their midsts as he chuckled softly.
"I want you to know...that I love you," he softly whispered as his tail swayed joyously behind him, his whole body becoming enveloped with emotions that he had never felt before...those he had never partaken of. But these emotions were tantilizing! Luscious in taste as they quenched a thirst that, for so long, he had ignored.
But those desires he had long forgotten were taking hold of him.
A small smile trailed upon his maw as he drew closer to her. "I love you..." Ary Keeyara He loved her...he loved her...he kept saying that. And yet she felt at a loss for the full intensity of its meaning. Words were something she was so out of touch with. She was used to listening, to gathering information but...some things she just couldn't grasp. Some things you couldn't understand without experiencing it yourself. She couldn't comprehend how hard or thrilling it was to say the words "I love you" to someone.
His body lanuage, however, was far more easily read. Even though Shanti was ignorant of the possible relations between a male a female-her body seemed to know what it was. Adrenaline rushed through her blood as it warmed and her heart rate rocketed. She had never felt so jittery in her life-for being like this was supposed to have been "beaten" out of her as a pup.
But instincts couldn't be stifled, that was for sure. She inhailed sharply as he drew nearer, still making not a sound, as was her nature. She didn't retreat, however. Hesitantly, nervously, almost as if she feared what would happen, she brushed the side of her maw against his. One step at a time, right? RonsoStryder He was slightly caught off guard as Shanti brushed the side of her maw against him. A sudden low wuff stirred from his maw as he inched his muzzle closer, carefully manuvering it towards hers as he tried to buck up his courage.
Love was such a strange thing; thought he knew not of what exactly he was doing, there was something that was leading him- no, guiding him in these crucial steps and expressions of what emotions stirred within him.
Slowly as his orbs settled upon her own crimson eyes, he daintily licked her nose and rumbled softly with pure content. Drawing his muzzle away, he smiled warmly.
Everything around him seemed unimportant or of meager importance as, for the first time, he was finding true happiness in the company of the mysterious wolfess, Shanti. Though words were something that couldn't be easily conveyed nor said, Tasubaa was trying the best he could to speak from his heart without the assistance of words.
He was speaking from the heart.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 3:00 pm
.::.So What Am I?: Cellen/ Ryukii.::. Lost Posts Quote: It was a structure, that she could be sure of. Round, and twenty large paces to either side. Left, right- twenty. North- twenty. South- twenty. Had they planned it to be perfectly round? Were plans involved, did they study it? Did they lay each brick, count to twenty, and set another? And for what purpose? Would the structure crumble if they had gone twenty-one?
An odd thing to think about, and even odder for a wolf to ponder over. It was indeed a human structure, crushed from time and horribly dilapidated on the north side. Perhaps some sort of vague fur trading outpost, it had long been abandoned, and the elements had bored a hole through the center of the preface. The insides now were rendered hollow. Grass grew inside, and from the hole in the top of the small stone wall light poured through. She glowered at it, in a way only the troubled could.
This was the third day Ryukkii had spent considering the structure, because she wanted to understand. Useless, perhaps, to other wolves. But she was obsessed with mathematical abnormalities, and this created a kind of paradox for her.
Fidgeting, the weakened grey creature stepped out from the inside, and padded a small circle around the crumbling brick, her tail lazily swaying. What had caused the side to crumble? "Too tall, too tall." She spoke aloud and squinted her good eye, before shaking her head. "No. Not too tall."
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Another day. Another exploration.
Just like the old days with the pack, Cellen found exhilaration and adventure within each new territory and packlands that they perused through. Bounding through the forests, rummaging through rivers and trekking through the mountians, oh, those were the days! But his old "pack" was only a few childhood friends bonded together and, like all friends do, each individual separated and ventured off their own ways.
But certainly that wouldn't stop Cellen. Oh no...he had time to meander and learn of the other cultures, traditions and individualities of the surrounding packs of these lands for that is what he was, some say. An individualist, if you will.
Stiff-leggedly, the young adult padded out from the seclusion of the woods and headed into the open back towards the last place he had left off at; the river. But why not add a bit of excitement?
"How about....this way," he mused as he drew towards the right, a different path he had yet to take. Though he had not a clue of where exactly he was headed, Cellen figured that he'd end up at least somewhere. But as he pressed onwards, his ears perked upwards as his curled tail swayed with an estatic nature.
What was that in the distance? Another wolf?
With a drifting scent that lingered in their air, one could only hope that this would be another chance to at least familarize himself with another resident of this territory. Cellen knew so little but, keeping the old traditions of the pack alive, he wanted to know about these lands as well as stir up a bit of mischief.
Drawing closer, he drew up a small, warm smile upon his maw as he swayed his streaked hair from out of his eyes.
"Afternoon."
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The lean female turned, and stepped carefully off the small pile of discarded bricks she had been standing upon. They crumbled and left a dusty residue upon the bottoms of her paws, and as she stepped on the grass chalky paw prints appeared as she moved. How odd- these bricks did not stand up to time. Had they been unsuited for the task of this building? And hence- why it had been abandoned by it's human company? But they had more bricks to repair the wall. Why abandon it?
But before she consider this further, an agitating friendly voice popped in behind her ear, causing her scarred side to flinch uncharacteristically. "Hello to you." She responded a bit coldly, although her voice was oddly soft. Slowly she turned herself around, and found that she faced a male with a crooked tail. Dog perhaps? He didn?t carry an accent. "And who might be interrupting my thoughts today? Quite a crook in your little tail my friend." She drawled, and sneezed suddenly. The sudden convulsion burned her already weakened muscles, and self consciously, she strolled to the side so it did not appear so apparent.
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His cerulean hued orbs seemed to wander from a settled gaze upon the wolfess towards the strange structure that was dismantled and destroyed. What was it? It's very shape and apearance was odd and quite foreign to him. Yet the manner in how it was constructed, or at least how various parts were, reminded him of the craftiness and works of humans.
But, for now, that was not important.
Stepping lightly and carefully as he he weaved about the mess of bricks and rubble, the brown wolf nodded with respected manners. "Names' Cellen. I'm just wandering through," he replied with a nonchalant tone as his metal ridden ears flickered. The young wolf couldn't help but grin as the wolf before him pointed out his tail; the curly, feathered tail that seemed so different than the tails of other wolves. But this is what made him an individual and...well, Cellen.
He chuckled softly as he glimpsed back towards his curled tail. "Yeah...but it's just who I am. Not crooked, just-" his maw contorted with a brief moment of deep thought. How to put it..
"different."
Watching as the older wolfes before him sneezed and strayed towards the side, he slowly followed her while keeping a comfort zone between them.
"Bless you," he replied as he tilted his head to the side.
"And who might I be in the presence of?" Werewolf Ryukkii snorted, and shook the sneeze off, her face turning sour and her body moving towards the structure again. "--fffsh." She balked, sneezing again. "Different? A lot of things are different, doesn?t make them right. Not particularly your tail, couldn?t give a damn. I just hate the idea that different is different- 'and that's okay.' Hurt much? Or do you have dog blood?" She questioned, but seemingly only half interested as she hobbled onto an unsteady pile of the older foundation bricks.
"Name?" She muttered, her eyes blinking. "I'm Ryukkii. I'd say it was nice to meet you, but, I'm a bit too busy and don't really care. No offense though. Or, you can take offense. No problem to me." She mumbled, almost somewhat troublingly as she moved about.
Troubling not in the way most things about Ryukkii were. It was simply?off. Off for her, and off for most normal people. RonsoStryder The young punk tilted his head slightly as the words of the wolfess seemed to cut slightly but, truthfully, he just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “What good would it be if every mate, Sheila or bloke, were the same? Being different shouldn’t be a kerfuffle or strike up an argy-bargy, it’s an expression and an identity.”
Such radical thoughts! Cellen snorted as his nostrils flared slightly, his metal ridden ears flickering in a discomforting motion. He certainly didn’t want to get into any horlicks at the moment and, for now, he’d have to best restrain himself least he was already anticipating to leg it if the situation became hazardous. Hopefully things wouldn’t fall to shambles too quickly. He toughed through the jabs and remarks that were thrown towards him, taking little of what she spoke of and just let the comments roll off his back.
Cellen let a small sigh escape from his maw as he drew his cerulean orbs upwards to meet those of the manky female before him.
“Don’t know if I have dogs’ blood,” he replied as he glanced back towards his curled tail behind him. “Never did know my parents and I’ve been stray ever since I could walk. Life’s been too hot to trot,” he remarked with a nonchalant expression.
What was he? A dog or a wolf? He wasn’t all too sure but, honestly, he considered himself a wolf just as much as anyone. A rather disgruntled smile slid across his maw as he watched her traverse over the fallen bricks, cerulean eyes watching her.
“Charmed,” he spoke as he slowly padded across the ground picking up his paws carefully and watching his step. Cellen looked around with a hesitant smile as he paced around the structure. What was this? And why was it here?
“What is this place?” Werewolf Ryukkii shook her head with a snort. "I never said it was no good to be different, boy. But it isn?t good to always assume that different is inheritably good either. Too many damned equalitists." She mumbled, looking mostly preoccupied with her surveying of the building. Although exactly what she was accomplishing by it all, was hard to say.
"Oh?" She slid, listening to his story halfheartedly. "I ask, because I'm allergic to dogs." The female muttered again, and pawed at some of the stone. It graveled and came loose, popping out and rolling somewhat down the crag. She turned and watched it disgustedly, and snorted.
She moved her leg, and knocked another brick down. "You tell me." She quirked. "Or don't. It doesn?t matter. It's a trapping post, men use them. Not anymore though, this is old. The bricks are cut wrong, and they made it a circle. I want to know how."
What that had to do with anything, was even harder to tell. Really, even Ryukkii didnt know. But she had a lot of free time reccently to ponder things. On her to do list was to get a grudge, because her time was much better spent villaniously plotting rather then gauging the circular nature of man structures. RonsoStryder Cellen's maw drew up a rather embarassed smile as he glanced towards the strange female, his ears fallen back slightly as his mind mused about. "Sorry 'bout that, Ryukkii," he replied with upmost curtiousy. "Didn't mean for those words to get the best of me. That was a bit of a howler on my part for jumpin' into defense."
He padded and crept across the bricks in a cautious manner, paws stepping over the ruins carefully as his cerulean orbs glanced 'round about in every which way.
This place was, to say the least, strange.
"So, you think I've got a bit of dog in me then? I mean- if your sneezing?" He questioned as his brows quirked slightly, curisoity seeming to seep into his train of thought. Though it was a bit embarassing to say he wasn't exactly sure what he was, Cellen smiled lightheartidly as he continued inspecting the old building.
"Are these "men" still around? 'Think they're somewhere else 'round here?" He commented as he lowered his head to the ground and pressed his nose against a small, remnant, stone as he shuffled and scooted it slightly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 3:18 pm
.::.Lies and Legends: Cellen/ Cael/ Phib/ Amelie/ Rage/ Arguin/ Daemon/ Logan.::. DragonsRage24 Rage had wandered along the shore today, her head blurred with images of things long past, she had trouble sleeping lately, nightmares plagued her mind at night, but she couldn?t tell anyone, they would ask what they were about?she didn?t want to tell.
?You child will bring about the demise of our valley?? that harsh voice?that voice of Cronos, why wouldn?t he leave her alone? ?Do you know why?? Rage tried to get past him, again, why couldn?t he just leave, leaning down with a grin he whispered lightly into her ear, ?because you have sinned?you are a sin.?
She shook her head and her ears flattened against her skull. Sitting on the shore a few feet form the blue water that lapped the sand she curled her tail around her frame looking down. There were many rocks here, other than the other sandy shores around, green seaweed coated some of the rocks thinly, but it was just enough to slip?then she could get hurt?
Hurt?
That word, she blinked and a soft whimper escaped her throat, she got hurt, she did hurt, and others around her had gotten hurt?and worse, were now gone. She wondered if she?d be safe here, if Amelie, Phib, Cael and everyone would be okay. She didn?t want anyone to get hurt because of her?she didn?t want to be a?be a?sin.
Gray eyes watched the young wolfess from the underbrush of the forest, her black pelt?those red markings?finally, he had found her. Finally, things would change. The wind blew gently trailing the wolf?s scent around the area, but he did not care, he had found what he had been searching for?
?Hello there little one?? a cool voice said from behind Rage, she quickly stood up and spun around, taking a few steps back, taking up a defensive stance?if it could be called that. Her amber eyes widened in shock, that fur?those markings?those eyes?
