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 Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 9:07 pm
The nightmare plagued him again, always the same, he ran through the darkness with his usual speed. Water came down icy cold and trailing through his fur, stinging his ears and nose. The den was near though...so near he dove in and sudden warmth filled him. He smiled as he saw Venera licking her newborn pups, and Necrala lay there as well three healthy pups at her side. Then she lifted her head her eyes turning dark and cold, she snarled at him and the den went dark and cold all the pups dying, but his eyes were fixed on only one...Moranna.
He gasped as he woke and sat up panting slightly, he glanced around and crept out of the den not wanting to disturb anyone. His chest ached with the knowledge that Moranna was still missing...in his heart he knew he would never see his daughter again. His sniffed around and frowned worried, Millanna wasn't in the den and her trail led away. He followed it carefully and then his frown became deeper for he could smell Necrala...and blood.
His paws flew out under him as he raced towards the scent worried, the pack all acted as if Necrala was one of their own. Yet she slept out of the territory, she hunted away from them, she didn't speak to them, still she was one of them like it or not. He skidded to a halt stunned to see a ravaged Necrala heading slowly towards her meadow.
"Necrala!" He rushed to her side frantic. What in the world?!
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 9:22 pm
"Pitiful." A growl escaped her throat as she limped her way back towards home in darkness. The thought of a lightning strike rippling across blue-black fur and bright, pupil-less eyes was enough to set her on edge even now. Had she been more appreciative of the situation, she would have been lucky to have gotten away with her life. But what did she appreciate of life? She found herself closer to death every minute, waiting till her stubborn nature quit and she just....stopped.
But it would not be tonight, though only the thought of silent rest for her aching bones plagued her. The mood was only worsened. "You always show up, don't you?" She growled, for the most part ignoring Musketeer's presence. What a shock, him finding her once more in either ill health or spirits. Coming about it seemed only when she was low and to be pitied and looked down upon. It took an effort, and nostrils flared in painful protest but she kept from limping too prominently. Last thing she needed was a nurse-maid pestering her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 9:39 pm
He leapt infront of her to halt her progress while his eyes scanned over her at first concern, worried for her...and then turning cold and angry. He growled low in his throat his ears falling back.
"Who has done this to you?!" He growled out furiously.
His nose twitched as he inhaled and his lips lifted in a small snarl, The Reign...their wicked neighbors. He could tell it had been one of them, his legs trembled with the desire to go and find the one...but no...no. Crunch and Alas would need to be informed, they would handle it...and Necrala...his Necrala. He frowned at her injuries worried for her, such wounds could fester.
He moved in closer then hoping, he tried to tenderly licked her muzzle lowering his body in the hopes she would let him close enough to examine her injuries. It chilled him to the core to see her so badly beaten, Necrala was always so strong and fierce in his mind. He smiled softly at that and softly touched his nose to her fur. "I'll bet your opponent looks just as bad...or worse..." He tried to joke softly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 9:54 pm
She stopped abruptly as Musketeer jumped in front of her, ragged ears laying flat against her skull as she took a step back. Figures. As his expression flashed through emotions she bared teeth, tensing up instinctively. There was a part of her to doubt it would be directed towards her, ever directed towards her, but it was not the part she listened to. The sensible part that looked out for number one.
"This," she growled in response, staring up at him with exposed teeth. "Is none of your concern. What's done is done." It would be a useless gesture to worry and whine over injuries, especially in the presence of another. Breaking that shell she had made for herself, to accept that pain...pathetic. A faster way to death than baiting on bears. She still scolded herself for how she'd cried out of the pain when facing the strange female, faltered from the shock of it. She was soft, pliable, weak. If she hadn't been more blood would have been shed on the opposing side, and the scars would prove not as a shameful reminder.
"You find this so funny?" The tone was ice-cold, though she made no move against him as he licked her other than a wrinkling of her snout in disgust. Necrala, stiff-legged watched as he moved towards her. Her pained hiss turned into a sharp snap at him when he pressed against a sensitive piece, though her hold grabbed only onto his scruff, holding it for a second. A warning. She wasn't here to be insulted or prodded for her pains.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 9:00 am
None of his concern? He saw red for a moment feeling that sense of helplessness grasp him, why wouldn't she open to him? Didn't she understand how much he loved her, and he had thought...that perhaps she had started to understand...and love him if only a very little in return. He tried to clear away the painful barb of her words and frowned as she snapped at him, but he was used to it...sadly. No his frown and the wince that followed were at the sight of her injuries and the way that even she could not conceal the pain.
"Your pain could never amuse me the way mine amuses you..." He sighed and shook his head. He knew what she needed...Alas would know what herbs to mix, how to patch a few wounds and hopefully keep infection from spreading into them. Yet he knew...the moment the suggestion left his mouth Necrala would protest, but he wouldn't let her stubborness get her killed.
"Come, we'll go see Alas and she can check your injuries." He would have asked her if she remembered Alas, but he himself had no desire to recollect that night.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 4:10 pm
Somehow the silence after she spoke didn't seen as sweet anymore, as victorious. But hollow. Ears still pulled back in frustration she licked her lips, giving him a sideways glance before shuffling a step or two away. But no paw came forwards to set her on her way, to propel her out of this situation. Away from the words that he said Necrala found no reply to.
