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 Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:14 pm
(( Yep. A place to put finished Rps that I'm collecting to hopefully make Meskeet a Seer. << ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:25 pm
Part 1. Meskeet.
The wind was cold as it brushed through her fur.
Coatlicue squealed as Cizin attempted to chew off her ear. Xipetotec tumbled him and bit happily at Cizin pinned beneath him. Coatlicue grabbed her trapped brother's tail and began to drag him.
In a flurry her nusing siblings dashed past her with Xipetotec snapping at her face as he went.
Proudly she raced after them and lept atop the now squirming mass of biting and kicking. Bold Calomvue had joined the fray and quickly left it as he chased little Abastken from the sunny patch of grass he had been napping on.
The brown Meskeet clamped firmly down on Coatlicue's leg with a yelp of triumph as still silence engulfed the group.
Standing in direct sunlight, looking perfectly angelic with sungolden tips and pretty shimmering eyes sat Mable.
Her tail thumped welcomingly and Meskeet noted her sister's eyes train on her.
"Hello." It sounded as thin and soft as Mable looked.
Coatlicue was the first to leap foreward and begin to circle her. Cizin crawled foreward on his stomach and then onto his feet. But he didn't advance.
Xipetotec stayed neer Meskeet waiting for any sign to attack. Indeed Coatlicue and Cizin were waiting for cues aswell. Mable looked worried but continued to watch Meskeet.
But Cassole waited for no sign and rushed madly down the slope towards her light coated daughter.
Cizin and Coatlicue scattered.
Xipetotec's fur rose along his back and his eyes narrowed, but it was Calomvue's return that made any impact. The daring pup snapped mockingly at Cassole and did his best to growl.
Cassole bent forward and grew taller and taller as she did. In one quick snap she'd swallowed Calomvue whole. Xipetotec, Cizin, and Coatlicue grew older too and as they did they each took a leg and began to eat Cassole. Three of them and four legs. The fourth leg was for Meskeet.
Her eyes snapped instantly open and the brown female lurched to her feet. Nothing was around save for birds foraging for worms. In hate and anger she launched herself at them and tore at anything her teeth could reach in time.
Calomvue wouldn't be there if she went back. It was Mable's fault.
Mable's weak, innocent nature seemed utterly harmless. But it was she who Meskeet was compared too and presumably didn't measure up with. It was Mable who was kept and cherished. Mable got everything handed to her.
Calomvue and the rest of them didn't and now they were all being punished for Mable being born. It was Mable's fault.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:26 pm
Part 2. Meskeet, Phantom, Audi, Voodoo, and Sashta.
Audi was trotting casually along on Phantom's right. It had become a routine, when they were walking. Meskeet tended to walk pretty close to him, something the other puppy didn't really like.
So--with a fake smile plastered on his face--she'd draw closer to his right side, leaving Meskeet to the left if she so desired. Or, more importantly, if she felt worthy.
Where they were going, she didn't know. But Phantom wouldn't approve her asking, so she didn't...
And speaking of Phantom, he had a rather plain expression on his face for... well, Phantom. No crazy spark in his eye or dark grin at the moment, just eyes glancing around casually and an almost thoughtful look.
They were going to the river, but he hadn't told them that, or why...
Meskeet was sticking close to Phantom's side, albeit his left side. Audi could have the right side, after all, how long would she really even be around? Best let her have her fun while she can, Meskeet snickered inwardly.
Smiling pleasantly to Audi the brown female turned her attention to where they were going. It was common sense not to ask Phantom if he hadn't already said, so she tried to figure it out herself.
Despite all the areas she'd explored here this one was foreign to her. Just meant she needed to pay extra attention. Things seemed to have a bit more life here than other areas. Perhaps it got more rain here?
Audi always made sure when Meskeet looked at her, she sent a smile in the other pups direction. Mainly because Meskeet was always looking at her with one. How annoying, she'd thought too many times to count. Does she even KNOW I hate her so much? Probably not. She acts too nice for something like that...
Her thoughts would be interupted by the voice of the older wolf. "Alright, pay attention you little runts." All eyes on Phantom, and his own gazing at the slightly swallow river waters infront of them. "Since you two obviously aren't capable of hunting, I feel it's nesscary you learn to fish."
Meskeet sat peering into the water. True, hunting was a bit far off at the moment, but fishing? There were plenty of fish, it couldn't be that hard.
Watching the fish then looking to Phantom for instructions the pup wished Audi would be quiet. She could here low whispering and it obviously wasn't herself or Phantom. Since she couldn't directly see Audi's face she assumed her 'friend' was mumbling quietly about something. How perturbing. Always had to ruin the moment.
It was a bit hard for Meskeet to hide an accusing glare.
It hadn't seemed to anyone like Phantom had noticed the silent hate both the puppies had for each other, and really for no reason. He never seemed to catch the dark glance toward one when the other wasn't looking, the mutters, and the fact they always tried to out-do each other at any given task.
However, one must keep in mind Phantom was quite an actor. Perhaps he was plenty aware of it, that much more amused, and showed no signs of knowing. This did seem like a suspiciously good opportunity to test them against each other...
"It's not as easy as you think, runts," he continued, as if reading Meskeet's mind. "You'll have to be quick. Fish can be as fast in water as a rabbit or deer on land. However, they're still easier to catch. They'll keep you from starving, at the very least."
At seeing the fish more closely Meskeet realized just how quick they were as some warily darted away from parts where the pup's shadow lay. This could prove to be a bit of a problem, but there had to be a method to it, and Meskeet was determined to find that method.
Perhaps they were easier to catch because you could hunt them alone, or perhaps there was an entirely different reason. Whatever it was the pup wondered if Phantom would even tell them.
A slow smile passsed through her mind at the thought of Audi falling in. Whooosh. How kind that would be.
Meanwhile, it took everything Audi had not to grin at the thought of Meskeet toppling into the river. Oooh, yes, that would show her. Sure, she hadn't done anything to Audi, and she had never really acted arrogant--not around her--but she still didn't like her.
"Oh, Meskeet, you must be scared!" the pup said in the most sympathetic and sincere voice she could muster. "Don't worry, I'll go first if you are."
What an idiot. Honestly. How lame could you get?
Meskeet bit her tongue to keep from giving a sharp retort. An idea occured to her. Sizing Audi up for a brief moment her face broke into an even a grateful smile, a happy comment followed, for effect. "Aw, thanks Audi. That's terribly good of you, I hope you have no issues with going first? You just seem to do things so well." She quietly savored the taste of her blood, she'd bit down a bit to hard for a bit to long.
Sweet as sugar for now. Her day would come, Meskeet just needed to build up to it for now.
Jealous, was she? She must be, Audi could sense it!
"Aw, thanks!" the tiny female chirped in reply. At least fate had spared her from being a runt, as one of only two sisters had been. She was still a tad smaller than usual puppies, but she'd grow in time no doubt to an average size. "I'm so glad you think so. Please, let me show you!"
With that ever-fake smile, she trotted out to the middle of the water and gazed down at the bottom, watching as a few fish--much to fast to catch--swam by her.
Almost... Almost... Almost... There! With a loud splash, the pup pounced. When she emerged from the water, a fairly large fish was cletched into her jaws.
Unfortunately, it was a bit too large, and with it's tail flailing wildly it managed to knock the small wolf in the face, send her toppling back and leaving it to swim, a bit injured but alive, back up the river.
Mentally the pup sighed in distgust. But new thoughts occupied her mind now, a new plan, and apparently new voices. Not that Meskeet had ever had voices in her head beside her own, but now she seemed to. Perhaps that was just what normally happened. Perhaps that's what Audi had and that was her reason for mumbling.
Yet another inward grin.
While the size of Audi's catch was quite impressive, seeing her lose it soured the victory in Meskeet's mind. "THat was so good! You really are good at this! I don't think I should be as good as you. You must teach me sometime." It was sweet, appraisinly cheerful, but it would work.
Stepping nearer to the stream Meskeet measured up the situatin mentally and made a few strategic plans. "Would you help me Audi?" Might as well go on with it all.
Peering into the water she braced herself, tail out, ears erect, good posture, attentive eyes, she raised one paw and sought out a proper target.
"What do you suggest I do Audi?"
Go fall in a ditch and stay there, Audi thought bitterly. What she said was more like, "Oh, it was nothing, I did drop him after all! I'm sure you can do just as well--why don't you show me what you've got without my help? Certainly you're just as good."
Certainly? Certainly? When the hell did she start saying 'certainly'? Maybe it was because Sashta had spoken like this, and she was just echoing her. Sashta had pretended to like her, so this must be the way wolves were suppose to speak when they were fooling someone.
"Yes, let's see you try!" Audi cheered, casting a quick glance at Phantom, who didn't seem to really be paying that much attention to either of them.
Oooh, let her drown or...or something!
Smiling back at Audi Meskeet lowered her head cautiously over the water as the fish swam back and forth. They were used to her presence by now and dashed around within striking range.
Head a scant few inches above the water surface the pup waited for the best time to strike. The small voices in her head grew louder and she attempted to smite them with concenration. It seemed to closer she got to the water the louder they became. It must have been a conciscious thing. There was need need for something like that anymore.
With calculation the female pup struck out at a certain fish in particular with some anger. The voices droned down but one grew and didn't seem to pleased at all. During her attempt to get an average sized fish over her shoulder and on to land Meskeet heard a paniced shriek following up an angry scolding. And it was all coming from ... the fish?!
Gaping in disbelief she stared wide-eyed at the fish bouncing around in the dust in an attempt to get back to the stream.
The second the fish had flopped onto land, Audi looked angry. How annoying! It was just beginners luck, she told herself. Then she put on the best (fake) smile she had and looked back at Meskeet to congratulate her.
The look faded when she noticed her expression, immediatly replaced by an almost worried frown. "Hey, are you okay?"
Phantom had become more alert of what was going on with the second splash, but now he eyed Meskeet with a dull look. Oh, crap, was something wrong with one of them already? "Meskeet, stop daydreaming," the male snapped, eyes narrowing in dissaproval.
Meskeet shook her head clear of it all and stepped on the fish. Stupid thing.
Turning to Audi it took her a moment to mask her true surprise with a cheesy smile. "Day dreaming. Sorry Phantom." Probably was. She really should stop eating so late, it was making her think funny.
She became more serious at Phantom's obvious disapproval and her face went blank as she waited for the next instructions.
So that was how you did it. Obediently Meskeet plopped herself into the water and was careful to get a secure hold so she wouldn't be drug anywhere.
With imense concentration the pup attempted to mimic Phantom. It took a bit longer for the fish two settle a second time, but they did eventually come around again and the pup hurried to remember all the Ghost had done.
Aiming precisly she quickly and forcefully attempted to bat a fish out of the water. It did come out, but she hadn't struck hard enough and it just landed back in the stream.
Meskeet cursed it and prepared to try again.
"I did it!" Audi squealed in victory as her eyes followed the fish she'd knocked out, which flopped beside the now-dead one Phantom had retrieved. He was out of the water, now, shaking off.
A small grunt of surprise escaped him, and Audi, who had been trying to gather as many fish as she could as fast she could--or at least more than Meskeet--forgot about her goal and turned toward the leader curiously.
Her eyes widened at the sight, but she didn't move otherwise.
"Oh, Sashta, nice to see you," Phantom said in that charming voice he used sometimes, shaking the water off and grinning at her. It was odd to be approached like this, so he was curious as to what exactly had prodded her to the point she did so.
At first, the female said nothing to him. Instead, her purple eyes glanced over Audi, then Meskeet--then very suddenly snapped back to Phantom. "Did you steal another one from somewhere?!"
Succeding the second time around Meskeet stared triumphantly at her catch until she noticed everyone else was distracted and someone new had come. Someone who looked a heck of a lot like Audi.
With a half glare Meskeet trudged out of the water and stood not to far behind Phantom, but instead a bit closer to Audi. This one smelled funny, and yet, she smelled a bit like Audi too. Realizing why she was quite surprised and tried very hard to stare at Audi. She may be intoleratable, but it would be worse to embarase her.
Voodoo had been fully intending to take a nice, long (and in his honorable opinion, a well deserved) break from the two pups. Unfortunately, it seems fate had other plans. Voodoo had settled himself in the nook between two tree roots, relaxing with his belly against the cool earth. Very nearly asleep, a whiff of a certain familiar smell shook him briefly away: in time to see a black and white certain someone slipping through the trees in the direction of the river.
Damn.
Muttering, Voodoo hauled himself up to his feet. He should probably go sneak around to make sure she didn't slaughter Phantom -- do the Good Friend thing or whatever. He eyued his napping spot longingly and then picked up a lope, circling wide around the path Sashta had taken, ranging in the direction of the river. When he reached it, Sashta was already there.
Picking his way out of the brush, he skittered along the bank and closer to the group, eyeing the two adults with one eye, shooting the pups a quick glance with the other -- or very near to it.
"Meskeet actually requested to come with me," Phantom told her, and he sounded truthful. Which, for once, he was. But he'd lied so much--and never sounded like he was--who could blame Sashta for still giving him a distrusting look?
Almost as if they were contected, Phantom and Sashta's eyes shot toward the sound of footsteps. Voodoo's, to be more precise. Neither of them apparently felt him important enough to look at for longer than that brief second, though.
"I found land," Sashta said suddenly. It was so rare it happened, but Phantom seemed thrown off.
"Land?"
"Yes," the female nodded. "It's freeland, but only because know one has taken it over yet. I thought you and your disturbed little friend might be interested..."
Shifting from foot to foot for a moment Meskeet was aware of just how little her pressence mattered here and paid little attention as she was mentioned.
Voodoo arrived and it was hardly unpredictable. Everyone seemed to show up at the most unexpected times that little was unexpected.
Glancing around she tried to look as if she were bored, while she listened intently to the converstaion.
Voodoo cocked an, understandably, suspicious ear in Sashta's direction, eyes narrowing on the female wolf. "Why should we trust you?" For all they knew, she could lead them straight into a sink hole or a tar pit. She wasn't the only one who'd lived in mud and sticks. He wasn't about to go walking across what looked like firm ground and find himself neck deep in a death trap.
Besides, in all likelihood, she could be setting them up. What reason did she have to trust them. More importantly, Voodoo was of the notion that they didn't like sitting in one place. But maybe he'd been mistaken... Warily, he cast Phantom a sidelong glance.
Phantom felt suspicious, too, but outwardly he just seemed angry. There was really no reason for him to be, you would think. He had his 'prey' surrounded, alone, by three of 'his' wolves--weak ones for the moment, mind you, but they still equalled more than one lone.
"What are you aiming at, exactly, Lovely?"
Sashta had turned to growl at Voodoo, but looked back at Phantom now. "I want you to make a pack there." She lowered her eyes, seeming just a bit nervous, if only for a second.
When she looked back up, her voice sounded firm enough. "And I want to go with you."
Meskeet's ear cocked curiously. Obviously Phantom had a history with this one. But he didn't seem to enthused at her appearance. Would he let her join?
And why there in particular? What would happen to Audi? For perhaps the first ime Meskeet felt a pang or sorrow for Audi. She'd only ever truly disliked her because she served as a reminder of her own sister. Even though her sister was considerably different, it was mostly an attention thing she supposed.
Afterall, this female could be nice. It was doubtable though, because if she was any good Meskeet figured Audi would look happier.
"Hell no," Voodoo snarled, ears laying sharply back against his skull. "Phantom, if you don't say no, so help me-- she's a b***h; a traitor; she's tried to kill you more than once." Voodoo hissed, gaze flicking momentarily to his comrade before returning to Sashta.
He didn't want her here. He didn't, personally, believe for two seconds that the female had really gone that low. It was a trap. It had to be. And if it wasn't -- he still didn't think just having her around was any sort of sensible idea. No. It was insane.
It was insane.
But Phantom was insane, too. "Fine." He said it so quickly even Sashta looked surprised. "But come speak with me later, when we don't have all these...distractions."
Sashta eyed him suspiciously, but soon enough had disappeared into the trees surrounding them. When her scent no longer lingered Phantom glanced sideward at Voodoo. "Calm down, you nervous little idiot, what's she going to do without her pack? None of them followed her, you know. Besides... Think about all the things we could do now."
He was grinning broadly just thinking about it. "I bet we could sway a lot of valuable wolves to us if we had Sashta and Retsu."
His words with Voodoo broke off to yell at the pups who still stood behind him. "You two, go get Oki and the Heartless."
Meskeet didn't dare dawdle and was off as quickly as she could go. Dashing through the landscape she paused only for brief moments to be sure of their position.
As far as she could tell they weren't too far from where the group usually slept. But they could have just been there recently. She glanced around for Audi to see if she knew anything about their whereabouts.
Voodoo stared hard at Phantom. The wolf was going off the deep end. No, wait. 'Going' suggested he might have still had some sensibility left in that skull-too-big-for-his-pea-sized-brain. Phantom had definitely gone off the deep end, and Voodoo was willing to bet it had happened a while ago.
"You," he said in exhasperated tones. "Are insane. She's going to kill us all, you know that, don't you? Pack or no, Sashta still knows too many wolves for it to be safe for us. How do you know she's not just rotting under you so she can snatch your throat out from under you when you're not expecting it?"
He knew all about that sort of thing. Voodoo had practice with that.
How could she...how DARE she...! Audi had too much on her mind to think about where the others were. In fact, she'd barely registered what Phantom had told them to do. If it wasn't for the fact he'd probably kill her for not listening, she wouldn't have even strived to listen to him.
Basically, she was following Meskeet's every turn, and that much was obvious no matter who you were. Her face twisted into an expression angrier than any puppy you'd think were capable of. She has to die.
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Phantom stared at Voodoo for quite a long time. Who knew he could go that long without blinking? Before you could even see the change, his expression went from one of stone to an amused one like no other, and the Ghost burst into rather merry--though demented--laughter.
"Voodoo, Voodoo. Let me tell you something--she's still troubled over Reicher, so troubled. The only thing she wants is to have something to distract her from that. In other words, us. Particularly me, but all of us. You would be quite an annoyance for her, don't you think? So suspicious."
He cackled and shifted his weight. "Besides, with Sashta, we could get Ran. Wouldn't love to have someone who could heal you no matter what on our side? You could go get ahold of that beta who put you to shame and win this time."
One glance at Audi told Meskeet now wasn't the time to bother her. Lifting her nose to the air and then the ground it was only a moment before she caught scent of the two and began her dash again.
They were in the area Phantom's lot usually slept and Meskeet stopped just close enough to for them to hear her. Panting she was able to catch her breath as she finished speaking. "Go..to..the stream..now..Phantom wants you.."