Flashbacks of her nightmares invaded her mind?
?No?? Rage shook her head in disbelief and took a step back, she felt the cool water lap at her paws. A grin was on this wolf?s face, as he stepped closer, his blue fur pushed back and forth by the wind, the feather from his left ear swayed back and forth gently.
?Surprised Rage?? How did he know her name?oh that?s right, the cave?it told all, depictions of era?s past, and the era of the tokushu.
?Your not real?your not?? Rage growled a bit, but couldn?t keep up with it, her heart beat fast and ached now, her breath unsteady. He wasn?t real, he was a myth, a legend?how?
?I am?and so are you?it is time you knew the truth of what you are?.and where you belong?? He encircled the child, cutting off her escape, peering down at her with a gleam that made a chill go down her spine. He couldn?t be real?this was just another nightmare, Arguin was a myth?but why couldn?t she wake up from this dream?
?You don?t belong here?? Rage was shocked at his words, what? No, Amelie and Phib were nice, Cael was here. They cared about her?didn?t they? He was wrong? this Arguin was not the noble one from legends?he seemed darker?like?like?
Her eyes widened a bit, the darker side of him. The part she was touched by. But he seemed so cruel, Rage wasn?t like that, she never wanted to become something like that. What was going on, she tried to go around him but he cut her way off, she couldn?t speak, she felt frozen by his eyes.
?You don?t belong here Rage?others will get hurt?you will be the cause of the pain. You should leave here?you aren?t one of these wolves?you are different?a tokushu wolf?a sin.? Arguin spoke fluently, eyes gleaming with success. Bringing Rage back to the valley would surely redeem his pride and the gods would grant him his gifts again. No longer would he be drained of seerism and shamanism, he could be whole again.
Rage whimpered and tried to get away, ?Please?I don?t want to hear?please?go away?? she whimpered, no escape from him, she was too small, couldn?t get around him. She couldn?t hurt Amelie, or Phib, what was he talking about, she didn?t want to hear this anymore?
?You have to hear it!? he spoke now, louder, wind creating gusts around them as the tide began to swiftly rise behind Rage. ?If you stay here they will get hurt! You?ll be the source of it?just like you were the source and cause of your pack?s death!?
Rage whimpered and curled up among the rocks, no, Amelie?not Cael?no?it wasn?t true. She wasn?t strong, she wasn?t evil?she was?she?she was Rage?her name. Could it hold the real truth? Of what she was to become? She didn?t want to believe it?her mother told her differently! Why was this happening? Tears wished to flow but they would pain her?she didn?t want to hurt?she didn?t want to cause pain?
?Help me?please??
Arguin smirked, seeming satisfied in his work. No one could stop him now, not even his own brother, he had lost his trail not that long ago, but he had found Rage first. It was time to become what he once was?Arguin took a step closer to Rage, and leaned down as if going to pick her up to carry her away? RonsoStryder "Come on Cellen! We're going to be late!" A yip resounded with a hint of annoyance as the young pup nipped on the tattered ear of the lazy, punk wolf. Cael had been waiting since the suns rays had first been casted to roam about by the ocean shorline, admiring the surf and, of course, playing a few games with Cellen and Rage.
Ever since the strange, brown wolf whose tongue was slick with a rather unique accent and his hide drapped with the angelic-bloody wing, the young pup had constantly found himself drawn to the newcomber and had begun looking up to him as an older brother. Cellen and Cael had, to say the least, become inseperable.
"Rage is probably already there!" He stammered as he shifted his paws anxiously within the sand, vibrant green eyes reflecting a yearning to finally depart back towards the beach.
A low rumble emitted from the chest of the brown wolf as his maw stretched open in a wide yawn. It was too early! His eyes lazily flickered open as he shifted his head to the side and swished his crimson hair away from his right eye. "Alright, alright, I'm up!" He mumbled as he staggered to his paws. Shaking off his fur as he sunk down to his stomach, forepaws stretching outwards as he loosened his stiff muscles and the aches, Cellen rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Let's not stir a kerfuffle, mate. Everyone else is probably asleep." He whispered in a softened tone as his cerulean orbs glanced 'round about. He still was rather unfamiliar with each packmembers sleeping habits and the "usual routine" of packlife but, so far, he was getting the hang of it. Or at least he believed so.
As his metal ridden ears flickered, the punk wolf grinned as he began stiff-leggedly padding towards the shoreline. "Comin' Cael?"
With ears perked upwards and a broad smile spread wide across his maw, the black and purple pup leapt in full bounding strides. "Hey! Cellen wait!" Laughing as his tail swayed merrily behind him, Cael romped aside his "older brother" and set his sights upon the shoreline.
It wasn't too far away but a good enough distance that would take several minutes to reach. If it wasn't for the sand that engulfed ones paws making it impossible to step through, the journey towards the shoreline would be fairly easy. But it was the heat and the unknown depths of the sands that always threw them off their balance and made the trek a bit tumultious.
Dragging and picking up his paws, Cellen gritted his teeth as the gritty, foreign texture seeped into his paws and matted within his fur. Oh, how he hated the sand! Yet it was the boundary that surrounded the ocean and he couldn't let that stop him!
As for Cael, he was merrily bounding aside the punk wolf with the same grin as he traversed through the sands. His green orbs wandered off into the distance and slowly trailed towards the right. His ears perked upwards as he looked upon two figures within the distance. As a passing breeze drifted a familiar scent, his tail swayed estatically. "I see Rage! She's over there!" He yipped with exhilaration as he began tumbling and leaping through the sands.
"Come on Cellen!"
While his mind was musing and rambling with thoughts and recolletions of what his tasks were for the day, Cellen had barely even paid attention to what the young pup had exclaimed. Glancing up as he caught sight of Cael running towards someplace with utter thrill, the brown wolf knitted his brows in confusion.
"Cael? Cael! Where are you-" his eyes trailed from the pup towards the distance where the two sillouhettes stood. Tilting his head slightly, Cellen began racing after the small pup. But the sudden chase had ceased as they came within several feet away from the scene.
The black and purple hued pup had abruptly yeilded in his steps as he looked upon Rage with a slightly horrifed expression. His body stiffened as his eyes looked upon his female friend and the strange blue wolf who stood in front of her, speaking and, what it appeared to be, preparing to take her away.
Away from him? Forever?
Turning abruptly around, Cael looked towards Cellen with a mortified look drawn upon his maw. "Who is that blue wolf? Why is he with Rage?" He whispered in a hoarse tone, ears falling back slightly as he glanced back towards the scene.
Cellen stood with his ears perked upwards and his curled tail swaying irritatedly behind him. Of what speech he had come across, he didn't like the looks of the situation before him. What did this strange newcomber want with Rage? And why was he intimidating her?
He did not like the looks of this at all.
"I don't know, mate. But we've better think quick or we might find out," he replied with the same whisper, his ears flickering with discomfort as he rumbled, small hackles sounding within his chest. "Stay back, Cael. If you have a chance to aid Rage, then take it."
Stepping forwards as his ears pinned back, the punk wolf approached behind the foreign wolf as deep, throat-hackles sounded in warning. He had never seen this wolf before and a strange, stomach-twisting sensation was knotting within him. Whatever would happen, he wouldn't let this stranger take Rage nor inflict any harm to her or Cael.
"Don't even think about layin' a paw on her," he snarled as his teeth bared, flashing in dire warning as his fur bristled upon his back. Standing with bold courage and steadfast, Cellen's cerulean orbs locked onto the strange wolf as he readied himself for whatever was to come. DragonsRage24 The wind whipped down upon them all, swirling the sand and making dips into the golden grain under their paws. The water began to rise up and thrash aainst the pebbles and sand beneath teh waves as it crashed down, the signs of the tide rising.
Amber eyes looked upwards from her paws as Rage saw Cael coming this way, and another wolf...oh no. Peering upwards she saw Arguin glance at them with his slate gray eyes, he seemed agitated...different. Rage went to call out to Cael but Arguin's voice cut her off, "You stay silent if you don't want harm to come to them..." she felt frozen by his voice, his words...would he really hurt them? If he did...it would be her fault...all her fault.
She stayed curled up as she felt a chill surround her body, the water was rising higher now, she felt her fur move back and forth with the push and pulls of the waves behind her that seemed to be fast approaching. She ducked her head down with ehr forearms again, not wanting to look up, she felt worried, and ashamed for herself wandering alone, perhaps if she was with someone, he wouldn't have found her.
Arguin smirked as Cael and Cellen approached,"A pup and a mutt...how curious..." he mused within his mind, his feather swaying with the current of the wind.
"Problem?" Arguin asked innocently. Though the look in his eyes when he turned to face Cellen was that of deceit and deception. Arguin shifted his body so that he was standing strong, and still blocking off Rage from both wolves, "I do believe your interupting something...now run along...I have affairs to deal with..." his voice stated, a sickeningly sweet tone.
The fur on the back of Arguin's neck bristled up and he began to bare his fangs a bit, anger and frustration in his eyes, "You have no purpose here...you don't belong here..."
His eyes glanced at Rage, and for a split second she thought he was directing the statment to her, which made her stomach sink lower, the feeling eating away at her, what was going to happen, she didn't want to go, she didn't want to leave. This was her home now! How could he do this? He was supposed to be a great legend...he was supposed to be-
Thats when it hit her. The stories...the two sides of Arguin, the light and the dark. Her body began to tremble slightly, though she couldn't tell if it was because of fear or the cold water. Arguin seemed strong, but so did this other wolf Cael was with, but she didn't want either of them hurt, not on her account. But Phib...Phib could drive him away couldn't he? He was the alpha, Arguin was an intruder. He could make him go away, couldn't he.
But there lay the problem, Rage hadn't seen Phib or Amelie for a little bit. She didn't know where they traveled during the day, or where they slept during the day. She could barely remember which way their den was. But she wondered if Amelie could hear her...know where she was. If she'd come...if Phib would come and make him go away...Rage wanted to wake up from this nightmare...
"Amelie please...make him go away!"
Slate eyes watched these newcomers, a mutt and a pup...a small pup at that. Though this pup seemed to know Rage...interesting, perhaps he could use this to his advantage if the time called for it, but Arguin hoped for the fact he could get what he needed and leave. So again his voice growled out,
"Leave." RonsoStryder Metal ridden and tattered ears pinned back, folding against his skull as lips pulled back displaying his fangs. The one before him, that strange blue wolf, was a shadey character and for him to think that Cellen would depart with his tail between his legs was absurd! The punk wolf wasn't going to back down so easily...no- he'd fight! Whatever the cost to get Rage away from that manky wolf, Cellen would see to it that he would go to any lengths.
He wasn't going to stand down.
"When you're dealing with a packmember then it becomes my affair," he spat as his cocked his head to the side, cerulean orbs becoming icy and cold as he stepped forwards. A rather amused chuckle sounded from the depths of the brown wolfs throat as he began padding stiff-leggedly to the side.
"Protecting the pack is my purpose! Blood and Sand! You'd best leg it and leave the pup alone, mate, or you'll be dealin' with a miffed blood bath!"
His wolfish veins coursed with newfound adrenaline; surging and wallowing within his blood as his muscles tensed, each step, each movement was being meditated and accounted for what to expect and what to anticipate. He wasn't knew to the sport of fighting, no- Cellen knew all too well of how to execute tactical manuvers and how to deal a powerful, thrasing blows that would cause an opponent to wallow in shambles. Though he had repressed such desires and had skived the motives before (nor had he really even told anyone of his "blackened" background") now was the time.
From the sidelines as the tensions rose between the foreign wolf and Cellen, Cael kept his green eyes upon Rage as a soft whine cried out from his chest. He wanted to be with her! But, by the looks of it, the opposing male was blocking any means or way of reaching her. His ears fell back as his tail curled underneath his legs. He was trying to be brave but it was hard to conjure his courage. It felt as if his whole body was being restraint; emotions surging and swallowing him as he watched helplessly, watching as she remained intimidated and...afraid. What did the wolf want with her? Cellen had to do something! Anything! He could save Rage, couldn't he?
If anyone could...Cellen can, he thought as he glanced towards the large, brown wolf.
The strange, accented wolf had always stood side by side the young pup as both shared a brotherly bond. Cellen had come to know all too well of how much Rage ment to him and how deeply rooted their friendship was. Cael held faith and true to the belief that the punk wolf wouldn't back down. As the head guard of Phibs' pack, Cellen would be held accountable to the safety of every wolf.
