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 Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 9:37 am
She moved with the effortless grace she once had, her paws moving silently across the floor with the wind in her face so that no one ahead of her knew she was coming.
Sleek, fleeting and deadly was Sirena, the wolfess who had departed the packlands of River and Diego to live once again as a lone wolf. She was bitter as she had always been but now, after all this time she had picked up a scent and one that resembled her own, just a little bit.
The snarl on her face was clear that she was up to no good but that was never surprising for a wolfess such as herself. She hated and despied nearly everyone around her, family included, and she had no love left in her frozen heart.
Any kindness she had, was killed off when her mate was slaughtered by humans and now the rest of her life was being used to destroy the rest of her spawn. She knew somewhere out there that Gizmo still lived and perhaps his sister Orphen. She had tracekd her daughter for sometime only to lose her when she had become injured, however her injury had brought news of her runt son and it was he who she was tracking now.
There had been no news of Sable so for now Sirena was happy to assume that her eldest son was dead.
The trouble was that this familiar scent belonged to none of her children and worry had set in that her children had bred themselves. She had never imagined that any of her spawn would have reached high enough rank to be allowed to breed and surely if they had bred as lone wolves they would have lost their pups to predators.
Apparently however, this was not the case.
Why would she want to harm her children might you ask?
Well in Sirena's mind they had been traitors, they had fled from her in her time of need, left her alone when her mate had died. Orphan had left with the treacherous beta wolves, Gizmo had fled before that and Sable too. The last daughtered Sirena had killed herself. She was a fiersome creature and she despised others disrepsecting her, especially her foul children who should have worshipped her for giving them life.
She was insane, to be quite honest.
And you knew just by looking at her dominant, sly posture that Sirena would never rest until she had fulfilled her duty. She would rid the forest of the traitors she had created or die trying.
However though she held herself proudly and strong if one looked close they could see her greying muzzle and the tell-tale signs that this wolf was getting on in years. She was not the youth she had been and that was clear. It would be hard for her to tackle one even as small as Gizmo - for though he lacked stature he was a strong sort and one who would fight to protect his family.
The scent hit her in the face stronger and for a moment she lowered her muzzle and sniffed along the ground. She was close now, oh so close and she could smell victory.
She could smell death!
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:29 am
The pup was gaining years, and his childhood was fading. Though still young his limbs had elongated, and were lined with a muscle that ensured his steady growth. However he remember only snippets of his past, and even more so of those recent events.
Snitch he had spent so much time alone. So much so, that he was almost comfortable in solitude. Gone was the carefree and happy character he once was, and now the male was bitter and, pessimistic.
He held himself in a way that would conceal his loss, his mind blocking out the only memories that were truly happy. But sometimes his mind would wander, allowing him to remember the loving gaze of the his father, his mothers scent and the playful barks of his siblings.
But in dreams each piece of the puzzle was revealed. Gizmo and Remiel had been out hunting, the storm had darkened the skys. He remembered the flashes of lightning. Snitch had fought his way out of the den against the howling wind to find his father and brother, though the storm had led him to unknown lands. He remembered the sound of the rain on the ground, his voice calling their names.
Then nothing. Snitch would wake bathed in sweat, his fur slick and bi-coloured eyes glancing around the forest he often slept in. He had no-one. Not his mother, father, brothers, or the unforunately blinded sister he promised he would always protect, now a broken promise. He often woke whispering her name...
"Kaya..."
But then he would forget, as if each thing he remembered rubbed salt into the wound. Then he would spend his days swimming, running or hiding from the storms which he had come to fear.
He'd lost everything, but he was picking himself back up.
His eyes, one topaz, one blue, suddenly becamed fixed on an old but graceful figure. Snitch hadn't encountered many wolves since the storm, and was more focused on staying alone and occupying himself. If he was always alone he had nothing, or no-one to be taken away from him.
His posture was guarded, but still he walked by her, watching her every move as if he half expected her to jump and throw her weight onto his now skeletal figure. Then as her scent truely hit him, he noted a hint of familiarity. Who was she? His curiousity welled within him, but he kept walking, his gazed remaining upon the female.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:43 am
And finally the wolf she had been tracking came into view and as the distance between them increased Sirena recognised the browns that marred his pelt as the same colour that marred her own. Those freakishly unique eyes captured her interest. This pup - who would soon grow into adolescence - had an eye that had once belonged to her mate.
Dear, sweet Kafara.
However the other eye of frosted blue was not of any wolf she knew. This creature was the same and he was different. He was of her blood and yet he was not.
