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 Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 6:49 pm
 ~Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren't.~
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 6:56 pm
ϾѦȴȴѦ ❖ ɃῙѦȠϾӉῙ  Gender: Female (We’re pretty sure anyway)Age: A proper woman never tells. Twenty-Nine, in other words. Shut up you lazy bag of bones. Date Of Birth April 23rd (Really September 13th) Patrol: White ShadowRank: LieutenantAppearance: Calla’s appearance is very grounded, dark brown eyes peering out beneath dark brown hair. Her hair is cut unusually short, leaving her often mistaken for male from behind, with a single strip of orange on the right side of her head. Tattooed around her neck in gold ink, standing out against skin tanned from years of working outside, is an Ouroborus. Confusing Calla’s gender is an easy thing to do. With her hair cropped short and being somewhat small chested. Calla stands at 5’6 1/2”, her frame is solid and grounded, quick moving and sure. Clinging tightly to each leg is a gun holster resting just at arm’s length for the girl, and inside those holsters are two very precious guns. Simile, slightly newer than it’s twin, has a Sun engraved on one side and a moon engraved on the other. Metaphor, Calla’s oldest and more trusted of her companions, has a Rose and a Moon on either side. Personality: Calla can be a very stern, stiff, and occasionally scary woman. As far as she is concerned there is no such thing as free time, there is always something to be done in this day and age. She can’t help but feel it is often up to her to keep everyone in line and she carries herself as such, a kind but demanding motherly figure. But despite her unbending will Calla can be very adaptable, adjusting to just about any situation and reacting quickly. Years of fighting centipedes has taught her that nothing is permanent, everything will go away eventually. But she fails to let this lesson affect her generally sunny disposition, if you get past her constantly spouting off demands. WoodWhisp has attempted to get her to cease this, she has been demoted to Omega more times than he can count, but as soon as she rises back up she’s back at it again.
Calla does not show much personal emotion, and has never shown anything that could at all be even remotely considered to be a possibility of romantic inclinations. Though she does get great humor and entertainment in messing with other people’s personal lives and relationships, often going out of her way to make sure two people meet, and sometimes pushing even farther. It is thought that this meddling and her high empathy towards others is caused by having a Seer somewhere in her blood line. Though she is not a Seer herself she can often tell how people feel and from there hazard a guess at what they are thinking, it is this Empathy and her unbending will and loyalty that makes it so easy for her to connect well with others. She believes trust is the only thing to hold a patrol together and while they’re primary duty is to the defense of the city and the eradication of the centipedes their secondary duty is to each other and to their wolves. Though it is still sometimes hard to tell if she’s being sarcastic or serious. History: Calla doesn’t speak much of her past, because the truth is she doesn’t remember. Most of her history is repressed deep in her mind and WoodWhisp doesn’t have the heart to tell her, afraid it would change his beloved Rider beyond repair.
What calla fails to remember is a small house built along The City’s wall. It was built of rotten wood, drafty and cold in the winter, sweltering in the summer. Inside that house lived four families, each given a small corner of the house, leaving the center open for food that was never there. Four Families. Ingard and Gera and their son Iton. Klant and Bethany. Henry and Vic and their daughter Oshen. And Neevan and Reyleen and their daughter Calla. Calla was born and raised in that shack, she rarely went outside, spending her time eyeing the empty food pot and reading the (stolen) books her father would sometimes bring home. Ingard was often drunk, and focusing his abuse on his wife and son, occasionally Oshen would get involved but Calla generally hid beneath the ragged blanket that was all she had to call her own. But one day it got out of hand, Ingard in a drunken rage had killed his son and turned his anger on Calla. When Calla’s father Neevan stepped in to defend her Ingard pulled a knife on him. Reyleen immediately came to her husband’s side and as she sobbed Ingard struck another killing blow. Vic grabbed Calla by the arm and with Oshen in one hand and Calla in the other fled the house. Henry wasn’t home at the time and Calla never discovered what became of him. Vic fled with the girls through the streets, for awhile Ingard chased after them in anger and afraid to leave any witnesses. But eventually he tired out, probably passed out in the street. Despite this Vic never slowed her pace, even when the girls were exhausted and lagging she kept running. Calla eventually lost track of where they were or where they were heading.