And now, it was time for the young adult to defend a fellow packmember; to rescue Rage from the aggro wolf.
As his ears drew upwards, Cael peered back towards Rage with softened eyes. "Rage!" He howled somewhat in a small chorus, crying in sympathy and determination in letting her know that he was here; that she wasn't alone in this confrentation.
With his tail arching behind him, bristled and feathered as he lowere his head and casted out hackles with a malignant, twisted smile of his own, Cellen sneered. "And miss the fun of [brawlin' with a hacky wolf? Come on hard-a**! You want a hardcore challenge? Then come on! I'll give you a hit for six!" Werewolf By the time Am鬩e had returned home, she appeared just as haggard and distraught as Phib had been at the start of the night. She felt drained and weak, and totally at ends with the troubles of the wood. When she finally found herself home, it was already almost dawn and the sky was bruised a purple color. Am鬩e didn?t understand why things had had to turn out the way they did. Why could there not be understanding? It wasn?t that she never realized there was strife in the world. She had grown up in strife. But she questioned all the purpose of it. She had seen how it went, around and around? love was so much easier then this hate. And she could only imagine that in time it would only breed new worries.
To her content, Phib had not slept much that night either. Between being sick with worry for when she would return, and Audi?s combative nature, the old king was worn out. Or perhaps fed up was a better word for it. Not at anyone in particular- he just had had enough of it.
Regardless, any bitterness he had bore Am頯ver the night?s events paled when she returned back. But love and eagerness to be loved were falling second to the deep lethargy both were suffering from, and few words had gone by before curling up and falling to sleep.
But perhaps strife did not care about sleep deprivation.
She heard it first in a dream, although prior to that her mind had been too tired to even dream of more then blackness. It rolled across her mind sharply, and blearily she rubbed her head against Phib?s girth besides her, subsequently waking him up. His head rose slowly and pale green eyes contracted against the light. Still too early, and he felt his temples throb. Grumbling, he settled his head back down on his paws, and shifted his shoulders.
?Am鬩e, please...make him go away!? The words flooded into her mind with sudden clarity, and at once her pale eyes opened. Her throat was dry, and the muscles in her neck hurt her as she lifted her head.
Who? She thought for a moment to no one, before her mind reflexively sought the information out. A flood of images sliced across her mind- and it fell upon a strange blue wolf standing by the shore. Already a group was crowded, and the children were flailing.
?Phib, wake up-!? She spoke suddenly, jostling him in the shoulder.
He snorted somewhat, and flicked his tail. ?I am up. But I won?t be in a few seconds.?
?I think there is trouble.? She peeped.
?There?s always trouble.? He muttered, and yawned.
?New trouble.? She clarified, but he was already standing up.
?Well, I pity the poor b*****d who would make some right now.? He muttered sharply, and grunted.
Am鬩e was already on her feet, and moving. He blinked blearily, and stretched out his legs, before following behind her.
It never ended, really. DragonsRage24 Arguin grinned and was currently loving the situation at hand. Though this other brown wolf thought otherwise, Arguin had something he didn't... But the blue pelted wolf noticed the strange markings upon the brown wolf, wings blooded on his back...interesting...
His words were harsh, he seemed so confident, "But he doesn't realize a thing" Arguin mused in his mind as he switched his position, practically pushing Rage farther into the cold water. The pup seemed to have a liking for Rage...poor soul, if the child only knew what Rage was to become...pity. But this gave Arguin an advantage,
"So confident and reckless you seem mutt..." noticing the curled tail,
"You may have brute strength and intelligence such as I have as well, but I have acquired something you don't have..."
Arguin grinned in Cael's direction, he seemed like a demon on earth with his smile, as Arguin took a step back, his paws almost brushing up against Rage's side as she flinched and curled up as much as possible, shaking now, she was afraid,
"I have the only bargaining chip here...if you don't want her to be hurt... I expect you to take a step back sir..."
Her body was shaking, and her heart was aching now, beating rapidly and unsteadily, it made it hard for her to take deep breaths, she felt like she was drifting away from reality and had fallen into a nightmare...a nightmare she so desperately wanted to wake up from.
How could she tell Cael who this wolf was, and the other wolf that stood alongside Cael...he wouldn't understand at first would he? But she could try. She raised her head just enough to peer over her forearms,
"Cae-"
"Silence!" his voice tore through her as she nestled her head back down, staring up at cold slate eyes that seemed to pierce her being. "If you don't want anything to happen to your friend...I advise you to keep quiet...and do what I say...understand?" She didn't answer, she was trying to not hear him, "DO YOU!?" she whimpered and flinched at the harsh tone of his voice. How could she get away from this...away from him. She was practically sinking into the ocean as it was.
Soon it seemed it would be time to reveal to Rage what she was, but how, and how to make it seem like a sin and a disease to these others so that they would leave him be to his affairs...Arguin needed to acquire the possession of Rage...he then thought of an idea...to make her feel as she wasn't welcome...that she would hurt them all..yes...if he had to, Arguin would say it...
"See what you've done...got yourself in a corner I see...why can't you just accept it and listen!?" that voice again...not now, please not now.
"Please....someone...make it all go away please..." she cried in her mind, she didn't see a way out of this, and the voice that spoke to her she was still confused by...she didn't believe the words...she didn't trust them. She did not even know what it was! RonsoStryder Cellen gritted his teeth and snarled wickedly as he watched helplessly, given warning that he was to take another step, as the opposing wolf stepped backwards as he was driving Rage into the oceans frigid waters. As the orders were belted out, the brown wolf hackled and took a step backwards.
Obeying the given command, the punk wolf hackled and took a step back. Physically and mentally, Cellen had the upper hand when it came to brute strength but, with the twisted wolf using Rage to manipulate the scales he was ultimately powerless until a chance or change in adavantages would weigh in his favor.
His lips pulled back from his fangs as he lowered his head and shifted his body into an offensive, forward position. "A mutt?" He chuckled as he threw his head to the side, crimson hair draping over his right eye as he blatantly glared into the eyes of the blue wolf. "I may be a 'mutt' but I'm more of a wolf then you could ever amount to, you twisted, hatstand b*****d."
Watching the scene unfold to a hostage situation, Cael cringed and wuffed low as he froze in place; ceasing the urge to run to his dearest friend and be by her side. Vibrant green eyes casted over with a dull appearance as he drew his vision from the black female and found them to be looking into the cold, slate eyes of the blue wolf.
He could feel an uneasy, sick feeling churn within his stomach as he peered into the unforgiving, savage eyes of the wolf before him. How he wanted to leap and fight! But he was only a pup...and he would have to leave the fighting to Cellen. Pinning back his black ears, Cael growled and swept his tail upwards in a furling banner, bristled and somewhat feathered outwards as he replicated the same cold, stare.
"You'll pay..." he muttered as he continued staring into the heartless eyes of the wolf. "One day, you'll pay."
Directing his orbs back towards Cellen with a frustrated and worriedsome expression, Cael bit his lower lip and flattened his ears slightly against his skull. "We have to do something! We can't let her drown!" The young pup begged as his eyes could only convey his heartache in a silent motion towards his "older brother".
As the screams and bellowings towards Rage erupted from the blue wolf, Cellen bared his teeth and shook his head. This was not right! If anything it was a sick cruelty tactic that the opposing wolf was using against them. His focus upon the two was broken as Cael spoke up, his words lathered with remorse and troublesome grief. Furrowing his brows slightly, the brown wolf glanced towards the young pup with an expression twisted in anger and despair.
"We can't! We have to abide by his rules or he'll kill her!" He hoarsely spoke as he glimpsed back towards the scene for a few moments. Intaking his thoughts and snorting a sharp breath, Cellen pressed his tongue against his teeth as his metal ridden ears flickered.
When I get the chance, I'm going for his throat and make that lurgy, mazed wolf plead for mercy. He scorned silently as he focused his attention back towards the foreign wolf.
"Bloody hell! What do you want with her!" He bellowed as his whole composure shifted into one that was unruly and- to say the least, angsty. Werewolf Smoothly, a voice fell upon to the small shore at a moderate tone, but audible to all of the gathered ears. It was cool and disembodied, and betrayed the exhaustion that plagued her body and made her stomach tie in knots. ?Bargaining chip?? It floated. ?Such a thing to do- call a pup a bargaining chip. What ever would you have to bargain for, my love??
But while her voice traveled elsewhere, the rest of her flailed. She had not quite managed master sending her thoughts out and create a small contact map of the areas surrounding her at the same time, and instead kept up as close to Phib as possible to keep herself from tripping. He was making remarkably good time for having only an hour or two of sleep, although she could feel faint thuds of pain coming from his left back leg. It was an old wound, and it seemed to trouble him a lot more recently then it had in the past. She didn?t doubt it was reacting to the stress.
?What is happening?? Phib grumbled to himself as he moved, but Am鬩e answered regardless.
?Arguin is holding Rage hostage. Cellen is already there.? She echoed.
?Arguin?? He grunted. Hadn?t that been that fairy tale figure Malik had spoken of. ?Isnt he imaginary??
?Well, I don?t think an imaginary friend is holding hostages.? She replied somewhat deftly. ?I?m speaking to them now.?
?Then what are you doing speaking to me?? He balked.
?I?m multitasking.?
They did not den far from the shore, but to get to the place where the others were gathered they had to swing a bit east. This made for some difficulty for Am鬩e, as the path took over the rockier portion of shore and she stumbled a bit against the rocks. This place was perhaps the hardest to manuever in. There was no life for her mind to ping off of, and now she reverted to being simply blinded.
The old king however, aching leg or not had little problems scaling the rocks. He paused for a moment to jerk his head back at Am鬩e, noticing her floundering some twenty feet from him. He was getting too used to the luxury of her being able to keep up- but for whatever reason, she wasnt taking to these rocks well. There was an urgency that said to leave her, but he wasnt about to leave her for the second time in one day. Quickly he scaled back down, his paws catching the dark rock as they gave way somewhat under his weight. ?Am魓
She looked up, half stumbling against a rock. ?What are you doing?? She peeped. ?Keep going, I?m there already-? She ushered, and pulled her foot painfully out from between two rocks, and hobbled over to the next one.
He took a long moment to consider it, flicking his tail and swallowing back a dryness in his throat. But she probably was right, and he turned to catch back up to the place he had been at. Without her hinderance, he moved much quicker now, quickly crossing over the rocks, and taking off down the other side of the beach.
?There.? He heard her voice flutter, but he already saw the collected in the far portion of the beach. The other male seemed to be hording the child off by the sea. An interesting situation, to say the least.
He moved up quickly, and did not waste anytime in speaking. ?Well my friend.? His thick voice drawled. ?I?d hate to think there was trouble here. What sort of ball-less fool would be making troubles with me??
DragonsRage24 Ears flicked forward as both Arguin and Rage heard the faint voice whisper in the wind, Rage sighed a bit in relief, so Amelie had heard her...thank god. But Rage was also worried, but other kind of trick Arguin would play against Amelie perhaps...no...he just couldn't....could he?
Arguin smirked at Cellen, that boy was learning his place...and learning though brute strength can be strong, a cunning mind could easily over-power others. "Good dog...now stay." he grinned, Cellen was head strong, talked dirty, but Arguin could still mess with the boy and pup's mind even without his gifts that he had lost.
Slate eyes turned to Cael as a chuckle escaped the blue-pelted wolf's throat, "Funny remark child...quite..." though Arguin did not doubt one day the child would grow strong one day, perhaps then he'd have to watch his back, but not now, not with this mutt.
But that voice that had whispered in the wind made Arguin a bit worried he admitted to himself, who else was coming? Why couldn't he just pick Rage up and leave without anyone noticing she was gone. Though, Arguin did want to answer Cellen's question...but just as he was to speak, another shadow was approaching...a rather large one too...he wondered if it was the alpha.
Rage turned her head and saw someone else coming...Phib! She quickly stood up and tried to make a run for it, but Arguin placed his leg in front of her and pushed her back, the water now touching her belly. Her ears flattened against her skull, she was trapped, how could she get out of this...
"Do what I say..." "no" "Why won't you just listen...I can help you..." "no you can't go away!"
As the shadowed figure approached Arguin saw that it was a rather large black wolf with piercing eyes, and several scars, that probably meant he had been injured in battle...or something. This wolf's statement made Arguin laugh...
"It depends...what kind of wolf would try to make trouble with me?" he asked right back at the black wolf, then Arguin turned to Cellen, making sure his voice could be heard by Rage.