Voodoo narrowed his eyes darkly on the other wolf, ears still back, hackles flipping absently up and down in turn, as if he couldn't decide if he really wanted to be angry. He could get revenge on that beta -- allowing that Sashta didn't snap when he did so. Allowing that Ran really was the complete idiot she seemed to be. Allowance, Voodoo thought, he'd never actually get. Sashta was, for all her supposed 'crushed spirit' and 'need for distractions' still a disgustingly upstanding female, and he had a feeling that she wasn't going to stand and let him slaughter her old comrade, no matter what the circumstances. Furthermore, if Phantom thought Ran would actually go for that...
--well, he'd always said Phantom didn't have the brains for these sorts of operations, hadn't he?
"You're a fool," Voodoo spat.
Despite his friends word, Phantom could see that little light bulb of his flicker on just a tad. He'd appealed to him at least somewhat. Oh, Voodoo, if only you knew Sashta as well as I!
But he was Phantom. He knew everything. "Perhaps, but what would that make you?"
Before the question could be answered, the others would arrive. Oki had snatched Meskeet up, and Retsu had taken Audi--because she was smaller than Meskeet and he wasn't particularly strong.
When they were close enough, the dark wolf and the lynx set the two puppies down.
"What's this about?" Oki hissed. She'd been sleeping when those two little annoyances stormed into their sleeping area--for lack of a better name.
"We'll have our own land by tomorrow," Phantom told them bluntly. "Make sure you eat enough tonight to last you, because you won't be stopping on the way. Everyone understood?"
Meskeet nodded and wondered what the land would look like. Change was certainly occuring. Lands of their own and Audi's mum. It would all be interesting to say the least.
It would be best to 'lie low' for a while. To observe it all as opposed to being to involved. And that's when she remebered Phantom had include Retsu in his converstaion earlier. What did the quiet one have to contribute? The pup hoped much would be revealed to her and deciding there was little else for her to do she wondered if she was even very hungry.
Her squashed fish didn't look to appealing but there was always something out there to eat. If not she could just go fishing again. Better to master it than slack off and become bad.
Voodoo glared all around, huffed, and then moved off to scramble down into the river. "Call me when you're ready to go," he growled darkly, wading into the shallows of the river. He had thinking to do. Serious thinking -- the sort that didn't get done surrounded by a fool of a wolf, a suck up, a giant cat, and two puppies. "I'll be downriver."
So he went: sulking around through the water and away from the so-called 'pack,' or whatever Phantom fancied calling it. Phantom knew his honorable opinions about the matter, and Voodoo didn't feel inclined to make himself out to be an argumentative fool in front of the others.
So he'd sit, wait, and think. Think hard.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:27 pm
part 3. Meskeet, Malik, Amélie. 
Though Malik was becoming accustomed to the shore and the smell of salt the ocean created he still loved to wander through the forest on the far edge of Phib's territory. Very curious Malik seemed to be, always searching, exploring, finding new things to do to amuse himself, or help him get better, stronger, faster. He always looked for a way to improve, even if it happened to be pertaining to things others would deem as silly and childish.
The forest called to him frequently though, being raised in an area that resembled this area didn't help him not answering to the call of the woods. Crimson eyes darted every which way as he padded down a cleared out path, that many wolves had seemed to tred upon before. A small stream to his left always assured him that if he ever got thirsty, he would be able to take a drink...which was not always the case on teh shore...the ocean water so tempting...but so salty and would make his mouth dry.
Tail swaying back and forth as he walked his nose scrunchedup every few moments picking up new scents, he wondered if any other wolves wandered out this far, whether or not if they were from his new pack or if they wandered alone. Malik could not be certain, for this area was still fairly new to him, though everyday he learned a new attribute or characteristic of his new home.
Stirring early had become a part of Meskeet and she found it distasteful to wander from it. This morning she had the rare delight of not waking up in a foul mood, and so she felt useless as she strode to wander the limits of Phantom's current lands.
Dust curled around her nose as she snuffed at the ground. It seemed dryness was a suitor here and the pup felt it sliding down her throat.
With her mouth open in a half pant she slunk in the direction she remembered the river to be in.
Malik continued forward, his paws making the few dry leaves beneath him crunch almost silently as he took each step. The ground was getting drier, with each step taken some of the loose dirt and sand would go into teh air creating the image of dust, then it would disappear into nothingness. The wind blew gently through the trees and ruffled the fur on the back of Malik's neck, making a chill go down his spine. He shook it off and stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath as his crimson eyes wandered to that of the water next to him, then he suddenly realized how dry his mouth was.
He scooched over to teh water, peering at his reflection, tilting his head watching a mirror image of himself mimic his movements. He leaned his head down and took a few laps of the cool water, it was cold, which was good as the sun rose higher in the sky. There wasn't much coverage here, the trees were spread out more unlike how they were packed together several yards behind him. His nose picked up the scent of what he believed to be a wolf, but if was too hard to tell, being around the ocean so much made it a bit difficult for his nose to adjust to his surroundings if they changed. But this wolf was young, if it was near, and Malik didn't believe it would pose a threat to him...however, it would be nice to see what this mystery wolf looked like. His tail swayed back and forth while he stood by the waters edge, as his crimson eyes met the reflection of himself in the water once more.
The female's pose was a constant reflection of what Phantom had told her to make it; tail out, ears up, standing tall, the only difference was in the way her head was held low at times. As she approached the water source her head stayed dipped for only a moment.
Being upwind she hadn't caught scent of another wolf, but sensing that one was about her head went up and she gazed across the river. Tensely she watched the other before she began to advance once more to take a drink. Her eyes didn't leave him, but the fur on her back bristled slightly.
Malik's ears twitched forward as he raised his gaze to see that of another wolf, another pup on the other side of the river, though it was quite small compared to other rivers he had seen. This pup's pelt was an array of browns that complomented each other on this wolf...what caught Malik's attantion more so was that the pup was female...yet she was on the other side of the river.
But she seemed...different. The attitude she eminated was different from those Malik had come into contact before. Perhaps she was from another pack? It could be teh case but Malik was not sure, after all, he had not seen her before, thus she could be from another pack, or just wandering alone just as he was before Phib had accepted him into the Outrider pack. Malik stood up after taking a few more laps of the water and looked in her direction. Shoulders back, head held high, crimson eyes watching her intently, yet Malik had the expression of "hi" on his face, for he wasn't sure if she would be able to here his voice over the sound of the rushing waster. His tail swayed back and forth slower now, but in a steady pace, as he waited to see if she would react to him...though he was not sure how she would react, his crimson eyes just stayed fixated on her position.
Suspicion swirreled in Meskeet's ears as she took note of the posture and expression of the other. A male, how delightful. Atleast it wasn't another girl. An ear twitched as she lapped at the surging water with her body in a low crouch. Bright eyes watched for any move he should make.
There seemed to be so many others around here. Perhaps that was why Phantom was so eager at hearing of a place to move too. While most her encounters had proven harmless, not all had. This pup in particular made her wary, he seemed in fine condition. He wasn't necessarily alone then, even if his guardians weren't close.
Malik tilted his head and watched the femme take a drink from the rushing water, why had she not said anything? Perhaps, was it because he had not said anything? Or maybe, she was from a pack that did not cope well with others, but Malik was curious, to at least know her name,know where she was from...the usual black pelted pup's questions. He walked along teh river's edge until he was directly across from her now, his eyes gleaming in the sunlight that the sun directed down towards them both.
A stone was in the water, a few feet out and was high enough that it was dry, yet closer to the opposite side, Malik stepped into teh water, careful of his footing, and leapt onto the stone, gripping it with his paws. Then he stood straight up againand peered towards teh female pup and smiled, tail swaying in the wind,
"Hi...I'm Malik." He said clearly, loud enough that he knew she would hear him speak, "Who are you?"
Startled by it all she couldn't help but leap backwards at his coming so close. Fur bristling she straightened up and regarded him with astonishment.
This, this 'Malik' was quite awkward. After a moment her eyes narrowed slightly and she said placidly, "Hello.."
She had noticed him come closer, but it had never occured to her that he would come this close. Best to get away from him. But, it wouldn't hurt to prod a bit first. "I'm Meskeet. Where is your pack my new friend?" How wretched the word tasted, even to one so young. Luckily the pup had no problems keeping her opinions inside these days.
Malik watched in slight confusion as Meskeet leapt backward at his leap forward, was she truly not used to others approaching her in such a manor? Or perhaps...she didn't trust others. Her eyes narrowed and looked into his own, holding within them secrets he doubted he would ever learn.
Malik was confused by her use of the word friend, and use of it so quickly, at least with meeting Echo they had some contact, and he knew for a fact she was friend, and posed no threat to him, for she was a friend...but what was Meskeet doing...or planning within her mind.
"By the shore most likely..." Malik stated calmly, watching her carefully. He wouldn't go into too many details, in case she was from an opposing pack of Phib's, Phib had not yet told him of any enemies of the, but Malik wouldn't just go blabbing off everyone's whereabouts in exact detail to Meskeet.
"What about you Meskeet?" Malik said, now with a distant gleam in his eyes, a change of persona it seemed if you looked into the crimson color close enough, "Where is your pack?Or do you travel alone?" he asked, tail swaying evenly.
A smile wasn't even attempted. Malik likely wasn't an idiot. A shame if you thought about it, but atleast not a waste. Of course, a solid opinion had yet to be formed, and Meskeet thrived upon details.
By the shore, how bland. Helpful none the less. How many packs were situated by shores? With her luck all of them. A sour tide turned in her mind and she accepted it would take a good deal of careful prodding to draw anything from him.
With a face that mirrored pain and sadness she looked down pitifully. "I have a pack...I was with my mother. But she died and so did my brother..I got to far behind to keep up with my pack." Her remorse was quite authentic and she hoped it would work.
Malik watches Meskeet from the stone, listening to her words, she was hiding something, he was sure of it,two pups from his birthpack would constantly pester him and try to pry into secrets Malik was supposed to never tell. But what would Meskeet want to know? And...why would she want to know something? She was from a pack, perhaps her pack and his pack were not on good terms?
The words spoken about losing her mother and brother made images of Malik's family fly through his mind, she stated her mother and brother had died and passed on, Malik only knew he was separated, possibly abandoned by his pack. But was Meskeet's story true? Malik was not sure.
His crimson eyes watched her, tail not swaying anymore, just high, keeping his balance, this area of the river was not as wide, he was sure if he jumped, he'd be only a few feet from the other side, then he could see how Meskeet would react, see what her true colors were behind her words, in case she was trying to deceive Malik.
Malik crouched down and leapt forward from the stone, crashing into the river water beneath him, but he quickly swyung his arms and pushed forward from the current, his paws touching the mud and stones beneath the water's surface. He stepped out from the water, shaking his fur to have the water fall from it, not to weigh him down. Not he was a mere few feet from Meskeet, his tail swaying, eyes fixated on hers,
"I was separated from my pack...and couldn't find them. But another wolf took me into his pack..." Malik then tilted his head, nose memorizing Meskeet's scent, "Why are you so far out here Meskeet?"
She must have touched on something, she noticed, as his tail stopped its ridiculous gestures. Some satisfaction was found in this, but she doubted he'd believed her. Pity. Of course, it wasn't like he could really harm her.
As he drew still closer Meskeet began to become annoyed. Distance was preference. Backing up yet again she only took a few paces back so as to put more room between them. He got lost, how touching. Honestly now.
Exasperation was dominating, as she wasn't fully awake enough even now to be angery. "I think I'd have better luck finding them if I'm near water. What do you think?" I think I'd have better luck chasing this thing to the other side of the river where it came from. Phantom would be so mad. She glanced behind her out of the corner of her eye.
Malik watched her step back again, perhaps she was told by her new packmates, or pack alpha to be wary of others...still, to act in such a way when still so young confused Malik as he watched with a cimrson gaze. Her story expression faded, which made Malik believe that perhaps it was untrue, and his eyes narrowed a bit watching her, he hated to be taken advantage of, in any circumstance.
But to be found by your pack by water did seem sensible, yet her packmates would be able to pick up her scent...but perhaps she wasn't too keen on finding them, thus looking for them by water...how odd.
"I don't know..." Malik said honestly, taking a few steps towards her, trying to lessen the gap between them, "It is not my place to decide how its best for you to find your pack...only you can answer that." Malik stated with ease, watching her.
She seemed to be inwardly thinking something, and Malik caught the quick glance Meskeet gave behind her, perhaps she was hoping someone wouldn't see her? Or see him with her? How odd...so many questions unanswered, yet Malik wished for all of them to be answered.
"Why do you seem so nervous...out of place Meskeet?" Malik asked honestly, "Certainly someone like you should have no need to be that way..." Malik tilted his head and watched her for a moment, "If you don't mind my asking..." Malik asked, trying to be polite, "Who is your pack alpha?"
Questions had been wonderful to pelt others with, but now as they were being asked to her she decided she didn't like them anymore. Malik was brimming with questions and none of them would be taken with simply answers. She gave up trying to avoid close contact with him. He justed seemed to be unable to take the hint.
With even less satisfaction than she was getting out of the rest of this conversation she mentally cursed this male for daring to make assumptions about her. Decidedly ignoring them she answered the one she felt had greater odds of him not fully recognizing. "My alpha is Phantom."
How many alphas could this pup know?
"Phantom?" Malik asked with a sort of dazed expression for a moment. He did notice she ignored and failed to acknowledge his previous questions, but what was he to expect? He couldn't get every asnwer he wanted. Finally Meskeet had not taken a step back, perhaps she was becoming more accustom to being around him.
"I haven't heard of him before..." Malik stated truthfully, but he did not mean it in a disrepectful way. His father would tell him stories of other packs, alphas, but always failed to give a name...possibly a hidden intention his father had. So that Malik would not pre-judge others too quickly. Though Malik felt odd, in the back of his head, his encounter with Echo was fun-filled, amusing as well. He made a new friend out of the random meeting, but with Meskeet, things seem to pass by and develope at a much slower pace.
He tilted his head and watched her, crimson eyes holding a somewhat undistinguishable trait, was he doing something wrong? Had he done something wrong that now Meskeet now didn't want to have a friendship develope between them?
"Have I done something wrong?" Malik asked openly, he wished to know, to fix it for next time..if there was a next time.
Meskeet was absolute dazed. He was acting like a .. like a puppy. And that was just confusing. Unfortunately she was too busy puzzling it out to bother to mask her surprise.
She and Audi avoided each other as much as possible. Her early days were spent with an adolescent. Nobody cared how you felt. That must be why Malik was so weird. After all, he had to be a liar. If he was truly this way then why would he be alone?
Edgily she made to leave. It was just too weird.
Malik when something didn't seem right, seemed to always place the blame on himself, he was constantly told by others pups in his birth-pack that he was always the cause of trouble or something not going smoothly. Yet Meskeet didn't answer, she just turned to walk away. Malik ears perked up, and he stood straight up now, tail high, crimson gaze watching her, if she wouldn't answer him freely, then perhaps he could play another game.
He padded along side of her then cut quickly in front of her, stepping in front of her path, his eyes met hers,
"Why don't you answer? Why don't you speak or ask statements or questions that flutter through your mind Meskeet." His paws stamped on the ground, creating little indents on the ground beneath him, "What have I done wrong?" Malik asked again, this time more sternly, it was just him and Meskeet out here, but his voice did not hold any anger towards her, just frustration.
Meskeet had partially expected such a move and her eyes narrowed while her ears were still up. What was the point in talking to him? At his persistance she did just as she had with his advancing nearer, she gave in.
Fur bristled only with a flustered feeling she decided the only to get away from him would be to give him what he wanted. But what did he want? A whole life story? Geez!
"They are opinions, opinions mean nothing. And no one likes anyone rambling on about nothing. Why are you here? Who took you in? What is the name of your alpha? Why does it matter that I not share every little bit with you? Is this what you'd like to hear?" She realized just how little talking she ever did anymore and hoped this would be enough to satisfy him.
Malik watched her for a moment and listened to her words, she seemed so bitter for being at the age she appeared as. He sighed and stepped out of her way and started heading back to the crossing where the stone was, but he stopped right beside her, glancing over his shoulder to speak,
"I just thought there was something more..." his statement could've been taken in several ways, perhaps even insulting Meskeet, he even wondered if an insult would effect her in anyway.
"You must have been through a lot...to become how you are..." he continued, tail swaying a little bit now, "I was separated from my family...possibly even abandoned, but I don't appear as bitter as others would be..." he said, indirectly associated Meskeet into that little statement, "I was found, and now live out here, where I've been accepted into a pack. I wonder what you had been through to make you act how you do..."
He then turned from her, perhaps another insult some, even most wolves would take as an insult, to turn your back on another. Assumptions would be made of Meskeet, for her nature was different than he had ever seen in a pup. He padded forward, ears listening to see if she would make any movement towards him, or if she would say anything. If not, this meeting between the two was short, and could be found as meaningless, Malik hated to have wasted time...but perhaps he hadn't.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:30 pm
Some ill feelings surfaced in the pup and she glared at still feeling them. She didn't know how to be nice about it all, but she had to do something she supposed.
Turning towards him she slunk to his side. "I might as well see whoever it is that's making you so chipper." He seemed to have had a difficult life, but ehn again, who hadn't? In her mind the only thing that mattered was'he's been on my side, I get to go on his.'
A deeper question was about his alpha. Meskeet had never directly heard Phantom talking about a pack so close, and there was likely reason to that. Perhaps Malik could prove some use beside critiquing her.
Malik stopped before stepping into the river's rishing current, so she did respond to his movements after all, now she was interested in who was taking him in? Interesting.
"Phib..." something about saying his name gave Malik an odd sense of.... pride was it? He was happy to have been taken into a pack, and Phib seemed like a great alpha from what Malik had seen with his own two crimson eyes. "He allowed me to join his pack."
Malik wondered if Phib knew of Phantom, and if they were on good terms. But he wasn't sure, perhaps Meskeet would show some sign of emotion that would give a hint. The river's current seemed rougher now, the sun in the middle of teh sky, beating down on both in the woods. Perhaps this meeting with Meskeet would be prolonged, if she decided to ask more, but nothing was for certain now.
Phib. Phib Phib Phib. Phantom had to know him. It was unquestionable. The fact that her alpha had said nothing supported no idea of friendship. She kept the same face. Consorting with the enemy. How interesting.
"He sounds like a grand wolf. Does he do that often?" This was much more engaging than her usual daily events. Sad to admit.
"I don't know...I haven't been around these parts for very long..." Malik said watching her, Phantom had to have some sense of who Phib was. Malik would be sure to ask Phib of Phantom and his pack later...perhaps Meskeet wasfrom an opposing pack? Possible...it was possible.
"Phib has shown me kindess that for a little while...I had forgotten existed." Malik sat at the edge of the river, now facing Meskeet more, "What is your pack like? That is...if you want to answer another "rambling on-going question" " Malik said with a slight grin.
Meskeet did not grin in return. For a moment she wondered how best to phrase it. They had unlimited freedom and little purpose save for when Phantom wanted to teach them something. He seemed to be working towards a goal and Meskeet was excited to reach it.
