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Kaelyndra

Liberal Streaker

PostPosted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 11:40 pm


Kealdra Arrikanez
They had been travelling now all night, not stopping to rest. He had carried the pup most of the way, but after it seemed to gain most of its strength back Kiros had plopped him back down to walk for himself.

It was now early morning, still dark, but the sun was just starting to poke its glowing embers over the edge of the world. Kiros let out a sigh, wishing he could sleep now instead of later.


"Hurry now," he called back to the pup following and continued onwards.


Albino Ghost Child
Beere stared at the male for a moment but followed along behind the other male. He wouldn’t wish to get in the way if something happened, and he had gotten sleep, unlike the other who seemed to have carried him until the sun wolf started his way tracking up the sky. He would have said something by now, but he knew it wouldn’t be a smart thing. So instead he kept his jaw firmly clamped into place, watched the other as he walked onward.

I wonder where it is we are going.. I hope we do not find mother where ever we may be going. I want to kill her, not make amends. the small pup thought as he padded over rough gravel. Thankfully it was still cool from the night. He knew what it felt like to have to touch hot rock on already sore pads.


(( XD ))


Werewolf
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It was a mix matched day. The kind of day where she felt she had one foot in the grave, and the other on top of a mountain. For the start of her life, she had spent most of it on such a high. It had only been recently, after the burns, that death had dragged her a bit further into the grave, and for a while, the mountain seemed a bit further away. She knew better, yes. The sign that she was feeling better only meant her masochistic tendencies had finally adapted to the new low of pain, and slowly, she would grow downward until the great Ryukkii would be no more.

With that said- she really didn’t care. The foot was back on the mountain, bitches. Her mind was clearer now that it was not so wrought with the old pain, although she knew within the month it would slide forward. But she had lived her life in such a manner, and to her, it did not yet seem like her twilight. Certain things needed to play before she died. Life owed her that.

Fate was a hard thing to take an allowance from, and perhaps, it was her greatest faulting. But on that particular day, the revulting looking female was able to untense her severely crippled legs, and set herself off on a light jog. The scent of others was in the air, and although it irritated her, the familiarity of them brought her enough intrigue to take a better look.

A male was trotting-- the one she had seen before. The one who didnt swim so well, and in his mouth, a little squiggling ball. Questioningly she snorted and smirked, hoping down form a rock (with some amount of self satisfaction over the lack of pain,) and sidled forwards.

"Pup thievery now?" She drawled, approaching slowly from the left.


Kealdra Arrikanez
Kiros didn't see the female until she was near next to him. He eyed her warily, not much in the mood to deal with a cranky old lady right now.

"If only," he stated. He really would rather have napped the pup, at least then he could get rid of it.

He glanced back at it once more.


Albino Ghost Child
The small pup looked up towards what seemed to look like a rather nasty wolf. It looked like something that gripped onto his worst nightmares. Something so hideously ugly that none could care for it or love it. He wouldn’t treat her that way, he was told by his mother about that one thing. That things that are normally thought of as ugly and nasty are treated as such, and that you have to change your thinking in order to be friendly. For it might become an ally in the long run.

An ally sounded like one of the better details in his life. He needed more of them, in order for a stream to get stronger it needed individual water droplets. These wolves, were his little droplets towards strength. Watching the female with his oddly berry colored eyes he colored his head. What was wrong with her?

“Does it hurt?”


(( The three of them and these two in and rp together. Now that would be freaking awesome. ))


Werewolf
A kink appeared in the mottled wolf’s face. Oh, how she would have loved to know he thought of her as old. Although she supposed she felt it. “Only if? Then do. Interesting predicament to wish to be pupnapping. I didn’t think that was something you had to ask permission to do.” She sidled against him, and moved around, keeping her bad side to the woods, mostly out of comfort to herself rather then the ease of the other.

She came to a pause above the bright eyed pup, peering down from below. “Ah– look at his eyes. So what then is he doing with you, little one?” Her oddly soft voice crooned, and the end of her notched tail flicked.

My sister! Hello! A voice flickered against her head. Snorting, Ryukkii ignored it. Damn adoring child. She didn’t have a brain in her head, really. That stupid voice. Pretending to be stupid. Stupider. Oh how Second and Third would weep to know she’d killed them and ended up with this Fourth! And their father! Well, actually– it was better not to go into what their father had thought of his four lovely girls.

This did bring a bit of concern in the jaded wolf’s mind however; she hadn’t meant to actually wander so close to the sea.

Distracted by the echo, she kept quite for a moment, as if she had not heard the pup’s question. She paused, as if reviewing, and finally answered- “Hurt? Well, of course it hurts. Everything in life that matters hurts.”


Kealdra Arrikanez
Kiros shook his head, unkowing of quite what to say. She seemed to drawl on about nothing at all. Mumbling about pup napping. As if he'd do such a thing! Certainly Xan wouldn't, it was quite apparent from their childhood that he wasn't a large puppy fan. So why on earth did he insist taking the younger with them?