"I need her for reasons unknown to you...besides...she doesn't belong here..." Rage sunk back down, her eyes fell to the water, her vision seeing the marks on her pelt...no...not again...not like Cronos...why was this happening. She wanted to be normal...to fit in..she just wanted a home...she felt like breaking down as her heart pained her with every beat. She felt like she was becoming numb to the world...like she was fading away...she couldn't take this anymore...
"Then listen to what I have to say..." "No...please stop...Amelie...make it stop...."
"She is a sin born to this earth and she needs to go back to where she belongs...you don't know what she is to become..." Arguin said to Cellen, this new wolf, the child and Rage...he hoped they would leave him to his affairs now. He'd have to be back quickly before...before he came... RonsoStryder Hackling as his grows drew more persistant, Cellen could feel his entire body feeling as if his fury was making it convulse in a minor way; muscles twitching as he witheld yearning to lunge at the wolfs throat, lodging his fangs to piece and gnash upon the blue wolfs neck and slitting it open, tasting the bitter sweet liquid to ooze within his mouth and its warmth to soothe the raging beast within him.
But he would have to contain these desires...
His thoughts suddenly diverted and lost its presistance as a familiar, deep voice broke through the chaos. Perking his ears upwards as his jaw slackened with curiosity, Cellen's cerulean orbs trailed to where the two newcombers to the scene stood. A sigh of relief escaped from his maw as a smirk curled about his maw. It was Phib and Amelie!
As his eyes darted from the Alpha back towards Arguin with a malignant grin, he lowered his head in respect to both Phib and Amelie. "Ah, Marras'! Phib! Amelie! It's rather blinding that you're here! And just in time," he remarked with a nonchalant smile. "We seem to be in a bit of a beastly situation. That manky, hacky wolf is talkin' nothing but blag and is gonna kill Cael's bezzy mate!" He informed as he glanced back in the direction of Rage and the blue toned wolf; icy, cerulean eyes a blaze with a gleam of spite abiding within them.
Shifting himself as he could feel some strange and foreign sensation within him building up within him, Cael hackled as he flashed his teeth. "You won't think it's so funny when my jaws one day will be wrapped around your neck," he spat as his ears flickered. But, a few moments after, he blinked a few times and stood silent.
What- what was happening to him? Did he really say that? Shaking his head as a newfound sensation was unleashed within him, Cael stood aside Cellen as they kept their orbs locked upon the heartless wolf and his captive.
Cellen gritted his teeth and stifled a growl as he watched Arguin block Rage's attempt to flee towards Phib, sentencing her to wade chest deep within the oceans depths. Thrashing his head around as his crimson hair furled about in a jagged array, the brown wolf rumbled with aggitation as the blag began spilling for the from the villanious wolfs maw.
A sin?
The hackles that he had attempted to withold broke loose once again, resounding with greath vigor and depth as he shot a fierce glare in the direction of Arugin.
"No wolf is born a sin!" He snapped as his tail arched up higher, its curl tightening as it wafted within the air. "It's only through the eyes of others that the blag transforms into bloody barmy!" Breaching upwards as he staggerd upon his hind legs, Cellen came crashing down back onto all fours as he threw his shoulders down, centering himself with Arguin as his posture was taunt; ready to send the punk into leaping strides with outstretched claws and awaiting fangs.
"You speak of sins as if they were delicate and saturated by hell But you know nothing of what "sins" are!" Werewolf How had it happened that he always seemed to wind into the situation where the latter found him a more noble person then he really was? Ironic, perhaps, at best- hadn?t he just last night agreed to take on the child who made threats to betray him? As he approached closer, he nodded to Cellen, and faced the other male. "So Amelie tells me." Sometimes there were good uses for the average wolf's fear of seers.
?We?re all sinners.? Phib drawled, and hiked the end of his tail as he trotted closer. ?Some a bit more then others, but I don?t really give a damn whether she?s a demon or a saint. I don?t think either are going to be forming themselves into little girls.?
?What kind of wolf am I?? He spat, his voice growing a bit more harsh, although he had not stopped yet from his speaking. ?The wolf with the advantage, my friend. You seem to think you?ve created a situation. How fast do you think you can move to kill her? From the game you play it doesn?t seem to be your intention. Perhaps we need to reconsider who has the upper hand. You say you need her. I say bad move. You either need her or you don't need her. Now, we might have a game if you don't. If you do, then it's you who's ******** now, isnt it??
The old king moved from the side, the longer portion of his body curving slightly to the left. If this wolf thought he could possibly get out of this situation, he was running a more ******** botch job then he imagined. What the hell was even going on? So much fuss over a little girl!
It?s alright. Am鬩e spoke to Rage, her voice thrumming softly. A dark nature in her, and it was pulling at the young girl from the insides. Disperse, voice. You are not welcomed here. DragonsRage24 This was beginning to get out of hand, this black wolf was obviously the alpha of these lands...s**t. He should've just picked her up and ran off, the words of Cellen and Phib were bothering him, the child too. If only they knew, if only,
"Sins can be anything my friend..." directed towards Cellen, his voice with agitation. "None of you know what was thought of as a sin in her home....our home, so how could either of you possibly understand?" Traditions were different in different packs, valleys and areas, why did they seem to be so blind.
Unknown to everyone at the scene though, an internal battle was raging with Arguin, two wolves chained in one, one breaking free from the darkness, the other, imprisoned in the chains of light that bound him to his soul. The image of another wolf yet appeared in Arguin's mind, gray it was...neither side of his mind or heart, a leech that had gave his darker disease power...cold white eyes...and markings of black painting the gray pelt with sin. Growl omitted from both side, both wolves chained in mind, as the darker half was slowly breaking free, the light, trying to suppress him...but failing miserably."I don't mean to do this..." "Silence."
Rage was practically sinking in the water, trying to stand on the stones beneath her paws made them slip, she desperately clawed at the stones ahead of her but she could feel herself begin to drift. Amelie voice touched her mind, her heartbeat calmed somewhat, but the feeling within her was growing...she did not know what it was.
"Listen to me..." "No." "I'm not here to hurt you...to hurt her..." it spoke to Amelie, the voice confused Rage, more so then before. She felt a hate towards Arguin, speaking so lowly to Phib and Cael like they were nothing...if only she was bigger...if only she was stronger...
...if only she had control...
Arguin continued his onslaught of trying to knock sense into these two, Phib indeed seem to know a lot more than Arguin realized...perhaps he should pick the child up within his maw...then what could they do? Nothing. They would end up harming Rage in their attempt to save her and get to his throat. He smirked and looked at the wolves before him, still shielding Rage away from them, did they really think he would kill her? Pity, if only they knew the truth...
"Do you really want to know why she is a sin? Why she ran away to this area... do you know the true story?" he peered towards Rage who know had a horrified look on her face...no, he couldn't...please no, "Or has she forgotten to tell the truth?"
Perfect, he could tell them the truth behind this child, her sins..what she was to become and everything all at once. RonsoStryder “Sins are forged by fears,” Cellen snapped as he bared his teeth, flashing them threateningly as his metal ridden ears pinned back, “fears against those who stir up aggro or are seen as barmy. It doesn’t matter what the sin is because, in the end, it’s all horlicks of cheeky blag.” His curled tail arched higher, its bristled fur standing on end as the situation was giving birth to a far greater fury that he had never been a host to. The feeling- this anger that was wildly enveloping his whole being was a sensation he had never bore witness to.
A low, hackling rumble emitted from his chest as his cerulean orbs narrowed towards Arguin. “You’re making one hell of a howler thinkin’ I don’t know what sins are.”
His reasons of knowledge and testament against sins and the hardships of trials and tribulations kept sealed within his lips; the truth remaining hidden as Cellen did not wish to divulge such horrific experiences to this manky, cold hearted villain nor to Phib. When his troublesome heart’s burden were light and his soul’s remorse had been swept away from his constant thought, the young punk would be ready to speak of what he knew. No one had to know nor did they have to understand what he did and why. This was a secret he intended to keep away from the listening ears of others.
For a moment, Cael’s eyes drew slowly towards Cellen as a slightly questionable expression drew upon his maw. What was he speaking of? The young pup tilted his head and wuffed low as his small, black lathered tail thumped upon the sand. Perhaps this was something he was not meant to discover. But, hopefully, he could find a way to comfort his older friend.
Green eyes suddenly darted towards the black she-wolf as her struggle within the wakes of the sea became too tumultuous. Watching Rage struggle to find a suitable grip upon the slick, ocean rocks made his heart ache! How he wanted to be at her side! But he couldn’t least he wanted to witness the death of his best friend and that was something he would not risk.
“Rage,” he whispered softly, a low whine drawing out from his maw as he kept his orbs settled upon her. “I’ll free you….somehow.”
The ears of the brown wolf perked upwards as he paced forward a step or two. “You’re doing a brill job of making me gutted and this kerfuffle you’ve begun is a real knock up to the brute strength. But trying to sway a mates hardcore decision is nothin’ but senseless rubbish and you’re attempt is nothing but an attempt at makin’ a row.”
“You’re nothing’ but a hacky, half-sharp wolf whose goin’ to the dogs.” Werewolf Phib laughed, turning his face to the side and shaking his head. ?A sin! What horrible dreadful kind of sin do you think your land has that I don?t know about? Don?t try to patronize me about sin, my dear friend.? He snapped, and took a few steps closer. ?What would she grow up to do?? He drawled. ?Bore the eyes out of little children, rape the land and end the world? Get off it. I?ve heard things about you dear Arguin.? The old king continued. ?They say you?re a seer- is that how you know how she will become??
He moved forwards, his paws now digging into the muddy shore. ?I don?t really care what she did in her land. I don?t have the time, the care, or the ******** motivation to give you any bit of my ear. Truth! The truth! She?s a little girl. But I wouldn?t care if she was an adult. You may find that not all of us here have very lovely pasts- and I?ll not entreat you to bother my mind with some terrible story the likes of which you seem to think I?d not know.?
Despite this, it was Phib?s assumption he was about to hear the story anyways. That was alright. If Arguin thought it was buying him time, he was failing to see it bought them time as well.
Elsewhere, Am鬩e struggled a bit over the rocks, but her voice continued to be as prevalent. ?It?s alright Rage. Don?t mind what he says, Phib knows what to do.? She calmly spoke. ?Voice- the words you say to her condensed her. What good do you mean now??
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 3:20 pm
.::.Lies and Legends: Part Two.::. DragonsRage24 A black figure rolled on weaving his way in and out of the trees that towered over him and his traveling friend who did not yet leave his side, he was grateful for the orange male?s support in this ordeal, it had gone far enough. Yet it could not be ended so easily, for another factor was hidden away somewhere, but the blue-eyed shadow knew that factor would make his presence in these lands as well.
The wind blew unruly as they made there way through the salt-invested air towards the beach with the roaring waves. Gray eyes watched this black and white marked male for a moment, as he seemed lost in thought, Logan could still not get used to the fact that his comrade was not blind?yet it appeared so.
?How far?? his gruff voice asked, ears flicking to the side adjusting to the sounds the soon approaching water was creating.
?Not far?he?s close?? blue life-less eyes wandered back and forth scanning the area ahead of him. This place was different from the valley, no wonder his brother had come this way?she was sure to have run south, but Daemon had not expected her to make it this far,
?We must hurry?he?s found her by now??
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Arguin was beginning to not like these pestering words from Cellen, and Phib, this pup too that seemed to have a close relationship with Rage. Not good at all, and more so, there was another figure coming down the beach, slowly though but surely.
?You think your false threats scare me mutt?? Arguin asked with a grin, inside he was screaming for control, what was happening to him?all because of him?that damned wolf, he promised to give his gifts back if he brought Rage to him. But this was becoming more difficult then explained before.
?You three seem to have an attachment to her?though you know not what she did?what she caused?? His slate eyes glanced at Rage then back to the three before him.
Rage clawed at the rocks, trying to stay on shore but it was becoming hard.
?Please don?t!? she didn?t want them to know, she didn?t want Cael to know, Phib to know, she didn?t want to lose her new home, her friends.
?They need to know the truth?of what you?ve done??
?No please?please don?t please?? she begged, her eyes starting to sting.
?Don?t let him get this control?fight it?? ?I can?t?? ?Yes you can!? ?I can?t fight a battle I can?t win!? her mind battled internally, what was happening, she couldn?t take much more of this?she didn?t want them to all know.