They seemed to be constantly growing in size. She'd caught scent of another pup, but had yet to become aquainted. Competition existed among the younger ones, and Voodoo seemed the most vocal of the lot.
"We have a big cat."
Malik tilted his head in a sort of shock,
"A cat?" how strange, for a pack of wolves to have...a cat. Malik wasn't very fond of the larger cats that dwelled in the forests, the mountain lions in the northern mountains he especially was not fond of.
This was new to him, having a conversation with a pup such as Meskeet, but something about her character intrigued Malik, and made him want to find out more, but he wouldn't pester her. It was nice, to meet others, even others like Meskeet.
She nodded. After all, every member of Phantom's band likely had atleast one flaw in them, be it insane or being a bug eater. The cat helped detract from things it seemed. An eye drawer. Silly for one like Oki.
"There is an omega with the darkest pelt you'll ever see, and eyes as bright as the sun." Meskeet felt no need to go into detail on any of them. Retsu was probably the last one she would mention. "And yours?"
"I've only met two of my newof my new pack...everyone else must be off doing something....Phib has a dark belt with striking eyes, and I met his mate as well, Amelie, she'squite nice, and has a lighter gray pelt." Malik realized how little of his pack he knew, perhaps he had forgotten a few thing in the back of his mind which he couldn't place. He hoped to meet the rest of his pack soon. Malik's tailed swayed back and forth a bit as he sat, the sun now heading towards the horizon line.
She had never had any intention to move towards them, although for some while the forest had been fluctuating with thoughts, and at this, the height of the day, she had been overflowing with them. Random ideas, connections with no meanings and words without sound- all of this congested, as she slowly walked. Late getting back to Phib for dinner, and he would be concerned soon. But through this, she had become faintly aware of a familiar presence somewhere in the distance. That young child Phib had brought from the sea? She knew that wasn�t the story, but she liked the phrase. From the sea- from the distance he had walked, she supposed he might have been.
Tension was what clouded Am�lie's eyes as she slowly approached, and from some amount of thought, realized that Malik was not too far off from Phantom's lands now. She did not carry her mate's opinion of the male, even though through Phib's eyes she had seen the ghostly alpha threaten her life if Phib did not keep his nose out of their business. Phib had not, it seemed, but Am�lie was pleased. She'd like to speak to the male again sometime. Such cruelty, but her heart only felt sorrow for him. He had been frank to her in regards to approaching arrival to Kaho, and for this, had earned a bit of perhaps undeserved trust from the female.
This did not mean, however, that her ideology applied to Malik, and she knew that the last thing either packs would enjoy would be a skimmerish between the traipsing of children. And so, the blind female approached, her body placidly smooth and her wide blue eyes glistening in the faint light allowed in through the trees. Strange thoughts, nervous thoughts, childish thoughts- they made her heart fall. What she'd give for children of her own, yet fate would not allow...
She stepped from beside a small berry bush and descended the path towards them, somewhat awkwardly as she moved. "Hello little ones," She spoke affectionately.
Malik turned his head, the voice familiar, crimson eyes seeing the familiar figure of Amelie. His tail swayed a bit more now, out of happiness to see her. Malik peered at Meskeet, seeing if she had met Amelie before as well. Malik trotted up to Amelie and then walked by her side as they both came closer to Meskeet now. He snickered in his mind, and wondered how Meskeet would act now that Amelie was in the presence of both now.
Meskeet started at the sound of another and looking to Am�lie's location she couldn't help but wonder if there were a dozen more crouching in bushes.
The voice itself was as kind as the words and suspiscion arose once more in Meskeet. It was a member of the pack Malik was in, she smelled similar to him in that regard. Wouldn't it just figure.
It could have been a trap. No one was as nice as this wolf's essence seemed, and the thought occured to Meskeet that this could have been planned. Taking a step backwards she eyed both Malik and this new comer.
Malik tilted his head and watched Meskeet back up a bit...just like before. What was running through her mind...did she think harm would come to her...could be possible. For any young wolf to have more than one wolf from another pack could be quite troubling. Malik smiled, but laughed in his mind to think fo how Meskeet would act if Phib randomly showed up looking for Amelie, then it would be three from one pack...one from another, how interesting that would be.
"Amelie, I'm sorry if I wandered too far, I was just...curious, trying to get used to the area around here." Malik hoped he wouldn't get in trouble for his random advanture. he wondered if Phib would be agitated at all. "I met Meskeet while I wandered..." Malik finished.
Although all this went on beyond Am�lie's darkened sight, she felt a bubble of concern- and perhaps fear, fall from the small She. It was the kind of feeling she got from children often, so she did not poke further and find that the young wolf was worried about a trap. It was not the first time children were afraid of her, either for her eyes or peculiar ways- so it was common enough for her to dismiss it as that. "Soft, soft-" She spoke, quietly as she sat, lowering herself down so even the small wolf did not seem so large to the pups. "Hello Malik, Meskeet."
It was hard to say where she knew the other female's name from- either she had heard it before the last time they had met, or someone from her pack had said it, or perhaps she simply bubbled it up out of nothing. But she said it none the less, and kept herself as soft sounding as possible. It was only then that a random image fluttered through her mind, causing her to turn her head peculiarly to the side as though she gazed into something. "No worries loves... how are you?"
"Wandering?" She smiled, and gently swayed her tail. "Do not be troubled, I am walking too, yes? Phib will not be pleased, but sometimes you don't always do what makes Phib happy. He gets cranky, but that's how he always is." She spoke lightly, her voice a bit whimsical as she spoke.
Malik looked towards Meskeet for a moment, to see how she was reacting to Amelie being near. She hadn't said anything yet, it saddened Malik a bit. He then turned to Amelie and smiled, tail swaying back and forth happily, knowing that he wouldn't get in too much trouble for wandering. It wouldn't be unusual for Phib to get angry at pointless wandering, even if Malik only meant to get to know his surroundings better...but Phib was alpha, and would have a right to get agitated.
It only took a moment for dozens of observations to form in her mind and build assumptions about the situation. The adult didn't seem the capable to attack, and she doubted whether Malik could harm anything, even if he wanted to.
Am�lie was interesting. She acted in a peculiar manner and Meskeet ignored Malik as she observed the other female. Hearing her name had only fed her curiosity and now she was content to simply watch. Phib, the alpha. How surprising that one such as she woud not mind disobeying the alpha. Almost, funny.
Malik watched as Meskeet basically ignored him. He sighed andhe sat up straight, his chest puffed out a little. Meskeet was truly annoying him, and he contemplated in his mind whether or not to pounce on her, or simply tackle her into the water. But with Amelie here, Malik restrained himself. Though his mind was having a grand time imagining Meskeet falling into the water and throwing a fit.
Meskeet did however seem a bit more calm, possibly realizing she was quite safe, Amelie was very kind, and wouldn't hurt Meskeet...though Malik wished in the back of his mind to side tackle her, just to see what her reaction would be.
Oh, and Am�lie was notorious for giving Phib grey hairs, if only the two children knew. The idea that this amused her bubbled up, and she couldn�t help but gently giggle. Some perhaps did not see the relationship that was between them- she was his consort, not his partner in the pack. She did not carry any position over omega, the silly small female- and yet, she had quite a bit of power in the pack functions as well. Perhaps it was something she had weaseled from all of them through love- or perhaps, something more. But she kept that to herself, and instead, smiled affectionately at the two pups. With no words from either of them, she felt important to reiterate her response.
"I would not worry about him. If he gets angry, it's only because he worries. He'll be angry at me before you, so no worries, yes?" She chuckled softly, and wriggled her tail. The silence of Meskeet was interesting- but she barred herself from prodding. She had to keep herself under hold. It wasn�t just that she felt that her abilities could be a seduction into a lust for power- but she truly did not wish to pry into the minds of children. She loved them too much, even if they saddened her. But they saddened her only because she loved them.
"He has said my name, I am thinking." Am�lie spoke, now to Meskeet, although with her blind eyes it was somewhat hard to tell. "But, I am Am�lie. I have seen you before, I remember. How is Phantom?" Seen, perhaps ironically, but she knew no better word.
It was the thoughts of Malik, however, that suddenly interrupted her thoughts. She blinked and arched her ears, and with the side of her paw gently tapped the side of Malik's chest in silent scold, as he sat before her. She could not give him a look for her eyes did not train, but she did look somewhat sympathetic. It would not be good for him to be hurting Meskeet- now that, was something Phib would get cranky over.
It was all taken to memory and Meskeet was pondering on her idea that Am�lie was blind when she was actually addressed. She didn't recall seeing this female, but she could have been tired at the time and that would explain things. Phantom though. "As fine as one like him could ever be. Still plotting secretly." If she knew Phantom then she would surely know his scheming air.
At the touch to Malik Meskeet could only wonder what he'd done. No move had been made that she could see. How curious it all was.
Malik felt a tap on his chest as he watched Amelie speak, her tap had been right after his thoughts of tackling Meskeet. He tilted his head and watched her with a type of confused stare...did she know what he was thinking? How awkward. But perhaps Amelie's action was for the better, if Phib would not be so angered over wandering...he would be angry over him doing harm to another pup...even if it was for fun. Doing harm to a pup of another pack could cause a threat to Phib and his pack, that was truly the last thing Malik wished to do.
Amelie seemed to know Phantom, Meskeet's alpha, Malik wished to know what he looked like...and how his relations with Phib and Amelie were. But Malik would not pry now, Amelie, Malik believed, was trying to break the ice, the silence that separated Meskeet from them. It seemed to work, Meskeet mentioning Phantom..and his...plotting? How interesting.
The small female chuckled, and nodded her head. "I imagine so." She remarked. Men! She didn�t take it so much that Phantom was Phantom, but she knew Phib enjoyed his bit of scheming as well. So she decided to attribute it to testosterone. Secretly, she had to think Phib enjoyed the fact that he had a spat with someone in the woods. He liked the conflict. Although he certainly wouldn�t want Malik involving himself in it, although that would not directly be the reason for any anger over the motions. It was in Phib's opinion, that males shouldn�t ever use force against females. It earned him marks for being either noble, or chauvinistic, depending on how one saw it. "They like their secrets, I think." She remarked, and nodded her head.
"And you- both of you? Are you well?"
The wind blew gently and Malik peered to the side, seeing a stone half burried by dirt, but it seemed to have a cool surface, the sun though setting, was making it a bit hot out for him. He padded over to it and layed down on it, it was only maybe three feet from where Amelie was currently, but he could hear both Amelie and Meskeet fine from where he was.
"I am good..." he said, tail flicking to the side as the water rushed beside him, he peered towards Meskeet now. This was an interesting little get together, learning things of Meskeet's pack Malik would probably have to wait a while to know. Though he still wanted to know what a soaked Meskeet would appear as, at this thought Malik chuckled in his mind. He knew the look in her eyes would be priceless.
The question was harmless enough, but Meskeet didn't see much use in an answer. After all, this female was new to her, so it couldn't be much more than a charming attempt to continue conversation.
Phantom probably did like his secrets. The pup liked hers too. With a slight shrug to her shoulders she waited to see if anything important would slip to her ears. She'd notted the expression of Malik at the tap and grew still more suspicious of the small Am�lie.
Am�lie could not see the shrug of the small female, although somewhere she felt the slight brush off of the comment. The female considered this for a moment and flicked her ears. A darkness to this one... but why? Why children? Was it Phantom, or something fate had already decided? Or would it yet be fixed? She was not the kind of seer to make predictions, so she did not try. The future was a realm she did not dabble in. But she felt, however, she would have further meetings with her at some later point. Although she knew not why. Could she even see, perhaps, that this might be a future enemy? Not that Am�lie would ever believe it, or swallow it. She loved everyone too much to hate. She did not even hate the one who had left torn her eyes.
But she respected Meskeet's silence, and simply nodded her head. "That is good." She responded, and brimmed. "Such times, I think."
Malik watched the two converse with eachother and he rolled over onto his side andwatched them both, the tip of his tail dipped into the river at his side. Meskeet as an odd one, he had already pinpointed that in his mind. His ears flicked forward as he listened to Amelie speak. Yet she seemed as to be suffering an internal battle of questions, just as he had before.
Malik's mind wandered,thinking of what it would be like if he hadn't found this place, and Phib hadn't shown him kindness. He doubted that any other pack would've accepted him in, Malik could be seen as too young or weak, his expression faded a bit...perhaps a weakness in him was what drove his family to not look for him. Despite these thoughts Malik tried to pay attention, constantly looking back and forth between Amelie and Meskeet.
Meskeet watched Malik now. She'd caught a glance towards her and eyes narrowed at him. He was up to something. Splendid. Whatever it was he was conjuring up the pup was sure she could destroy it all with one leap. Idiotic little thing.
This female though, she was sure, was full of words of wisdom and things Meskeet had never dreampt of. Such times. What was meant by that? Things would be changing, if not in the short future. Then what would be said? Nothing that mattered.
So quiet the children! There was a battle going on between them and they had no words for it. Am�lie smiled, and shifted her ears. "Such serious children." She spoke, in her best mock-serious expression. "No words for Am�lie- only mischief, I imagine, yes? It's important not to fight. Even if you do not like the person."
Malik ears perked up and his crimson gaze turned towards Amelie. She was right, so quiet, not speaking, how rude of him towards Amelie. He stood and trotted over to sit next to Amelie,
"I'm sorry for being so quiet, just a lot of things..." he glanced towards Meskeet then back to Amelie, "are on my mind is all." he now said smiling, tail swaying back and forth. He nuzzled Amelie's cheek a bit and smiled up at her blue eyes.
Amelie's words were true, sometimes fighting wasn't teh best answer. Though in this case, he could take Meskeet...though he wouldn't fight, striking a female no matter what the reason was a considerable sin of an act...thats what his father had told him, so Malik knew he'd never harm a female, if he could help it. His tail swayed back and forth, curling up against Amelie's once in a while.
She could gag. She really could. Meskeet was sure the food in her stomach was begging to come up. Rolling her eyes at Malik she remained silent. The pup saw no need to speak. Malik was doing enough for the both of them. She saw his glance back towards her and did her best to glare for the short moments he was looking.
"Fighting is important though."
Am�lie flicked her deadened eyes in the direction of Meskeet's voice. A ping in her head. She had felt this once before, but it was peculiar. No other minds pinged back at her when she absorbed thoughts. Was it just random that some fought back? She would try again, except like with the silver female, she no longer wished to bother a mind which brought such a reaction.
"It is no worries." Am�lie smiled towards Malik. "But- fighting is not so important, I think. I have seen too much of it to know it's pointless." She remarked, almost a bit solemnly. "You fight and fight and fight, and it's like drowning. Except instead of water you breathe in hate. And it makes it so you think that you need to always breathe hate, and you never breathe again." Perhaps that was not puppy related thoughts, but Ame occassionally was known for such tangents.
Amelie's words had a lot of truth in them, Malik felt sort of sadenned hearing she had seen a lot of fighting, and obviously hate. Malik had heard stories from his father of fights and wounds, losses and gains. Yet with every gain someone would loose something, whether it had been an area or a mate, or gained a scar. His eyes watched Meskeet, he wondered what she thought, and why she was always so bitter, but he figured he would probably never know the reason. His tail merelyflicked now and then watching Meskeet and Amelie.
This was not right. Naturally loses were to be expected, but generally there was a victor. "But if you fight for a cause? Someone's cause will always be hateful to their opponent, but to their allies it is not so." She believed Am�lie, to an extent. She must just not of understood, fighting is necessary. If it wasn't, it wouldn't have continued to happen for so long. When methods fail you try a new one, obviously fighting couldn't have failed so much.
Am�lie couldn't be right. It was as simple as that. Phantom supported it well enough, and Phantom was the only one who knew everything about anything.
Am�lie frowned, and knew this was a conversation that would have no end, for it dealt with children who would not so easily change their opinions, nor comprehend the matter. "Who is to say what cause is the right cause? There can never be fighting, not even for good reasons. Sometimes it is forced, and you do what you must. But it will never be necessary or right, or natural. Even those with good reasons... too easy to loose your way. Life has too many turns, and then it all falls." She squinted her brow, as if she was pondering something more then this, or perhaps, had some sand in her eye. "But enough of that. Such children, no worries of fighting." She smiled.
Malik's ears twitched to the side, as he sat and watched Amelie and Meskeet bicker of fighting, Meskeet was a very odd pup, very grumpy and bitter from what he had seen so far.
"Amelie..." Malik said turning his attention to his packmate, "So you know Meskeet's alpha?" possibly a dumb question, but he asked none the less, "What's he like?" he asked her almost silently as his nose scrunched up. Malik believed he'd find even more answers of Meskeet and her pack alpha through Amelie, since the brown pelted pup seemed to not like answering questions...or having a long discussion for that matter.
Meskeet's ears went down and she caught herself wishing death on Malik. It surprised her, but she found reasons to support the idea. What busy of his was it what her alpha was like? The rat. But then..maybe it would be a good thing. Maybe he would be told accurately and he'd come to fear what he rightly should.
Yes, she silently urged Am�lie, tell him. Tell him all he wants to know, and tell him truthfully, so that he might not think himself so strong and untouchable.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:31 pm
Part 4 Meskeet and Ryukkii. 
Of all the days Ryukkii had bad days, which, was most days on a given basis, today was one of the rare good days. She had actually caught food on her own today, and she was hot with the satisfied lust of blood. True- she much rather get others to do her work for her, like that silly male had been doing. But now and then she liked to remind herself that she wasn�t completely falling apart. She was, actually, but to hell with that. She'd caught her own damn food. Now she could just say she got people to do it for the hell of it.
Ryukkii preferred when she did things without reason. The reason for her lack of reason was long, and mostly in the jargon of her fanatic mind- but when she did things randomly and without reason, then the effects of her manipulations were more apparent. Too hard to keep track of the ripples unless she dropped the rock. And even worse when it was someone else rock dropping. And she hated that analogy, so she dropped it with a snort.
Despite her pleasantly bizarre behavior, feeling better or not she still looked like she had been run over a few times with the back end of a plow. Some fur was attempting to grow back through her burned portions, and she hadn�t plucked it out. It gave her the haunting (or, comical) appearance of being mange ridden. Ryukkii hadn�t decided if that was something she enjoyed or not.
The grey female yawned, and gave a slight hop down a stone. Before her lay a field and further, blacker mountains. She had been doing nothing as of late, but that would soon need to change. She felt like bothering Am�lie (or, whatever the hell her name was). Unfortunately, she couldn�t summon her from the earth, so some poor fool would have to do for now. She did like her sister though. Only she had the right kind of backwards logic to keep the banter going for longer then nessisary. Say whatever she wanted- Ryukkii knew that when it came down to it, they were not all that different.
Bursting from the brush Meskeet lept after a rabbit as scraggly as she had been becoming. Phantom had yet to teach her how hunt these over-grown squirrels but that was no reason for her to starve while waiting.
