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 Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 8:56 pm
[ This is a chronicle of two wolves who travel through a life of hills and valleys of emotions and challenges. ]
[ Links to music will be embedded into posts of what inspired me for the following prompts. Sometimes they not feel appropriate, some may feel like it is an opposite or different of what the song's meaning, but it ] [ is what motivated me to write that part of their lives. ]
[ Note: there are some mature words to be spoken and realize that it is to progress the story and is the characters' words, not my own. ]
Commenting me about the story so far, you might be able to drive the next part to it. Caellum Licht, or Caellum or Cael, is a young wolf (~8 seasons[2years]) that came from the Brother Mountains. His fur had a heavy white coat with a gray/silver overcoat that had long since became messy and blended together over the seasons. Much of his past has been repressed. The wolf seems content and optimistic, rather this is a farce or truth is undetermined. His relationship with Uru'baen is mostly that of a brother and a guardian than anything else, however, events cause feelings to spur and grow. Most of which, he feels uncertain and reluctant to accept. Nicknamed: 'Pup'. Uru'baen is a black wolf with a white underbelly. Seems to be ~ 10 seasons[2.5 years] old. He had guarded and provided for Caellum since taking him under his tutelage when he was only half way through his third season. His origins unknown as much as his past, the only clues to it would be the shackle around his leg and the necklace around his neck. To others outside his comfort zone, he is a cold hearted, sadistic, brash jerk. Some have seen him as a ghost as he wanders the forests at night with a skull upon his head. His feels for Caellum grow by the day.  Sanctuary Burrow - A large Red Wood tree who's roots acts as a path into the burrow underneath with a lot of room. This acted as Caellum's home at one point. Calm Clearing - A clearing between the Temperate Spring and the Azure Deep and the Brother Mountains that seems to hold a special place to them. Brother Mountain Caverns - A place where a cold dwelling pack once was.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 9:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 12:04 am
A soft nudge against him.
"Brother, are you going to get up or am I going to be hunting on my own today?" A voice so soft and innocent. One belonging to a young male. Raising his head, icy blue eyes met those deep darker azures belonging to the owner of that voice. Messy white fur and waggin' tail, the smile and gleam in his eyes showed the youth within this one, one that out shined this one by light years. "You promised we'd go hunting the White-Tails today since they're moving. If we don't hurry, we won't be able to get any and we'll starve again!"
A chuckle. "I will be the one starving, Pup. You will eat what I give you, understood?" This voice was much deeper, and older male. Raising himself from the ground, the brown dirt separated from the still white belly of the black coated wolf. His icy blue eyes glanced around the surrounding forestry before falling to his elbows for a stretch of tired muscles. Nearby a toppled skull laid, the only litter among their home. "We will go as soon as you tend to your-"
"I'm ready to go now, Uru. Stop treating me like a pup, I am old enough already!"
"You are a few seasons behind me, so don't go and give me lip. As far as I am concerned, we are a pack." Snapping his jaws close enough to glance a whisker or two, the much larger black wolf gave a rather disturbing grin. "And I am the alpha." Laughing to himself, because the other clearly did not find the gesture funny. He rose to his feet and headed away from their sleeping spot they have came to know as the Sanctuary Burrow, or Burrow for short.
The White-Tails were moving to the Deep Azure from the Temperate Springs around this time of year and the duo were counting the days until they could get a good meal. They moved quietly through the shadows of the early morning as if ghosts among the morning mist. Soon the heat of the sun shall ebb away their cover and the White Tails will spy the younger, white wolf. Quickly they shuffled their paws around their settling area as they watched and planned, targeted and waited. Without a sound, the large, black demon bounded from the covers of his shadows and raced across the open grass like a bat in flight and before it all began, before the rest of the herd could make as much of a din, the elderly female White Tail had already fell victim to a broken neck from the growling maw of the skull-hooded Uru. The panic struck the rest of the pack and the males had trouble keeping their female in order. The area was too small, they could not escape without struggling through the forest, weaving and bounding among roots and bushes. Perfect for the inexperienced yearling Caellum to ambush from the covers of the shrubs. Reaching up with both paws, wrapping them tight around the White Tail's long necks for grip, to clamping down hard with all his might around their neck. Struggle as they would, soon they would fail to move and all would be over.