Don't think to hard on that one. Your head will start to hurt.

Xan was right, Kiros' head was hurting. Why on earth did they travel at night again?

Less wolves. Either sleeping or hunting. That's right. How on earth could he forget that one. Letting out a sigh he decided that it was best to keep moving. If the old wanted to follow, she could. He didn't much care.


Albino Ghost Child
“I have knowledge of that already. I was worried about you, for it seems to look like it hurts a lot more than something like my burning heart.” Heis eyes glittered with something, not pity though. She seemed to dwell on her hurt and her pain, and her sorrow. Not release it and allow another in. She might pretend in order to use them, but.. Nothing more. She was like the heron.

“..I wished to come with him. I want revenge for being forgotten by a mother with a mind as empty as the wind.” He came to stare not at her, but up at the sky above. It was so very beautiful, but he didn’t find any happiness. His rose colored glass views were all but shattered/

‘Have you ever had rose colored views before?” He wasn’t paying attention to the passing Kiros, he was more intrigued by this female. She seemed to have lived a rather odd life. For her face held a look that he couldn’t crack open. What was she thinking?


Werewolf
Odd, that he was silent. She spent a bit too much time pondering exactly the extent of the oddness- and came out that it wasn’t really all that odd, just irritating that he apparently couldnt mouth an answer out of that throat of his. He moved, as if she wanted to follow. Pah!

The child didn’t seem too interested in leaving, and she averted her attention to him. How odd! She was starting to tolerate kids more then adults. Hopefully that didn’t speak towards maternal instinct, or some miserably sweet taste like that. “Revenge on your mother?” She chuckled. “Boy, my mother gave the whole little the boot. Forget your mother. So many better things to take revenge on then mothers.”

“Rose colored glass?” She swayed her tail. “Oh, I am a devout optimist.” She remarked. It was true, to an extent. “Just that things will work out in the end for me.”:


Kealdra Arrikanez
Xan had about enough of this. If the pup was comming he was comming now, or he would die. He couldn't care. He could switch hands if he wanted, roll around in the dirt. He said he would follow as his shadow, and quite frankly, he better. The good news was Kiros was still far to tired to make any complaints against his taking over. It was all well and good for him.

"Hurry up, pup, or that deer won't be the only meal I eat today," he snapped and eyed the female.

"And where on earth did you go? I catch something nice and you dissapear." He growled at the both of them and resumed walking. Kiros could rest for a while.


Albino Ghost Child
“Least she did.” Whispered the pup as she got back onto his feet, and slowly moved away from the femme and slowly trotted towards Kiros, Stopping halfway. “Least you know she didn’t pick and choose. Mother did with me.” he spoke softly but turned around sharply, staring his way towards Kiros again. He wouldn’t piss him off anymore. It wouldn’t be smart. Not with a threat like that. He knew it was a promise.

“You are smart to do so. I was not and thought everything was good in the world. Wrong I was. Are you following or not?” He was almost next to Kiros when he called out the last of his words. He wanted to talk more with the femme, she seemed to hold much information and not take a side unless it was to her satisfaction.



Werewolf
Ryukkii chuckled. “Of course she picked and chose. She picked herself. I don’t really care- would I have done the same? Besides, they say I’m her.” She remarked flatly. It was true- almost every female in her family appeared almost identical. Those with misconceptions might have believed herself and Amélie to be twins. On her mothers side- every female down the line. All dying, all cruel. Amélie seemed to be the only difference in the cruelty- although Ryukkii had every assumption that she too carried the same genetic fault that was slowly killing them both. But finally, both females could bear no children, and the line would end.

Ryukkii felt importance in that.

“Hah.” She remarked. She didnt want to follow, but her urge to speak took precedence. “Nothing is ever good. But nothing is ever truly bad either. Too young to think you have a grasp on the world. It’ll gnaw you down to nothing, but there will be good days. Selfish days, so forth. Can't have both. If you want something to be sad about, curl up and die. Harsh, yes, but it's true. No reason to spend your life pining for a mother who doesnt care, and slowly plotting revenge. Give others a reason to want revenge from you. Break away. You're better off alone if you believe it.”



Kealdra Arrikanez
(( ::pulls out a dog whistle and blows it:: TAKE THAT YOU FIEND!!!

Were! Introduce Phib now ja ja!! >.< ::rolls:: ))


Xan was in no mood to listen to them yip yap. Not to mention the one with burns would probably be far slower than him. He pinned back his ears and made his way upwards, scrambling over rocks and twigs as the terrain roughened from the treck to the sea.

What the female said was very very true. The pup would be wise to listen to her words. Xan, on the other hand, was to far gone to listen to any advice that the female might present.

Kiros might listen, but Kiros couldn't gain anything from it. Then something caught his attention.

"Shut it. Both of you."