What Calla does remember is waking up on the steps of the Academy with another young girl who acted as if she knew Calla. Calla attempted to convince her they had never met, but before that argument could get very far the door to the Academy was opened. A teacher stood before the two girls, staring at them quizzically. That was the day Calla joined the Academy, and though she doesn’t remember anything before that her days at the Academy are vivid. The hard training, the classes and the homework. But the most vivid memory of all was being led through the woods when she was nineteen. Standing before the caves, staring into the darkness intently. The small white ball of fur stumbling out of the darkness and blinking into the light, as if just woken up from a cozy nap. Those clear blue eyes turning on her, and then the rush of sensations, emotions, and that grogginess that proved he had indeed just woken up.
And then that one word, that changed everything.Calla?WoodWhisp was hers. It was that day she got the Ouroborus around her neck, it was that day she gave WoodWhisp the beautiful brooch that she’d had when she’d awoken on the Academy’s doorstep, and she dyed a strip of her hair to mark herself as WoodWhisp’s. She saw her bonding to the little fuzz ball as a new beginning, so what if she couldn’t remember her past, she still had her future.
Ten years. Ten relatively quiet, happy years Calla spent at New Eve. After her Apprenticeship she found it easy enough to stand her ground against the harsher leaders of the fort, easy enough to defend herself should anyone decide to pick a fight with her. Calla was rather content, keeping herself busy by taking on extra duties on top of trying to keep WoodWhisp in line. Calla was happy that way, never so inclined to change that, the occasional Toy, the occasional apprentice, other than that she happily slipped into the routine pulse of the fort.
Though in retrospect it was WoodWhisp’s fault, it was him who had taken a wrong turn and delivered her right into the man’s lap, literally. But she supposed she could take the blame for their second meeting, sneaking up there without WoodWhisp. She had exhausted her resources at New Eve, she needed a new Toy, a new source of entertainment, and there was something about him that had drawn her in. And then, a month later, something she never thought could happen. All the games, all the toys, and it had never happened before. And here she was, pregnant with the child of Alister Shields, White Shadow Private, or at least he had been at the time. Calla knew she couldn’t care for a child on her own, she was forced to transfer to White Shadow, even though she harbored an inexplicable fear that Alister would cause nothing but pain and suffering for her, for the child. She forced herself to submerge herself into the new pulse of White Shadow, keeping up with names, faces, leaders, doing everything in her power to make a good impression. Meanwhile keeping her condition relatively low key.
And then the unacceptable happened. Alister challenged for Sergeant, and succeeded. At first Calla had vaguely questioned what convinced Twilight to agree to this, but shortly after that anger and irritation festered inside her. She couldn’t let it stand like that, she couldn’t let Alister have a higher rank than her, she couldn’t just let that slide. She found she had two options open to her, one would be to kill him, and as pleasing as that thought sounded she also knew she needed him and it would be out of the question. A week after Alister’s promotion Calla challenged his fellow Sergeant, knowing if she challenged him instinct would take over and she would take it too far. At first, she wasn’t taken seriously, she hadn’t been at White Shadow long and already she was known for being bossy and WoodWhisp being lazy. But her Challenge had been accepted, as was custom, and she proved herself. She took the rank of Sergeant with relative ease, owing it to too how well she worked with WoodWhisp and her skill with double-wielding firearms. And she found herself equal to Alister in Rank again, she could live with that, for now.
Calla gave birth to two children nine months after her transfer, Twins. Lucifer and Dante were kept in the fort and Calla had every intention of raising them herself, though she had also intended to force Alister to be a father. She was content as a Sergeant and life went well.