Four total. Four total for them and that would suffice for the days to follow. Rationing was one of the teachings that were taught to the yearling to survive through large effort for a relaxing reward. The two had stowed away stockpile and began their morning with a belly full of half a kill.
Whilst the little one licked his white paws clean, knowing he would later be reminded of it, the skull-wearing male watched. He admired the little one for his strengths, his determination, and his optimism toward his life. Reaching over, Uru licked the top of his head to his blood-stained cheek and muzzle.
"Uru... stop it, we already talked about that..." Caellum could not help but chuckle at the gesture.
"I know... but you will realize those feelings eventually."
~ @ ~
"GET OUT, GOD DAMN IT!" A voice cracked the serenity of the forest. The flurry of wings and chirps filled the air around The Burrow. Growls and snarls to the sounds of huffs and yelps, whimpers, and whines. Falling upon his side, the large black wolf glared through his cracked skull at the heavy-breathing, eight season old white wolf. Teeth bared and hackles raised, the two fought but no signs of a struggle was shown against the white wolf. The larger one stared in disbelief and sadness at the angered wolf. Tears rolled down the younger wolf's fur and neck as he snapped again. "LEAVE THE BURROW! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE! LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" The younger wolf snapped and snarled, bit and forcibly dragged the larger wolf from their once home to the forest edge before turning his back to the skull-wearing wolf.
C R A S H A storm was rolling in when icy blue eyes opened. A dream. It was no different than any other since then. The large black wolf rested beneath a tree in a burrow of his own making. Beneath his mask were deep set eyes with rings of dark, stained with tears seasons old, though, none shall ever see since the mask was never taken off. He cannot face the world as it is; unforgiving and void of the life he once saw within Nature's bounty. Drops of rain came shortly after the third crackle of thunder, though he did not care for food nor the weather. His mind was lost in his past. Where he was happier. Since the break between the two wolves, the larger has only grown stronger, surviving on his own, yet leaner from lack of motivation. He only survived to live onto the next night where his mind could think of vivid dreams only to have his heart pulled apart when he woke the next morning. The cycle continues with each passing moon. It had been nearly three seasons since what happened. "He could have a litter by now if he wanted..." he mused with a melancholy chuckle. The thought had another piece of him fall from the rest. He was in shambles, slowly gathering the pieces from the floor to put them together, only to have them fall off with each passing memory of the younger wolf. "Where did I go wrong?..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 11:49 am
The rain was pouring again today... seemed like it was doing that a lot in the Brother Mountains area as of late. Even the White Tails stopped visiting too, leaving the only game for the wolves were the agile rabbits and some of the less-than-amusing-chase prey. The ground has gotten soft and sunken from the moisture as of late so the traction was poor - not to mention the scent was horrible for a strong nose. It was as if Mother was being rather unforgiving for a reason that was unknown.
The young white wolf laid at the entrance of his home, the Burrow, staring out at the forest edge as prey after prey passed his glance - some even returning it, and yet he felt no urge to give chase. His frame has gotten thinner and his fur had as well. Ever since the older guardian had left, Caellum found it harder to get it to the next day without having to struggle. Yet, he had to, he had to keep living as the last member of the late pack from the Brother Mountains.
Though, he cannot help but feel something bothering him. Something in the back of his mind nipped and tugged at his conscious. He closed his eyes with a deep sigh.
His heart hurt...
"Oh, Caellum, there you are. You didn't go hunting today?" A voice from over head called out to him. It was a local sparrow, a tiny, brown thing, and its presence wasn't easily noticed without it making itself known. Its wings fluttered as it hopped side to side upon its branch before soaring down beside the wolf, looking with concern. "You look awefully thin today, yes you do. Why not go hunting? I hear the rabbits have been slipping on the wet grass and mud. Easy for you, yes it is."