Albino Ghost Child
The male thought about all the female had said and made a small nod. He wouldn’t get back on his mother then. Maybe. He still would get strong though, still learn from Kiros. Become something his mother wouldn’t think ever to happen. Him to become strong, maybe feared, maybe thought of in respect. What ever happened, he wanted to remembered. He needed that, for he wasn’t remembered when she left.

He would have spoke something, but he heard the male order both to shut up and did so. Clenching his jaw so he could save himself from hurt later. No, he wouldn’t be stupid. He wouldn’t be treated like he was stupid either. As he stood quietly, he stared back towards the female, berry bright eyes glittering at her. He would listen to her words. Just to see if it was right.

Maybe it was time for history to make a new ending. Not another repeat….


Werewolf
“Oh such harsh words.” Her voice drawled, and she swayed her tail.

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Elsewhere, a certain dark wolf was having a rather pleasant afternoon. It was warm, but not quite to the point of white heat as it had been in days past. Everyone in the pack was settled. Audi was getting older, and to some extent he could stray without worrying about her flying herself to her death. Amélie was herself, but she had been in good spirits ever since the instance with Arguin had blown over. He was even on good terms with Gareth, if only that Gareth didn’t actually know about it. He knew better to fall into too much a state of serenity but... it was sometimes easy to want peace as much as he wanted disorder.

And so, lazily he walked, his tail swaying about as he pondered over Rio’s recent weather report. Some trouble to the east, but hopefully it would blow over. It would not have occured to Phib that something might have been up, had it not been for the small grey form that suddenly danced in front of his vision.

“Amélie-“ He spoke amiably, and swayed the end of her tail.

“Hello!” She grinned, and rubbed herself against him. “Not so hot, yes? I am walking a bit today. Phib is walking a bit today.”

He nodded, and glanced off to the side. “I’ll be heading back soon.” A faint smell was lingering on his snout.

Nervously, Amélie giggled and wagged her tail. “Ah- Phib. Let’s go back then?” She stepped alongside him, and swayed to the side. She already had a prediction this wasn’t going to go well. It would only be a matter of time before he found out she hadn’t exactly told him about her sister hanging around the woods.

Gruffly he made a slight noise in his throat, and moved forwards. Others in the distance? A peculiar sign. “I’m going to check something first. Who’s over there?”

“Aha-“ Amélie nodded, grinning sheepishly. “Who knows?”

“You knows.” He muttered, and stiffly strolled forward. Nervously Amélie peeped, and skittered off beside him.

Two years it had been– but he recognized her from a start. Uglier, but, that was his fault for listening to Amélie, wasn’t it? He still dreamt about it. Her screaming in his ear and Ryukkii flailing about against the fire. ******** hell. And it certainly was not quite a pleasure to see her lingering around someone as unstable as Kiros.

“Ryukkii-!” He snapped, and Amélie shrunk.

Ryukkii yawned affably, and glanced towards him. “Oh, lovely.”:


Kealdra Arrikanez
Great. Just great. Just ******** great! He really did not want to run into the deviant black again. Not now, not with this pup. Worse off, was that it seemed like they planned to come back here. He had never been good with directions and he knew at once this was Kiros' plan all along.

Caught on finally, did you? Didn't you catch the scent?

Xan thought about it for a moment when it finally clicked. Eisig and the pup. It fit so perfectly, why hadn't he thought of it before.

"Well look who it is!" Xan said with a sligh grin. His eyes shifted back towards the female. They knew each other and apparently that wasn't a good thing.

"Beere-Augen come here. Its not safe with the female right now."


Albino Ghost Child
He didn’t ask, he didn’t want to. Didn’t want to draw attention to himself, for the result could be the worst thing possible. Slowly inching towards the back of the male, he hid behind him in his shadow. Keeping rather quite so he wouldn’t be caught by the others. This looked bad, and that rather large black male seemed to not like the female with many answers.

Looking towards the other two, he stared, was that a twin of the one with much information? He cocked his small head and looked out from behind Kiros, only to take a quick glance. She was small, and her eyes were frightening. Why were they so cloudy and so small? Was she a runt?

“..What is happening?” he whispered softly towards the male, hoping that it was low enough for none of the others to catch, or at least hoped they were to busy with themselves to notice him.


Werewolf
Phib grimaced, keeping himself prickled enough that he did not feel the urge to growl- although he couldnt help the slight thrumming that stirred in his chest. It was hard to tell who he needed to be more pissed off at– Kiros/Xan, most likely the latter, or Ryukkii. He’d have to worry more if they were working together- although by the way he shoved the pup aside Phib quickly deduced that they were not. That was one good news in this ******** situation.

The sight of Phib should have brought more concern to Ryukkii’s eyes then it did. But she doubted with her dear little sister around, that Phib would make any efforts on her life. After all- he’d saved her before. The thought of it brought a low chuckle to her throat. Not that it was a good memory. The healing process had been so painful she had almost begun to think Phib had kept her alive as an act of cruelty. Or, Amélie. Whatever. They were practically the same person together anyways.