Until the plague hit. The disease spread rapidly and killed both Alpha's. Alister, took the rank of Captain at that point, and Calla became the Lieutenant, not that that had mattered to her at the time. Calla's soul focus at that point had been to prevent her family, as dysfunctional as they were, from getting the disease. She spent as much of her spare time as she could in the hospice's, helping to develop the vaccine that had in the end enabled them to slow the diseases spread. Calla breathed a sigh of relief, her family had been spared the murderous disease. Post Color: Burnt Sienna (#8A360F) RelationshipsAlister Shields, Annoying b*****d. May he never know what I think of him.Dante Shields-Bianchi, My daughter, certainly a handfulLucifer Shields-Bianchi , My son, certainly a handfulEustace Vinarin, My ex-apprentice. I’m glad she’s made it so far. Anastasia Delarose, Alister’s cousin, one of my closest friends. Abigail Baker, Another of Alister’s cousin’s. A good friend, though it seems I get along with all of his family but him.
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RainbowMagicMarker Vice Captain
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RainbowMagicMarker Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 7:00 pm
 Name: WoodWhisp
Gender: Male
Age: Shhhhhhhh. 10. HEY! What you do is what you get. *growl*
Pack: White Shadow
Rank: Alpha, remind me again how this happened?
Personality: When Calla calls him a lazy bag of bones, she’s not far off the mark. WoodWhisp is perfectly content to lay out in the sun and take a nice long nap. It takes a bit of effort to get him to leave from his favorite snapping location, often taking the promise or existence of food to get him to go anywhere else. But despite his borderline lethargic tendencies WoodWhisp generally puts up with Calla’s constantly moving about, constantly having him do things, constantly getting him demoted. He has at this point decided it isn’t worth the wasted effort for him to try and keep the girl in line, and to remind her of who is actually in charge of this relationship. But of course this is all just hoax and they both know it, WoodWhisp is loyal to death and beyond to Calla, and he knows Calla returns that loyalty. It is his own pale colored fur and the brooch given to him that matches up with Calla’s own dyed hair. The two would never admit to listening to the other, WoodWhisp especially, but in all actuality the relationship is mutual.
Despite his willingness to give in to Calla the one thing he will not stand is a bath. He would hazard fire and blizzard, battle and one hundred centipedes for her, but water is one thing he will not go for. Despite this he often finds himself in the water anyway, Calla simply knew how to push his buttons and goad him into chasing after her, often directly into the water. He insists he’s there because he wants to be but the reality of the situation is that she catches him asleep and his groggy mind doesn’t fully realize what is going on.
History: WoodWhisp, through Calla’s memory, still remembers the day his mother woke him up from his comfortable nap in the back of the cave he’d spent his entire short life in. He remembers groggily stumbling out of the cave into the curious light, squinting against the sudden brightness. He remembers being the last one out of the cave. But most of all he remembers her. He remembers Calla’s dark brown eyes, staring up at them and from there he wasn’t sure what happened. He remembers showing her everything, though at the time he didn’t understand how, and he remembers one word standing out so vividly in her mind.
“Calla?”
The half formed question hovered hesitantly in his mind, before it was gone. And then this feeling of permanence and a sudden surge of loyalty. He didn’t fully understand why but he suddenly felt connected to this girl, something that would never break of even bend, Calla was his and no one else could have her. He humored her when she pinned the brooch to his fur, and felt a sense of pride when she dyed her hair.
But then, barely a few months later, he completely understood. Everything about her was open to him, even things that weren’t open to her. The night he discovered her past WoodWhisp was truly afraid for his Rider, and he simply didn’t have the heart to tell her. He felt that she didn’t remember it herself and he was scared that if she did it would change her, and he didn’t want her to change. Since that day a lingering sense of guilt at hiding the truth from his rider has always settled in his stomach, always faintly nagging at the back of his mind. But still he refuses to tell her, refuses to scare her and scar her like that. Calla was HIS and he would never, ever cause her harm.