Caellum gave a solemn smile as he moved his gaze to the little sparrow. "Duran, I appreciate your concern, but I do not feel for it right now."
"Is it because of Mister Uru? Yes, I believe so." The sparrow chirped. The name itself spurred reactions from the wolf; his ears fell back and his eyes diverted themselves from the avian's gaze. "You worried about him? Yes?"
"You know what everyone thinks, Duran. I don't want to go through that again. It is better this way, don't you think?"
"No, Mister Caellum, I do not. Everyone's mean. Yes, yes they are. Why did you make him leave?"
Caellum raised to his feet with a groan, walking a ways from the entrance of his home. "They insulted us, Duran. Everyday, they would come here and sneer at us, mock us, and when we hunted, they would interfere or steal our food. Sometimes they would attack us, and do you know what happens when someone attacks us?" The sparrow fluffed its feathers and shook its head. "Uru would hurt them and things would get worse. They would come to hate us, take our food because their family needed it. Their babies needed it. They didn't want us to infect their children. Is that not a silly notion?" The sparrow said no words, simply watched as the wolf began to pace back and forth. Noticing the time apart from the older black wolf had impacted this one; his fur was more messy, the gray coat was meshing with the white, even the dirt and mud was clumping on his underbelly, and the sides were becoming more defined of what laid inside.
Caellum stopped. "Duran, is it wrong?... for a male to love a male?"
The sparrow remained silent, fluffing its feathers, shifting its head, moving about in its typical hopping fashion. Perhaps he was pondering an answer... but was it something that was worth pondering? Though the sparrow gave no answer and that made the wolf drop his head.
"It will not help you as far as propagation if that is what you mean, Mister Caellum. A male cannot bear young, so it goes against what we are taught and 'programmed' do," Caellum collected his feet, sitting against the ground, hunched and disheartened. So his feelings for Uru were an abomination against nature, huh? He felt it though, he felt the desire to be around Uru. He watched over him like a big brother and provided as he would as a father. "But, those who are blind to those ways and reject those who stray probably won't know what true love is, if that is the case."
The wolf perked, turning a glance to the little sparrow who had begun pecking at the ground. "You're saying that what Uru and I had..."
"I am not saying that, no, no I am not. I am simply saying that love is free and works like the vines upon a tree, random and unwinding, yes, very much so."
"Well, Uru was the one who came to me, really, I mean..." he swallowed down his fear of embarrassment. "He told me that he loved m-"
"And you said it back, yes?" Duran interjected, her curiosity as a female showed. Fluttering onto the bridge of his muzzle, she inquired more. "You said yes and he smothered you with love, yes? Oh course!"
Did she forget that I kicked him out?... Or what we were talking about prior?... "R-reluctantly, after about a moon or two... I said I felt something for him. He took it as a yes, I suppose, but I don't know what that feeling is. I guess I cannot see past him as a big brother and guardian for as a lover... I don't even know what it feels like to be in love or what a lover is suppose to look like..."
"That is all based on you and him, yes? You slept with him, yes?"
"Of course, we've always slept together. It has felt rather strange without him every night."
The little sparrow chirped. "He licks you, yes?"
"He always said I was dirty and that because of my white fur, I can't reach all the spots."
Duran lifted off from the wolf's muzzle, flutterin about with a happy chirp. "And he took care of you everyday, didn't he? Yes? Yes! You two are in love, yes, that is it, you two are so in love, but why? Why did you kick him out, Mister Caellum?"
The wolf's mood shifted back again, his eyes diverting again. "Because of the locals around here insulted and attacked us whenever we'd go out hunting. They'd call me f** and a b***h..." Caellum looked to the sky, staring at the chain clouds drifting off into the distance. "I guess I couldn't take much of it. He put himself out there for me over and over. The last time was from the big bears from the mountains and they nearly killed Uru."
"But why make him leave?"
"So he wouldn't have to get hurt anymore. I don't want him to get hurt because of me. This was my burrow first, and with him gone, no one made fun or me or attacked anymore..."