If the darned thing wasn't as brown as the dust it kicked up she might have noticed when it suddenly disappeared. Since she hadn't she ran right past the homely hole in the grass and continued on until she stood before a cluster of trees.
Glancing back she retraced her steps and glowered down into the hole. It reeked of rabbit. Damned little things.
With a snort the gangly female lowered her head to the ground and began to try again. Patience had been a greatly lacked quality as a pup, but in the solitude of the Phantom's lot it was quickly learned.
Her stomach tumbled into itself as she watched the retreating rabbit hole from the corner of her eye. But a large black beetle standing warily infront of her nose made her grimace. Stepping on it with a good portion of her weight she held her nose high as slimy substances oozed from under the shell. Oogie Boogie may eat bugs, but she never would.
It was ironic for the grey female to come to scene just as the small brown female was crushing a beetle. Hadn't she just spoken to that silly harlequin pup about her being a squashed bug? A low chuckle cut from her throat. Perhaps he'd be an interesting fellow as an adult. She so did miss a good word play. Most creatures were too dumb for that kind of thing.
But the metaphor aside, the female didn�t seem all to please with the bug's juices flooding between her toes. "Well now, love." Ryukkii spoke, her voice oddly light and gentle for such a wicked looking and minded creature. "What a silly face." The female drawled, her muzzle crinkling with a peculiar smile. "I think it's quite dead, you might as well move that little foot before it bubbles in your toes."
It was startling, but not enoug for her to jump, when the brown pelted adolescent saw a grey female infront of her. Even more startling was her resemblance to Am�lie. But it couldn't be Am�lie. She was darker, and looked sickly.
Her frown faded, relieved by this female's appearance, but her mind still held an edging suspicion. As usual.
Holding her head a little higher she stepped aside to leave the dead bug be.
Ryukkii blinked ineffectually, and arched her brow. For all that she did loom, she hadn�t gotten a creature to simply not respond to her. Of course, there was always the shock and the staring- she was used to that. In fact, she often planned any sort of meeting with new wolves with due time to allow them to oogle her for a few moments. But moments passed and the female moved her paw off the bug, and Ryukkii had a hard time telling if she was aghast, or simply too foolish to make out words. "A quiet girl." She remarked with a snort. "Little concern for silence, my dear, but you let me make up my own mind about you. Better to let you ruin my opinion of you, rather then me, eh?"
She hobbled from the rock, her body twitching somewhat in pain as she did. She was feeling better, but that did not mean it wasn�t just a lull. Stiffly, the female took a breath, and flicked her tongue against the end of her paw. This female smelt familiar.
This would have been the time to shurg her shoulders, but Meskeet saw no use in it. "Unless your ruined opinion was not very good to begin with."
How strange, yet she was used to these sort of wolves by now. This one, still, was slightly impresive with her raged state and Meskeet silently noted patches that had been bald but were now starting to get sprouts of hair. Whoever this was, they weren't too lazy.
"Ah, probably not." Ryukkii remarked softly with a grin. "But such a silly child. Not to care what some stranger thinks of you? What a reputation! No wonder the rabbit won't come out for you." She added, glancing towards the dark hole. Rabbits amused her. They were perhaps the one creature she had decided fit only as food in this world. Deer kept down grass population. Rabbits? Rabbits did nothing but filled bellies. They lived and died short little lives, reproducing thousands if they wanted to. How wonderful! For a creature to only need one purpose. And people, well, Ame, believed in endless good. In the end, what good did that mindset do for one little rabbit? It was all going to end one way anyways.
Meskeet saw no connection between rabbits and reputations. Positively none. "And if I should never see this stranger again? Why then would I be bothered by their thoughts?"
The brown female had a feeling she'd see a bit more of this stranger though. It still wouldn't make much of a difference.
"Because it's the people who never see you who are the most easily fooled to how you are. See a person once, and they get one picture of you. You can make it what you want them to think. They never see you again- but you're forever as that one person- and if it is correct, you do it to your advantage. Who is to say who is you will meet and who you won't?" Ryukkii shifted her tail to the side with a grin. "Much easier to be who you really are in person, and give others a totally different farse. Opinions are everything. Those who say they are have simple minds."
"And it's quite obvious that you are far from a simple mind. Be opinions as they may, aren't actions more helpful with giving someone a particular impression. One such as you I'd imagine is quite good at leaving certain impressions."
Impressions were important, but she felt in no mood to impress or make a fool of herself. Opinions, opinions change. Hardly ever constant.
"Pah, don't patronize me." Ryukkii remarked simply. "Argue yourself. How long until you�re an adult, girl?" It couldn�t have been that long- although Ryukkii was rather short in stature herself, so it was sometimes hard to tell. "Actions, actions make opinions as much as words do. They can be stronger depending on what you're better with. And sometimes, you make impressions without doing anything. Much better then, to act faster then the other mind can think, eh?"
The retched looking female frowned, and looked away. "But, it doesnt really matter. Take it for what you will, or do not. Rabbit doesnt seem to care."
"Not so far now. But I suppose it's been a while since you had the benefits of youth huh Ryukkii? Aw well, clever one like you doesn't need to do the work." She watched her carefully. Perhaps antagonizing would be required to if she insisted on carrying on as a harmless creature.
It was obvious she wasn't.
A low chuckle flooded across her throat. "Ah, youth would like to think that such a thing as I could never befall a young creature? I won't tell you my age then, my dear, but I have not seen many more summers then you have." She drawled, and twitched. "I'm only who I appear to be. And if I appear otherwise, well, then my opinion has been carried through."
"Much work in being clever." The grey creature continued, her eyes locking on the dark rabbit hole. She was getting oddly lecturing. But, she had always been a talker. Interesting though, if the other female wanted to rile her somewhat. Perhaps the idea of her being dangerous was all apart of her own manipulations anyways.
Meskeet almost snorted at that. In truth the other looked like she'd die any day.
"Clever enough to catch the rabbit?" A meal would be welcomed about now, and Ryukkii didn't look very appetizing. She stepped further aside so as not to be in the grey female's way. A small laugh echoed in the back of her mind that a few more falls and the poor thing wouldn't be around to care who leaves what sort of opinions.
For a moment, just briefly, a look of hot anger fell across the female's face. True, she had caught her own food just recently- but that alone had been an odd occurrence. She was still stiff from the hunt, and she knew better then to press her body further then it needed to. She had always been a cripple- she knew what she could take. And a hunt wasn�t one of those things, and she had it on rather good opinion that this female probably realized this. But there was still another trick to play, for the rabbit was in a hole.
Three ways to go about it. She didn�t like the idea of this female catching her in her own attempt to keep up a general opinion about herself. And weakness was not one of the images she liked to portray. "Poor hungry wolf. You'll bite at the mouth, I'd imagine." She drawled, and strolled up to the hole.
She was moving now, so of course, she'd have to go through with it. Rabbit hole, yes. Her mind buzzed. It had another door. But it was still in the hole. Was the other exit blocked? If it was, the rabbit would be pressed against it.
Ryukkii hobbled off the mound, and took a few long steps down the side. Nothing sounded from the ground, and she crossed the side, her nose prickling. So now, rabbit? Where was the other exit?
It was rather far, or at least- far for a rabbit. The hole curved to the left, which she wouldn�t have been able to guess if it wasn�t for the scent of droppings in one corner which led her to it. Some earth had indeed been moved on top of it.
With a swoop, the female sat, and glanced back at the other wolf. Did she even know rabbits kept two holes? Amusing, children were. "But my dear, as amusing as you must find yourself- i'll care little to hunt for you. But, I'll scare the rabbit towards you, if you think yourself fast enough to grab."
Meskeet nodded. "Why not?"
Normally she avoided company at all costs, especially those who were not part of her pack. Conversation was unthinkable. This intrugued her though. Especially this female.
Placing herself about half a foot from the mouth of the hole she angled her body to one side were she wouldn't be to obvious. Her neck was arched and ready to snap shut. Her ears were pricked and alert for sound of the escaping rabbit.
Her mind quivered in anticipation. Smart wolf, she should have known a rabbit would have two holes.
Ryukkii nodded her head, and slowly walked to the side. Clever rabbit, but it was it's own fault for not fixing it's hole. What could she do for it now? Although Ryukkii knew nothing of evolution- she understood survival of the fittest (if not ironically), very well.
It started slow. Ryukkii sucked in breath, and held it, stepping to the side as she locked her eye upon the hole. Dirt covered it, but she knew that instinct would have the rabbit pressed against the wall- or if not there, very close. She leaned closer, and jerked, suddenly shoving her good paw into the dirt mound. Sure enough, her nails connected sharply with something smooth. And a shriek echoed from the den. It was hard to imagine a rabbit's cry- but they screamed noisily, and suddenly Ryukkii felt it vanish from her hand.
The rabbit turned, and barreled towards the exit of the den, running faster particularly when the other wolf stuck her nose in the den, just to show that the back was no longer it's hiding place. Nervously, the lapine spun, and ran towards the light-
The cry was loud to her ears and it would have been diffcult to miss the sound as the rabbit barreled through its hole. The female waited until she was sure the rabbit would be just about out before lunging foreward with her jaws open wide and closed them firmly upon the rabbi'ts stomach.
It squirmed and shrieked at began twisting around. Meskeet shook it, accidentally dropped it, grabbed it again quickly before it could completely scurry off, and crushed its skull.
As the dull crack reached her ears she dropped it and licked a few trickles of blood before glancing up to the grey female.
Once the rabbit was on it's way, the silver female hopped onto the girth of the land where the burrow was placed at, and slowly trotted forwards. A flinch had forced it's way from her shoulder when the child had dropped the rabbit- but luckily, instinct caught on fast enough for her to kill it before another opportunity for escape had appeared. "And there you go." The female slyly remarked, and skirted forward.
Meskeet grinned. It had been a while since she had grinned last, and it felt awkward. As quickly as it had come it left and she nosed about the carcas before placing a paw on the torso and yanking a leg.
It came loosely off and she lowered herself to the ground once more to gnaw at it. "You're as cunning as could be expected, Ryukkii."
Another low chuckle, but she was rather pleased- which for Ryukkii was saying a lot, so she chalked it up to indigestion. "Expected eh? Then I'm a bit off today." She quipped, although she didn�t mind the jibe. It was when people didn�t jab that she became annoyed. But, now with this female's belly becoming full, Ryukkii found her attentions drifting otherwise.
"But ah, now you have your rabbit, and I expect you'll manage another after this if my opinion is correct." She swished the end of her tail, and limped off the mound. "But I care little to keep my feet in one place. Makes them sore, you know." She drawled. "Good luck with your rabbits." The female thrummed a bit wickedly- but granted the demeanor of the other female, it was not meant to be cruel.
And with that, she ambled off- still no name attached to either of them, but in the end, Ryukkii doubted it would be the last she saw of any of them.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:32 pm
Part 5 Meskeet and Amélie.
Life was calm, and the world seemed gentle. The sky was clear and everything just seemed greener. Birds sung and does grazed. Bees buzzed happily about. And, of course, Meskeet found herself laying in the shade draped over the body of a rabbit.
A yawn, a stretch, and a glare was all it took before lazy eyes closed contently and the female lay her head down. This morning when she had woken up her stomach felt awkward. Hunger had been a first thought and had thus led to the kill of yet another rabbit. But the event itself was far easier than it had been when she'd run into Ryukkii.
Much to fail her satisfaction a full belly wasn't something her body seemed to want. Stomach churning her mind revisted some of her old questions and memories.
Where was Malady? While the drowned rat usually was able to scrounge up some bit of luck, it had been almost two full moons since Meskeet had seen her intricate cousin last. What a pain. The moron.
Xipetotec. Ah Xipetotec. Such the little leader. Something seemed off about him though, and Meskeet wondered if all the attacks on others he'd led were all honest play. Her nursing mate's image sent a shiver over her mind.
And of course, everyone's favorite, Mable. Had the useless thing died yet? It wouldn't be too surprising. It would, however, take some satisfaction from Xipetotec. Oh well. It wouldn't be the end of the world.
Peace and reflection would have easily been sustained had a nit wit bird not decided to build its dim wit nest in the tree above Meskeet. The wolf did her best to ignore the angry squabble and swooping but sometimes those fat feathered squirrels become just unbearable. A last angry dive and the dark pelted female casually pulled herself into a lazy stance. She slowly slunk off but of course it wasn't quick enough for the bird. A startling shriek rose into the adolescent's ears as the black bird darted at her head. Snapping upwards peevishly Meskeet nearly caught one of the dry and scratchy legs. To her surprise though she heard the flustered shout, "Pest!"
Jumping quickly around with her head anxiously darting among the trees and her eyes picked apart the elements of the shadows the female sought out the source of this unhappy cry. A shaming sound was detectable, but it seemed to come from above her. From the corner of her eye she noticed a black ball of feathers dart away.
Shaking her head and scowling once more Meskeet took some small delight in her appearance from the shadows scaring away the frolic of the creatures around her. Take what you can get.
Well; now that she had succeed in making Phib look like he was psychotic, the small female felt herself in rather good spirits. She would have felt sorry about it if he hadn’t shared her amusement, which put her considerably at ease. She always tried to be considerate of others and their minds– but sometimes she took a big liberty with her mate’s. She knew he didn’t always like it. She didn’t like it either...and yet.... it was addicting being always with him.
For now, Amélie had withdrawn, and moved somewhat haphazardly through the woods. Her mind was relaxed; save for what she needed to maneuver herself about the thickly wooded forest. It was a nice day, despite being miserably hot, and she followed the sweet smell of late blooming flowers.
The grey female turned a bit to the left, sliding behind a tall birch. From the left, a bird flew overhead- screaming at the top of it’s lungs. “Pest, pest!” It shrieked, and the blind wolf angled her head sheepishly forward.
“What?” She remarked. “Hush now- I am not doing anything to you.” She spoke with a soft smile, before turning from it. Whatever had bothered it seemed to linger in faint trails, and she followed it steadily through the wood.
A wolf resting not far off, and Amélie paused to register who it was. Dimly, her eyes flickered with some sort of resignation, before they seemed to glaze back over. “Good afternoon, Meskeet.” She smiled, wagging the end of her tail.
She was missing an inherit point of avoiding Phantom and his pack.
The brown pelted female wasn't one for rolling her eyes, but now was one of those select times when the moment was just too fitting.
Indeed, Meskeet's eyes rolled. "Hello Amélie. Fancy running into you." Just her luck was more like it..
But Amélie was a Seer and it didn't do to mess with them, atleast that's what the young wolf had heard and decided for herself.
She had seen Phib's mate few times in her life, but there were enough for her to never forget the gray wolfess. Or her unusual abilities and ideals of peace.
Hah. Hadn't Phantom threatened to kill Amélie? Perhaps she wasn't aware of just how often Phantom would follow through if presented with the change and a decent motive. Meskeet knew her visitor would do much better to listen to warnings while she still got them.
Normally Amélie did not take to responding to the thoughts of others. She found it intrusive, and it broke the quasi-code she tried to implant within herself. But there was a familiarity with Meskeet. This one– she would be seer soon, she had heard. Rumors were sketchy at best, coming from Phib, Phantom, and Sosay, but upon approaching her, Amélie could begin to feel the characteristic static she felt whenever her mind hit a wall with another seer. Not quite the silence like she felt with Solaris and Kaho- but it was getting there.
A lucky thing- most seers went through their trials without ever knowing what the abilities they were developing were.
So, with that in mind she didn’t hesitate to respond. “If Phantom wishes to be killing me, I am not one to stop him.” She remarked gently. “Should be knowing better, then to threaten someone who does not value their life in the way he does.”
Her opinions aside, she smiled, and swayed the end of her tail, and answered her audible question. "I take walks sometimes. Can't be seeing well, so, it leads me where it will and then I go back. How are you, Meskeet?"
She was startled, but only for a moment. "Stay out of my head please." Privacy was something she valued, and, well, Am?lie seemed too nice to bother.
Being around the other female was always..weird. She knew far more than Meskeet and had at her disposal means to learn even more. So she always seemed so content with things. That bothered the adolescent.
Meskeet was even half oblivious to what was pressumedly happening to her. She made it a point not to mix with others and so never heard any of the rumors, and it wasn't like she was very knowledgeable when it came to rare abilities with some wolves.
Noneless, she had been unnerved lately by the slow changes and now here was Amélie. It was all puzzling indeed. Like a good joke and she'd missed the punch line.
"I am fine." She didn't really care, so there was no real point in elaborating on any of the weird events she'd been involved in lately. And they weren't friends, so there was no point in asking how she was. Was there?
For a moment, Amélie regretted speaking on it. She didn’t usually, except with Phib. But she supposed Meskeet would figure it out sooner or later. “A bit hard, to be doing that.” She admitted. “Staying out of people’s minds- you don’t control that unless you really need to. Mind drifts, not always here or anywhere. The only thing that privacy matters is whether or not you open your mouth about it.” It surprised her that she was a bit unawares as to herself when it seemed that everyone else knew about it. It brought a slight frown to her face, and she swivelled the end of her ear. There were words that she wanted to bring to her mouth, but with her attachment to Phantom, she knew Phib would be displeased if she mentioned anything. It was a hard game.
Her head nodded as if she was somewhat far off, and smiled. “That is good to hear. Summer has been hot lately.”
It was satisfying. Amélie could actually frown! It wasn't big or anything. Barely there to be honest. But a frown none the less! Hah. Meskeet had thought Amélie was used to wolves with similar behavior as hers, but apparently she'd done something to displease her. Perhaps it was a good thing to do?
It was Meskeet's first summer and already she'd figured this would always be a hot season. So how much longer until the cold one? "Mhm."
The pale female’s blue eyes seemed dimly focused as she moved her head towards a faint sound in the distance. It was unfortunate the other thought that way- she could only imagine the kinds of trouble a seer such as her could bring others. And yet, she still felt rather amiable towards her. It was a bit different then her usual loving nature- she even had some love for Phantom, but it was of a different kind. Maybe it was because she was young, and in at least some way, much like her sister had been.
“Particularly hot.” She spoke again, when no real words came from the brown female. “The fish are moving upstream though, so it is not so bad. I only wish it wasn’t so hot that the berries wouldn’t grow. I suppose their season has ended.” That was true- she really was rather disappointed about the berries. They had been a nice change from meat all the time.
"But, that is how it goes, yes?"
"I suppose so. There's always meat though." And other wolves to eat. Meskeet never believed she'd have a problem with berries thinning out for a while. The tastes of meat and blood were something she'd take any day over berries. Had she ever eaten berries? No. They didn't look all too appealing. They were food for prey.
She wondered why someone from another pack, especially Phib's, would stop to talk to her, especially the seer. Perhaps she was doomed and she was to get a warning? Wouldn't that be a nice change. Atleast she would have something else to fight.
"Wouldn't Phib be mad that you're here?" Well, wouldn't he?
