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 Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 7:58 pm
Eiros...wasn't sure what to do with himself, anymore.
Growing into adolescence, he'd wanted to be a wolf like his sire, kind and protective as he provided by being a skilled hunter. He still remembered the strangely spotted red pup that he'd given a squirrel carcass to, taking pity upon the stranger's lean frame. But all that had changed one night, when suspicion had been allowed to become accusations, and brother had spilled the blood of brother. He still bore the faint scars over one eye, having been lucky to avoid being blinded when his sister Vashti intervened and raked a paw across his face. But the scars within...that was worse. He bore the blame for his brother fleeing in a rage, taking his friend Bindi with him. The blame for shattering his family. Things...just hadn't been the same since.
So he skulked through the brushy woods inland of the den in a desultory fashion, attempting to hunt...or at least appearing to. His mother 'loved' him sure, but she couldn't afford to feed a layabout.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 9:07 pm
Where was she going?
She wasn't sure.
Away from -there-...
She was running away.
Her head ducked down as she licked the dirt, savoring the tastes that it brought, a nice mixture to add to the leaves she'd just swallowed.
She'd always been running. She was a pathetic fool who thought she could raise a family. The memories were fresh, though it'd been several years. How many, she didn't know. She'd lost count, counting her breaths instead.
And damnit! The memories never left. They were worse than a wound, never scabbing, never scarring. Always open to infection. And hell, was she infected...
With a low heart, she strode on, body sleek and low to the ground, the only noise being her pawsteps and and a gentle clink as her earrings touched each other now and then.
Another crack jerked her to a half once more. Her lip wrinkled, tail quivering, as if she wasn't sure whether to tuck it and run, or raise it and fight.
But when she saw the rosy-gray wolf sulking through, her heart gave a flip. Of anxiety. Of panic. Of loneliness. She would give her right paw to run beside someone...
So she did the only thing she could think of. She gave a soft, sharp yip.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 9:29 pm
The shadowy gamma's head jerked around at the yip, and he whirled to face the bright splash of color that was, assumably, a fellow wolf. She was the most brightly colored wolf the young adult had ever seen, neon pinks and rich purples, swirled with orange and adding in a dash of white and green for flavor. Her behavior was the most erratic he'd seen as well...more submissive even than...than his sister, Vashti. The thought brought him pain, and he grimaced as he turned his mind to responding to the stranger. All he could think of was a short, "Who is it?" The tone was harsher than he intended, but there was no helping that now. She'd figure it out, or she'd deal with it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 9:41 pm
Bipolar held herself tense as the male spun to face her. Although her body posture was submissive, her eyes searched him, searching for approval in his pale green orbs.
His voice ripped across her ears, tearing into flesh or so it felt, but only enough to draw blood to the surface. His tone was cold, hateful, harsh, unwanting.
She could feel herself turning. She could see herself running away. But she never got that far.
Without even a warning, her back bristled and she lunged at him, jaws wide and aimed at his chest.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 9:57 pm
Caught off guard by the shewolf's submissive pose, Eiros was hard-pressed to lunge out of the way of snapping jaws. Even so, he felt fangs snag into flesh and tear through the skin, bringing a red stain to a shadowy grey coat. Blue eyes blazed as he backed away from her, ears flattening. "What the hell was that?! I was just asking your name, that's no reason to do that!" He didn't even know why he was bothering talking to a stranger that had just attacked him. She was crazy, obviously crazy. Maybe infected with the madness, even. He should be running back, warning them. But something, a glimmer he'd caught in the stranger's eyes as they'd locked with his own, made him give her a chance. There was something in there...
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:14 pm
She felt the skin give against her teeth and she dropped to the ground with the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Not just any blood...
Wolf blood.
A sliver of pain rippled through her, a piece of her heart burning.
She gazed up at him, icy eyes wide and her maw was open but nothing came out. She'd flipped once again...
"Damnit," she whined out, low to herself though she knew he'd hear her. Slowly, she eased to the ground, as if faint, and and watched his blood drip into the earth. The earth sucked it in like water. "S-Sorry... I'm so sorry... I'm not crazy... I'm... I've just got problems... I'm sorry..."