The sparrow's stared at the wolf with small black eyes. "You kicked him out because of that!? You are an idiot, Mister Caellum, yes, yes you are! You go and get him back right now, yes, now!" The sparrow took flight, swooping and pecking at the wolf. The sensation was hardly noticeable but it was still annoying. "You broke up with your mate because people were mean to you?!"
"M-mate? He's just someone I like!" The white wolf fell flat to the ground, covering his head with small paws. "He left a long time ago, I'd never find him at this point. W-why haven't you left for your migration yet!?"
Duran rested upon his head, pecking every so often. "Yes, you're mate, because you two have done many things together! You said so yourself!"
"But everyone does those kinds of things!"
"Only mates do! And you will go and find him, yes, yes you will. You will go and find it! It is because I worry about you that I have not left. Yes, that is why. Now what will you do, Mister Caellum?"
The yearling wolf whimpered from his head being assaulted. It was not bad enough that his body was scarred from hate attacks from the locals. "I-I need time to think, Duran, y-you go on your migration, I will be fine, I promise." Caellum's voice quivered as the pecking had stopped.
"Fine, but I will make an early return to check on you. If you are dead before I come back... Oooo, you will be in big trouble!" The sparrow fluffed again before fluttering off to the sky, leaving the bruised wolf in the Burrow's clearing.
Go and find Uru?... Go and find... my mate?...
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 10:08 pm
Pain ripped through his body as the signs of exhaustion became more prominent. The large, black wolf stood over the downed ursine, icy eyes looked down at the crimson puddles. His chest heaved before slowly moving through the forest to the small burrow he had been lingering in for the few days. It was becoming hard to keep a burro long enough to call a home - that is if it was even worth calling it that. Since the separation, a lot of things he found easy were becoming harder; hunting, bathing, sleeping, it just felt different. The murder of three watched down from the trees to the lone wolf, inky eyes looking on. "Oh, Great Shadow, why do you lurk?" "Nox, why do you hurt." "Tenebrae, you are angered?" Uru'baen growled at the ones above him. "You follow me for days and speak no words to me and now you speak of questions," the black wolf glared at each of the crows, all three with their own unique feature about themselves that set the brothers apart. Vaheethrin, the biggest of the three, larger in size and the most vicious when it came to the kills they found, and to any unfortunate intruder to their claim. Langeron, the crow with a white eye, but his vision was perfect-so perfect he could spot carrion clicks away. Valefor was the youngest but the most peculiar, as healthy as he was, he molted often but showed no signs of stress, ate the most but did the least amount of work. Then there was him, the skull bearing black wolf who haunted the forest south of the Azure Deeps. Bears, white tails, and many of the locals learned of his presence when the oldest, strongest bear had fallen as the "Skull Ghost". Bears who felt allegiance to the great bear sought revenge but they only became the hunted for the wolf. One after the other, many of the ursine became maimed, severely injured, or worse. However, not even the wolf was left unscathed after each encounter; broken legs, lacerated flanks, even a bit of his ear was missing. "I am angered, I am hurt, and I lurk to my den, do you three have any other questions before I leave?" he growled. The three brothers gave a unison caw before taking flight to the fallen bear. It was the only reason they followed... The carrion. Uru fell to his belly as his mind wandered again to the days of old where he was happy and comfortable. Removing his helm showed the scars of those very times, protecting his little white wolf from the belligerent locals. Their taunts echoed in his head, but the one that stuck put was the little white wolf's... I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN! . A groan escaped his maw as he slumped to his side. "That was the fifth bear you've defeated, Great Shadow. Why do you strain yourself?" Langeron stood beside the large wolf. "I must protect him..." he murmured with closed eyes, as the helm remained unfit upon his head, black maned scruff unkempt stuck out beneath it. "They will hurt him..." The crow turned to the slumbering wolf as exhaustion was slowly winning over the will to survive and protect. "The Great Shadow slumbers but it's desire burns quietly inside. Soon it will blaze and consume until there is nothing left. For now the Great Shadow slumbers."
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