But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t cause her grief and irritation. Over his ten years at New Eve WoodWhisp knew all the best hiding places in and around the fort. Unfortunately this often meant Calla knew them to and he was always having to find new ones. Why she insisted on taking on more duties than anyone else in the fort he didn’t know, but he did know that whatever they were she would insist on dragging him along for the ride. Generally he avoided most of the wolves of the fort, feeling no particular connection to anyone of his pack. He would protect them and fight with them in battle but he never bothered to establish a personal connection with them. The only ones he ever really went all out to avoid were Feral and Nightmare, but that didn’t stop him from getting bit. He had been sleeping, curled nicely under a tree, how was he supposed to know there was a battle? They could have found a nicer way to wake him, almost tore his leg off, he still had a care from that day.
After that he made a point of either concealing himself well or sleeping outside the fort during the day. His new favorite place was the lake he and Calla would rest at after a centipede battle. It was here Calla had found him one day, and he had taken her for a ride. It wasn’t his fault he took a wrong turn! All the trees looked the same, blurry. Either way he found himself at the wrong fort. Dumping Calla on the nearest soft thing, which happened to be human he later discovered, he made off to look around. Before he could properly pull himself together though he found himself being scolded by the most beautiful wolf he had ever seen.
Later he returned to her, showed her his hidey-hole, and promised he would always protect her. Often he would sneak away to see her, and pups were soon in coming. WoodWhisp was proud to stand by her, though it always tore him when he was forced to leave. He spent every minute of free time at the caves, and when it came time to bond he was sad to see the pups go, it took all of his self-restraint not to attack the Recruits then and there.
And then the move to White Shadow. WoodWhisp was ecstatic, it meant he would be able to spend his time with Twilight more easily, but he was not all that pleased about the reason. Though he figured it did serve the two right, and with any luck would ‘cause a Heel-Face Turn in at least one of them.
And then Alister became a Sergeant, Twilight became a Beta. WoodWhisp could live with that, not much really bothered him, but Calla couldn’t. It had taken almost a week to convince him to challenge the other Beta/Sergeant pair, but eventually his loyalty to Calla won out. He'd been the type of Beta to earn the Pack's trust, rather than force it from them. It had served him well, and continued to serve him later on when the Alpha's died and he had become Alpha alongside Twilight.
Friends and Family Mate: Twilight, I can, and will, do everything within and beyond my power to try. I promise you this. Pups:LunarFlare: He's gone quite a ways, must have gotten from his Dad.
Color: Sign Orange #DD7500
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 7:02 pm
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RainbowMagicMarker Vice Captain
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RainbowMagicMarker Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 7:03 pm
Calla sighed as she flopped back on her bed only to jump back up moments later to resume her small pacing track around the room, emotions alternating between hope and despair. For the third time that night she stopped at the mirror, pulling her shirt up slightly. She imagined she could see it already, and as she thought about it she realized she had talked Alister into their arrangement about a month ago, which put her at a month along. Calla dropped her shirt and resumed her pacing course again. She could tell WoodWhisp was irritated, orange eyes gleaming as they followed her path from where he lay on the bed. Calla had destroyed a part of the wall so the door was big enough to allow him entry. She would have it repaired before the transfer. Calla shuddered as the thought crossed her mind, she was transferring to White Shadow, she had already applied. And considering the situation she highly doubted she would be turned down.
‘If you intend to keep that child then you need to get some rest.’ WoodWhisp interrupted her thoughts, he knew where they were going and he knew he had to put a stop to them. The longer it took before she came to her final decision the better. WoodWhisp knew things about Calla that Calla didn’t even know. He knew about her past, he knew Ingard had beaten his son Iton to death and then come after Calla. He knew Calla’s father and mother had died defending her, and that Vic had saved Calla’s life and Oshen’s. These things he would never tell his rider, he would keep them hidden and never let them be known. It was the least he could do for her.