Amélie blinked somewhat, and a smiled pulled across her face. “He might.” She quirked. It was hard to honestly say if he would be. She figured he’d be furious she’d wandered this far towards Phantom, that was a given. But she didn’t really know if he cared much either way towards Meskeet. “Phib tends to value enemies on a need to basis. Being with Phantom doesn’t make you an enemy. But I can’t say he’d be thrilled either way.” In fact- hadn’t he argued on Meskeet’s behalf when Sosay had talked about killing her?
“But whether or not he would be– it won’t be the first time I’ve made him angry.” She smiled. Oh, she did it rather often. "I love him- but that doesn't mean I always do what he wants of me." Perhaps contray what he'd like to believe.
Was that even a clever idea? Meskeet would never disobey Phantom. Was Phib truly so lenniant or was it simply because Amélie was his mate? Either way, the brown female knew she would never try it.
Meskeet could hear the faint squeal of a wild pig. It was growing louder though. She glanced in the direction it seemed to be coming in and stood up.
An interesting question, although it wasn’t posed to her. As much as Phib would like to believe otherwise- she supposed he was, in some way, lenient. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t be furious if she had directly disobeyed something he had told her not to do. Had it been Phantom she was conversing with, she was quite sure she’d get a scuff on the head for it. But a lot of what Phib did had a lot to do with what he felt was duty. He felt he had to be angry. Either way- Amélie knew how to lax his temper on her, and she was sure anyone who knew him well knew at least one way to get him off their backs.
The shriek of the wild boar caught her attention, and she angled her head in the direction of the sound. It was sharp and splitting. There was something about a pig’s scream. There were few sounds worse.
The boar charged through the trees and with another squeal charged at the pale grey wolf.
Meskeet had lept away into the trees and waited to spring out on the creature. Which would be very soon because her where she was wasn't the ideal hidding spot.
As it squealed she lept for its side as she'd missed her opportunity to get the neck.
The beast ran forwards, the sound of hooves striking the earth quickly becoming louder in her ears. Dazedly she flinched, catching the eyesight of the boar, and seeing herself standing shortly within the path of it. Meskeet was moving, but it cut off before she managed anything else. Her body tensed and she froze, standing rooted and her tail quickly puffing in alert to the potentially dangerous situation. “Stop!” She yelled towards to boar sharply. She knew it translated- but, for a creature like a boar, it was unlikely it was enough.
Had she had more practice- she could have puppeted the boar. But that was a severe breech of her personal code- so instead, Amélie did perhaps the only offense move she ever used- a sharp, high pitched sound which jolted directly into the boar’s mind.
By then, Meskeet was already dancing beside it, looking to grab at its side-
The boar shrieked again and plummeted through the brush until it completely disappeared. The noise in its head scared it far more than some predators ever would.
Meskeet watched, surprised, as it quickly escaped. Animals never liked her, but they'd never really charged at her or someone near her before. It was a stupid pig. Undoubtedly.
Am?lie had done more to get rid of it than Meskeet would have bothered with, and yet all she'd got from it was a faint ringing in her ears. So what exactly had the pale seer done?
"Because you are a seer?"
A grin pulled across Amélie’s face as soon as she settled herself, and slowly, the end of her tail started to wag. For her, that was a most agreeable turn of events. The boar hadn’t been hurt, and neither had they. Phib would be rather furious.
If she mentioned it.
She continued to stare blankly into the direction the boar had left in, carefully coaxing her heart back into a normal pace. She got excitable easily in those situations. Perhaps it wasn’t too unusual- it hadn’t been the first time a creature had gone for her.
Meskeet’s voice faintly registered upon her, and her ears flanked upwards, and she turned her head across her shoulder to at least appear to be looking at her. She could see a faint glow in the darkness- and noted that Meskeet’s was considerably brighter then most of the other glows she got from a creature’s mind.
“Maybe.” She remarked quizzically. "Sometimes things are more afraid of what they don't know then what they do."
That would be nice. To be able to tortue the mind of something. Definately something to work towards. To bad she wasn't a seer. That's were the real fun seemed to be.
Amélie didn't seem the type to use her seer abilities to their finest, or rather, not to the extent of harm they could cause. A waste. Such gifts used to help things that would only wind up in trouble again later.
Perhaps she could become a seer? Unlikely. "How did you beome a seer?"
Amélie didn't seem the type to lie.
Amélie lowered her eyes somewhat, and swished the corner of her tail. Meskeet might be a problem when she grew up. She would have to make note to remember the feeling of her mind now, before she realized she could block her from it. But...maybe it would not be so bad. She had faith in Meskeet, even if everything proved otherwise. Then again, she was the same person who still had faith in people like Ryukkii and Phantom.
“I...don’t know-“ She admitted, and shook her head. “When I was little, sometimes I’d dream about things other people had done. People said things they didn’t really say- or, they didn’t think they said. But I didn’t want to be a seer, or anything like that.”
“I’m not a strong person, and I’ve never wanted to be. It’s too easy to loose your soul with the kind of power that a seer is gifted with. Sometimes things just happen because Fate made it happen, and you have to live with it. And it hurts, sometimes.” Being a seer wasn’t just about power. Another creature’s thoughts could cripple if they were not careful- her own empathy had left her in terrible pain more then once. But there were good things as well.
This was the part where she would say how it didn't matter to a person to be seer or not. But there was a difference in this matter; Meskeet actually could become a seer. "Meskeet, I don't doubt you could be seer if you wanted to be." She said somewhat forlornly. "But you should be careful with how you handle it. Some things are best not rushed into."
Interesting. It was all so interesting. With half open ears Meskeet had listened to all the other female had said. But she didn't entirely pay attention to them anymore when it was mentioned that she could be a seer.
All the posibilities she'd be presented with. The revenge she could reap. No longer would she be regarded as something unimportant and weak. It would be her best weapon and her greatest use. Phantom would like her better than Audi then.
Silly little Audi. Oh what she could do to her. Threats would no longer be empty until time had passed, they could be backed up instantly. Meskeet would have power.
Her eyes were thoughtful as she mulled it all over. Become a seer. The best thing she could ever do. But it probably wasn't true. Things that important just didn't happen to her. Was a nice thought. Undoubtably some dumb joke Amélie was trying to play on her. Why else would she say it? No, this seer acted nice and harmless, but Meskeet believed there was a true, conniving side that was simply being hidden.
She eyed her suspiciously. What could she gain giving her these thoughts?
It was all very confusing. And Meskeet utterly loathed being confused. She was caught inbetween believing and doubting the kind seer. It just didn't sound right. But she wanted it to be true.
So she did what she did best. She scowled. "Don't bother to give me advice. I'll take no part in your made-up conflicts."
Talk about her? No one talked about her. Atleast to her knowledge. To her hope. She stormed away from her former spot of lazing and away from Amélie. She made everything confusing! Everytime Meskeet ran into her she was left wondering if she somehow was in the wrong. Which of course she wasn't.
Crazy seers! Even Kaho was nuts. The whole lot of them of them were insane.
Amélie lifted her head, feeling Meskeet retreating. She felt bad she didn’t believe her- but, there was a part of her that surely did. She doubted it would be long before she figured things out. The only thing she hoped was that she’d become a better person for it. Unlikely, maybe- but she still hoped. If anything, pull away from the shadow of others. Phib talked the same of Audi on occasion; did the girls know how alike they were? Phantom. They didn’t need him to be who they wanted to be.
Either for good or bad- they were stronger then they knew.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:33 pm
Part 6 Meskeet and Arguin.
Today seemed like it lasted forever. The day of the threats had faded, and now Arguin was left wandering the boundries of Phib's land, being a lower guard, under watch of his brother Daemon.
Daemon. How he hated him.
True they were brothers, but they knew nothing about eachother, didn't care about it either for that matter. All that mattered right now was that Arguin had slipped away from his brother's watchful eyes. Roaming the boundries hoping to come across something new.
No one quite understood Arguin. It was said his mind was split in two, good from bad. But now they were beginning tomerge, mold with eachother, though the darkness within him still trhived for control. Though the lighter side wished to be in control, and not bring any harm to others if he could help it.
He needed someone like him.
That would run a muck in the fun of it all, 'tame' his darker side if you will. But it seemed hopeless, everyone in this new pack hated him. Perhaps that is what brought him to the boundries.
Padding down a worn trail Arguin sighed, his slate gray eyes wandering over everything before him. Yet nothing seemed to make him feel alive anymore.
Snarling and hurling her body faster and faster Meskeet snapped at the heels of the rabbit at every change she got. Solitude was driving her mad and what better way to take it out than on a fluffy little creature.
True, one of it's many holes would seemingly spring up at any moment, but for now she had the little thing in a state of pure panic.
Imagining the animal as the idiot Audi Meskeet lunged to the ground and thrust her snout as far down the opening as it would go as the rabbit atleast found safety.
Growling the adolescent pulled her head out and began to furiously dig. There were so many damned rabbits on the outskirts of Phantom's lands.
Arguin continued along, musing to himself as he did so. Yawning because of boredom he wandered a bit farther away from Phib's pack, perhaps into another's territory, but all was fair. He wouldn't do anything, if he could help it.
Soon he heard the snarling of another, the thumping of paws against the ground, interesting.
Being as quiet as possible, Arguin made his way through the undergrowth, padding along quietly and swiftly. His blue form easily distinguishable from the rest of the forest. Soon he could see a vague image in the distance and he sighed, pity, another wolf.
As he got closer he tilted his head in consideration, this wasn't just ANY other wolf. An adolescent no doubt, older though, perhaps nearing adulthood faster then his mind believed. Female too, her brown pelt blending in with the earthy tones of the forest. She seemed to be digging in the ground, was she THAT bored she began to dig?
He chuckled to himself as he watched her from the seclusion of the bushes. This seemed like a fun thing to watch.
Stupid dirt, there was like, an endless supply or something. Stupid rabbit. Just because it escaped this time didn't mean it would be around much longer.
Standing over her widened hole Meskeet glared and began to shove all the dirt back in. She also graciously included various other things that she hadn't moved in the first place, such as large rocks. No rabbit would escape from her using this hole again.
But something besides prey disturbed her day. It wasn't that she'd smelt anything or heard anything, but she could feel that something else was about. Quietly she lowered her body and slunk into the tall grass. Someone was here, and she'd find out who.
Which didn't take all that long. After all, it was kind of hard to miss something big and blue.
With a snarl she lunged towards another wolf. Oh goody, an adult.
Arguin watched as the brown femme put teh dirt back in the whole, seemed to be grumbling to herself...maybe not, and placed sontes and such with the dirt. She seemed, aggitated, to say the least. Then her body sank low to the ground, he figured she caught his scent, least what he thought. Then without warning she snarled and lunged at him.
Interesting.
Arguin stepped out from the bushes and stepped to the side, grinning at her, "Bit frustrated today are we?" he asked with a smooth smile upon his maw.
She seemed like fun. Least her attidue did.
"Now what would a fine wolfess like yourself be alone out here? Boredom catch you?" he asked in a semi-innocent tone. He wondered what her name was, his tail was swaying a bit back and forth now as the feather that hung from his ear swayed in the wind.
Great. A funny boy. Just her day.
Like I'm just going to talk to the moron. Circling him slowly she scowled even more. She was being over run by idiots! She'd yet to come across someone worth while to talk to, and whoever this was he didn't look like he'd be the one to correct that.
"What I'm doing is utterly unimportant, but what you're doing here is of interest. I'd tell you how little business you have on these lands but I think you're old enough to guess for yourself."
Wasn't she just a sweetheart now huh?
He merely grinned at her and swayed his tail with ease as she circled him, did she really think she intimidated him at all? As if. Her ears flicked to teh side as he took into consideration her statement, actually listening to another for once.
"Well...far as I'm concerned, I'm still near the border lines between pack areas. So my paws can tred here if I so wish. And don't you think your so big and tough now huh? Whats gotten you so bitter...surely ones of a state of mind as yours must have a reason..."
Arguin stood for a moment, and considered the situation, he hadn't even offered his name to the girl, he flicked his ears again and smoothly stated, "I'm Arguin, who might you be?"
Meskeet was surprised. He couldn't be a total idiot after all if he'd realized that.
She stopped her circling and sat.
And didn't he think he was so big and tough. Her eyes narrowed.
"Meskeet. And what my reasons are for anything don't matter." How many times did she have to hear about being bitter. As if that would change her.
As if she wanted to change.
Arguin smiled and swayed his tail as he turned to sit and face her now, proper introductions were given at the least, now perhaps they could have conversation?
"Lovely name, I believe I've heard it somewhere before...in a story," he tried to think back of all the stories his mentor had once told him, "Means strength doesn't it? Of mind and soul?" trying to remember he could remember faint words that whispered in his mind. But he nodded his head,yes, that had to be right.
"Everyone can be bitter for a reason, some leave those reaons unknown, others have many reaons for teh cause of bitterness. But most of the time, bitterness is a true cover up of hidden desires and strengths, not wished to be outwardly pursued by the one who is bitter..." Arguin rabmled for a minute, his words made sense, at least to him.
She seemed diferent to Arguin, yet he couldn't exactly place it correctly.
Meskeet sneered. "Actually it's a shorter version of Mesquito. You know, the insects where the girls suck blood."
She completely ignored his bitter speech. Lectures seemed to be something wolves loved to give her. A waste of time. Like she'd ever listen.
"You aren't here to talk or sight see. So tell me, what's your purpose of hanging around?" He didn't feel like the type to sit and watch the grass grow, something was inspiring his visit.
Arguin smirked at her, "Think your too smart to listen to words of another eh?" he asked in a satanic sneer. Did she think she was the only one with bitter contacts and hidden desrires among these parts? Not even close.
"My purpose...could be anything. At the moment, finding something to do to "stay out of trouble" as if that's possible for me. My new "alpha" is quite angry with me...all because of a mere threat to a child, pity..." he mused out loud. If only he had gotten Rage quickly and ran for it. Then he would be back to normal.
"I'm also trying to find a way, to be like I once was...what about you? You seem too keen to be running about, digging aimlessly in the dirt..." he said with a smirk, yes, she wasn't teh only smart-headed wolf around here.[
"Think you're in a position to scold me?" He had no authority over her. If not solely because they were in different packs.
The female laughed inwardly. How would Phantom feel if she was threatening children? Probably wouldn't care. Arguin must be in a goody goody pack. And if it was so close that meant his alpha was Phib. What children did they have running around now? "If you're trying to stay out of trouble from your alpha then this isn't the place to be." But what should she care?
"I was planting seeds for trees to grow so next summer I can have more shade." She uttered sarcastically.
But threatening pups meant he wasn't as nice as he appeared to calmly come off.
Arguin pondered at her first reaction and merely sighed, "No, not really, just, words, they run a muck in my head, not easy to stop it, because I'm not whole anymore..." he mumbled as his tail swayed behind him.
"Why wouldn't this place be a good place? Its distant...good enough for me to stay away from him..." Arguin said with a smirk upon his maw. The 'him' referred not only to Phib, but to Daemon...and the one who had seemed to cause teh chain reaction of these messes.
Trying to get onto another subject, because her sarcasm was beginning to get on his nerves, he merely asked, almost sheepishly as his eyes seemed to flicker in the gray color of their being, "SO whats your story. We seem alike in one respect, that we don't trust many others, think they are too idiotic for their own good...what do you do to amuse yourself hmm?"
Meskeet stiffened. Her story, a story for her hearing only. But her similar to him? Sadly it was probably true.. "I have no story, nothing to tell."
What did she do? Well, kill things. Or plot to kill things.
"Hunt."
Or yell at birds. That was always fun. Boy did they get mad.
This practically an interview. What a waste of time. Standing up again she looked around for something present to be attacked.
"Why have an alpha and pack just to avoid it?"
Arguin listened to her words, and while she stood up he did the same, but stretched his limbs a bit, they were a bit sore from previous encounters with certain wolves, yes, he'd get back at that brown pelted wolf one day. The one with the blooded angel wing on his back, one day that wolf would pay.
No, bad thoughts...can't lose control.
"Hunting is always fun...especially when you catch it...either decide to kill it right then...or torture it a bit longer..." he stated simply with a devilish grin, but then it faded as he shook his head to disperse the thoughts.
Arguin pondered a moment, of her question. It was considerable, why not just run away? Well, Daemon would find him...or....HE would. No, Arugin wouldn't let him do anymore damage.
"It is my choice and not my choice." he sighed a moment, and took a breath, "I'm staying there with my brother, so they can "watch over me" if you will. You see, I had a run in with another wolf a little while ago...since then well, I've been more dangerous then I should be I guess..." he wondered what she'd think, laugh or have a considerable expression.
And where did he think he was going? Not with her, that was for sure. She shook her head lightly and was able to make her exit when she became slightly interested.
In fact, she grinned.
Mr. Oh-so-smart needed a babysitter. "Who's your brother?"
"And how could you pose a threat to anyone?" Honestly now. Him?
Meskeet seemed to want to leave, which made Arguin fold his ears back, she was the only one that had acted semi-civil to him. Meh, he didn't have much luck did he? But then she stopped, and seemed interested, he probably sounded like a fool to her.
"My brother?" he asked with a tilt of his head, "His name's Daemon, odd character. Looks blind but really isn't...I'd really like to kill him one day..." Arguin choked out as his darker half wished to seize control.
Come on, she's a female, out here all alone? No scents of anyone near by...come on, you know you want to...Arguin however tried to ignore his darker half's plea's, they weren't going to work at the moment.
"A little while ago, after I left my pack, I came across one of the exiled wolves from my birthpack, after I lost well...my gifts. He told me if I brought him a certain wolf, he would restore them for me...in teh process somehow, it seems he split my persona...what you speak to know is my lighter half, I try to surpress my darker half as of now..." Arguin knew he sounded like a fool now. Surely she'd leave, but he hoped not.
Kill him. Ah, finally some glimpse of a spine. But talking of his brother perhaps hit a cord. Where could Arguin go from here? "And why would you want to do that to your own blood?"
There might be something useful in this male after all. Now to coax it out.
And if he turned out to be just plain crazy it wasn't like she thought she'd end up in a bad situation. She could eat this blue fuzz if she really wanted too. Might take a bit, but so far he hadn't discouraged her when it came to killing him.
Arguin made a note when Meskeet seemed intrigued that he wanted to kill his own flesh and blood, his brother Daemon. Truly though, Arguin couldn't care less, he hated his brother more then anyone would ever know.
"We always hated each other, even since puphood. Are pack basically turned on him, because he wasn't born a...shaman or seer, is that what you call it here?" he asked for a moment, and continued on, "he was born with neither gift, though it was said with our birth a shaman and seer would be brought into this world...however, Daemon had no gifts, and I had both.
The pack turned on Daemon, thus Daemon hating me and blaming me for it, he left. And after a while, my gifts left me as well...if that makes any sense..."
He swayed his tail back and forth calmly, thinking of how wonderful it would be to see Daemon be fearful of his form, not teh other way around.