Arguin smirked and his eyes gleamed in the rays of sunlight, a satanic force behind them while surpress-ing the meaningful being within,
?She ran here from her home?the great valley?but do you know why? Did you not smell the smoke and blood? Hmmm? Its because everyone there is gone?her whole pack, her family, her friends?dead. Her family killed in front of her own eyes...?
?Please?please stop?? Rage began to curl up, forgetting about keeping her grip on the rocks, her mind flashed with images?her sister, mother?no?
?Its because of her?she killed her family?she is to become a threat?she-?
Something snapped in Rage?s mind as her eyes opened sharply, a different gleam within the amber depths, a muffled growl escaped her throat somewhat,
?Now?just let go??
?STOP TELLING THEM!? She pushed herself forward with as much strength as possible and rammed into Arguin?s side. He side stepped and caught his balance, glaring back in her direction. Her eyes seemed to glow then it stopped?
Did she just do that? But?but how?was it true?was it her fault?was she the reason?what was this inside her, this voice, these feelings welled up inside. She didn?t want it to happen again, Cael, Amelie?Phib, they were all here. Tears wished to flow but she wouldn?t let them, her heart ached as well as her body and she began to run the opposite way of everyone?she couldn?t do this?she didn?t want to hurt them?she didn?t want to be what she was?
She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, bolting over the rocks, slipping once or twice and falling, but quickly got up again and kept going, she didn?t look back, she was sure Phib wouldn?t let her stay now?not after what she did. She felt like her mind was splitting in two?
Arguin was furious, how could she even think of doing that to him? It seemed he was too late in taking her?it was already starting?he looked back to Phib and Cellen and smirked,
?That?s my queue?you and your threats mean nothing?? he turned to walk away but Arguin felt yet another ram into his side.
He looked up into gray eyes, an orange and black pelt. Arguin quickly regained his balance and turned and growled at this new foe, how many of these damned wolves were they?
?You should consider them?or else things may turn for the worst?wouldn?t you say?? another voice said cooly, as a black figure now stepped onto the scene. His empty blue eyes watched Arguin?s moves. Arguin seemed frozen,
?Get a hold of yourself you fool?see what he?s done to you??
Logan stood behind Arguin, sealing his way off from running after Rage, the black wolf then turned to Phib and the rest, as Arguin seemed to struggle internally,
?I apologize for his foolishness?I am Daemon?and that is Logan?? he stated making a gesture towards the orange pelted wolf.
?Arguin is not well?he is a minor threat to what is coming?? Daemon stated with a bow to Phib, Logan repeated the gesture. Daemon peered over his shoulder to see Rage disappearing slowly.
?She?s been through too much?? she turned to Phib and the other two, the other shadow seeming like a gray wolf approaching,
?It may not be my place?but she should not leave on her own?someone she trusts should go to her...its just beginning with her now??
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Rage kept going until she was nearly out of breath. Coming to what seemed like a jet of rocks that traveled out a little way into the waves as the tide was still rising, she forced herself to press onward. Climbing the rocks and walking forward to the last one, secluding herself from everything else.
She collapsed on the rock and peered down in her reflection in the foaming water, what was happening to her?what would happen now? She curled up, wrapping her tail around herself, and she thought to herself quietly, her mind tearing in two, ?I?m sorry?? she wasn?t sure who she was apologizing too?she felt like it was for everyone now. She had kept secrets?and look what happened? RonsoStryder Hackles rose to new heights as Cellen's body began shaking; his tension was beginging to give rise to the violent side of him that had rarely been unleashed but, in this situation, there were no restrictions. "Blood and Sand! You don't give up do you!" He snarled as he drew closer, his body yearning- no, pleading for him to strike! He could only envision his jaws snapping and gutting the manky wolfs neck! Oh, the taste of the bitter sweet liquid would be more of a reward; it wold be a blessing to dispose of the twisted cheeky wolf.
He crouched low as his muscles grew taunt, making ready to spring and lunge at Arguins throat! Revenge was but all too desirous to pass up! Just as he was about to leapt forward, another had made their move.
His brows knitted with a slight confusion as he watched the blue wolf jar in his balance and stumble onto the sands. What- who had done that? Cerulean eyes searched frantically, looking for the one whom had sent the barmy wolf down but, in his sight, there was only one that stood near the villanious beast.
Rage.
Cellen stood in place as he watched the young black pup dart off, flying as fast as her paws could take her. But with Rage safe and away from Arguin's grasp, he could now take revenge.
But there was another intrusion.
The brown wolf gritted his teeth as the arrival of two new wolves to the scene entered and pummeled Arguin back upon the ground. Cellen rumbled in hesitation but proceeded forwards, his orbs slightly distrusting of the two newcombers. He listened but with the emotions still churning wildly within him, he couldn't bear to hear there words. Anger still took hold of him, transforming him into an unfamiliar sort. But all there words did not compute; it sounded more like a different language or a dialect.
His breath grew heavy, paws unsteady as his cerulean orbs continued to glare at the blue wolf. This was his chance!
It was now or never!
Lunging into full strides, the punk wolf dashed out from his place and began charging towards Arguin. With the right step and precision, Cellen leapt with awaiting jaws and outstretched claws.
"YOU BLOODY-" his words becamed muffled as he wrapped his jaws upon the back of the opposing wolfs neck and digging them deep into his flesh. The bitter-sweet, warm liquid began to trickle within his maw; mixing with saliva and portraying a fiendish look. His weight upon the other wolf caused him to topple over and faulter in the sands. Loosening his grip as he panted furiously, Cellen gritted his teeth and rammed his head into Arguins side.
"If you EVER touch her, I will kill you!" He bellowed as he flared his nostrils, his curled tail arching upwards as he stammered off and away from the other wolves.
From the outside, Cael had been watching heartbroken and hushed as he watched Rage take down Arguin and run off. But why did she run? Didn't she want to run towards him and not away from him? But Arguin had made her upset and had threatened to kill her! He had to run after her!
As he tore away his green eyes from her, the approaching footfall of his "older brother" made him display a rather relieved expression for the moment. "Cellen we have to go after her!" He yipped as his tail thumped and swayed eagerly; his heart aching and longing to be with her.
"Then what are we waiting for?" He replied with a slightly gruff voice, his maw still trickling with a foul mixture of saliva, blood and sand. "Let's go!" Suddenly bounding towards the high rocky outcroppings of the shore, Cellen made haste and persued the small female.
Nodding and wide a wide smile across his maw, Cael trailed just behind him as the two headed in search of Rage. Werewolf Either he was sorely left behind in all of this, or the rest of them had all gone mad. Chances are, they had all gone mad. Arguin with all his showmanship- was he expecting to surprise him or shock him by these words? It didnt matter that he didn?t believe a child could kill her family. Well- actually, it did matter, because it was absolutely ******** ridiculous. Insane enough that throughout the quick drama that unfell, he had a slight quirk in his grin.
?She killed her own family? Oh dear!? He snapped. ?Well, that changes everything, doesn?t it?? What sort of bullshit is that? She killed her own family. How? Did she gnaw their little throats off? No, I doubt it. You mention a fire. Children don?t control fire, and I really don?t care if she kindled the spark that burned down the kingdom.?
?You were alpha, were you not? It?s your fault they?re dead. Not hers. Everything your pack does is your responsibility. If you housed a murderer, then damn you for not noticing. But don?t stoop as low to blame a pup. What sort of insanity is that??
But despite this, Rage was running now and he was standing their with the end of his tail puffed and twitching. A small group of wolves was in the process of arriving? two males. He gave them a faint glance from the side. More wolves from this dark pack? Ironic that in a pack where everyone had died, everyone seemed to have survived.
?She?ll be alright.? Phib remarked flatly, keeping his eyes on Arguin. ?Now my friend, you seem to have lost your hostage.?
He wasn?t uncaring. But his job was not to be chasing after Rage at that moment.
Unfortunately for Arguin, Cellen seemed about as fed up with all of this as he felt. His tail arched as the other male bit against the blue wolf, and he snorted at the loss of delegation.
Rage, don?t run. Am鬩e squeaked into her mind, and started changing directions as she felt the child running. It isnt your fault. No one blames you. Even if it was, she doubted Phib would care. He was strong in his resolve to trust his pack, even if that meant looking aside to past troubles. DragonsRage24 Arguin shook himself after Cellen?s ?fun? and shook it off. His gray eyes seemed more calm now, his tail hung low, he no longer appeared as the menace that mere moments ago stood before them all. Rage had run off now, but as Arguin watched Cellen and Cael go after Rage he sighed and turned back to Phib. Daemon, watching Arguin?s movements, Logan, not far from it as well.
?I wasn?t their alpha?I was their overseer? but not for long?I was drained of my gifts?that why I?? he stopped n mid sentence and closed his eyes, his body gave a tremble as he opened them again, the internal battle was still raging, but his darker half was tired.
Daemon stepped forward and looked at Arguin, into his eyes, ?Go clean yourself up?? he said it as if speaking to a child. With that, Arguin turned and went for the water, trying to have the salt-water touch his bite marks, it would sting, but the water would help them heal faster. Daemon then turned to Phib, the dark wolf seemed agitated beyond belief, there was no surprise to as why. Arguin foolishness put him in an awful predicament currently.
?Arguin is a confused tortured soul I?m afraid?the reason he came here was to fetch Rage at any means necessary. Arguin was given a false promise, that if he brought Rage back to ?him? Arguin would be granted his gifts again. False as they are, He did it anyway?I do apologize for what trouble he has caused??
?But you must understand you see?? Daemon began again, ?Arguin and I are from the times of the valley before the young girl?s generation, I left long ago yet Arguin remained?but then ?he? (referring to another wolf)came and started the chain events that would lead to the destruction of our time in the valley, and I do have a feeling ?he? was involved with what happened to Rage and her family??
Logan was semi-confused during all this. He was receiving more details about what was going on, Logan was not from Daemon and Arguin?s pack, nor Rage?s, he was a wanderer, who met up with Daemon and offered to help Daemon find Arguin.
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Rage curled up and lay her head amongst her forepaws and sighed, closing her eyes her mind was unsteady along with her heart. She heard Amelie?s words and looked up, and she could see Cael and what looked like Cellen coming her way, her vision was a bit blurred from the tears that wanted to flow, but she wouldn?t let them, so she couldn?t see where Amelie was.
?He?s going to hate me now?he won?t want me here anymore?I don?t want Phib mad at me?I didn?t want anyone to know??
All she wanted was a home, she knew she would have to face the past one day, she just didn?t think it would be so soon. She wanted a family again, but after this ordeal, she doubted Cael or Phib or anyone would look at her the same way again. She wanted a family, she wanted someone she could make proud one day, to have someone be proud of her like her mother and father would have been.
But she feared she?d lose that chance now?
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Arguin padded back up to the small group now, standing before Phib Arguin expected another punishment, but Daemon spoke before Arguin could,
?Arguin acted the way he was because ?he? basically split Arguin?s mind and soul in two, to try and have his ?darker? side help ?him? in his quest ?I think that?s why he wanted Rage?but I can?t be certain anymore?no one knows what ?he? wants?all I know is that one day ?he? will travel here?
I came here originally to tell you this, but I knew I would have to stop Arguin as well?? Daemon didn?t want to reveal that Arguin was his brother just yet.
?If we have intruded onto your lands we do apologize?didn?t mean any harm by it of course?? Logan stated in a low voice, looking in Phib?s direction.
?We just didn?t have any other choice?and we don?t have anywhere else to go either?? Daemon remarked on the end of Logan?s statement, both of them were wanderers, Arguin would seem to be that way as well. Daemon knew he would have to watch him, but he hated feeling like he was a babysitter.
Daemon knew Arguin was more intelligent then he was strong, Daemon had qualities of both traits, and Logan was more strength then brains, all three were strong in there own way. All three searching for a home, but Daemon knew Phib would probably kicks all three of them out of his territory. RonsoStryder His heart raced as his small paws swept furiously upon the sands, spewing and kicking up the gritty material in all directions as he bounded and leapt through its depths traversing through its vast lengths. From the distance and coming relatively closer with each step, Cael could see her small, huddle form atop the steep rockside.
She seemed so forlorn and afraid...but was she afraid of him?
No; she couldn't be!
Didn't she know that he would never judge her and the words that Arguin had spoken meant nothing to him? He didn't know. But all he could be sure of that she needed a friend, Rage needed someone to be with her and comfort her.