“Of course I intend to keep it!” Calla hissed at him, resuming her pacing again with anger now. “I would never get rid of it. That would be an insult to him.” Calla was speaking mostly to herself, but WoodWhisp watched anyway, he had already given up any hope of sleep. Calla’s thoughts were driving him crazy.
Though in reality they were driving her crazy too. She knew it was Alister’s child, there was no doubt in that regards, and that meant she would have to kill him. The instinct of man was to harm children; she knew that, she had always known that in a way. And Adrian’s treatment of recruits had enforced it in her days of the Academy. Yes some of them were old enough at that point to take him on, but others were not. If she allowed Alister to live he would kill this child and possibly her, and she couldn’t allow that to happen. She could honor it as his but he would have to die. Life paid for life.
‘You don’t really intend to kill him?’ WoodWhisp questioned, not for the first time worry entered his usually clear eyes. He couldn’t allow her to do that, but he also knew he wouldn’t be able to talk her out of it. He couldn’t allow her to kill Twilight’s rider, he had promised to protect her and that was a promise he had to fulfill. But he also knew only Alister would be able to talk Calla down from this one once she had made her decision. For now all he could do was postpone the inevitable.
“Of course I intend to kill him WoodWhisp. You think I have another choice? I don’t, I have to do this.” She stopped at the edge of the bed, hands on her hips glowering down at him. Was he really so foolish? Did he really think she had a choice in this matter? She was pregnant, and now she had to defend the child. That had to be her first priority for now, and that meant killing Alister was her first priority. His blood would have to be shed to ensure it’s safety and survival.
‘But you don’t want to kill him. I don’t see why you have to.’ He had to try and reason with her, he had to try and stop this, ‘I mean, it will only cause you more trouble. To kill another Rider is highly frowned upon by the Captains after all.’ He argued, maybe he could make her see reason, or at least convince her to cancel her transfer and stay at New Eve. Even if it meant having to talk her out of even telling Alister he was going to have a child. He could tell Twilight, she could tell him. But how would he react to the news was the real question.
“I have to WoodWhisp. I’ll speak with Lieutenant Riya, she’ll understand.” Or at least Calla hoped she would understand. If not Calla would simply have to suffer the consequences, those would be less than the consequences of allowing Alister to live. Calla resumed her pacing, pausing in the half-kitchen Calla dug through the cabinets, there had to be something here to eat, she had to have some crackers or something left. She needed to restock, but there wasn’t a point since she was transferring, she might as well just wait until morning and eat in the mess hall. But damn it she was hungry now! Slamming the door shut in exasperation she circled the room again. She didn’t know what to do with herself. She needed sleep, she was tired, but when she laid down her mind was a rush and she itched to move. She found herself dragging during the day, but at the same time she was taking on more duties than ever to keep her mind busy and distracted. But even that didn’t keep out the worrisome thoughts.
On one hand Calla was ecstatic. She couldn’t believe she was going to be a mother, she had never thought herself capable of having children at all, it had never happened before and she had exhausted her resources here at New Eve. One the other hand she didn’t know what she was going to do. She would honor it as Alister’s child; she would transfer to White Shadow. But before that she would have to kill him, and she didn’t particularly want to kill him. As much as she hated to admit it he wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. And he did rather live up to his talk, that was why she had returned to him to strike a deal. She was bored and he had been irritated and stressed about something, she hadn’t known what, it was a win-win situation. Sure it had taken some convincing, but she had him in the end. He had put up less and less of a fight each time she returned, but of late she had stopped going at all. Partially because WoodWhisp refused to take her and wouldn’t leave her side long enough for her to get another Rider to do so. Partially because she didn’t know how she was going to react if she did find him. She understood she had to kill him, she had no choice in that matter. But…something about him. Something other than his words, his uses, kept her coming back. Something left her puzzled and curious. She could read his emotions like an open book, even when he struggled not to show them, she could match his insults and sarcasm tit for tat, he wasn’t a particularly difficult Toy. But something kept her coming back, something she couldn’t name. And it was that part of her now that told her she didn’t want to kill him, she didn’t want him dead. She wanted more time to figure him out, to figure out what it was that drew her in. Many times she had likened it to a drug of sorts. She knew it was bad for her, she knew she shouldn’t keep going back, but she did anyway, she was addicted to something she couldn’t even name.
