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 Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 4:40 pm
F-cking as-hole.
It was not a title that most daughters gave their fathers, but right now she thought he f-cking deserved it. The black she-wolf panted as she dragged her bloodied body across the land, her vision blurring and her steps unstable. Every inch felt like agony at this point, every step sent waves of pain up her legs and made her want to cry out. Her father had beat her until she was knocking on deaths door, and she did not do as much as snarl at him. Then she was sent on her merry way. For a moment, he even seemed like he was enjoying it, she thought he was laughing at her.
What happens if she was not found? It seemed pretty ridiculous that she had to rely on her enemies saving her life, what if she did not make it? what if they did not want to help her? Risking her life on such a slim chance of his plan coming together... was she worth that little to him? Even now?
He could have killed her and her death at this point would have meant nothing, she would not die on the battlefield, she would not die protecting her family - she would die for the sake of dying and it infuriated her. It was this anger that was pushing her on, she would not die in such a way, she refused. It was rare that she questioned her father, even rarer that she went against him, but right now she thought he had lost his mind. He came up with this f-cked up idea and her loyalty had let him do it.
She had let him do this to her...
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 5:20 pm
A story of long ago, told a tale of wolves who never stopped to rest, who worked endlessly for a life they deserved, to be relieved of doubt, worry and agony that tomorrow would be a better day. Where they could be free and the calm would last for generations because they earned it. As Sabre observed the pack of refuges, it didn't tell such a glorious tale, in fact it gave the opposite apeal. They had fought off the rival clan time and time again, yet that meant nothing when you feared for your life day in, day out asking questions like 'what if tomorrow never comes?' It was sad, nothing as honorable as his ancestors. The only surviving optimists were of his blood and even then, he was half tainted by another coward so alike them it was sickening.
Everyday was the same, the pack was moving in slow motion. Time wasn't on their paws to spare despite that they wasted it as if they were drowning slowly under the weight of insignificant problems. They should of been out there, searching for Shabre until every member of his army fell to the bitter snow, sparing this world of one more twisted soul, one step at a time. He had decided to make it his mission to do what the pack should of been doing, searching the perameter and the outskirts for any wandering spies which had managed to slip through without being caught. His breath was seeping out in front of him in clumps of fog, thick enough to make a meal out of. Winter was a warzone in itself in Redwood, without Shabre causing problems for them.
For the most part the surroundings had been clear, so he thought until the stench of blood encased his nostrils and filled his mouth with a coil of metalic saliva. Eyes following off to the scent, it was soon made apparent that he, nor the pack was alone. He slowly trudged his paws through the snow, cautious of the intruder and their intent, the snow only staining red after he passing a lonely, dying bramble. The wolf was injured, that much was clear and wouldn't be in any state to attack him. Perhaps he could end the things poor, sorry existence and be on his way knowing he had rid the world of one less undeserving creature.
The idea becoming rapidly more tempting by the second, he followed the trail like a foxhound, desperate for justice. There. The figure looked petite, fragile nothing more than an empty shell about to drop at any moment. He almost felt sorry for it, almost. The same colours that had haunted their pack were smeared across the coat of the animal though he had to admit he had never seen this one before. Either way, the female wouldn't last long. He pondered on walking away, letting her wither and die alone in the icy wilderness and yet, his instinc said, he shouldn't. There was a reason he came across her. Afterall, if he hadn't of had a feeling something was out here in the first place he never would have found her and she would have died regardless.
So why had he found her and why did he feel the need to take her back to the pack? There was only one solution he could come to terms with and that was - because they were better than them;they were respectable. He found himself nearing her, close behind so that his presence was known but still keeping enough distance so that if she did try something rash there was no way of reaching him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 5:48 pm
Shadow was, like the male wolf had predicted, in no condition to fight, even if she wanted to. She was never much of a fighter, even when she was on her best form - her brothers were the solders - not her. Instead, she hunted in a much more elegant fashion. She was a queen of masks, a whisper in the night, she got her power from deception and trickery, attacking when her victims least saw it coming.
Blooded and broken she was not capable of ending a life, especially not one of a male so much larger than herself. Yet that did not mean she would not try if he presented a risk. She would much rather go down fighting anyway. At least she would fall to him, like many members of her family before her.
It did not take her long to notice him, the snow crunched as his paws as he made his way towards her, otherwise silent as a ghost. Bright yellow eyes looked backwards, could help have really come? She had never seen Sabre before, but straight away she knew who he was. His appearance was almost as cold as the winter itself, his eyes radiated an icy aura that would send shivers down her spine if she was not already freezing. She finally stopped, not because the male had approach her but simply because she could walk no more. Now without passing out from the pain.