Cael wouldn't let her slip away from him because of fear or shame.
"Rage!" He yipped with a slight drawling howl. Approaching the base of the large rocks, the young brown and purple pup stammered and breached upwards upon his back feet, small paws trying to scale and take hold of the cravases and sustain a grip but, to his dismay, he wasn't large enough to reach.
Stumbling and falling back upon his haunches, Cael winced with a soft grumble. "I can't get up there!"
"I'll give ya a lift, mate," the young punk wolf replied with his typical accent as he padded behind the young pup with a wide grin. "Just get up on your feet and I'll get ya up there."
With a rather quizzical expression drawn upon his small maw, Cael nodded his head and stumbled up upon all fours. He wasn't too sure of what he was truly suppose to do but he figurered he'd give it a shot. Lurching upwards, the young pup stood upwards and was suddenly lifted into the air. Cellen had carefully wrapped his maw up on the pups scruff and leapt upwards onto his own back legs and lifted the pup onto the tumultious rockfaces where the young pup would have a better chance of stabalizing himself.
Lowering the pup onto the rockface, Cellen loosened his grip and let the small pup onto the rocks. Grinning, his ears perked upwards and shifted slightly. "Give me a sign or something...I'll climb my way up or something."
"Thanks Cellen," the small pup smiled as he playfully swatted at the older males muzzle, displaying a willy grin of his own. Glancing back to where the black female resided, Cael nodded and scampered off towards her.
Stiff-leggedly, the small pup proceeded as his tail swayed gently behind him and his ears flickered. Was she alright? Did she want to see him? Uncertainty seemed to settle within him but the young pup knew all too well that he should be with her. Rage needed someone and he could help her! Drawing closer, he tilted his head slightly as he approached her.
"Rage...are you okay? I-I tried to save you but- but I didn't want him to kill you!" He stammered as his ears flattened against his skull as his tongue became tied. "I should have done something...." Werewolf Phib glanced to Arguin, who was washing the wounds Cellen had inflicted upon him. His nose wrinkled, and the end of his tail slowly swayed. ?I hold no respect for those who put their own interests above others.? His voice was lower then usual now. The tension had for the moment been abated, and he felt the lethargy roll over his skull like an opiate. The old wound in his leg was throbbing, and now the urges to sleep fell on his shoulders like weights. But despite his voice, he did not seem to show his exhaustion. He?d had too much time to know never to appear half out of it. Instead he seemed almost bitter, particularly as he turned his head away from Arguin, and towards this other.
For a moment he might have thought him blind, but the pale pupils seemed to flicker about as normal eyes did. Like Reicher?s, he noted. ?And you?? He paused a minute, considering. ?His brother? Are you taking responsibility for him or dismissing him?? He asked as a matter of factly, his head craning.
The news that another coming to the woods wishing him harm was perhaps less of a shock to Phib then it should have been. ?I am a man not without his show of enemies. If he wishes problems with Rage, then he will be wishing problems with me.?
?Not good to stretch yourself thin.? Phib thought, hearing his father?s old words thrumming in his head. ?If you?re fool enough to stretch thin, then you deserve the fall. Don?t meddle yourself in things that have nothing to do with you. Cut them out.? And although it had survived Hrothmund well, Phib knew better then to adapt that philosophy. For all he tried to be, he knew he cared too much. He?d have to make due worrying about Phantom, this new foe and others at once.
?Him doesn?t tell me much. I don?t care for superstition. Who is the wolf that comes?? Phib spoke thickly, and swayed his tail.
Softly against Rage, a chuckle fluttered about her mind. Phib? She squeaked. Don?t worry about him love. He is a good man. I wouldnt love him if he wasnt. He won?t cut you out. He won?t care what you?ve done or what they say as long as you are loyal and good. DragonsRage24 Arguin sat down now on the sand, looking down as he pushed at it creating an indent with his paws. Daemon sighed and had his attention on Phib, who seemed quite aggravated with Arguin?s doings, figured as much, Arguin was being a stupid manipulated wolf currently. Not even able to keep control of himself when no one that knew the truth was around.
Daemon nodded his head at Phib?s statement, the white stripe of fur pushed by the wind, some of it almost falling into Daemon?s view, ?Unfortunately yes,? Daemon said, Arguin flinched.
So he still hates me?
?Arguin and I are brothers, and if there is more to pay, I will claim responsibility for his foolish actions?? the black and white striped wolf cringed at his own words, though he despised Arguin for another reason, Arguin was still his brother, and he wouldn?t let him just die or be harmed more so than he had been. Daemon knew it wasn?t totally Arguin?s fault for what happened, that?s why he sympathized with his brother currently.
?The one I speak of is another wolf, once a great wolf, with gifts similar to what my brother once had. He is of a dark gray pelt and a blackened soul?his name is Croanyl?? god how he hated saying that name. Arguin seemed to sit with his shoulders arched more, still staring at the sand.
He did this to me?
?He is not only a strong wolf such as yourself, but he is satanistic, cruel and intelligent. He knows how to manipulate others into doing what he needs done, though he had lost his gift as a seer, he still seems to have a guess at what others think. He manipulated my brother into a false bargain, stating that he could revive the gifts within my brother for the exchange of Rage?though why he wants the child I still do not know??
Daemon wondered if anything he had said made sense. But Phib did not seem particularly taken back by the fact that a threat might be coming, it seemed like Phib knew how to deal with such a situation. Arguin listened to both of them as they spoke, things were a bit blurry right now, his left eye stung a bit, he had Daemon to thank for that?the ?gift? his brother gave him when he left their home.
?I?m sorry?? Arguin whispered, barely loud enough to hear. The wind blew gently off the crests of the waves that lapped the shore, the feather that hung from his left ear swaying in the wind.
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Rage was still huddled on the rock when she heard Cael and Cellen below her. Her mind felt like it was splitting in two, and her head was spinning?such a head ache she had! As she heard Cael scramble to take hold of the top of the rock Rage curled up a bit, but watched him, you almost couldn?t tell.
Though she was glad he was here, she didn?t know what was happening to her, she didn?t know what to expect, what would happen. She felt different right now, she wasn?t sure why. His words touched her, she was glad he tried, she felt like she was cared for.
?It is alright?she is not mad?glad you came she is?? Rage spoke out.
What did she just say? She flinched a bit, and scooted over to Cael, what was happening to her,
?What?s happening?? she asked quietly, almost too quiet, she felt quite tired, though what did she say before? She felt like the voice in her head was stronger now, but she couldn?t make sense of it.
Her body grew less tense as he heard Amelie?s voice speak to her, Rage was glad Phib would not make her leave. Rage like being around Phib, and Amelie, she felt like she had somewhere to belong, she felt like they cared for her ?possibly. Or at least she hoped, Rage didn?t have an immediate family anymore, so now, she seemed to become attached to Phib and Amelie, though she doubted Phib would like the attachment. Phib didn?t seem too keen around kids?well, sort of. Phib helped her, saved her really, with Amelie of course. But neither of them had pups of their own?Rage wondered why?perhaps Phib didn?t like kids that much. Meh?she sighed and wondered if Phib liked having her around.
?Amelie?.? She spoke out in her mind, ?where are you?what?s happening??
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Daemon still sat next to Arguin, Logan seemed distanced from all that had happened. He was just there, trying to help anyway he could. Daemon?s ?blind? eyes watched Phib,
?What do you want me or us to do? I want to make amends for what he has done?? Arguin?s ears perked up as he looked up now,
?I want to too?? RonsoStryder His small jaw gaped open slightly as his ears shifted, flickering with a hesitation as he drew closer to her. He wuffed low as his tail arched slightly; the sensation that there was something or someone else present made the fur upon his back bristle.
"I-I don't know," the pup replied as he nuzzled her and brushed up against her. "But whatever it is will stop it...somehow."
Vibrant green eyes began to trail back to where the two strange newcomber and where Phib and Amelie stood; talking and questioning the events that had unfolded and of the stranger things that were said to be coming soon...too soon. His brow knitted with a slight discomfort.
What was really happening? Was there more danger than it seemed?
A small whine emitted from his chest as he wrinkled his muzzle in a perplexed thought.
"Do you want to head back down to Phib and Amelie? Looks like that Arguin wolf is under watch by those newcombers and Phib for now."
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.::.Checkered Confidence: Cellen/ Phib.::. RonsoStryder His paws sunk deep into the warm sands, the gritty liquid-like ground was hard to tread through and each step felt as if he was barely moving; just as if he was walking in the same place and not getting anywhere. Wrinkling his muzzle in deep thought, the brown wolf swayed his curled tail and glanced all around.
There was nothing but sand and the oceans edge but, towards the left, the more lush and grassy regions were located slightly above where he stood at an incline. The rolling ocean waves that washed upon the sand rumbled and softly spoke with an audible tone, speaking in a language that he could never understand. As a small breeze ruffled his fur and whisped his crimson streaked hair atop his head, swaying it and swishing it over his right eye, Cellen smiled.
"I could get use to a place like this," he mused as he began leaping through the sands, spewing up waves and wakes of the gritty material in every direction. Stil a bit puzzled on how exactly to manuever effectively though the sands, Cellen was willing to do anything to get towards the waters edge.
But why the water?
Ever since he could remember, the young wolf had always been mesmorized and lured by the soothing liquid, watching the suns rays dance upon its surface in an elegant manner and, of course, swimming. Oh, how he loved to swim! What better way to relax then to be submerged within the cool waters? It was the only way to beat the summer heat.
Panting with exhilaration as his tongue lolled out from his mouth, a wide grin spread across the punks maw as he stumbled and fell at the oceans edge. Sand spattered up towards his eyes but, luckily, he closed his eyes tightly and pawed at his face. The sensation of sand by his muzzle and nose were irritating!
With a dissatisfied expression curled up on his maw as he spat out the sand that had managed to penetrate into his mouth, he arose from the sand and shook his fur off.
"Ick! Gross!" He spewed out in a slight choke. "Ugh...sick!"
Sticking out his tongue and shaking his head, Cellen gritted his teeth and stumbled towards the water that washed up upon the sand. Slowly padding paw high into the water, the brown wolf sighed with relief as he welcomed such a soothing relief upon his paws.
Wriggling his toes within the depths of the sand and water, he smiled. "Much better." Werewolf The soft, thrumming heat of the sun was just enough to warm and not burn. It had diluted his mind with a kind of lethargy, and although he probably had many things his concerned mind might have thought more pressing at the moment, the long black male found himself half asleep upon the sandy shore, just off lands. In retrospect, it was an odd thing for him to do. Although he had control of a land with so much water, he was never particularly fond of it. He saw it as a winning tactical advantage as far as protection went. He liked the idea of the fish it brought during certain times of the year. But otherwise, he hated getting wet. He wasn?t even all that fond of the pungent odor of salt that had now latched upon ever fiber of hair and skin so that even miles away others knew his habitation.
Phib shifted, feeling the gritty pull of sand beneath his chin, and haphazardly licked his black nose. It tasted of salt that the occasional surf managed to hit him with, although he had strategically placed himself in an area that rarely got water contact. It was just cool and moist enough to lull him down and suck in some warmth.
He was large upon the shore. Although he was by no means the largest wolf in the woods, his body had a tendency to appear a bit longer then it actually was. But perhaps it was not just that he was long- but that the fact that his black fur shown out so contrastingly against the sand. It also made him a prime target for the heat, and give another half hour or so, he knew he'd have to move to the shade or else overheat.
Lazily, the old king yawned and shifted his head against the girth of one of his paws, before absently opening the corner of a pale green eye. The ocean water was moving, and for a moment he did not catch the figure in the distance strolling about the waves. It took a couple of slow ebb and tides of it for him to recognize living movement, and slowly he rose his head and arced his ears in thought. RonsoStryder As another set of waves crashed onto the shoreline, a wide grin spread across his maw as he couldn't contain the raging excitement within him. Suddenly he began romping through the water, running and splashing as the water swept against him. Cellen closed his eyes as the water trailed up to his stomach, its refreshing sensation cooling his body as he wasn't accustom to such temperatures.
As he took a deep breath, the ocean's salt piercing his senses and stining with its sharp presence, the brown wolf flickered his eyes open as his ears perked upwards.
What was that scent? Besides the powerful scent of the ocean salt, there was another scent that wafted within the air; one that he had not been aware of. Tiltinghis head slightly as a slightly perplexed expression crept upon his maw, Cellen glimpsed back towarsd the shore as his cerulean blue eyes scanned across the sands.Peering towards a large bulk of black that rested upon the sands, Cellen confirmed the scent. It was another wolf, a male to be precise. Turning around, the young male began withdrawing from the waters and began padding towards the shore.