Sirena growled, the fur along her shoulders rising against her will as an automatic response. Her lips curled back to reveal yellowing fangs and for a moment she stood poised, stepping elegantly sideways to block the young one's path it was here that she spoke.
Little wolf of the woods. Speak now or face death. What is your name and why is your scent familiar to my own? She doubted he would know but Sirena was smart. She would try the scare tactic to get the information and if that did not work...then she'd use the more gentle method.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:55 am
His eyes narrowed as his gaze fell upon his figure in more depth. She was in his way, yet he had almost welcomed her. There was something within her scent, perhaps the familiarity that intruiged him. As if he wanted his questions to be answered. Inspecting her pelt, he found her pelt flecked with grey, and it was obvious this wolf no longer as youthful she had once been.
A part of him wanted to jump at her question and reveal his past, his father and mother in the hope that she would help him find them, but then reality set in, as did his pessimistic views and he calmed instantly. "My name is Snitch, and I have been curious to the answer of that question myself, though it seems to be unknown." He spoke simply and showed no sign of being intimidated. He was somewhat courageous but the truth was, standing in front of Sirena he was empty and numb. He inhaled deeply, it was almost as though he could smell his father about her, but he dismissed those thoughts instantly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:07 am
She stiffened at his reply but let the fur smooth along her back so that she did not seem so intimidating. What if she had gotten it wrong? What if her nose did not work as well as it had done? She had begun to doubt her own abilities the past couple of weeks, however that golden eye which pierced her was so like that of her mate...
Snitch...an interesting name to be sure. She let her tone cool a little, staring at the strange pup before her. He would not cower like she had expected and that put her off a little, however it did intrigue her. He was either brave or a fool.
Since he was male she was guessing fool.
Well young Snitch, my nose detects a familiarity between us, though as of yet I do not know why. She always spoke with that high and mighty tone. It has piqued my interest and that is why I have been following you. You see I have been travelling a long way in search of family I lost long ago. If you could not tell young wolf, I am old and I am lonely, yet my life has been spent searching for a family that I cannot seem to find.
She paused here, unsure of what to say and what not to say. If this wolf could help her discover the rest of her kin, he could be mightily useful indeed. I am Sirena and mother of three, it is those children I search for now. Two sons and a daughter going by the names of Sable, Orphen and Gizmo. You would not happen to be a relative of any of those fine wolves would you?
Oh she was good at lying, yes indeed.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:22 am
She seemed suddenly comforting, her sweet voice beckoning for him to tell her, tell her everything, suddenly the thought hit him. Could someone who changed so quickly be trusted? If his loss was to tell him another thing, it was that trust could not keep a family together, trust was useless if there was no-one to hold it. It was hard to gain this pups trust, as recent events had left him skeptical and pessimistic.
What if she was just going to hurt him, or use him? The thoughts crossed his mind and he knew anyone was capable of anything, but as she kept speaking his legs almost buckled. Technically this wolf was his grandmother, and she explained her situation in which Snitch had suddenly so much sympathy. He could relate. Although he'd only spent a few months at the most, subliminally looking for his family he was aware of the loss and heartache, and though he tried to erase it, it was always there in the back of his mind.
He suddenly felt compelled to tell her, but there as something in her voice he didn't trust. However he suddenly closed his eyes. His fathers voice and face were both clear in his mind and his eyes snapped open. "Gizmo..." He paused. "Was my father."
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 1:20 am
So, it appeared that her little runt pup had survived after all, despite the odds set against him. With a snort she flattened her ears and moved to sit down, her legs shaking suddenly.
Gizmo...Gizmo was your father? The disbelief in her words were genuine but perhaps not for a good reason. She had never thought that the weak little traitor would ever be able to spawn. In fact she had believed that the child she hunted was of Sable or Orphen. However it seemed things had taken a drastic turn and that there would be more cubs perhaps than once thought.
So finally after all this time I have found a member of my family? Though not a son but instead a grandson! Never would I have thought that I would live to see the day that I had become a grandmother.
She smiled and wagged her tail slowly - the action foreign to her. She did not ever greet anyone in a friendly way and the act was strange to deal with. I am sorry for my defensive nature dear child, but if you travel alone long enough you'll learn not to trust anyone, especially if you are old and frail like myself. It is truly a blessing that you found your way to me.
Her fangs glistened in her jaw as her smile widened slightly. There was so much more she wanted to ask but decided to first draw the pup in whilst he was still a pup - his body was growing fast and she was sure he would not be a baby for long.
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