She did hope however, that this Kiros did not think they were on the same side. Although... he certainly did have the right sort of mind to fiddle with. Not strong enough though, not yet anyways. Whatever was conflicting inside of him held him back.

The sight of Ryukkii however, did bring concern to Phib. It brought a cold feeling to his chest as he eyed her. He still remembered the first time he had spoken to her. He remembered instances that didn’t make sense about her with the veracity one might a loved one. But he held no love for her. He had always felt sick around her. There was something about her he felt threatening to him, like one might think of a sickness. Threat. He didn’t like it. She seemed complacent enough, so for the moment, he ignored her presence. It had been Xan that seemed the most shocked at his arrival, and he took his instincts to mean he was first pick on his s**t list.

It’s alright. Amélie spoke against Phib’s head. She’s different now.

How is she any different now?’ Phib remarked, somewhat cruelly.

She’s dying now.

Phib had to disagree. For as long as he’d known Ryukkii she’d been dying. For her credit, she did look like s**t. He couldnt imagine what sort of wicked thoughts kept her living. But perhaps the worst thing about her was that he could not hate her motive.

“I could question this whole scenario- but I’m going to take a gander that is Eisig’s boy, isnt it?” Phib spoke. It was hard to miss a family with eyes like that.


While this went on, Ryukkii shot Amélie an appeasing grin. “So angry, all the time. It’ll make him sick.”

Amélie grimaced and shook her head. “You shouldn’t be meddling!” She whispered.

“Love, I do hope we’re not still trying to save my soul.” Ryukkii yawned.

Amélie dismissed it. Hello little one. She spoke directly to the child, and slowly swayed her tail. My sister, but I had two others.



Kealdra Arrikanez
Xan was not in the mood for this at all. If it had been in his younger days when he was stronger and hadn't found love for his other half, he would have ripped the throat from the neares wolf simply to relieve some stress on his body. For now, however, he had to fret about the situation and about the damn pup. Why the hell did he bring it anyway?

Becuase I told you to. No you didn't! Wait. . . why did we bring it? I don't know! The more important question to ask is why haven't I ripped his throat out yet? Ahem. Damn You.

He huffed and focused what little attention he could back on the pup.

"That is Phib, the alpha of the pack your mother went to find. Don't toy with him, that's your first rule. Second, if you hear any voices in your head, repeat them to me. You can respond however you want, just make sure you tell me." He didn't like Seers and quite frankly despite the females good seeming intentions he did not trust her, or anyone else for that matter. He knew she was a seer, she had spoken in their voices before. She was staying out of his head for now, good.


She's not all that bad you know. Phib says she's got a softer heart than me.


Albino Ghost Child
He dismissed the others, as he was closest to Kiros and he was supposed to be the one who he was to follow. Nodding in agreement the small male spoke softly, repeating the words that he found rather oddly, in his head. “The voice in my head say the following, Hello little one, and, My sister, but I had two others” he didn’t want to be killed, and he most certainly didn’t want to piss off the wolf closest to him. He felt that malice inside of him. It was almost like a stench.

Looking up and towards the large black Alpha his eyes widened. He mother’s name had been mentioned, but how could he have known he was from her? Was it his markings, or the odd colored eyes he was cured with?

Thinking nothing for a moment he decided to think, for it seemed the voice could hear his thoughts already, which did creep him out thoroughly, but he did let her in, for he didn’t know how to push her out anyhow. ..Hi. You sister, not your twin, but still a sister. She is full of knowledge. I must say though, she unnerves me as much as you.”


Werewolf
“Will you repeat the voices in your head?” Phib snapped, rather disliking the round about fashion Xan spoke to the boy in. Was everyone such a damn nut show nowadays? But still, Xan himself was not much of a threat. With Ryukkii seemingly lax, there seemed to be little mark on himself at the moment... but, not so much could be said on the boy. Where in the hell had Kiros gotten him from?

“Seems like everyone is hearing voices nowadays.” Ryukkii half purred, ignoring a slight jab in her stomach as her muscles spasmed.

“Shut up.” Phib muttered. One thing at a damn time.

“Oh ******** me.” Ryukkii snapped, and shook her head.

Amélie peeped. Don’t be so harsh tongued in front of the child!

“Please, don’t even tell me that of all the things I’ve done, you’re going to stickler it for the language. Pah.”

My sister is very ill. She is bitter, and can’t let go of things she never had. Amélie echoed affectionately. But she is very smart. She’s smarter then me, and very wise– only, she makes things bad when they don’t need to be. She’s selfish, in her own way, because that’s all she knows how to be. But she could do so much good.

Even with all she had done to her, Amélie still hoped to have the love of her family. Perhaps it was sickly in a way. But she needed it. She loved her sister, despite it all. She felt sorry for her. It made her sad to think what might have changed if she loved instead of hated. She would be such a good, noble person.