What was she waiting for? She seemed so fragile about him, always finding herself ill or injured. It was a sudden sense of realization, a submission that she knew the process too well to resist. But she could damn well try, despite the wilting pain all over that furrowed her brow deeper and her muscles tenser.
Alas. Necrala had met the pink healer on too many a painful situation to keep pleasant or seek out for casual purpose. Memories brought a raise to her lips, flashing teeth to the idea. Or rather more her location. "I'm not going through there." It was not a direct acceptance of the idea, not a cede in power, but enough to keep her pride intact for the moment.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 4:59 pm
Of course, exactly the type of protect he had expected, it made him feel strangely weary. How was it all their pups were so sweet, loving, and obedient and it was their mother who often gave him the most hardships? It seemed like one of lifes cruel little jokes, still he knew he would need to get her to come.
"You would rather go die in that hole you call a home? Necrala...the pack loves you, they see you as one of their own. Alas will help you if we go to her, and we will go to her...you act as if you are afraid of this families love. I know you better, your not afraid of anything...so stop being so difficult." He sighed and moved to coral her towards the center of the pack where the main den was located.
He moved fluidly ready to intercept her from escaping and giving her gentle nudges to keep her moving. Really he should have insisted she stay in the den with him, he shouldn't have let her continue to isolate herself. Yet she seemed so angry with his attempts to integrate her into their family that he was often loathe to push her. It was rather pathetic the way he would have thrown himself in the path of danger and foolishness if she would just...smile.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 5:35 pm
"Love?" Through gritted teeth she growled the word. "They are fools if they think such things, and I doubt they'd enjoy you speaking on their behalf." She had never met any of these wolves sans Alas, nor stepped foot on their lands other than to skirt the borders. Love, she now at least admitted that the word existed, could not have been had for one you have never known, never met. Even now she felt hesitant so close and unprotected. "Whatever garbage you've fed them is their only impression of me." It took him a good steady push to move her towards Akiiki Chibale, for it was that to push her off her stiff-legged balance.
What good was it now? The thought was fleeting for total submission, and in revolt of it she tried again and again to break free from his persistent nudging. A half-hearted snap or n** here, a limping break on another try. But in her condition she knew it was near impossible, and resigned herself and her strength to hobble forwards through the woods, corralled like a stray deer on a hunt. It was mortifying, and her corpse-grey face showed a perpetual snarl as she walked through, though her head and body seemed to crouch inwards as they passed scent-markers, tail dropping almost perpendicular to her body, shoulders hunched. She wouldn't admit it as fear, but a wary attitude towards strangers.
"They would heal by themselves." A gruff remark came, a pitiful attempt at justifying now sounding just as an excuse.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 10:29 pm
"They know I love you, and they know your the mother of the pups they all loved and helped raise...and for that you are counted as family to us. Besides it was never I who spoke of you..." He murmured unhappily, it had been Alas who had told his pups of their mother. Alas who had always believed that someday Necrala would come to him and return his love, Alas who loved to see the good in everyone and everything.
Musketeer looked at her, the way she seemed to cringe within, and for a moment he was surprised. Necrala actualy did seem...afraid as if his family, their pack would do her some great harm. He softly brushed against her trying to comfort her. "I'm beside you..." He finally said softly, he might have told her not to be afraid, or that he would protect her, or some other sweet and charming line, but he knew such tender words were wasted on Necrala and would undoubtedly earn him another cruel n**.
"They might also infect and kill you..." He grumbled softly, honestly why did she continue to throw up her verbal shields...His ears perked then and a slight frown crossed his muzzle.
Millanna was enchanted, she had been sneaking around spying on two leggers, she normally never did anything so daring! Yet she had felt...restless...and despite knowing how much her family would scold her for leaving the pack lands she had done so. A prize! A glorious prize was hers for her foolish, brave, wonderful act! At first she had been terrified, hiding beneath a great shining table while a man with a strange long stick banged some shiny stones until they were flat. She had watched for hours as the two legger fashioned things, and long winding tendrils of silver fell down over the table and into her fur. Finally he had left and she bolted out from beneath her crude shelter ready to escape...but then it caught her eye. A lovely fashioned mask, she had seen such adornments made of feathers and vine, but never like this, never so beautiful and silver. She snatched up up and ran, the long curly silver streams tinkled against her neck.
She giggled as she finally arrived back home, the sun was setting though and she paused at the river to slip the mask on. It took much wriggling and squirming and pushing her face down but finally she felt something catch behind her head, the metal was bent forming to her muzzle. She lifted her head and gazed at her reflection her mouth opening in surprise. She had never quite noticed before...but goodness she was full grown...and...her cheeks warmed. She actually looked...pretty, and in that moment she knew exactly who she wanted to share her happiness with. She leapt up her nose working as she ran.
"Papa! Papa!" She called out laughing softly.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 5:56 pm
"All the better.."