"Turn your gaze away from me stranger, I am in no fit state to entertain." She stated, she new she should have probably been nicer, that she should have batted those pretty eyelashes of hers, but right now she could not even force herself to play games. She just wanted to curl up in the snow and sleep. The disorientation was clear in her eyes, every so often they lost that glimmer and turned into cold, dead orbs which most would expect to belong to a corpse. She went to put another paw forward and collapsed under her weight. It was the end of the blood-trail, this was the end of the line.
She panted, the mist coming from her mouth was sparse to match her shallow breathing. "Have those icy eyes of your's come to observe a corpse? Or are you looking for an easy meal? If so I am sorry my prolonged suffering is keeping your belly hollow. It won't be long now, no... not long now" She had to crack a smile at that, a small sarcastic chuckle escaped her lips, followed by a metallic taste, she was coughing and drooling a pink liquid before she knew it. The great Shadow, reduced to this? Pitiful.
Her eyes wandered up to meet his. She would never say those words, she would never beg for her life. Though the way she looked at him made the request for her. She was not scared of death... but she did not want to die now. Not like this...
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 8:43 pm
The black and purple female was most likely expecting some form of reaction from Sabre perhaps a snide comment or a smug smirk at her suffering but the snow fleeced wolf had no intent on feeding off of her pain. He was however certain she was one of 'them' but he had no motive to murder her anymore, seeing her pitiful form as it collapsed to the bed of snow as if she was a tree caving from the force of heavy wind showed him enough had been done to her already. Whether it was one of his own pack or another wolf a long the way was another matter. It had already been decided he would take her back but boy'o'wolf did she know how to talk! Even though she was on the brink of death she couldn't just shut her trap and allow him to drag her to shelter in peace?
He waited until she had finished feeling sorry for herself and mocking him as if he was some vulture circling her from ahead, counting the seconds till meal time. She must of been so disappointed to see that her kind was like that, not his. They had pride. He closed his eyes at her sombre, helpless expression and took in a silent, filling breath of air before letting his liquid eyes flow calmly over her tattered body once more. He moved closer, in no rush and lowered to shuffle his muzzle under her front end until finally he was fully underneath her. Pressing up to a stand, the dead weight was now hanging over his back;leaking crimson in to his previously pearly coat.
It would slow him down but at least his warmth would provide some help in keeping her alive, whether she would last until he got to the pack was something only time could tell. As the journey then began to the refuge camp, he could only think of how dark her coat was, she was the perfect assassin. There would be no seeing her within the shadows, steps must have been as soft as the falling snow to get this close to them. This was the sign that the delay in action from Shabre had only been an act. They were planning, plotting and he knew all a long that they had reason to not take the rest lightly.
Yes, he would definitely have to keep an eye on this one. She could of been sent as a trap, to infiltrate or to collect information for him. On the other hand she could of been cast out, banished from their pack for one reason or another. Somehow he doubted that, Shabre didn't seem like the kind to show that mercy, only violence whether they deserved it or not so long as blood was shed, he was satisfied. The camp wasn't too far away and they arrived in what felt like no time at all. The other members stared at the two of them, weary of the stranger their heir had brought to the pack. His eyes never wavered to wandering eyes however his only motive was to get her to the cave so she could get warm.
He laid her down once in the cave, it was big enough to hold the few members of the pack but nothing substancial covered in dead branches and terrain from long before the winter hit. Nudging food over to her side, he moved away and then lowered to lay his head upon his paws simply watching her in wait.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 9:52 am
She was not going to be carried. She refused. Though at the moment she did not have the strength to protest, so as much as she hated the fact, she let him do what he needed to without a fuss. This was a wound to her pride, she had never felt so helpless, not ever. The rocking motion created from resting on his back made her sleepy and in truth she could not remember the journey back, just flashes of snow, so much snow. Yet she regained conciousness when she was been taken through the camp, she saw the eyes looking at her and understood the intent and confusion behind them. If she was not so drowsy she would have told them where to stick it, but alas she just had to endure. As her vision blurred and refocused she knew what they were thinking, they were scared and that fact in itself made her want to smirk. Too right, they should be.
When she was placed on the floor of the cave some strength returned to her, enough to raise her head and stare at the male who had given her a ride, his fur reddened, almost like he was wearing a red coat on top of his own. When he nudged the food to her, she looked at it, revolted. "I do not eat dead food, I would rather drink my own blood from your fur than put this crap into my body." She stated, quite simply and assertively, no room to argue - it was not happening. The thought of eating anything she herself did not kill totally repulsed her, she liked to feel the blood still bumping through her prey, old meat was disgusting, it was so... dead. Forever dead, grey and simply vile. She hit the food away with her nuzzle and looked to the side. She had been carried, she was not going to let him feed her like a new born pup.