You needn’t repeat that to them. She said softly, although she didn’t mind if it was. It wasn’t anything Ryukkii didn’t already know she thought. She spoke audibly now, if anything to save the child the trouble.

“I am Amélie. I’m sorry my eyes scare you.” She frowned, and lowered them. “They are not too good for seeing, yes? But they don’t mean any harm.”


Kealdra Arrikanez
He was about ready to snap in two. What he wouldn't give to have that Alpha's blood on him right now, but he needed to keep the pup safe, at least for now. Phib looked about ready to snap as well, the last comment he made proved that.

"I don't think you deserve to hear what Kiros has to say," he said glaring at the black. Always jumping to conclusions, always snaking around things. It was enough to make him puke. Someone needed to take the black wolf's status away for a while, just to give him a taste of misery. "Thank you Beere-Augen. Just keep tight. Things might get complicated very quickly." He turned his attention to Phib again. "Where is Eisig anyway? Or did her demon kill her from within?"

He watched the seer warily, keeping himself between her and the pup, but mostly between Phib and the Amelie look-a-like. The last thing he needed was a fight among those two which the black might take out on him later, and the second worst thing would be to have his tool snatched away.


Xan? WHAT!? Can I come back? Its not safe for you. You'll die, make things worse. Can you let the seer in? I want to talk to her, just me and her. You don't have to listen, she can shut you out. Fine.

"You. Seer-girl. Kiros wants to talk to you."
PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 11:12 am


Beere made a small noise to tell Kiros that he had heard him. Though as soon as he head him speak of his mother’s demon he growled. That thing inside of her was worse than that burned female, she had been cursed forever with a burden that either had to be finished, or she would never be able to break free from. To live life, over and over again. What would it be like? Why was she going through this type of torture, not even he knew, for his mother did not speak much of it. Come to think of it, she seemed to hate talking about her other pack period. What had happened, wasn’t good. What ever that may be.

“My mother cannot be killed from the demon. It hasn’t got the power. I met up with her a few times. Such an odd wolf that is my mothers other. Flammen…” He stared towards the blind femme, she had a point about the eyes, and he himself had the strangest of eye colors. “I am in wrong, your eyes are more normal than my own.” he called not feeling like mentioning the last bit that was spoken in his head. It didn’t seem important. And as he stared he came to notice that familiar wolf that he came to know as his own mother.


“You can not take him to her, he will be like my brother, and the brother before my brother. There is always supposed to be two birth from the first litter, one or two males, but never two females. Never. Our curse it thus. I will not care if he kills her, then I can rest my spirit some.” Flammen stared at the berry colored male through berry colored eyes as well. A trait given through the generations, even if both parents had different colored eyes. It was the mark of the first litter. An evil mark.

“Your to be the next in line, Beere-Augen. Go get strong, but never come here again.” The icy blue wolf stared at him with such a gaze, a gaze that told she meant what she said. She didn’t want to see him again. Not until he became strong.


“Mother isn’t like you. I want to see mother!” called the pup, still cowering behind the larger Kiros. Flammen was worse than them all. At least if he was killed by the others it would be slightly less painful. Flammen seemed to know the best means of torture. His mother told him about that when there were talking about that old wolf Alpha, Neon Wings. Who he was, not even he knew. He wished though.


Albino Ghost Child


Werewolf
Crew

PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 11:22 am


Oh, if only he had been the seer. But before he let that thought continue, he shook his head and shoved it aside. The last thing he wanted. And Xan, this idiot. It really was too much, too much for today. It would have been chaotic alone dealing with Ryukkii, and now this. “Did you tell her son about that?” Phib spoke, his voice thick. “That she was troubled? Her ‘demon’-“ He still was cautious about those values. “- did not kill her. As far as I know, she’s around here. Groaning about her son.” Although, he hadn’t actually been able to translate exactly what she was groaning about towards the son. But he couldnt think she would abandon the child.

Amélie’s voice chimed in again. “Nothing is going to become complicated.”

Ryukkii chuckled. “My dear, I think they’ve gone and muddled themselves up.” She commented in a side.

Amélie gave her the end of her paw to shush her. This got a rather seething reaction from the other female– but, Ryukkii was no fool either. She wasn’t going to be putting herself on the line for a bit of pride. Their arguments were personal, and she wasn’t going to give Phib any reason to shove himself into them again.

Phib snorted, and flinched the end of his snout. He’d had enough of Xan, and enough of Ryukkii. But to his credit, he kept himself relatively calm despite the boom in his voice. He knew better then to overact, particularly around her.

Then the boy spoke up- it seemed that he was aware of this Flammen alter ego within the mother. Odd, all of this– and almost as though chaos had a beat, another voice entered. It sounded at first almost like Eisig- but when it was not corrupted by dialect, he decided it was this other creature.