‘You’re in love dear.’ WoodWhisp broke into her thoughts again. Part of her was arguing against killing Alister, and he would do everything he could to help that part along. But his hopes that this would make some effect for his cause, it had the opposite effect. Calla went furiously back to searching through the cabinets for something she had missed before talking half to him and half to herself.
“That’s ridiculous WoodWhisp.” Her anger was apparent, “Look at him. He’s an a** not worthy of my time. He’s a pain to keep and everything has to be a fight with him. No WoodWhisp, just…No.” Slamming the cabinets shut again she resumed her pacing, arms folded across her stomach. Calla sighed again shaking her head, “No WoodWhisp, that’s not what it is at all.”
‘Then why are you getting so defensive?’ WoodWhisp questioned, a smile spreading across his face. He had struck a nerve and he knew it, with any luck he could use this to talk her out of this whole plan. With any luck something she said would give him more insight into what she thought the problem was.
“I’m not defensive!” Calla snapped, hands on hips she paused to glare at him from across the room, though it was hard to see her dark brown eyes through the cloudy moon light he knew that to be exactly what she was doing. WoodWhisp merely rolled his eyes at her and made to get more comfortable. Pretending he would try to get more sleep. If she wanted an argument she would have to come get it herself, and he knew she would. And she knew she would. But she would resist first. She continued her pacing about the room occasionally sighing again and muttering to herself the whole way. The incessant chatter would be enough to drive anyone insane. But he didn’t have to put up with it long before she eventually paused again, returning her attention to him.
“Just what makes you think that?” She growled, ignoring WoodWhisp’s resigned sigh as he opened his eyes and glared right back at her. He didn’t say anything, instead he simply sent her an image. An image of Alister with another woman. His point struck home as Calla’s rage escalated, sent her storming about the room to flop down on the couch grumbling curses and insults beneath her breath. In a few minutes she had retaliated with an image of Twilight with another wolf. She could feel the anger and urge to shred anyone who even thought to move in on his mate. Calla smirked as the image faded away and WoodWhisp’s glowered over at her.
‘The difference is that I can admit I love her.’ WoodWhisp growled, maybe he should just let her kill him and suffer the consequences. He couldn’t say she didn’t deserve it. WoodWhisp sighed, he couldn’t do that. He had promised to protect Twilight, and that meant he couldn’t let her kill Alister as much as he wanted to. And at the same time he couldn’t just feed Calla to the wolves like that, metaphorically and literally speaking. She was his rider, he had chosen her because he trusted her. And over the years the two of them had grown terribly close. No, he had to protect Calla as well, even if she did deserve it. And Calla knew he would never do that, he could threaten and grumble all he wanted but she knew he would never turn on her like that.
“This is not love WoodWhisp. You know how possessive I am of my Toys.” She hissed across the room, settling back into the couch and glaring at him over her feet. The two sat in silence for a few minutes, starring each other down. Both knew it to be an exercise in futility though, both of them being too stubborn to look away first. After a few minutes WoodWhisp broke the silence as Calla stood up and returned to pacing, unable to stay still for so long.
‘I’ve never seen you so possessive over any of the others. I’ve also never seen you so determined about any of the others.’ WoodWhisp pointed out, only to be ignored as she paused before the mirror again.