She hissed with uncertainty under her breath after a moment, silver eyes flitting back and forth across unfamiliar territory. Though to which statement it was unclear. Though it would've seemed she hadn't reacted to his soft embrace out of preoccupation or weariness she seemed to settle a little under the touch. The alien feel of foreign fur against her own which should have sent her crawling in disgust of it. She didn't.
But a chirping cry stiffened her body, hackles raising as pinned ears pulled forwards to pick out the direction of the sound. The voice was sickening, familiar and unwanted. Was she allowed no peace in this world? Necrala doubted that she would have any in the next either, the thought leading to a growl building in her chest.
Of course this would've been his plan all along, wouldn't it? Lead her into enemy lands, stringing her as a fool! into a pack. Wolves from every sides, taking every chance with her weaknesses. She was a sight. Mussed and bloodied fur, the bruise-like markings around her eyes looking more sallow, new scratches and scars flecked across cavader-coloured skin.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 9:34 pm
Millanna, her sweet voice was so like her elder sisters it always reminded him painfully of her. Yet unlike Moranna, Millanna was healthy, robust, and looked like a younger version of her mother...and a happier version as well. He was so proud of his baby, though she was a pup no longer, no the seasons passed and she was full grown now. He turned to Necrala nervously then uncertain of how she would react, what she might want.
"It's our da-It's Millanna...she's coming...she...she doesn't know, but if you wish I will tell her?" He offered uncertainly. Surely any normal mother would long to be reunited with her child, but Necrala didn't seem to have pined for her children one bit.
He moved her along quickly hoping to get over to the den before Millanna would come upon them, at least then Necrala could...could what? Hide? If she wanted...Musketeer would have done anything to keep Necrala from becoming more upset.
"Papa! Where are you! I want to show you something!" Millanna called out confused, she could smell her father near, but he didn't return her call. How strange, normally her father would fly out to greet her and ask her about her day. Her nose twitched and she blinked at a strange and yet oddly familiar scent. Hmmm...Her pace slowed as she headed off after her father confused.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 11:20 pm
She growled. "What good it will do her I cannot fathom, wolf." Her voice was gruff and ragged. "But if it will steady your heart and quiet your nagging, do as you wish." What a treat! What a surprise! To meet one's own relation after so long, heart filled with whatever pitiful anticipation the occasion granted and they were allowed what? A hollow-eyed, mangled, seething femme with nothing more than a harsh word or glance. A face to attribute to her own ghostly pelt or silvered eyes. Her lip twitched in hesitation at the memory of the younger Milanna nearly bowling her over before in Akiiki Chibale lands.
Necrala had half the mind to eat her then and there.
His daughter's call shifted her gaze towards where Milanna was in the woods, and for a moment ticked over to Musketeer. "Where is your healer's den? I am not here for a social call, nor am I here to be gawked at..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 10:07 pm
"Then we won't tell her..." He stated firmly, he didn't want Millanna to know Necrala was her mother, the knowledge had done little good for his other children. Moranna had believed so much in Necrala's love always defending her and praising her. What good had it done for Moranna to have a mother figure? Millanna on the other hand had no knowledge that Necrala was her mother and she was perfectly content.
"No one is gawking...come on..." He guided her onward and towards the den. "Alas will patch you up and then I'll escort you to your den..." Hopefully she would let him stay with her as well, the thought of further harm coming to her was intolerable.
Confused, but still moving along cheerily Millanna headed towards the den pausing every once in a while to admire the soft tinkle of metal against metal.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 10:35 pm
"We? There was no we when you suggested it. Don't keep her wondering, Musketeer. How readily you change your mind."
She voice was no more than a low hiss to him, a mocking tone to it. The throbbing clarity of her pain had, rather than dulled, morphed instead to a steady ache that if possible had made her even more irritable for the delay. There was doubt she actually wanted Milanna to know, wherever close the female was, but she would if only to spite him.
With a warning growl she obliged and followed him. Necrala hesitated a moment, though, turning her head at the high, metallic noise only to see in the distance a glinting shape approaching. She bared her teeth to it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 9:05 am
"Well it's your choice, but naturally I thought you might want me to help you tell her..." He frowned at the way she turned and bared her teeth at her own daughter, and now Millanna was closer.
"It's not important now, what's important now is getting you patched up." He stopped infront of the den hoping Alas wasn't out and about.
"Alas!" He called hopefully his eyes flicking from the den entrance to the quickly approaching Millanna and then to Necrala.
He gave a tiny sigh of relief when he saw the familiar pink muzzle poke out followed by the rest of the healer.
Alas smiled as she saw Necrala and Musketeer together and at the den, such a happy picture...until she realized Necralas state and she frowned.
"Necrala! What is the world happened to you? Come come come in we have to see about these wounds!" She moved aside quickly to allow the other female to enter.
Millanna spotted her father and smiled her tail wagging now, and there was someone beside him with pale fur, and Alas was coming out of the den! Oh good she couldn't wait to show them all her lovely new mask. "Papa!" She called happily and rushed over with a bright smile, the epitome of youth and health and a stark reminder of her missing sister.
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