“Oh, enough of this.” Phib spoke sharply. “Legends. I’ve never seen a more superstitious group in my life.” It was not so much aimed at the other two. This was the third time in a month he’d found himself a passerby in some sort of destined bound. “Child, there’s nothing more wrong with you then you let others put into your head.”
PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 11:32 am


Looks like she doesn't want to talk to you. Looks like things are sorting themselves out. This is a family conflict, it would do us best to leave now. Put the pup with her mother. We can't do that. The pup. The black can have him. Technically he will be in the pack anyway. Just leave him. We can't just leave him! Sure we can. That Flammen will probably eat him for a meal. You are sick! Its true enough.

Xan was beginning to twist on the inside. All these wolves were popping up everywhere. They were surrounding him, cramping his space and he was about to get nasty, very very nasty. "EVERYONE JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!" he snapped, growling and nearly foaming at the mouth. His hair was raised, teeth bared and eyes flicking about the area with little to no trust for any of them.

"You Flammen b***h, quit your hypocrital nonsense jabber and do something productive. You, black boy, the pups mine he's not safe here leave him be. And you," he said turning to the burnt female. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why the hell can't you settle your disputes? Are you really that stubborn!?"

Kaelyndra

Liberal Streaker


Albino Ghost Child

PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 11:48 am


“You haven’t seen the corruption of our pack. You haven’t seen anything of that nature. Don’t you tell the boy wrong when I know. If you had my eyes and my memories, you would know this is a reoccurring thing with our line. Like her markings are the same as that ones.” her head moved slightly towards the small seer female. “..do not question things until you know a full story. Or else you will meddle and screw things up more than they are already. Ich vould really like meine son to be vith ich! Ich am nitch going to leave him! Let- “Shut it, no more time for you, stay and keep our brain straight.” she did nto care to say that in her mind, it took far too much energy, and she needed it. Needed all of it.

“This boy will become a trouble for the whole pack. I promise you that, my King.” She stared at the up still, watching to see how well he was taking it. She wanted him to know he was the one that wouldn’t be accepted. Just like Eisig, just like Rockiv, just like Joltic. “I think it would be best for him to stay with the male. He can teach him.” She would have opened her mouth for more, but it seemed that the male, Kiros would take the pup already. That kept her quite. That made he happy. Maybe this was the thing needed, this was what the pup needed in order to not become the same as the others. The history was starting to shift, and maybe, just maybe, he would be allowed passage to a right way of life. She hoped that be the case. “You mother loves you though.” she whispered towards the pup as she turned her heel and walked back towards he shading for the trees, towards her small area near the beach, where she would keep to herself until things settled. Such as the screaming female in her head. Stop talking, you will see him again, for that I am sure. I want to sleep. I want out, and that I will get. He must be thrown out for awhile though. Or I will have to kill him. Choose. that had shut the female up rather quickly. For even Eisig knew Flammen wasn’t something to piss off.

Beere stared t the retreating female that was his mother, but he didn’t say a word. Maybe it was for the best, Flammen’s logic was rather obscure, but she knew what she was doing. He did want to tell that burnt sister about the other though. “Your sister. Still loves you, and things you could still be good. She finds you smart, but selfish in your own way. She said that is because that is all you know how to be.” He wanted to leave her with that, because it seemed that she wouldn’t let it past her head. Maybe it would sink in, maybe not. What ever case may be, he wanted to say it. At least feel slightly good, but then he quieted down, no more talking unless spoken to by the male, Kiros. No more pissing him off, not if he was to live with him.
PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 12:20 pm


Phib snorted, and furrowed his brow. “Girl, don’t try to think I have not seen the darker side of the barrel.” Corruption. He hated these beliefs that a particular past was more destructive then the other. Had they been to war before? “And as for trouble. I’ve got enough trouble harbored in this pack that I might as well welcome him. If trouble is what my concern is, I am without it.” ******** hell, between Arguin, Audi, Daemon, Solaris– Although, the latter he did not exactly know the extent of. “But it seems that legends and stories have a cult following. Individuals who enjoy to see them out to play. People put these things into motion- not Fate.”

She’ll kill him. Amélie spoke against his head. Phib had figured that. Bah, fate! Didn’t they see how pointless it was?

“If he wishes to stay with Kiros, then I really don’t care.” He spoke steadily. “But don’t deprive him of a mother because of some story and coincidence.” Phib’s logic in a point- tell someone they were a part of a prophecy, and if they did it, they assumed it was because of the prophecy. But they did not care to think how many propehcized creatures did not know their fates. [There were none] A fear to avoid them sent them catapulting towards their fate. Things didn’t happen without someone telling such things. It was a oedipus complex.

I am here. Amélie spoke against Kiros’s head. So many thoughts! It was hard to focus on all of them at once. So many emotions, hard to grasp- I am here.