“I’m going to get fat because of him.” She muttered to herself, as if speaking aloud would drown out WoodWhisp’s words, as if she could pretend she couldn’t hear him. “Look at me. I already am!” She growled, turning profile. Fed up with the mirror she dropped her shirt and returned to the cabinets, desperate to find something other to do. She needed to sleep but she couldn’t, she had nothing to eat, and WoodWhisp refused to go out for a ride. No, she got to stay here trying not to scream so as not to wake the rest of the fort and listen to the wolf’s lecture.
‘I also don’t see you at all upset that it’s his kid.’ WoodWhisp pointed out with a smirk, though he realized after that it hadn’t been in his best interest. As soon as the words were said Calla had flown back to her pacing route muttering curses and insults again. On the plus side she had begun to ignore WoodWhisp’s existence again which gave him a moments peace. Only a moments though as soon she was back at the foot of the bed glaring at him, and the look on her face left WoodWhisp briefly wondering just who was the Wolf in this relationship.
“I’m not heartless like him!” She insisted, bristling. She was getting defensive again and she knew it, but she couldn’t let a remark like that go quietly, “I can at least respect that it is his kid!” Calla pointed out. She would never let her kid go on not knowing who it’s parents were. That was probably what bothered her more than anything else. She didn’t know her parents, she didn’t even know her birthday April 23rd was just the day that she had joined the Academy. No, her kid would know who it’s father was, she would make sure of that.
‘I see, you can respect that it’s his kid but not his right to know he’s going to have a kid.’ WoodWhisp snorted, sarcasm was very thick in his tone and that only angered her further. Sending her back on her pacing course to think. WoodWhisp didn’t really bother to take note of her whirling thoughts, constantly changing, agreeing and disagreeing with her instincts, giving her opposing mental images. No, he would leave that confusion to her. Calla paced about, resisting the urge to stop before the mirror again. Damn it WoodWhisp had a point! But he didn’t deserve to know, if he knew he would only cause more misery.
And if he knew it would be harder for her to kill him. There was no way she would be able to maintain her WolfRider duties and care for a child alone. No she would have to find someone to help her. She had made no lasting friends at New Eve, at least none who would be willing to help her raise a child. Alister was no better; people were on the verge of outright hating him. If she killed Alister she would be in this venture alone. But if she left him alive she would be alone and miserable. He would only hinder left alive, no matter what happened she would have to raise this kid alone. He would only make the task harder if she left him alive Calla shuddered at the fact that she had even considered letting him live.
‘If you don’t want him dead then why kill him? Even you admit you’ll need help.’ WoodWhisp was making progress that he could tell. But for good or bad he wasn’t sure, wasn’t sure he even wanted to know. He was going to go with good because Calla had reverted to ignoring him instead of yelling at him, which meant she had to think of a comeback. Unfortunately it did not take her long to do so.
“I have you and Twilight!” Calla pointed out glaring at him again, but even she knew it was a rather weak argument. She knew WoodWhisp would jump at the opportunity to tear it down but she had to try anyway. She couldn’t just let him go one lecturing her like that. She wouldn’t allow him to be right, not in this sense anyway.
‘If you kill Alister Twilight will hate you, if not kill you at that’. WoodWhisp immediately began to tear into her argument with gusto, it had to have been her worst comeback yet tonight, ‘Hurt her and I will have nothing to do with you. Even if by some chance she doesn’t hate you, you can’t expect two wolves to care for a human child.’ WoodWhisp watched as she continued her pacing again. She was thinking, he could feel her mind a whirl, but silence settled between them. He wouldn’t press first, he would wait until she defended herself to tear her down again. But the silence stretched on so long that he closed his eyes again, attempting to sleep once more. But he knew it wouldn’t last, Calla’s thoughts echoed in his mind. She would be alone, even if Alister died Twilight would hate her. And while she wasn’t sure about WoodWhisp disowning her she knew Twilight would try to kill her for it. She would truly be alone in raising this child. The only thing she could do was kill Alister.