Then she paused, as if what she said hadn't rung true. "No, I'm not really sorry. I'm Bipolar. No! I'm sorry AND I'm Bipolar. No..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 11:33 pm
Eiros watched her for a long moment before shrugging one shoulder. "It's nothing," he grunted, though the gash across his chest burned with pain. As long as this brightly colored she-wolf didn't add to it, he'd live. "s**t happens...Bipolar. My name's Eiros." Bipolar...a name for violent mood swings, erratic behavior. Whoever this wolf's parents had been, they'd named her aptly...or perhaps she'd named herself? No matter. "What're you doing here...other than ripping me up?" His tone was dry, with little humor in it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 7:51 am
s**t happens? She attacks him for no reason and that was all he said? She watched him for a moment, head still cocked, trying to figure out the shadowy creature.
"Where is here?" she queried after minutes had passed. She stood and gazed around the forest, then sat again, but her ears were no longer focused on Eiros, but on what could be lurking out there. Nothing was there, of course. She was paranoid.
"Eiros." Although the name was definitely foreign on her tongue, she quirked a lopsided grin. A cheshire grin. "I like it."
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 1:59 pm
When you grew up with a brother that you were always suspicious of--due to a demon within him, unknowingly to Eiros--and were more or less single-handedly responsible for the shattering of your family's happiness...Eiros wasn't about to explode. Not at this female. s**t happened, and that was that. He forced a tiny smile on his maw for her sake at the compliment to his name, inwardly checking that there were no chinks in the wall thrown up about his soul. If he was always cool, always calm, he couldn't repeat history. "Here is Broken Shore lands. Mo--Faile's pack."
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 7:38 pm
Slowly, she stood and crept over to him, keeping her tail low though her nose rose up to touch the wound she'd inflicted.
She didn't dare lick it.
Perhaps she'd infect him as well...
The thought made her shiver. All around the wound was unmarred fur and she buried her muzzle into the fluff, smelling him straight down to the skin.
"Is here your home?" she asked, pulling back just enough to gaze up at him. "Or are you running as well?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 8:31 pm
Eiros tensed with surprise as Bipolar came at him again, but instead of slashing jaws he felt a wet nose, pressing through his fur, against his skin. For a moment, confusion was written plainly on his face as he looked down at her. What was she up to? Once she withdrew (even if slightly) he breathed a little easier, face taking on a more unreadable expression. "...Yes, I live here."
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 8:42 pm
Bipo felt the surprise echoing off of him in waves and the confusion in his gaze was enough to make her grin. It wasn't a sadistic smile, nor was it friendly. It was...odd, her lips twisted up like a cat's might and the tips of fangs showed, glinting in the dim forest's light. Yet, it was a grin, nonetheless.
She arched back to her haunches, cocking her head slightly. "You...aren't this way always....are you?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 2:22 am
Eiros' gaze became wary, guarded as he threw the walls back up around himself. He wasn't sure what to think of Bipolar. First she attacked, then cowered, then pressed into both his physical space and his past. "I wasn't. But it doesn't matter." Bits of his puppyhood started to surface in his mind, but he shoved them roughly back into the murk they had risen from. Who was this Bipolar and what did she want with him?
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 9:59 pm
She stayed where she sat, watching him closely. "It matters." He was thinking. He was fighting. Fighting what? "Demons?" she spoke aloud, ears pricked. Her tail gave one wag. Demons from the past. His eyes were cloudy with an emotion of some kind, but Bipolar didn't know what it was. She didn't even know her own emotions.
She stayed silent for many minutes, matching his breathing with her own. He didn't used to be this way. He wasn't actually this careless brute. He was a wolf. Her stomach knotted. A real, living wolf.
After a moment, she stood, slowly, as if pained. She dipped her slender muzzle under his, nibbling at his chin. "Will...you run with me?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 2:12 am
"If you say so..." Would admitting to it sate her bedamned curiosity? Maybe. He shrugged. "You could call them that." They might as well be demons. That time was gone, now...puppyhood was gone. He was a long way away from the whelp who'd gifted a squirrel to a hungry stranger.
Bipolar's movement startled him, and the action she took stunned him even more. Her question, however, was what truly shook him. His eyes closing, he struggled with conflicting emotions--suspicion warring with longing, the urge to question warring with the one to simply...let go. Let go, a part of him that he hadn't truly known he'd been suppressing begged. Just do it...release yourself... He scrunched his eyes shut tighter, starting to shake his head...and then stopped.
Paused...the part of him that struggled to keep the walls up making a futile effort to defend them...
And with the faintest of sighs, Eiros let go...and nodded.
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