Ryukkii grunted with an almost delighted smile. “Oh dear, my disputes. Do yourself a favor my love, don’t involve me in this. Do we have a dispute Phib? What's a dispute among family.” She drawled, and swayed the end of her tail. Phib twisted the end of his ear, but for the moment kept her blocked out. He’d deal with her later.

The sound of the boy caught Ryukkii’s attention, and she turned. A rather pleasant laugh pulled from her throat, and her ears flattened. “Does she now? Of course she does- because she’s an idiot. She’d save the devil himself if she could. She loves and loves and doesn’t save anything to herself, because she’s terrified she might be like me on the inside. She’s a hypocrite.” She thrummed. “She may love me all she wants. I’ve never once thought she hated me, although I think less of her that she does not. Is it natural for someone to still love you after you blind them? Or kill their sisters? Or kill their mates children? Or their fathers-? No, she’s an idiot. That’s all there really is to that story.” Despite that, Ryukkii had found she was more fond of Amélie then she had been in the past. She didn’t even think to much of plotting against them nowadays.

To this, Amélie simply adjusted her head to the side. “I never claimed not to be.”

“She pretends to be stupid so she does not become ‘corrupted’ by it. She’s afraid of anything that puts her above others, and yet she’s a seer.”

Phib snapped his teeth together, although he was still a bit further from them. “Hush Ryukkii.”

Ryukkii purred and stretched. “Nevertheless, don’t mistake who’s side I’m on at the moment dear loves.” As much as it amused her to think she was on Phib and Amélie’s side.

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Kaelyndra

Liberal Streaker

PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 12:31 pm


Xan's head was spinning out of control. Life was so much simpler when he knew exactly what was going on in the pack. There were so many intricate weavings here he didn't think he could handle it. Shaking his head he sat down. "As long as everyone promises not to kill me while I'm gone, Kiros is comming back." He was going to hide until he got his same old deviant self back.

Kiros wasn't sure he liked being thrust into this situation. No wonder Xan hid most of the time even when he had full control over whatever he wanted to do. Life was a complicated mess and it was giving him a headache.

Not to mention he didn't think saying anything would help the situation right now. If he were to say anything it would just complicate this mess more and more. He might even be the target of both the black and the female, though she seemed to not be easily angered. He was very much thankful for that.


Good. Phib seems touchy. You've raised pups right?
PostPosted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 12:43 pm


“Mother wishes to be with me.. But not Flammen. I will stay with this one here. He will teach me to be strong, not weak. He had staved me from starvation after all.” the small pup called to the black, still cowering from behind Kiros leg, trying hard to become smaller than he already was.

“I just..” the small wolf kept himself shut. Why try to explain something that had happened on a whim? It wasn’t like it was his duty to tell the other why he even said what he said anyway. Looking towards the ever fading female, his mother, but not, he sighed.

(sorry for the shitty post. I can't think of mush to do)

Albino Ghost Child


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Crew

PostPosted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 12:49 pm


Amelie paid little attention to her sister’s spiel, and instead focused on Kiros. No...I have never had kids. We have pups in the pack though, I sometimes watch- Just the thought sunk her somewhat. How she wanted children. Hundreds of them, if she could but... not one.

“Now why would anyone be doing any killing?” Ryukkii remarked with a smile, which caught a curt snort from Phib. It returned a glare from her, but perhaps only Amélie felt unthreatened by the quipping gestures.

“You may do what you want then, boy.” Phib said simply. “But don’t let other people tell you what will happen in your life.”
PostPosted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 4:37 pm


Kiros was twitchy about all this. All these wolves, he didn't do so well in large groups of people. Packs were okay, people you knew, but there were so many that he didn't know, or at least not well, and he couldn't cope with it.

How do you raise one? he blatently spit out, knowing very well he'd have the task of raising this young what by his feet for most of the time.

What an odd thing to ask. I didn't think we were going to actually try and be a father figure. . .

Kaelyndra

Liberal Streaker


Albino Ghost Child

PostPosted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 9:14 pm


Beere stared into the misty green eyes of alpha male and made a small nod of his head. He wouldn’t do that, but he also wouldn’t stay with his mother, she wasn’t safe with Flammen in such a horrible mood. Flammen seemed to always dictate what would happen in his mothers life, controlling she was, because his mother couldn’t control her own thoughts. It was truly sad, but maybe his mother would be alright like this. Maybe he would see her once again, maybe not. What ever case may be he would try again later. The burned sister was right about that. He shouldn’t’ hate another like a mother. It was wasted energy. Maybe he should really hunt he one that caused this great mess. The green alpha of his mother’s pack, the one that was never given a named by his mother.