Bah, everyone had a sad story. She'd been hoping he'd have some outburst but alas he decided to be good about it.
Sounded like her and Mable though to a point. But jeez, what a high expectation pack.
"So you're running away from your talentless brother? Doesn't that make you sound scary." She narrowed her eyes. He just didn't come off as too intimidating, atleast he hadn't yet.
Arguin wasn't getting to like her sarcasm much, even if it wasn't essentially intended. SHe seemed to like darker things, the darker half of him poking him in teh back, whispering things to try and do to her. He shook at the thoughts though, as pointless and horrible they were...least to him, he grinned at her. Eyes seeming to glow with the presence of another behind the slate hues.
"So you like to run with trouble then?" he asked in a more darker, lower, husky type of tone, a change of persona obvious and evident about his figure.
"You don't seem like a wolf that likes to blend in with packlife...well neither.am.I." he replied gruffy, taking a step towards her with narrowed eyes. "In fact, if I was how I wanted to be...I run them all to complete oblivion if I had the chance...yet no one believes me, and they hold me down..." he stated, in an agitated, almost angry voice, now encircling her, his tail seeming to flick behind him haphazardly.
"But you know better then them, more then the 'better' half of what I am, I admire that...and others should fear those like you and I, don't you agree Meskeet?" he asked with a grin.
The darker side of Arguin was gaining control at the moment, surpressing hidden desires of being nice and having everything be well in the world. Nothing was well, nothing would be. Until he found something, until he found his "calling." Somewhere to go where he could be with others like himself, have direct order, even from others, anything was better then living ni his goody goody brother's shadow.
As his eyes changed Meskeet's narrowed even more. Suspicious. At the different tone she found herself half believing in Arguin having a split persona.
"I'll run with what can keep up." She challenged and watched him.
"You're quite sure of yourself. Is that confidence rightfully placed? Unlikely."
He was grouping her with him. And circling to boot. Intimidation or persuasion, whatever it was she felt the desire to rebel. No one could control her except Phantom. "If you are as grand as you imply then prove it. Prove that you are truly something to be feared."
He interested her, she wanted to know if he could back his words. So many creatures these days would talk but never act. Meskeet detached herself from his circling and her body stayed lax.
"Confidence can be an illusion to the untrained eye...or...it cna be hiding...other things..." Arguin simply stated as the words seemed to roll off his tongue with ease. His tail shifted endlessly, this was fun. A challenge? She was really trying to challenge him, how cute.
"Really...you WANT to know why I'm constantly bottled up in this body...do you really want to know? Want to see?" he asked as he watched her movements, at one time while he circled her, he intentionally brushed his side against hers, grinning all the while.
What could he do to prove his point...
Ah, of course. To render her in a way that she couldn't fight back...well, least not so easily...in a swift movement Arguin went form her view to behind her, grasping her tail in his mouth, holding on tight. He grinned. Now what could she do?
Oh how scary. Meskeet was unimpressed. She did stiffen however, at being touched by him. Her ears went flat.
And then, wouldn't it just figure, he grabbed her tail. Bristling the female snarled and attempted to whirl around to attack him. Kicking at him with her hind feet she tried to curl around to snap at his neck.
"Aren't we cunning." she sneered bitterly as she lunged to the side in an attempt to to break free of his grasp. But her lung turned into a roll and she didn't care if that would leave areas exposed, atleast if her tail was free she would be free to try to get his neck.
Arguin grinned as she seemed agitated by his movements, sevred her right, not believing him. But still...he was unsatisfied with his work. Perhaps there was more that he could do, to make this more fun...to make ehr squirm a little maybe.
But as she rolled he let go of her tail and watched her, smirking devilishly at her, and at the right moment he pounced upon her, his full weight upon her own. One of his forlegs crossed beneath her nexk so if she tried to bite (which he believed she would) she would get close enough to his neck. He figured she liked doing that, as evil as she seemed to be.
To annoy her even more he even went to the extent of brushing his tail against hers while he was sitting ...well, laying quite comfortably upon her. "Well now, looky what I have here...still unimpressed Meskeet?" he asked, her name rolling off his tongue in a smooth tone.
Well wasn't he charming she thought with a scowl. "Don't you think you're sly."
And bite his neck indeed was something she was to try. She bit as high up the side of his neck as she could, her teeth sinking in. With a jerk of her neck and a shift of what little body should could move with her on top of him she tried to roll him to the side and off of her. Kicking and tearing she found it harder to breath while pinned under another wolf. His tail brushing against her added to her rage and she kicked stiffly at him.
He flicnhed as she bit into his neck, flashbacks of that brown wolf sinking his teeth into the back of his neck and flinging him. Oh, one day he'd pay. Ironically in a crual sick sort of way, Arguin was enjoying her biting and watching her kick under him. Quite an enjoyable sight for one with a dark side like him.
Though he did believe some good things would have to come to an end. And the darker side of him did enjoy Meskeet's company, perhaps too much. Plus, he wanted her to stick around crushing her of suffocating her was not an option.
Arguin sighed and looked at Meskeet, right into her eyes, "Yes, in fact I do think I'm sly...in more ways then one..." he grinned again and stepped off from her taking a few steps back. Just watching her. He enjoyed watching her quite much.
Once free she lept to her feet, fangs barred. He frustrated her with his taunts. Had he stayed strictly to verbal teasing she wouldn't have cared so much, but he hadn't it unnerved her.
Hackles up she lept at Arguin focusing on getting him in the neck again. She wanted to truly harm him. A goal which she probably wouldn't be able to accomplish this day.
Putting him in his place drove her to want to continue attacking. Arguin seemed to enjoy it all too much. He worked too much play into these things. While satisfaction had always been gained from harming or killing something Meskeet had tended to commit far more harm than commentary. Perhaps what annoyed her most was his lack of violence towards her. He hadn't bothered once to actually harm her.
"Getting a bit frisky are we Meskeet? Well then...what shall I do?" Arguin said with a smirk, having her name roll off his tongue trying to annoy her a bit, she looked awfully pretty when she was angry, though she did seem strong adn threatening, but he liked that, especially in her.
He felt her grab onto his neck, a bit tighter, but her fangs hadn't ripped into him yet, a bit aggitated now Arguin thrust his body around, hoping to have her fall off. In the process he craned his neck so that he was biting hers.
Now if she let go, he would let go....maybe. At this thought his jaws clamped down even more, a glint in his eyes all the while.
Meskeet was, to say the least, annoyed. But what annoyed her most wasn't Arguin's tricks, it was what he had to say. Every other sentence had to have her name in it atleast once. How original.
Arguin always had something to say. If only he had no tongue to speak with. The world would be so much better off.
Releasing her hold on his neck as he bit into hers she shoved her head against his chest. "You win Arguin. This time."
There was no doubt in her mind. She would have to kill him. Not now, sadly, but eventually. There really was no getting around it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:34 pm
Part 7 Meskeet, Daemon, Arguin, Wrigley and Logan.
It hadn't started off easy. Fishing had kept the brown pelted female from starving inbetween self-taught lessons on hunting game. Rabbits had been easy enough after periods of watching and numerous failed attempts. After all, she had plenty of time for practice. When rabbits had been conquered Meskeet turned her sights to deer.
The fleet footed mammals proced more trying. The wolfess spent many mornings lieing hidden in grasses recalling what she could of seeing other wolves bring down deer. Many tussels left her with a bruised hip or aching neck until she discovered the correct way to kill her prey. It was in the neck. Puncturing, crushing, tearing. Their death throes amused her.
Sitting amidst the carnage of a fresh meal Meskeet recalled Phantom's peculiar eating habits. In truth, could they really be considered peculiar? Everything she ate was, in her opinion, weak. Thus the weak should be eaten so only the strong would survive. This was true of all prey. If the weak survived they risked ruining the strong. And there were so many weak wolves...Pathetic things over crowding anything worthy. Wretched, foul, inadequate. Surely weak wolves were prey?
How she longed to hunt and kill Mable. How she'd revel in the chase. Gain a deep satisfaction drawing blood from Mable's flesh as if she were a rabbit. A true hunter, one who could instill fear. Cannibalism was for the strong to eliminate the weak. She thought of herself as one of the strong.
Daemon had wandered off from babysitting his brother. On the borders, searching for food away from that idiotic excuse for a wolf. Daemon saw Arguin, his own brother, flesh and blood as a weak pathetic fool for falling into a situation of great distress.
He was such an idiot.
Black paws carried him on his way, the tuft of fur of pure white that reach to just above his tail being blown by the wind. Thoughts of his brother clouding his mind, the other wolves he had met. The ones from his brithpack, blinded by foolishness of their own selfsih desires.
They were weak...just as weak as Arguin.
Arguin had fallen into a trap, the wolves from Daemon's birthpack had fallen into teh trap of their own minds clouding them, making them conceited, weak.
Only the strong would survive, the weak were food to keep the strong in control.
He continued on his way. His seemingly blind blue eyes wandering over the path that lay before him, though Daemon was not blind, he could see perfectly. He wondered what it would have been like to see the things Arguin once had been able to view...being a shaman, and seer, all at once, must have been interesting.
But Arguin threw it all away.
A scent of another wolf, wolfess more likely wafted through the air lightly as Daemon padded forward, mumbling to himself, "If your strong you live, if your weak you die, these are the only known truths in this world." He remembered that saying, his olf friend, mentor and guide, Philokiss had told Daemon that when he was just a pup.
And that statement he would never forget...but he wondered if his brother had.
Meskeet burried the remains of her kill and licked her maw. The world was dull when you weren't assaulting something. It really was.
Bah. It had been almost a day since she'd run into Arguin, and he still bothered her. His idiotic antics. She had to kill him to now. Would she ever finish her damn list? Naturally. She wouldn't because she had decided so. And only the good ever die young.
Not that Arguin was good. Or young. He was probably an old fart. Everyone she talked to was old. What energetic conversations she had. No wonder she chose not to talk nearly as much anymore.
She just had a good streak of curiosity. And she did happen to become curious at that very moment. Another wolf was nearby. Oh god. It better not be Arguin. She'd had enough of him to last her a while.
No..it wasn't the blue wolf. It was someone else. Good. She had a feeling this would be another wolf added to her list of those to kill, but she stayed where she was and watched until a dark wolf came into sight.
Daemon kept going forward, absent mindedly pressing on as if nothing in this world particularly interested him at this moment. So many things to think and worry about, so many. Why should he worry about the things that were in front of him...or that sharp rock he just stepped on.
No nothing mattered...he needed something to do...to entertain him...something.
He caught her scent, stronger now. Very close, in front of him yes. Blood, the scent was faint but prominent, probably a hunt, a kill, good one too, too bad he missed it. His stomach ached and growled in anticipation of what would fill it next. Yet Daemon chose to ignore those feelings, he had to get stronger, mentally and physically-
He was coming.
Not that Daemon really minded dealing with the gray pelted manipulative son of a b***h wolf, he just didn't want Arguin to do anything stupid. If Daemon could kill the enemy, it was a good thing. Quick and easy, a simple rip of teh throat, blood pouring onto the ground...yes, that would be great.
Daemon practically bashed right into Meskeet, his eyes catching the brown color of her pelt as he walked by, and then turned around to face her. His seemingly blind eyes trying to focus on her,
"Sorry...caught up in thought..." he merely said.
She'd probably think him blind.
He felt blind too. On his way from Phib's lands he had gone many twists and turns, he wasn't quite sure how to get back,
"Do you know which way is to the ocean?" he asked, he knew if he got to the shore he could follow it to Phib's territory. "Taken too many twists and turns..."
Meskeet was taken aback. She disliked all physical contact in general, being walked into was hardly an exception.
She covered a snarl just before it escaped her throat. What was he? Blind? His eyes certainly gave the appearance of it, and so did his apparantly not seeing her.
But no. There was something odd about him, but it wasn't his eyes. He didn't completely act like a blind wolf should act. He had to have atleast some vision. Something she couldn't quite place bothered her. But what?
"Yes. You need to go back and then left. It'll be a while before you smell it, but that's where you'll find the ocean." Eventually. Assuming the world wasn't flat.
She eyed him suspiciously.
Daemon swayed his tail back and forth, just to give it some excersize instead of it just hanging low like he had had it been all day. Quite annoying it was. Daemon blinked and nodded in her direction,
"Thank you. I'm sorry for bumping into you before...many things on my mind...my brother's idiotcy for one..."
He said trailing off. His ears flickering somewhat as he was trying to remember the directions she had given him. There was something lingering about her, a scent Daemon couldn't quite place for it was masked with blood now.
"I'm Daemon," he said with a slight bow. He had to be somewhat nice, not like teh idiot brother of his. Showing no respect to someone who obviously had a better view no the world and what was in it. Daemon could see that in her eyes.
His brother. Everyone was having problems with their brothers. Thus, a simple proof that reproduction should not occur. After all, no one gets along with siblings. Meskeet nodded inwardly. Reproduction, she'd never be plagued with that.
Just as she was about to dismiss the male from her mind the oddly pelted wolf gave his name. And what a familiar name it was. She'd heard it somewhere before. Daemon? She wondered mentally. It was someone not to be forgotten, and yet she didn't even remember why not. Whatever the reason, if his name was familiar, he required the appropriate response.
"You're brother? What a shame. Family is so important." Bull.
How do I know a wold named Daemon..? Or rather how have I heard of him before?
She studied him. Didn't look like much. But then again threats didn't always look like much of anything. And then she remembered and narrowed her eyes ever so slightly.
Ah yes. Daemon.
Daemon shifted his weight a little bit and watched her. She was looking at him oddly, how strange, did she think him blind and not able to see her looks? Her statement was even odd,
"Family is important, only if they are strong...not like my idiotic excuse for a brother Arguin."
He admitted, Arguin was a dumbass, plane and simple."Why is she looking at me like that?"
"If your strong you live...if you weak you die..." Daemon said matter of factly. Perhaps she would know these truths. But wait...the way she was looking at him, did she know Arguin?
"Stupid no good assinine brother wandering off...does he want Phib to kill me?" Arguin thought as he padded along, trying to follow his brother's scent to bring him back to teh packlands. If Phib found him alone, Phib would kill him, he just knew it, "All of this trouble because I threatened that pup...they should get over it. Be strong and not weak...I wish Daemon would smarten up..."
"If you don't mind my asking...but you probably do...are you just out to hunt? The smell of blood is faint...from a kill...and from the stench of the blood, you must've liked it yes?" she was odd, this one. Not even offering her name.
"I'm always happy when I'm able to feed myself." She said, dodging the question. Hmm. This was the oh-so-horrible Daemon? Arguin must be a real wuss to find this wolf intimidating.
But an annoying little voice interrupted her thoughts. And it was about, Phib? Shut up! I'm busy, go be an idiot on your own time.
"Don't you enjoy hunting Daemon? It's a vital act."
Arguin stopped and flinched for a moment, who said that? Grrr...had Daemon aquired his gifts? Arguin would be damned if that'd happen, he'd kill him...quick and easy. Perhaps let Meskeet have a bite or two.
Daemon watched her, studying him. Thinking about him. She had to have met Arguin. Had he contaminated her mind as well?
"Hunting is vital yes...more fun when you hit the prey's vital areas...moreso the throat..."
He'd love to rip into Arguin's throat one day...but he was his brother...an idiot, but still.
Meskeet let her eyes wander from him, he looked odd, but he wasn't totally interesting to her. This male wouldn't even be worth eating.
"Everything is prey. Do you agree? Your eyes don't look like they'd argue it." What about Daemon bothered Arguin? Males, so emotional over who had the bigger castle.
And on a different note. "If you dislike your brother why are you looking for him?" Atleast that was the way he seemed to be intending towards.
"Not looking for him now..." Daemon replied like a drone, he was so not in the mood for someone who actually agreed with his brother, or even had a remote likeness for him. "Trying to get away from watching him...some time for myself... I'm sick of having to watch him..."
Arguin was still trying to track down Daemon, but to no avail. He also kept thinking about Meskeet, the fun that they had together, though it was brutal fun, still, to Arguin it was thrilling he had met a female with some of teh same intentions he shared. "Why can't he just stay in one god damn place...I hope Meskeet finds him and eats him..."
"Have you met my brother?" Daemon inquired. She seemed odd, looked at him funny. The pupils of his eyes that blended in with the blue color of his eyes watched her. If she had indeed met his brother, and got along with him, she could pose a threat...small one. But still a threat.
"I meet few wolves. What would be the chanes of meeting two brothers one day after the other? I couldn't get nearly that lucky.." she drawled. He could be a problem, a minor one atleast. But she liked problems.
He is in one place! Sitting right in front of me is in one place! Is he even worth eating? Pah..just killing him would work.
"But why should it matter if I have met Arguin? Each hates the other..your little fights will come to an end sooner than you may be prepared for."
Daemon narrowed his eyes and watched her. So she had met his brother, pity, such a wolfess to meet such an idiotic wolf. Arguin shouldn't have wasted this wolfess's time, least thats what Daemon thought.
"If one hates the other... it does not matter...and it will come to an end when fate see's it fit. Though I have lessened my belief in fate....fate is an illusion..." he said shifting his tail. He didn't like the way she spoke, it was as if she knew something Daemon did not.
Arguin hurried along now, the voice that echoed to him, sounded of Meskeet's voice. It'd be nice to see her again. She was evil in his mind, he liked that quite much. And Daemon was with her? Interesting..this could work out better than Arguin had thought, he sped up a bit now, "Don't let him get away..." Though Arguin was not sure if Meskeet would want to take part in what Arguin was planning quickly in mind.
Daemon sighed and turned from her, "I must be heading back, things to do in my packlands...thank you for telling me which direction to travel," with that Daemon turned and slowly began to pad away. But he had a feeling she would say somehting more...even follow him.
Then hurry. Honestly now.
"Your brother made a deal with me. Now he must pay up." Sure, it was half true. He had technically made any deals. But in her mind bothering her meant he agreed to let her kill him someday. "If he doesn't there will be consequences."
If Daemon is busy taking care of Arguin as he makes out, then one more debt could be the sort of distraction to use. It baffled her why she would be helping the blue wolf though. She didn't particularly care for him. He gave her an odd sensation and it was one she decidedly disliked.
Arguin was running through the trees and underbrush, going as fast as his legs could carry him, but he wasn't sure which direction to go. Daemon's scent had been carried off by the wind. "I'm trying!"
Daemon stopped and craned his neck to look at her with a glare, "Then he can deal with it himself. I watch him, make sure he is in control...I don't pay off his debts and carry through any deals he makes...he can do that on his own," Daemon said with-holding a snarl.
She was really bothering him. And she hadn't even stated her name.
He turned from her again and now started heading back, this was getting too odd for him. Arguin wandering off from teh packlands to meet strange females? This would have to be dealt with later. But Daemon couldn't seem to shake the attention of her? What was she trying to do?