Shaking his head as his crimson streaked hair tapered and hung in front of his right eye, Cellen then shook his body free of the sea water and remnant sand out of his fur. He loved the water but the ocean was strange; its sensation upon his fur was strange and, when it dried, it matted and tangled his fur in the most irritating manner.
Nevertheless, it was water and it did help cool him down. But if only there were more freshwater sources around. He'd have to find one later but, for now, he was rather intrested in the wolf before him.
Perhaps he would know where to go..or where he was for that matter.
"Afternoon," he greeted with a friendly smile. His curled tail swayed behind him in a jolting manner as he traversed through the deep sand. Werewolf Phib watched somewhat despotically as the other male danced about in the waves, his own brow knotted in cautious thought. It wasn?t uncommon to see other strange wolves walking the shore, and he took little offense to such straying. He did often wonder, however, if he was being a bit too slacking. God forbid people started to get the wrong impression of him- already there were some who seemed to think him noble. But he knew better then to fall into such opinions.
He did have some faith in Am鬩e however. Surely she would tell him if some stranger was up to no good? She had such strange codes regarding herself. If it was him with the power, he would use it a hell of a lot more, that was for sure. Am鬩e seemed to think that bred corruption. But Phib, like any well meaning man that ever became corrupted by something as powerful as that, assumed he could handle it with the duty he handled everything else.
"Good afternoon," He replied. Phib remained laying a second before rising, something he hoped he was doing for dramatic effect and not for getting old. Although he had gotten a fairly good look at the male before this point, from a standstill he got a better sizing of the other creature. He might have found him a strange sort- but in these parts, there were all sorts of characters. He had a lot of fur on his head- but, then again so did Rio. Perhaps they were relatives? His tail was crooked in a way he'd seen on dogs, although he didn?t hear much of an accent on him.
"Are you looking for something?" He questioned, after realizing he had no other witty thing to say. Score. RonsoStryder The young punk took a step back as he watched the bulky-statured, black wolf arise from off the sands and stand at full height. The one before him was slightly larger than him yet much older. There was always something that accounted for age within a wolfs eyes and Cellen was keen at distinguishing age. Not only did the scars across the black wolfs' body fortell of what he had been through in a brief manner, but his eyes, those that seemed to stare and question ones reasons and beliefs, were enough to convey that the one before him was- in other words, intrigued by him.
But this wasn't anything new to him; the idea or realization that just about every wolf he came across grew uncertain and, in extreme cases, afraid of him was all to common.
"Lookin' for somethin'?" He repeated as his thoughts mused slightly. Shaking his head side to side with his crimson streaked hair jostling in the same motion, he arched a brow with a smile. "Nowt really. But it's a bit amusing that you haven't skived me yet. Most just think I'm a bit barmy or aggro but what do they know," he shrugged with a small chuckle.
The vauge presence of an accent presented itself as his typical slang poured out from his maw and right into the present conversation. Cellen was slightly oblivious that he was speaking in his typical manner; a bit of english slang and conversing in words that were sure to baffle and stump the ears of countless wolves who were drowned within his rambling. But it only took a few moments to realize to whom he was actually speaking to and how lost the wolf before him must be. He couldn't talk in the same manner as he use to with all his mates and friends. For now, he'd have to lighten up on the slang so he could be somewhat understandable.
A rather embarassed smile suddenly drew upon his maw as he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry 'bout that. I need to remember to keep the slang to a minimum. Talk like that really isn't their cup of tea."
Cerulean orbs deviated towards the ocean surf, marveling and becoming lured by the waves that rolled and stormed the shoreline. This place sure was strange...and so deserted by the looks of it. Where was everyone else?
"Names' Cellen," he announced with a nod of his head. "I'm from...well- it's hard to remember since I've meandered a bit everywhere but I haven't been here before. Who are you?"
As a natural instinct, the brown wolf lifted up his right, forepaw and outstretched it towards the other wolfs paw with a warm smile. The customs and greetings of his friends and family were so vastly different than those of many other wolves who resided within the woods and outskirts. Such a gesture was strange, to say the least, but it was a typical greeting and shouldn't every wolf know the "common greetings"?
According to Cellen, it seemed only natural that any wolf would know how to "pound it". He knew what to do, right?
((If some of his words seem a little strange...it's because he tends to use british slang XD. There are translations and meanings in the journal if you're a bit puzzled ^^.)) Werewolf A low thrum pulsed in the black wolf's throat. "Well friend- I am not one to be avoiding anyone." He spoke throatily. An interesting dialect the male was using. He had heard it once before... although for the life of him he couldn?t remember where. Phib had met many wolves over the course of his life through either diplomacy or otherwise. He was a man set in his ways, but he didn?t take odd actions or speech too harshly. It took a second to gear his ears correctly, as the words the other male used jumbled up in his mind, and he searched mostly on connotation to define them. He was used to using such tactics in dealing with others. Even Am頣ould take a hard time to understand on some occasions.
Tea? That word didn?t translate well. But he got the gist of the apology. "No good to conform mannerisms to others. Who can say if the other half is wrong?"
The old king paused and listened to his introductions, and suddenly became aware he was rather relieved that he was not looking for anything. It wasn?t that he minded helping others. (Well. Outwardly.) But it was certainly a good deal less of a worry. "I am Phib." He spoke. "The reason I ask, it seems like everyone is looking for something nowadays."
Up until that point, he had not had too terrible of a time adapting to the other's speech. But when he rose his paw into the air, Phib had to take a moment to pull back his neck and flick his ears in confusion. It was a peculiar gesture for sure. Did he expect him to do the same? He supposed it would be rude not to, but yet, he couldn?t find the motivation to return the gesture. What was he supposed to do with that anyways?
Polietly, however, he gave Cellen's paw a good stare at, as though he might have been showing him the majesty of his toes.
"If you're looking to go further, I'm afraid this would be the end of a southernly trip. You can't go much past this point with the ocean."
RonsoStryder A small chuckle escpaed from Cellens maw as he smiled. "Well, at least your not like all the others I've come across; all argy-bargy and kerfuffled whenever I came across them. Some wolves have a bad habit of givin' off the cold shoulder," he replied with a gruff sigh.
Could some wolves really reject ones very appearance just because he or she was...well- unique? From past experiences, it would seem so. Those whom he had come across were either neutral towards him or harbored a dire resentment towards him. But it was these incidences that strengthened his individuality and the belief in himself. Though he rarely took up the offer to fight and shed senseless blood, there were things a wolf could never let another bash or scorn against and, to Cellen, ones personal individuality was something no wolf could ever alter or forcefully change.
"You never know," he replied with a musing expression, "there are some who'd think a manky wolfs' strange words were a threat to their very life. And I've already had a few hit for sixes and ain't lookin' for more."
A warm, broad smile spread across his maw as he gave a nod of his head followed by his cimson streaked hair. "A pleasure, Phib." As his curled tail swished and swayed behind him in an upbeat manner, the brown wolf nodded. "Everthing is so dodgy these days...their just seeking to find truth."
Upon watching the unfamilair and somewhat hesitant reaction to the older wolfs reaction towards his gesture, he sheepishly grinned and tilted his head slightly.
"I guess wolves around here don't know how to pound it," he commented as his cerulean orbs trailed towards Phib's left forepaw. "But I'll teach ya." Midleveling his paw closer to Phibs, he glanced up towards him. "All ya gotta do is just clenche 'ya paw and-" colliding it with the black wolfs with a slight thrust, Cellen grinned wide as he retreated his paw back onto the ground, "pound it. It's just a greeting friends use commonly."
Still unsure whether Phib would at least understand his motives or logic, he shook his head as he tossed his tapered hair away from over his right eye. Where else was he to go? Was there somewhere else he could venture to? The pack had long disbanded and, if Cellen had any hopes of finding some true place to call home, he'd better start looking.
But what about these lands?
"Well I guess that brought a quick end," he pondered as he glanced round about; his orbs contemplating and perusing about. "It's hard to find where you belong when you don't feel like you belong anywhere. 'home' has always never had a meaning to me."
"What about you, Phib?" Werewolf It had always been an interesting paradox to Phib that wolves who were so easily threatened feared most what they always brought about on their own. Just because he had not attacked this stranger did not mean he was not wary of his presence and silently judging the other fellow up. "I find that most fearful wolves attack and cause the very conflict they are trying to avoid. If people are too fearful, they'll seek out anything unusual and create an enemy out of it just under the pretext that it might be. Caution is good, but there's a lot to over-cautious behavior."
Phib paused a moment as the other wolf continued, and he was about to respond to the mannerisms, when Cellen seemed to be offering to teach him this peculiar habit. Although it seemed rather good natured, it was an odd matter of contact he wasn?t quite sure he was prepared to give yet. He could be a fickle wolf in terms of companionship. He was happy leading, happy being polite, but actually touching people was a different matter. Perhaps, he power made others a bit more eccentric then usual.
But in Phib's defense- he wasn?t rude enough to reject the gesture either. In political terms, he saw this wolf doing a friendly gesture towards him, one that he would obviously take offense for if he did not return. And although conflict never bothered him, it was the last thing on his mind he currently wished to peruse. Carefully he rose his paw in turn to Cellen's, repeated the gesture, and placed it back down as if he had forgot he'd even done it.
The black wolf paused a moment, fiddling his ears in thought. The truth was, even here was not home to him. This world that he lived and functioned in had always been borrowed time. It was hard to think that even now, a self proclaimed great man such as himself might still feel haunted by his father's shadow.
"I think some people are best at home on their feet then on the land." He spoke, his voice rumbling. "Although- this is my home and my land. I have other homes, but I feel this will be the last. I've walked until I couldnt walk any further."
Ironic, perhaps- there was no place else to go from here but the sea. RonsoStryder An unbearable, wide grin spread across the punk wolf's maw as he shook his head and swept his crimson hair from out of his eyes. "Bazzin'! I was thinkin' that it was a bit of a howler to pound it with you but you picked it up well!"
Finding himself tired from standing for too long, Cellen sat upon his haunches and swayed his tail in an estatic manner. He was rather pleased that he had actually managed to show someone how to pound a paw or let alone be in the company of any wolf. These days many wolves either ignored him or chased him off; what a scenario of options! Luckily he alway did manage to escape with his life but, still, there were incidences where survival almost seemed as if it was only a fleeting wish. As long as Cellen survived with his life, he couldn't hold such a dire hatred or grudge against any wolf. He'd much rather save hims upmost fury for when other events that would rile him needed intimidation and vengence.
Glimsping towards the black wolf, Cellen noticed a faint change in expression. He tilted his head slightly and listened intently as Phib spoke.
The words rang too true within his ears as, following along, the punk wolf nodded his head and shifted his paws upon the ground. "I've walked left, right and centre and I've never have found someplace to call home; it's been nothing but horlicks but at least I'm still kickin' and that's what counts."
Cellen's ears suddenly perked upwards as his maw fell ajar. Did- did he hear Phib right? This was his land? So that makes him-
"You're an Alpha? I'll be honest, I'm not gobsmacked. There was somethin' about you that conveyed the look of a leader. I guess first impressions really do convey alot," he chuckled low as he mind began to muse with thoughts and recollections. A small, emotionless display fell over his face momentarily as he glanced all around him. What did it feel like to belong somewhere? Was it a completeness or the loss of a burden that one had carried for so long?
Cellen didn't know nor did he ever know if he would.
"You said every wolf is searching for something, for means that only the heart can convey. But what more do you want? You have loyal followers, beautiful packlands and hold the trust of others? What else is there? I mean-" he sighed as his ears flickered with hesitation. The words were hard to speak of but, somehow, he managed to slid them from off his tongue, "Have you found what you were looking for?" Werewolf Phib nodded his head in simple reply to his question, but from the tone Cellen had already deciphered the meaning. "I am, if you will." He certainly did believe impressions were everything- but, he did keep himself quiet despite the nice remarks made about him. He was an egotist at times, but not a braggart.
As the other wolf continued speaking he found he did not need to focus so much upon translating the words. They were filling in quicker now that he had an ear for it, and almost pleasent in a foreign way. He doubted there would be much trouble from him.