“I shall not, but this is what I choose. Flammen isn’t going to allow it either. I don’t want.. More messes because I want to be with Mother.” he called to him, Looking towards them, and then looking towards the burnt female. She seemed alright, just very… he couldn’t quite find the word. Cynical wouldn’t work too well, nor would melancholy. He wished to get to know her more, but knew better. She would more than likely wish him to leave or even die after getting to know her.
PostPosted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 8:23 am


Phib shifted his ear with a slight twitch in his left eye. There was a part of him which wanted to just take the damn pup and shove him with the mother. It was pointless. He didn’t believe in this superstitious nonsense. He was only just recently accepting the fact that there was some idiot butterfly spirit roaming the woods– but this was a bit much. But it quickly came down to a matter of what he was willing to put up with. Eisig was not stable to see the least, and if she truly thought (or- this Flammen), that the pup would go to bad, she’d probably make an attempt on it. Did they see the will of suggestion in all of this?

But– his plate was full, and the last thing he needed was problems with Eisig. He already had problems with half the wood. Beere didn’t seem like he would do too miserably, and he had some faith in Kiros to at least not drop the kid on his head. Past that- who knew. But, in response to the boy he simply nodded his head. “If that’s what you want.” And kept the skeptism mostly to himself.

It was odd to think Ryukkii had known Phib longer then Amélie had. Of course, they’d been on better [or at least, on Phib’s behalf: unknowing] terms before then. She was amused by the whole scenario, although she only understood half of it. But she noted that his jaw was twitching now and then. Not happy, was he? Well, he was always bitching about something.


Amelie shook her head slowly, and lowered her eyes. “I don’t know- I’m not a mother. I can’t even see children let alone take care of them. You love them.” Phib had always been the one with the sons. “You feed them, you take care of them, you scold them...

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Kaelyndra

Liberal Streaker

PostPosted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 12:26 pm


Kiros wasn't sure what she meant by 'love'. It was a portion of his life that had been brutally snatched away by happenings. Sure he had felt 'love' from his parents, but he wasn't sure if he would more call it tolerance for what they had. His mother might have loved him, father maybe, too, but so much had happened so early he could never quite remember anything that would amount to such a feeling.

He didn't know what much else to say, just knew that he couldn't stay around. Beere would have to make a choice, and hopefully Kiros could raise the kid well if he chose to follow.


"You staying or comming?"
PostPosted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 12:53 pm


Beere stared up to Phib and made a small nod was well, “You seem to have enough problems, Alpha. None shall be from me, this I promise.” He wouldn’t meddle and he would lie either. Lies were a curse that would slowly stiffen the body if you let it go. Never lie and never trust as well, never trust completely anyways, not even those that birth you. He would have said more but one ear flickered towards the speaker, Kiros. He was ready to leave. If he was to leave, so was he.

Looking towards the awful looking female, the sister of the blind one he cocked his head and made a small wish. A wish that some day they would mend those old wounds and accept one another at least. It seemed to slowly begin to happen, but almost too slow. Then he turned nodded towards the larger odd wolf and answered with a nod and quickly moved towards him, wagging his tail only slightly, still making sure he would stay in the shadow of the other. Good bye Mother, and good luck.

Albino Ghost Child


Werewolf
Crew

PostPosted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 7:37 am


Ryukkii quirked a grin, watching the small child turn and move towards the other wolf. There was sympathy in his eyes, and it made her flick the top of her mouth with her tongue. Sympathy- idiots. Not for thinking she deserved some, but for thinking less of themselves to spare some for her. Did they see redemption somewhere in her? She didn’t even think anything she had done needed to be redeemed. For her, she was a force. She was personable- if it served her purposes. She was sly when she needed to be, strong- never, but she had others to do that for her. Did they mistake her for some villain who late in the night wretched his heart and moaned about sorrow? That was perhaps the most interesting scenario of them all. She was not in sorrow. Nor was she concerned, nor did she care.
The only fault people like Amélie would ever have would be to harbor thoughts of her such as that, and hesitate when they should have struck. You could bet the powers that be, that it would be that moment she will have won. Amélie- she tolerated her for now, and with latent seer abilities, it seemed likely she should have to indefinitely. Phib well- she tolerated him too, but only because she bothered him in a way most people did not. A few rare others– the strange black and white creature named Sosay, and the brown female Meskeet; Everyone else- well, they could go to the hell they thought she’d wind up in.


Phib snorted, and shook his head, still flabbergasted and a bit annoyed by the matter. It was true though- he had a lot of problems to deal with. That didn’t exactly mean he felt good about sending off a kid to live with someone suffering from psychosis either. “Fine.” He rumbled, and nodded his But from this point- he’d have no more of this debate.

Abruptly, he turned his face towards Ryukkii and scowled. Quizzically, she smiled, and swayed the end of her tail.

“I do believe I am in trouble,” She cooed, and glanced off to the retreating company. Up until this point, she had observed them much in the way she looked at ants. The child was interesting enough- but, it was hard to tell if he would amount to anything as an adult. This Kiros fellow- multiple personalities? How quaint.

“Mm.” She hummed. “Take care loves.” Ryukkii spoke. Her voice was empty, and she made no attempts to disguise it.
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