Anyone would think he was the corpse, laid there, watching her, silently. In truth the lack of conversation was not unwelcome, but at the same time the fact that he had said nothing was royally pissing her off. Yellow eyes narrowed, she did not like this male, no, not one bit and she was in no mood to pretend to. She knew it would be wise if she held her tongue, by the looks on the faces of the wolves outside they were about read to execute her. Why did he even bring her here anyway? Was he that much of an idiot? They were planning to kill her, it was the only thing that made sense, afterall she would. His eyes might be cold and for the most part unreasonable, but she sure as hell knew he did not look at her and see a friend. "What do you see he-wolf? If you are so intent on staring your mind must be working, unless that itself is as vacant as those icy orbs of yours."
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 6:06 am
For the most part she had stayed still as a log, without protest she had let him carry her to his pack and be placed in a den filled with her enemies scent. It must have been intoxicating, being so close to the ones you wanted to see dead and yet knowing it was impossible for the sheer number surrounding the den, was overwhelming. If Sabre had been in her situation he would have likely done the same and refused the help, fearing his dignity was slowly crumbling before his eyes but what did she have left? She was fading away, the food was the strength she needed. So she was going to allow her life to slip idly by over old, salvaged meat? Petty. What was that worth? What was the point?
He shook his head. The argument was invalid and her attitude stunk of that of a Shabre's. All up in their hinds over power. Nobody was better than them in their eyes, they could rule this land. Pathetic. If it was his choice they would have vanished time ago, wiped out whilst the army of his ancestors still prevailed. Now there was so many of the dark coated wolves and this one before him was another youngster being thrown in to the pit of the war with no remorse. He was holding himself in his thoughts, though he took the chance to speak. "That's your choice however you will soon be joining the animal in the afterlife if you don't eat." He blinked, eyes still calmly taking on the gaze of her illuminous yellows.
Fellow pack members were whispering, he could hear the howls of few of them probably warning those who were not with them and wondering why he had brought the monstrosity to their sacred home. What they didn't understand was that he had something in mind, considering this was anyones game and strategy, played efficiently proved evenly effective. That's what was on his mind though when she asked him of the workings of his mind, his ears gently flicked, tail moving to curl around his side as he raised his head from his paws.
"I see an ungrateful wolf on the brink of death, a shadow wavering within the precious life given us, filled with anger and hatred." Which wasn't a lie. He had provided her shelter, carried her to warmth, offered her food and had shown her kindness beyond what she deserved. All that in the short time they had met. "I see no reason other than you have been brainwashed these feelings, for we have done nothing to harm you or your pack. We simply have defended ourselves from the attacking wolves your leader issued to ambush us."
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 5:12 am
"I am sure your heart would bleed, another one of my kind roaming around the afterlife. I do not need your pity." She scoffed looking away from him. He did not care about her, and it would benefit him more if she was to die. If the roles were reversed she would have dragged him outside, parading his weak form through her camp before committing a public killing. That would make her father happy, that is what he would expect of her. She was no hunter, but even she could manage a foe that was half dead already. At the moment, she thought it might even be a relief, the pain she felt was agonising to the point of numbness and her eyes were heavy, urging her to to sleep. Her ancestors where calling, and the hunt in the world beyond was waiting for her.
She would not eat his scraps, her pride would not allow her. Instead she gritted her teeth and pushed herself to her feet, the discomfort obvious on her face at the strain of supporting her own weight. She would not lie there, she would not let herself fall to the pain, and she sure as hell would not let him see her suffer a moment longer. She was a Shabre, not someone to be pitied and cared for. When she gained her balance she went about straightening her face, hiding her suffering the best she could. She was a proud woman, and her pride was winning out over the aches that ran up and down her body.
"Your eyes see clearly. Though you say the words as if they are meant to offend. I am not ashamed of my hate, or my anger. We all die, it is just a case of how or when - but this is not my time, I will not accept these circumstances and I swear the one who did this to me will be sent to the afterlife death, blind and ripped limb from limb so he will never be able to hunt alongside our God. My hatred is what is keeping my alive white one." Would she have tried to kill her father is he was here infront of her? Yes. She was angry with him, angry with his plan, angry that he had done this to her and that rage was all she could focus on. Even here, behind enemy lines, in the jaws of death the thought of surrender did not cross her mind. What did he expect of her? Was she really to go ahead with the plan after all of this? He was a monster, but deep down she knew he was right. She knew what she had to do, she just did not have to like it!
The she-wolf rolled her eyes at the others ramblings. "Then fight. He means to cleanse the world of the weak, maybe if you proved your worth as warriors he would move on, but as of right now, you have no right to this world. Just existing is no life, we mean to flourish, conquer, breed. We have goals, we have ambitions and will certainly not sit around waiting for an attack. You are not wolves, the old ways are lost to you." The woman growled, putting her nose under his offerings and throwing it across the small cave that he had taken her. Yellow eyes looked to the doorway, looked to his pack and that only fuelled her furry.
"What are you waiting for? They are all here to see the show."
End it.
This is your last chance.
End it now, or suffer the consequences.
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