"So you believe. But it involves you. Brotherly fights are silly. Both brother's dislike the other. It takes an outside eye to see who is right and end it all."
She stood up and placed herself between him and the path he wanted to take. Her fur bristled and she grinned narrowed eyed at him.
"A deal is a deal. I don't get my reward unless I follow through on my part." Well, it wasn't like she'd miss an opportunity to kill someone.
Daemon was glaring at her now. Fur on his neck bristling up, "A reward? And what kind of reward would that be?" What had Arugin done now, made a deal with this wolfess who thought she could do anything? Daemon wasn't a wolf who would just shrug off a threat, he would hold grudges if need be.
"If it involves me then it has no value...since I haven't even been informed of this "deal" now get out of my way," he snarled as he pushed past her. Did she really think he would just fall for such antics?
Arguin was glaring in all directions, which way now? Maybe he should've done this by the beach...yes, drown Daemon...let his eyes blend in with the water. He grinned in a satanic manner and took off again. "I swear if he hurts her I'll kill him and rip his throat out myself..." he mused as he ran...why was he saying this? He was confused now.
Daemon began to pad away, a bit at a quicker pace, perhaps he could just bolt for it, or call out to Logan. yes, Logan or that white wolf, Wrigley? Was that his name? If both showed up, this little wolfess would surely high tail it out of here and leave him alone. Daemon wanted to smack Arguin across his maw though...idiot making stupid deals.
"None of your concern. But it has all the value of the world." She snapped and lunged at him. Not a particular area. She figured she'd catch him somewhere between the back of his head and his shoulders.
If you can't even get here you might as well say so. It had yet to dawn on her that she was talking to another wolf without using words or even seeing him. She was a bit to cuaght up to think about it.
This was surely a bad idea, but she still enjoyed it none the less.
Daemon grimaced but didn't yelp or show any signs of being phased by her move, he twisted around so he sunk his teeth where her back leg was, perhaps even by her hip, his fangs digging into her flesh, but he didn't quite bite so hard yet. He let go adn swumg around to try and shake her loose, he'd even run up against a tree and make her hit it if he had too, "Do you have any idea what your getting into?"
His eyes seemed to glow for a moment, but it was just the sun reflecting off them at the opportune moment, "Let, go"
Arguin picked up Meskeet's scent, and wallowed in it for a moment. She smelled different, in a good way though, and he ran in that direction, "I should be there soon."
Her leg stung.
She bit down harder into the base of his neck before drawing herself out slightly in an attempt for a better hold in a higher position. At that time though he twisted and she lost her opportunity all together.
"I wouldn't bother if I didn't." Meskeet lept at him again this time getting the hold she wanted. Her teeth sunk in and she jerked her head to help tear his skin.
Her leg still hurt but it wasn't a hurt that would make her unable to use it. Besides. Pain was for the weak.
Daemon growled in anger and frustration, not in pain. He felt himself losing control on his own control.His tail flicked to the side as he whipped around, paying no attention to his wound and biting back down into her right hind leg. Bitintg hard, and deep, so now his fangs penetrated her flesh, and he could taste her blood.
Then Daemon felt a sudden rush of force hit his side and his grip lessened and he stumbled sideways, then steadied himself. Traces of blood on his lips, Arguin's slate eyes were staring at him in anger.
Arguin grinned but switched his attention to Meskeet, as if checking the wound Daemon had inflicted, to make sure it wasn't too bad, he didn't want it to scar. And he hoped she was alright...why was he thinking this way? Then his slate eyes met his brother's again, "If you ever do that again....I will kill you understand?!"
Daemon growled and glared at his brother. Daemon was physically larger in size then Arguin, which would put him at an advantage, though with the wolfess, he wasn't so sure what favor this could be in...his or theirs.
And they seemed intent on a kill...
At least she did. "Arguin, stop this...don't make me become what I hate in you..." Daemon said eyes narrowed, perhaps if he turned and made a run for it, he could howl out to Logan and Wrigley, currently they should be pattrolling the boundries.
Meskeet bit back a small yelp as her leg was again attacked. As his teeth sunk in she released her grip on his neck and snapped at his face, her body twisting away.
She glared at Arguin. She even growled at him when he tried to look at her wound. Idiot. She didn't need him to help her.
Her face turned back to Daemon yet again, her eyes still focused on attacking. It was what she prefered. Defending herself wasn't her best area and so it was the brown female's preference to be the one inflicting harm.
Gaze challenging Meskeet stood next to Arguin's shoulder and grinned wickedly at the dark pelted wolf.
Daemon watched them both, "So whats this Arguin? Gone and found yourself a little female now? What are you going to try and do...stay with her and make a family maybe? Teach your pups to hate me?" he asked.
"Whats happens with her or I does not concern you...you should be playing close attention to your own self...out numbered you are brother...the favor is no longer in your hand..." Arguin said with a grin. His tail coiling behind him. He felt strong with Meskeet beside ihm, the reason unknown to the blue pelted wolf.
"So what will you do? Try and kill me? What you have in your own self I have within my own...only there's one big difference..." Daemon then bolted straight at Arguin and leapt at him, "I'm in control of it!" Daemon latched onto his neck, in a place that wouldn't kill him. Daemon still couldn't allow himself that pleasure.
Both wolves tumbled backwards, rolling over one another. Then breakings apart both snarling at eachother. "You may have control now brother...soon though, things will change. neither you or Phib will be able to stand in my way then..." The darker part of Arguin's mind in control. The lighter trying to restrain himself.
There was still some good in Arguin.
An echoing howl breached the air of snarls and blood, Daemon grinned at Meskeet and Arguin, "Seems you two won't be the ones in favor for much longer...give this up Arguin...they are coming..." Daemon said, relating to that of Wrigley and Logan. They were close to.
Meskeet almost choked. Settle down with Arguin? Pass. Just, pass. She had no such interests in anyone, let alone this idiot.
God how gross. But her inward disgust was cut short as Daemon lept at Arguin. She would have helped, but she wanted them both to get a bit roughed up before she'd bother to help. They'd deserve it.
The howl caught her attention and stared momentarily in its direction. Who now?
Going to run away smart one? Or are you going to stay and chat with whoever else plans on showing up?
She had no qualms with staying. To a fault she never feared other wolves.
Snarling at Daemon she stayed where she was and listened for sounds of these others. Her hind leg continued to bleed and she slightly favored it.
Daemon was confused, a voice? Her....could she be....he grinned at Arguin, "Is that why you're with her? Her gift won't rub off on you you idiot! Your drained...you will be for the rest of your life," he snarled. Arguin seemed less then thrilled by Daemon's statment.
"I'll get them back someday...I can try to...I'll make him-"Arguin said in a lighter toned voice, but he was cut off mid sentence.
"He'll kill you Arguin! Don't you see that? He was using you before...and now it appears this wolfess is using you so she can get some excitment in her life...stop this...and come back..." Daemon said with ease.
He heard pads hitting the ground as Wrigley stepped out from the underbrush, his overly poofed pelt littered with a few leaves. Logan followed closely after Wrigley appeared, Arguin was seeming to cause trouble again. And neither Wrigley or Logan seemed thrilled. (Wrigley had heard about Arguin and what he was capable of) But teh presence of Meskeet confused them.
"Your out numbered Arguin...now forget this...come back with us and spare us the trouble this time brother..." Daemon asked. His head pounding from a headache.
Arguin turned his gaze from them and looked to Meskeet, then to the ground. Arguin wasn't sure what to do anymnore.
Meskeet was annoyed. To her personal pleasure it was only two new wolves. But Arguin seemed utterly incapable of making a decision.
In her mind, the answer was stay. She didn't care for these other wolves, and she didn't want to remember Arguin anymore. And here was her solution.
With a scowl she went to Arguin and turned to face his brother. She had an ever so slight limp. "What's the matter Daemon? Can't beat on your weak brother and an injured girl all by yourself? And here I thought better of you."
He seemed to want to fix Arguin, or atleast control him. Too bad. Meskeet didn't like the nice Arguin. There would be no fixing today. No. If Daemon got Arguin then the blue wolf would turn into a goody goody. Like Malik.
"Beating on him senselessly is pointless...he has to learn to be in control...I'm only trying to push him in the right direction...and beating on you is senseless as well..." Daemon said with a sneer.
Logan and Wrigley stayed quiet as everyone bickered. SOon Phib might wonder where they all went...or worse...Malik would come out here...tell Phib what happened...that wouldn't be good. Currently Malik was trying to be so strong in Phib's eyes...the true reason not a lot of wolves knew.
"Why are you doing this hmm?" Daemon questioned Meskeet, "Like something about my brother you don't want to openly admit? That it?"
Arguin was utterly confused. Meskeet seemed to be trying to help him, what Arguin wanted, trutly, he never told anyone, in fear that they'd think it would be stupid and idiotic, as his brother thought. Arguin knew he would have to head back, wander on his own again...perhaps he could convince Meskeet to go with him..but she seemed to already have a place in this world. Unlike him. Arguin really didn't have a home.
"My reasons are none of your concern." If only she could find a reason she felt compelled to do this all. Arguin was complicating her days. Figured.
"But he seems like he's caused you trouble and Phib's pack. You're obviously not helping him enough as you'd like. Let him help himself. Let him decide where to go." Perhaps she would be lucky and he would go far far away. But she had a strang feeling he'd be needed later on.
He didn't choose you to save him. Let him pick. Here for all to see. You, or me.
Daemon knew she had some sense afterall, but letting him choose where to go Daemon believed wasn't teh brightest idea. Daemon as well as Wrigley and Logan turned their eyes upon Arguin, who seemed to be having an internal battle with himself.
I could go back with him...he is my brother...he can help me get control of the strength in me like I want. But he takes it too far...but then, I go go with Meskeet. But I had just only met her...what if she leaves me out somewhere, and I have nowhere to go. What if she just uses me...why is it so hard to chose?! He mused in his mind.
The wind blew gently here, the feather that hung from his ear swayed back and forth gently, he thought of another thing, what if Meskeet stayed here with him...if he stayed here, if Meskeet was here, maybe things would be better....if she stayed...and he came...maybe they could both kill him, he was the one that had changed Arguin so much...
No one was sure what to do at this point...but now it was getting later in the day...
This would take all night. It had already taken all day as it was.
And what exactly would I use you for? I have no goal that would ever need your help. But I've still got to kill you someday so whatever you decide it better not be stupid.
She sat. What else was there to do? She was careful as she did it so as to arrange herself in a manner that no pressure would be on her right hind leg.
As she did though, she gradually took in the new arrivals. The fluffy one just looked plain dumb. Not intelligence wise, but because he was so fluffy and white. The other looked slightly suspicious, but she wouldn't of remembered either of them had someone described them.
Arguin's eyes were wide now as he turned to Meskeet. She really had said that. She did, he couldn't believe it, his eyes narrowed at her as his darker half wished to take over and pounce on her, to teach her where she stood against him.
He narrowed his eyes at her and walked over to stand beside Daemon, Daemon, having a grin upon his maw, "Seems he's chosen the right path for now...come on...lets head back..." Logan and Wrigley turned and already started to pad back.
Daemon was waiting for Arguin, but Arguin seemed to want to settle a score with the female...he might as well.
Arguin trotted up to her as Meskeet sat down, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I'll be with them for now...but wait until we meet again...I'll teach you something then, you'll see..."
With that Arguin turned around and headed off with the other three back to Phib's land. From that moment on, Arguin decided he'd get stronger, more control, and see Meskeet again...
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:35 pm
Part 8 Meskeet and Rage.
It was after Amelie had said Rage could stay with her and Phib that night...it was actually a few nights past. Malik told her to stay in the large den he had made before, a few of the wolves were there. Malik, herself, Cael too. They were all sleeping soundly, except her, she seemed to never catch a break.
She was getting older, adolescent borderline, she was nearly there. But things bothered her, the past wouldn't leave her alone. Her mind wouldn't rest...it tortured her in the night, and she tossed and turned squeaked in her sleep.
Something was there, someone, following her. Eyes gleaming white, suffering, pain, all there in those eyes. Running, she could feel her paws carry her over the ground, and she tripped, but kept going. Her heart ached and beat unsteadily it pained her, and she ran...just like she did when her family needed her most.
And she hated herself for it...when would she gain the courage to stand up and fight?
She had heard the rumors, those new wolves, Arguin, Daemon, talking of another wolf...the wolf that had wanted her. Was this them? Chasing her? Thunder cracked outside the den and her amber eyes shot open as she ran from the den.
Running...always running...when would she get the courage?
She had no one to motivate her, Nix was gone. Her family dead. She felt alone, and that's what she was in this state, her mind torturing her, alone she was. She ran through the rain that poured down, finding refuge under an overhang from a tree as the rain began to fade. The thunder receding back into the ocean, past the horizon.
She was on the beach, she watched the water, the ebb and flow of it as the waves lapped the shore. She knew that that wolf was coming...the one with the white eyes. But when would she find the courage to stop running, when would she learn to fight, who would teach her?
Rage was alone. Her black pelt shimmering from the beads of water that littered her fur, the crimson markings seeming to glow. Her mind was not yet at peace, she felt like she was dreaming...she wanted to wake up. But her dreams and mind had clouded her reality...was she was feeling and seeing was real.
Who she'd meet would be real...but who would teach her? Would she find them? She felt like she should run, something was coming, Rage was uneasy. She was close to the borders of Phib's lands, and she wasn't sure of what to do.
Sleep had been late to come. When it finally did Meskeet was pestered with frenzies of dreams. One in particular caught her and held her. She was chasing something, perhaps in a hunt.
Just as she lept at a smaller, dark figure, everything swirled and began to change. She was on a beach.
Yet a sudden sound nearby woke the borderline adult from her dream. She wasn't on a beach. And she definately wasn't where she fell asleep.
Her coat was damp It had been raining and she'd been walking in her sleep. Not a normal thing. But nothing was normal anymore.
It had taken some time after her meeting with Arguin and Daemon that Meskeet realized she'd been talking to Arguin, without spoken words. It had disturbed her and kept her up fretting over what was happening to her.
Something was definately happening.
Waves washed gently against a shore. The ocean was nearby. She really should sleep closer to her packmates from now on. If only they weren't all demented.
Meskeet walked quietly in the dark towards the sound and stepped silently onto the sandy beach. There was no where else she needed to be, and she could atleast see if the rest of the dream was waiting for her in the coming tide.
And there was something there. A dark figure was watching the waves. It was smaller than her though. Wolf, definately. But it was small and Meskeet doubted it would do anything uncalled for.
Rage was almost hysterical. Her mind haunting her with images of blood and pain of her loss, her family, gone, before her eyes. She didn't understand, why was this happening? This wasn't supposed to happen to her. All Rage ver wanted was to be normal, but it seemed her mind and body thought otherwise.
The sun was rising but some stars still littered the sky nad glittered among the blue and purple hues of the sky. Amber orbs watched the, as if questioning them.
What could she do?
She ran forward, and climbed up onto a rock that the water nearly touched. Her eyes wished to shed tears but she didn't allow them too, crying hurt to much. She hated the pain...sometimes Rage wished she would become numb. Perhaps she wouldn't feel this aching and sadness in her.
"Why did you leave me alone?!" she yelled up into the sky, as if talking to someone who wasn't there. "Why didn't you make me stronger! Why didn't you let me try to help YOU!?" anger, pain, sadness, loss, all welled up inside her tiny body.
She felt a presence.
Was it Arguin? She wasn't sure. She didn't care at this moment. Rage didn't want to run anymore, but she didn't want the ones she cared about...the ones who saved her, she didn't want them to get hurt because of her. He was coming...but what could Rage do to stop him?
She wanted to stay, and fight. But how?
"Why couldn't you just make me stronger..." she mumbled more quietly as she flopped down onto the rock beneath her, watching the waves flow back and forth.
Meskeet had paused where she stood. Just out of the woods and into the sand.
She stood and listened to what was definately a pup. But sadly she wasn't hungry at the moment and this pup, whoever it was, was not in as much unsuspected danger as it could have been.
A silhoutte upon a rock could be dimly made out and the brown pelted female noted that the pup itself was almost into adolescence.
If she had problems as a pup her adolescence would only be worse.
Meskeet did not feel sorry for her, but she was too tired and confused to by very mean.
"The strongest wolves are strong because they made themselves so. Nothing in the sky can give you that."
Rage craned her head to be able to look at a brown pelted wolf, female because of her tone of voice. This wolf seemed bitter too, Rage didn't like her attitude much...well, half of Rage.
"Be careful..."
"Stay strong."
"She's too big...will she hurt me too?"
"Don't be afraid."
"But..."
"Why won't you listen?"
The two side of Rage were bickering ni her head. Her personality split in two because of what had happened to her, loss, pain, no family. Everything gone. She did have Amelie and Phib...yes, she had them, Cael too.
"Don't tell me what the sky can and can't do...they're watching me..." Rage said, pertaining to the stars. Talking of them like they were the souls of her family, "I want to make them proud...I want to become what they would've wanted..." Rage stopped, this wolf wouldn't have any idea of what she was talking about.
But images of the past flickered in Rage's mind.
She stoof up and stepped down from the rock she was laying on, and padded over to Meskeet somewhat, her markings beginning to show bright in the rays of sunlight that were peeking over the dividing line of heaven ad earth, the horizon.
"Who are you? Why are you here..." she asked, trying to seem strong and fierce, but Rage was smaller than Meskeet physically, but she tried none the less.
Meskeet had a sour look upon her face. Pups were so stupid.
"You should be afraid. But I'm not going to hurt you. Atleast not tonight."
She chose to ignore the comments about the sky. Another crazy pup. What a few wacked out generations. The pup thought the sky was watching her and even argued with herself. Clearly there were problems here not being addressed. But, Meskeet wasn't one to crush crazyness.
"You don't own the ocean. I don't have to explain myself."
It would still be good to avoid upsetting the pup though. She smelled like Phib and Am?lie.
Rage watched Meskeet and listened to her words, and the fur on the back of her tiny neck began to bristle, a feeling Rage never felt before. She felt this way once before...she remembered...when she rammed herself into Arguin...and ran from him.
"Well don't you think your top wolf huh? You don't know anything." Rage said in obvious split tones, yet Rage herself couldn't notice them, not at all. But how did Meskeet know what Rage was thinking...
"Don't think and judge too quickly..." A voice thrummed in Rage's mind, unknown to Rage herself.
But then she sat back, ears folded back against her head, "I'm sorry...I just...I don't know what to do....he's going to come...thats what they said, he's going to come for me...maybe even to kill me...thats what Daemon and Arguin said..." she said lowly, as if ashamed of what she knew. She believed the wolf that was coming, the one with the white eyes...might try to kill her?
But she didn't know how to fight back...
Didn't know anything. Ha! Meskeet could have attacked her just for that. But, she was tired. And to bothered by current life to even waste energy on this little fur ball.