It was an odd question. Was he looking for something? In a way, he supposed he had lost self. There was a part of him that felt he might not be wolf he was, if it wasn?t for the life he was placed in. For most, that wouldn't bother anyone. They would simply count their blessings that they had been blessed with the opportunity to excel, as he had. But there was a part of him that leadership took away. Strength took it away. Intelligence took it away. He didn?t know what it was- maybe innocence or just goodness, but he didn?t have it.
Yet, he'd never looked for it, and he had never searched for anything but knowledge. He had found a piece lost in finding Am鬩e- but, it wasn?t all of it. "If I am looking for something, it's not anything worth finding. What more could I look for? As you say, I have much. I've always had much. I'm too old and bitter to care anymore." He mused, a small smirk crossing about the girth of his muzzle. "The truth is, I doubt anyone ever finds what they need. You get a little sometimes, but never all of it. That's just how life is."
RonsoStryder Cellen nodded as his cerulean orbs trailed upwards to meet the pale green eyes of the Alpha. His mind rambled and sought for answers, questions that he had yet to answer for himself but, somehow, he couldn't place any response or worry. The punk wolfs' paws had carried himself and his burdens to the unknown destination; searching, seeking and scowering for a "home".
He had always envied those whom had found their place and planted their feet within a firm foundation. But, as for Cellen, that was something that he felt he could never obtaion nor forge from a simple dream to a tangible reality.
The words of the Alpha mused over his thoughts and tongue as he softly muttered a line from the spoken words. "...Doubt anyone ever finds what they need."
His ears flickered slightly, somewhat disheartened as his left, bitten ear fell down slightly as his head tilted in a perplexed expression. Was a search for a home just a meaningless chase? Cellen shook his head, whisking the thoughts away as he glanced aside and down towards the lowly ground underfoot.
"It's funny," he began as his gaze retracted from off the ground and slinked upwards. "My band of mates and I were always hot to trot as we were never welcomed to any packlands or territory. Our hardcore lifestyle and opposing views never did fall as an asset in our favor; it only drove people away and made us a walkin' dekko exhibits of outcasts and vagabonds. Me and my bezzy mates never have known what "home" is."
Cellen's brows furrowed as his shoulders slumped and his curled tail wibbled and swayed behind him. When would he ever taste of sweet relief and come to know how it felt to belong somewhere?
"Life's been nothing but a hit for six," he commented with a low rumble as he sunk onto his stomach, throwing his head upon his crossed forepaws as a small yawn drew from his maw. Werewolf "It isn't easy." Was all he could say for a moment, squinting his eyes and arcing his ears. "Life might be a piece of work, but it isn?t all bad either. I think people put too much weight in finding what we need. What do we know what we need?" He faintly chuckled, and shifted himself to one side. Never loathing life, yet never appreciating it. That seemed to be the manner in which he conducted himself.
"If you're looking for a home, the only way to get it is to grab it. You see a place you like, you grab onto it and don't let anyone else shake you away unless you want to move. It's fine and good looking, but it's rather hard looking for concepts and beliefs. You can find a place you like easier then you would find it and think it home; nothing is ever home at first." He continued, and glanced his head towards the surf.
This place was home now, although for a while he had not wanted or tried for it to be. It was in his belief, that honestly, he'd probably have ran himself and Am鬩e to the end of the earth if there was enough land. The only time he knew to stop, had been this junction point between land and sea.
But it was nice here. Even he could admit that. RonsoStryder Cellen blinked several times as his muzzle wrinkled in thought; his mind was ponderous, musing at the spoken words of the Alpha and still trying to make sense of it all. The concept seemed foreign to him but, truthfully, the young punk was willing to take any risks to finally be admitted into the ranks of a pack and live within a family once again. Living life forlorn and shunned from the presence of others was never sweet as the bitter taste lathered his tongue and never did leave. Nothing seemed to rid of such a foul taste nor did every attempt even dilute its presence. He only sought the luscious, sweet taste of acceptance.
His metal ridden ears flickered as he tilted his head slightly to the side, crimson, tapered hair falling upon his right eye as he looked into Phib’s pale green orbs.
It was now or never.
Cellen had to give it a go and at least take a jab at it! If he didn’t then, well- he’d never know whether or not he’d ever be able to find a pack and, perhaps, joining Phib’s pack was just the one he was looking for.
The ocean surf, the suitable climate and the overall geographic layout was too appealing and, given the choice to live here, Cellen would seize such an opportunity.
“Phib, can I join your ranks- I mean, I’m not tryin’ to stir up a kerfuffle or cause one. I want to join your pack.” Nodding his head as he affirmed his statement with himself, the brown wolf smiled with a soft sigh, intaking a deep breath as he knew, oh he knew too well, that he wanted to be apart of this pack.
"I'll do everything to earn my place within your ranks and you won't look back on it as a mistake." Werewolf Carefully he turned around, his pale green eyes glancing appraisingly at the other male who stood in front of him. He didn?t seem like the wrong kind of sort. Other groups had run him off before- but it was hard picking out what part of him might have been the cause of it. The tail? It was true, it seemed more dogly then it was wolfly. But he'd never known a tail to really aid or impede someone in doing work.
"You may join if you'd like." He responded simply, peering at the other male. "I couldn?t see any reason not to."
Phib's stoic personality often hid happiness from his face. Normally he had to make a conscious effort to show such feelings, or else he might have always seemed somewhat perpetually grouchy. So, for a moment hte older wolf's face relaxed, and he nodded his head slowly. "I could certainly have use for you." RonsoStryder His maws practically dropped as his metal ridden ears perked upwards, a rather astonished, wide grin spread across his maw. "Wha- Really?"
With cerulean orbs that were wide open and settled upon the Alpha before him, Cellen closed his eyes and began stammering upon his forepaws and shifting weight upon them with steps as he shook his head from side to side, his crimson hair swaying across his right eye. He couldn't help it; having someone esteem trust in him was a first.
Throwing back his head upwards as he solaced a small yet estatic howl, Cellen slid out onto his forepaws and chuckled softly. "You're the best, mate! Believe me, I'm not dodgy and never airy-fairy. I'll do any task...anything! I'm not a bunch of sixes and sevens and I'll prove my worth," he replied as he glanced back up towards Phib.
"Thanks, mate. Thanks for givin' me a chance."
Shaking his head as the punk wolf still remained and in sudden shock, he smiled. "So, what jobs are avaliable? Or- er- I mean, what do you think I'm best suited for?" Werewolf Phib yawned sluggishly, and stretched. "Why not?" He spoke rhetorically, and rose back to his paws, seemingly unaware of the joyous effect it had had on the other male. Although that was hard to ignore after he started howling and speaking again, and pleasantly he turned around towards the other male with a light puff. Enthusiasm, although slightly vexing on his ego, was hardly unappreciated. He liked the fact that Cellen was already ready to work- something that was quite different from the usual batch of initiates he let in.
"Jobs-" He paused, furrowing his brow. What he needed now were guards. Plenty of spies, scouts and listeners but not enough to claim his borders were completely safe. For the moment it fell mostly to himself, Castille, and Am鬩e's seer abilities to keep it trouble-free. "I'll not lie, I need guards." Phib said simply. "As a lovely sort of person I am, there are still wolves that do not get along with us. A lot of land to watch, and for the moment it's stretched thin between three of us, myself included. But I have other jobs as well." RonsoStryder His ears perked upwards as Phib mused about the idea of jobs that were currently avaliable within the pack. But when he mentioned "guard", a broad smile spread across his maw. "A fellow such as yourself making others aggro and dodgy about you? Can't personally see that but I'll take your word on it," he grinned as he chuckled softly. "I'll be gobsmacked!"
The idea of protecting the pack and the packlands seemed to stir a course of adrenaline within his wolfish veins; muscles tensing and his heartbeat on the brink of racing with utter thrill as the mere thought of becoming a defender of the pack crossed his train of thought. The last time where he endeavored in bloodshed was- well, shrouded from his mind. Rarely did he lift a paw in senseless bloodshed but, truthfully, if there was a brawl that needed dealin' with then Cellen was one who wouldn't mind fighting for those he loved and his newfound home.
It was too good to pass up!
"I'd be honored to be one of your guards, Phib. I'm rearin' and kickin' to protect your packlands and serve the pack with diligence and honor. If any half-sharp tries to strike up a bit of argy-bargy or cause a hang-up, you can be sure they'll be recievin' a few hit for sixes and come to find their making one hell of a howler!" He commented with his voice full of exhuberance and lively nature as he nodded his head. The tapered, crimson hair brushing past his right eye as he stretched his neck out slightly and smiled warmly.
"I'm mad for it!" Werewolf To that, he couldn?t help but laugh. It was an actual laugh- something a bit different then the low chuckles he often gave, which now might have seemed almost patronizing. He looked older when he laughed, and there were faint lines under his eyes and brow as he did.
?You?d be surprised.? He responded honestly, and thumped his thick tail once. ?I don?t pretend that I am not intolerable at times. But, there are other sorts as well. Wolves who simply have bad plans for the wood, or old enemies of our group. We have a habit of taking in wards, so it doesn?t make us particularly popular among those groups either.? He spoke, his ears shifting.
?But I do need guards, and I am glad to hear your interest. If you think you can manage, you?ll be head guard for the time. I am too busy to fill that role, and our other guard, Castille, is a bit too quick tempered.? He spoke simply, and nodded.
?Of course, pending how you like it and how proficient you are.? The old king nodded, and swayed the end of his tail. He did expect to keep an eye on the other male, but for the moment, he rather liked the fellow. It didn?t doubt he could do the job- and Phib was glad just to have anyone do it. Perhaps he could recruit some others to help with the borders. RonsoStryder "Those manky blokes couldn't stand before you anyways let alone plot somethin' without having it fall to shambles and horlicks before they could get to you," he smirked as his curled tail wagged behind him. A small chuckle rumbled from his chest as he simply shook his head and laughed. "Best thing we can do is keep the aggro low and wait for whatever comes. No use sulking in fear when there's nothing to fear, you know?"
His ears flickered, shifting slightly as he knitted his brows slightly in thought. "Well I'm not lookin' for the popular pack and my track record with run in's and confrentation with others isn't to perfect." A broad smile slid across his maw as his cerulean orbs met with the pale, green orbs of the Alpha.
"Manage? The thought of just being in a pack is just gobsmack! I'll not let you down, Phib!" Cellen nodded his head as he flared his nostrils with a reaffirming huff. He had already esteemed full honor and respect within his new Alpha and the knowledge that this wolf, this pack, was the right place to be in only made him smile.
He had found someplace to belong.
"When do I begin?" He commented with a wide grin as his paws shuffled and fidgeted with anticipation. Werewolf ?Now, if you?d like.? Phib spoke, nodding his head amiably. He had to seem a bit off by now. But he was the kind of person who trusted, sometimes too much, his own decisions. He liked the look of this fellow. He was the kind of wolf younger wolves aspired to be like, and all of that. It was good to have a good level headed man in charge of his gaurus. And if he was better then that, he needed a beta. But Phib was not quite ready for that, and reposed himself to keep an eye on this wolf?s progress. In either case, he didn?t doubt he could recruit more wolves towards the gaurds. ?Your job will be to help patrol. But, the scouts will handle the overall watch- you are to respond when they call you.?
?Keep yourself personal, know the wolves in the pack. But don?t be so friendly that you don?t know to look out for trouble. Know the people who make problems, and keep an eye on them. I don?t mind renegades, so long as they stay on our side. We have enemies, but for the most part I will worry about them and keep you informed how we stand. You will watch that they don?t come onto the lands without a good reason. And their ears out." RonsoStryder A wide grin spread across his maw as the young punk nodded his head, ears shifting as he took carefull head of the Alpha's orders or rather how he was to present himself and operate efficiently as the "Head Guard". "Right, right! Just make a row and leg it!" The direction seemed simple enough; Cellen wasn't too worried that he wouldn't be able to fufill his duties but the anticipation for when he would heed the given call sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't wait to get his paws on such an opportunity.
Tilting his head as his curled tail swayed in a nonchalant manner, Cellen flared his nostrils with a sharp intake of breath. He was too caught up in the thought of being a defender and a sentry guard around his newfound home and the realization that he had been accepted as an equal still felt surreal.
"Bazzin! So, keep an eye on the dodgy mates, dekko about the packlands and skive any chance of havin' the territories be breached by any manky wolf. But, if they do, any intruder will find themselves in shambles!" As a slight ponderous expression drew upon his maw, Cellen shook his head and chuckled.
"It's brill, Phib!"
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