“You can’t talk me out of this WoodWhisp.” She growled, coming back to the bed and laying down in irritation, “Tomorrow he dies.” She closed her eyes, arm resting on WoodWhisp’s back, but she didn’t sleep. Barely ten minutes later she got back up and returned to her pacing.
Should she kill him? Was WoodWhisp right? No, she had to kill him. As much as she wanted to be selfish and let him live she couldn’t be allowed to do that. She couldn’t be allowed to think of herself in this, she had to put that child first. This wasn’t about what she wanted, this was about what was best for the child and that had to come first. That meant killing Alister and transferring to White Shadow. Even if it wasn’t Alister’s child, even if it was the child of someone here in New Eve she would transfer. She didn’t particularly trust FeralBlood and Nightmare near children of any species, nor Annabel and Damien for that matter. No, her transfer was for the child’s safety, not just her way of honoring Alister as the father.
‘But if you are so worried about the child you must think of how it will feel. Knowing it’s mother has killed it’s father.’ WoodWhisp broke into her thoughts again, seeking to aide that little bit of her that was trying to talk her out of killing Alister, ‘The likelihood is that it will resent you for that. For never getting to meet it’s father.’ WoodWhisp emphasized the last sentence, and just as he had known it would, it struck a nerve. Calla swore as she stormed back and forth across the room. WoodWhisp watched patiently as she tried to get her thoughts back together from this latest blow.
It bothered Calla, even though she didn’t let it show, that she didn’t know who her parents were. It bothered her that she didn’t know where she was from, didn’t even know who she was. WoodWhisp was right, she knew that, she was going to cause the very thing that always bothered her, that kept her up late at night. But still she couldn’t let him win, not on that note.
“I will not hide it’s father’s identity from my child.” Calla snapped indignantly, though she knew that wasn’t what she meant and she knew that it was a weak argument in response to his words. She was grasping at straws at this point and she knew it. But she had to kill him. It wasn’t a matter of choice for her. Mans nature was to cause misery and she wouldn’t, couldn’t, allow Alister to do that.
‘Oh Calla. You speak of defending the child yet you inflict on it the same pain you feel. It will never get to meet it’s father, but it will also know whose fault that is and it will resent that.’ As WoodWhisp spoke the first distant rolls of thunder echoed across the sky, intertwining itself into the growls and mutterings of Calla as she returned to pacing, occasionally sparing a glare at WoodWhisp as she attempted to come back with a response. WoodWhisp had won, they both knew that. But Calla would never admit it, she would never just give way and let him have his victory, especially when it meant going against every one of her basic instincts. For awhile the two ignored each other, WoodWhisp pretending to get some sleep and Calla pacing about the apartment, stopping at the mirror occasionally, rummaging through the cabinets, trying to find something to do with herself. Eventually she turned to WoodWhisp again as lightning flashed, unable to just let that remark slide.
“I will have to live with that then. Until it is old enough to understand why Alister had to die.” Calla said, moving towards the bed again she paused at the window. Between flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder she noticed the sky was starting to lighten. Behind the dark clouds the sun was starting to rise. Whatever WoodWhisp’s response was Calla failed to notice it. Instead she went about changing into her uniform and strapping Simile and Metaphor to her legs. One last time she paused before the mirror, loosening her shirt slightly she sighed.
“One day, hopefully, you’ll understand.” She whispered before turning to WoodWhisp who had already slid off the bed and was making for his den, “Come WoodWhisp, we’re going to White Shadow. I cannot postpone this any longer.” And with that she was out the door, inhaling air that threatened rain and waiting patiently for WoodWhisp. The wolf resigned to her will, he knew he had no choice at this point. Hopefully he had done enough to weaken her resolve; hopefully Alister would be able to stop her. He had done what he could, he only hope Twilight would be able to forgive him.
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