"Arguin's full it. Daemon doesn't seem much better." She had low opinions of both. She even helped Arguin and she was made to look like a fool! Bloody idiot. Anyway.
"If someone's going to kill you then learn how to kill them first. Murder isn't that hard. And you certainly won't be able to defend yourself if you don't try to get stronger and smarter while you wait for whoever He is to come."
"You don't understand!" Rage screamed outwardly, not meaning to on the inside. How could this wolf speak of such things, murder and killing. And she knew about Arguin and Daemon? But she didn't know that Arguin wasn't supposed to be real...he was supposed to be a myth, a legend...he wasn't supposed to be real...
"I can't kill him...I'll be what everyone said I was..." her eyes still looking at the ground. What was happening to her? Why was she feeling these things? She wanted to be strong, she wanted to be smart, but she didn't want to kill...she didn't want to do that anymore.
"I can't...I killed them all before....it was my fault..." she mumbled. Even though Amelie and Phib had eased Rage's mind, she couldn't help but feel like it was her fault that her family was dead...her fault her whole birthpack was gone.
"I don't want to kill him...I want to be able to be strong...and protect everyone here...I don't want to lose my new family, I don't want them to die because of me..."
Phib's pack all die? Meskeet sighed inwardly. She'd never be that lucky.
What was wrong with killing someone? The adolescent had never had any ill feelings towards it before. How weak some wolves truly were. Death was necessary to keep things going.
This pup was obviously over reacting. Right? No one could kill all of Phib's pack. Well. Maybe Phantom. But no one else was as capable as her alpha. For chrissakes.
"So what are you going to do about it?"
Rage sighed and pawed at the sand under her right paw. What could she do? She could do a lot...if she just tried.
"I just...I want to be stronger...I want to protect them...make them proud..." she said quietly, almost slurring her words together. Referring to Phib, Amelie, and making both them and her lost family proud.
"What would you do?" Rage asked, amber eyes trailing up to look at Meskeet. Pain and loss were held in Rage's, but other things as well...strength, and wanting revenge...on who and what, she wasn't sure...and why...she wasn't sure either.
There were ways to get revenge without actually killing. It was just that a certain satisfaction was gained knowing that you'd exterminated something forever.
So who was strong in Phib's pack? Meskeet really had no idea. Phib himself was likely strong, he was the alpha after all. There had to be a few others.
"Find someone to teach you to fight. You don't have to kill, but you'll have to fight sometime in your life." Might as well learn young and have better chances later on.
"Who would teach me though?" Rage wondered outwardly speaking. If she asked Phib, he'd get suspiscious, but she believed he knew what was coming also. She couldn't ask Arguin...she hated him. She wished Amelie could teach her, but Rage didn't think it would work out so well.
Maybe she'd just have to do it on her own...
"You can fight...if you just let go..."
"Shut up..."
"Why don't you listen? I can help you."
"No you can't!"
"Why are you afraid to be what you know you are on the inside?"
"..."
Rage's mind was still fighting. Opposite side of a single coin, one trying to aid the other. Rage wasn't sure what to do...she had rammed into Arguin...but if she did that when she was so little...what would happen if she was how big she was now. Would she become what Arguin was?
"I don't know what to do..."
Maybe Rage could make a plan...yes, maybe that could work. But how many days did she have before he came here?
"Someone's bound to be willing to help you. You aren't giving them enough credit." God, she sounded like she cared. Ick.
But this little thing just didn't seem to measure up in fighting standards. She could have possibly had splendid potential but not now.
How would you live if you didn't fight?
"Amelie doesn't fight. Phib protects her. Neither of them are hurt. Who will protect you? No one can if you don't let them. And that could hurt them more than any other thing you could do."
Ew. She was actually attempting to help. She must be sick or something.
Her life was screwing her up right now. There had to be someone she could kill to make it better. Not this pup though, naw, she didn't look to appetising.
"No one can help me..." Rage spoke, obviously not in her usual tone, something different, someone else speaking through her, "No one cna help me from whats happening to me...help me from what I'm turning into..." Nix could've, Nix had understood her. But Nix was gone, all gone. Because of Rage-
Rage had killed Nix...
Rage had killed her family...
Rage had killed something within herself, killed a control she once had, she turned to Meskeet with hateful eyes for a moment, taking a step closer to her, "No one can protect me, I have to protect them..."
"You know how to..."
"No I don't."
"You used to..."
"Then you're your only hope. I'd love to talk you into things but there's no point really. You'll either help yourself or you won't. And I guess we'll all find out which you've chosen soon enough."
That really all there was too it. Everyone had the ability to fight and survive, even if it was hard to find. If this pup was truly anything special, then she would in the end fight and protect herself. Otherwise she was just another weak life to be taken.
Meskeet shook her head and turned trot off.
Rage frowned at her angrily, she'd see. One day Meskeet would see, Rage was determined to change, change for the better. Be stronger, faster, smarter. To have an idea of how to handle herself, how to live.
"You'll see...everyone will see..." she mumbled quietly to herself as she watched Meskeet trot off. Rage went back to the shoreline of where the water met the sand and she looked into her reflection, and in her eyes began to see something different about herself.
Something was there....
Something that could help her. Yes, Meskeet would see, everyone would see, then she could make them proud.
It wasn't until sleep returned to her that Meskeet truly wondered what would become of the pup. She hadn't learned her name and the lighting was not in her favor, but there was some identifying traces visible in the moonlight.
Dreams troubled the potential seer dreampt of the Arguin, the pup, and a third, gray colored and oddly marked wolf.
She was interested. Arguin was at the gray wolf's mercy. And the pup was the object of both's desires. Yet neither of them were able to successfully obtain her. Instead a different wolf triumphed.
The brown pelted adolescent was woken by something hard being dropped on her head. Angry chitter didn't help as a brown squirrel with odd red markings danced in the branches above her.
Wait? A squirrel? The night was long for Meskeet and once again she was being assaulted by animals. But the squirrel was familiar and she realized she'd seen him before. Yes. He was following her. Hiding in the trees and brush during the day and always above her at night. What did the rat want?
You owe me. Was faintly heard from above. But not heard with her ears..
For what? She glared into the darkness above her.
You'll see..
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:36 pm
Part 9
Kaho missed the simply days when his biggest fear was one of his 'mates' finding out exactly how many 'mates' he had.
Now a days, he had no label like that attached to him by any female--no matter what Hayley said. Which, usually, would have made him a happy camper. But between keeping Phantom in line (even if the Ghost didn't know he was), trying to work things out with Tahara, and not being killed by one or more of those who had come to hate him in these lands, he was kept busier than ever.
If not for the very quiet, though extremely rare, time alone he managed to scratch by with each day, he'd likely have gone insane himself.
This place was one he liked in particular. A grassy hill covered in flowers that led down to the green field full of deer, rabbits and other wildlife. He had no interest in eating them (as if he could catch them anyway). He just liked to watch, observe.
Currently his eyes settled on a mother deer and her adventurous fawn. Kaho predicted it wouldn't live to see adulthood unless it got a bit smarter. His bright red eyes followed the tiny creature as it bounded away from it's mother.
You should watch him closer, the seer mentally told the doe, and in turn she lifted her head high before dashing away with her offspring close behind.
"Was it something I said?" Kaho joked to himself, rolling over and squinting his eyes. "It's bright out today."
So many creatures were stupid. It was depressing. Luckily Phantom's pack had less idiots than others. There were still idiots none the less though. Her general dislike for nearly all other wolves limited Meskeet's interaction with her pack members. But some of them she assumed where worth being around. Retsu atleast, intrigued her.
Kaho? Not so much. Yet the only seer she'd ever spoken with had been Amelie, and the brown female was curious to see if all seers were as crazy as the peacing loving gray wolf.
When she did catch the Butterfly Seer's scent it led her to a rather distasteful spot. Meadow, flowers, cute little animals? Should she even bother? It all seemed a good enough answer for her. Anyone who enjoyed this area was certainly idiotic.
"But you don't seem to mind. Like to relax in sunny little patches with butterflies and rabbits, do you?" Wasteful.
Ahh, the youth. Such snappy little bastards they were these days.
Kaho cranked his neck a bit and looked up at the female standing over him. "And hello to you," he greeted casually. By now, he was use to Meskeet. He'd already been inside her head, and as much as anyone could, he generally understood her. "You're so mean to be such a pretty little thing."
Oh, he thought she was crazy. But would he still hit that? You bet cha. Brown was the new black--not that he didn't like females who were black (or pink, orange, purple, blue, etc etc.).
"And might I enquire what you're doing out here?"
He annoyed her. He assumed he was the object of everyone's desires. "Careful. I might just have to go looking for Hayley later and we wouldn't want me to let anything slip..whether it's true or not."
He seemed to be a bit sensitive on the Hayley issue. It was rather amusing to Meskeet. She probably would end up searching the green wolf out later that day anyway and attempt to upset her. Just for the fun of it.
"But I've come to see you." Sadly. "Amelie has gone insane. Now would be an easy time to kill her should Phantom so wish it." There really was no other explaination for the gray seer's actions. Unless she was plotting something, she really had lost it. Meskeet was crazy, she knew, but not so much that she thought she was a seer.
No, someone was up to somthing. And perhaps now she could kill someone. That would surely have to sway Amelie. The looks she gave the adolescent said things that had to be corrected. Murder would surely erase all doubt.
Kaho couldn't help but laugh at the threat. He didn't think she understood the situation between him and Hayley very well. He didn't understand it very well. And unlike the rest of his pack mates, he'd never once tapped into her mind since she'd joined up.
There was absolutely no desire to know what she was thinking about.
"I'm so honored," the seer said in an over-dramatic voice. "As you can see, I'm so helpess right now. So, if you want to take me, I certainly can't stop you." Yes, that was dirty and very wrong. Espesically to say to a wolf who was still fairly young. But Kaho had no shame, so...
At the mention of Amelie, he looked a bit more serious, rolling back over and glancing up at her. "Phantom doesn't want to kill Amelie. I mean, not particularly more than any regular wolf. And what do you mean she's gone crazy? That chicka is one of the more sane wolves in this forest."
Pretty one, too. Shame about that big black fellow that followed her around.
"I have no use for anything you've got to offer." She was young, true, but she still understood what he was getting at.
Kaho? Never. Aside from having a great big butterfly on his back, he only had three legs, and, he was Kaho.
"Sane to you perhaps. But she's either gone crazy or is under the impression of someone who has." Not that she cared really. She was just bothered by her.
Speaking of Phantom though. "Why do we even keep you around? Surely Phantom could find another seer just as easily as Phib did. One that actually serves a purpose."
Was that to much to ask? As much more threatening environment as opposed to plotting with someone called the Butterfly Seer?
"Because Sky and me go way back," Kaho told her simply, using Phantom's original name only to emphasize exactly how far back they went. His eyes fled to the actual sky and stayed there for a time.
Amelie... She was sane, Kaho's opinion on that wouldn't wavier. He didn't quite approve of every opinion she seemed to have, particularly the one about not killing rabbits. Rabbits were good. So much better than deer.
--Er, right. Getting off track, his mind told him.
"Amelie is Phib's mate, Meskeet, not his seer." She was a seer, yes, but from what Kaho had gotten from Phib the word 'mate' ranked her far above that. "And anyway, Phantom likes the idea of having two seer, so you and I are stuck together. Actually, I'd suggest you start wising up to it before he considers ridding himself of you."
Hah. That would never happen. Would it? She was better than Audi, or atleast she'd tried to be. And she didn't see Audi being sent away. Unfortunately..
Stuck with him? Hopefully not. A seer? What would be the odds of two wolves saying that.
Grudgingly Meskeet believed Kaho over Amelie. Perhaps it was true then. Wouldn't that be interesting.
"You're quite sure of yourself. One can only hope your logic is misplaced."
Kaho didn't bother hiding the mild surprise he felt hearing that. "Of course I'm sure of myself. How can you not be when you're this fine?" Now that that was out of the way... "Why would you want it to be? You want to rank yourself as a gamma and live that way over being a seer?" The thought was laughable.
In Meskeet's mind, the amused voice told her, Phantom likes seer the most, you know.
And oh, the irony. Tahara chasing Audi around, trying to convince her to convert into being a shaman, and her worst enemy up and becoming a seer, which Tahara hated.
He had to admit it would be a fun display of events to watch.
She mused it over. Not rankings, it was easy enough to see which was better. But whether or not it was attainable for her? Hmph. That was left to be seen.
"Stay out of my head." The female glared.
But did he really? Perhaps she really would be able to serve Phantom with as much use and she'd wanted to the very day she'd met him. More useful than anyone else atleast.
That was for another time though.
"Alright, alright," agreed Kaho. If he was a person, he'd have held his hands up in his defense. But being a wolf, all he could do was step back and then turn away from her. "It's up to you," he told her. "If you want to ignore it and deny it, eventually it will go away. All I'm saying is Phantom won't be very happy with you if that happens."
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 11:06 pm
Part 10 Meskeet and Xipetotec.
A maw stained red with blood nosed the torn open carcas of a brightly colored pup. Pleased, a moist warm tongue lapped at the edges of Meskeet's mough to catch remaining traces of blood. This was satisfaction. This was what it was like to kill and devour another wolf. One less risk of a weak mind. The female carried a deep-set feeling of control.
This pup had wandered and somehow, despite not seeing or smelling it, Meskeet knew where it was. The ambush had been sudden. A task not too hard, especially considering the hues of the pup's pelt. Her first wolf, a young pup. It's tongue lolled near it's unfocused eyes. What a quick success the kill had been! The small male was too weak to put up a fight, and have been caught in such a surprise that he hadn't even seen Meskeet's driven face until her jaws encased his throught.
She would have passed the pup by as a meal had her prey not eluded her that morning. Bearing ill feelings, an empty stomach, and gaping curiosity she was merciless to her first-time prey.
Yet the new thoughts and sensations running through her had gotten the better grasp of her senses and it was with a jolt that the brown adolescent slammed shoulder first onto the ground.
A panting, hulking mass was above her and surged downward. With a twist the smaller Meskeet rolled out of the way and onto her feet in time to throw herself with a snarl at her attacker's head. Her fangs traveled a path to tear through an ear and yet the collided with nothing but a curving neck and a sharp shoulder. They brute threw her onto her back and she used her weight to turn it into a half roll from which she attempted to scramble from beneath what was clearly an older male.
But the male was by far heavier and he trapped her by one of her hindlegs. Hackling with her body taut Meskeet realed on her attacker. The male rose suddenly and back stepped out of her reach. In the same moment he lunger forth and wrestled her in a frenzy of dust. As they broke apart Meskeet made an attempt for the first time at his face. And she stopped, stunned and close, to a familiar face.
Xipetotec stared back at her with mirrored astonishment.
It was Meskeet who first broke the stunned silence. "Xipe?"
The oddly colored earless wolf gawked back at her for a few moments before collecting himself into a sit with his head held high and his mouth set in a curve of delight.
"What are you doing here?" For surely he should be with the pack?
"Looking for you." He was quite good at catching words if said slow enough. His lip reading wasn't the best, but is was easily passable.
"And that is how you great me?" Meskeet smirked in disbelief.
His grin broadened. "You killed my pup."
"How could someone like you ever have pups?" Really now, he wasn't a real catch.
"When I find some to steal I have pups. Cizin has its siblings. But there goes all my hardwork."
"Where is Cizin? And the rest of your lot?"
"Hunting."
"Are they nearby?" She became slightly excited but hid it.
"No, not really. They're after more elusive game than what I've seen around here." Xipetotec could hardly contain his excitement. The gifts she'd give him once she knew!
"Such as?" They were decent hunters, but had Cizin finally developed the stamina to chase down something hard to find?
He beamed. "Mable." Here would come the grin, boy this would be good!
But Meskeet did not grin. Instead she grew visibly tense. "How do you mean?"
"After you left Cassole quickly outlived her usefullness. And we couldn't leave Mable to tell the alphas. We had to run Maladay off aswell."
She sat in cold stillness. "Malady went back?"
"She did. Said she lost you." He shrugged and watched her. This wasn't how she was supposed to react. Far from it. Had he under thought it all? "Now you'll come with me. We can wait for Cizin and Coatlicue. Come on, I've finally found you."
"But you don't own me!" She burst.
It felt like she had become trapped. The things around her were being sucked away and replaced by emptyness. The few things she'd had to occupy her and motivate her had been orn from her sights. She felt snared and it was all because of Xipe's 'hunting'. The idiot.
With a snarl she lept at her childhood friend and tore savagely into his nose and muzzle. As he shrieked and thrust his head safe from her, the brown pelted female blurred into the forest.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 10:18 pm
Part 11 Meskeet and Arguin
It was surprisingly cool for a summer night. The brown pelted female blended in quite well with her surroundings.
There were rumors. She'd finally heard them.
Her, a seer. Or atleast a potential one.
And yet they were something that kept popping into her mind as she thought of her meeting with Xipetotec just moments before. He shouldn't have come here.
Cassole was mine to kill. Mable was mine to hurt.
Not anymore.
Xipetotec's fang had caught her face as Meskeet pulled away from her last attack on him. It had hooked from above her nose and clawed all the way un the side of her face to the outer corner of her eye. The right side of her face stung. She knew it would be a scar for life.
He must die. He is a fool. That was all I had.
You have more.
But Meskeet wasn't so sure. She felt..empty. Throughout her entire puppyhood and most of her adolescene her greatest joy had come from imagining what she'd do to her family as she got older and stronger. Now it was all wasted.
She had nothing but herself now. Practically useless.
It was growing forever darker. In her musing she hadn't bothered to stay on Phantom's lands. The event had taken place on Black Forest Packland outskirts after all.
She couldn't go back and face her pack. Not yet. Not now. She was too weak right now. It just wouldn't do.
But was she even in uncalled for land now? Meskeet hadn't paid attention to her surroundings and she heard twigs snap behind her.
He had been passing through this way. Actually keeping track of himself. Done a few things of training in his spare time, strength, speed, cunning, all was increasing. He would be ready. Slate eyes wandered over the surroundings, a familiar scent crossing his nose while he padded along.
The wind blew gently, the feather that hung from his ear swayed a bit while he continued on, to find it, find her.
He'd find her...he'd be sure of it.
She said she wanted to kill him. Well, truthfully he had other plans in mind. He was finally ready to see what he could do, harness the darkness within to give him the upper hand. To get revenge of all the times he was tortured in the past.
He would show her.
Arguin was sure of it, something about her no doubt attracted hi being to her. The darkness in her seemed to drive the shadow in him crazy. How she talked to him, talked down to him, no, that would change.
Everything would change today.
Stepping out from the underbrush Arguin's eyes fell upon her, she seemed different today, almost seeming defeated...perfect. Perhaps he would enjoy this more,
"Hello Meskeet...what are you doing out here...and all...alone?" he asked with a grin upon his maw. His eyes watching her as if the tables had turned, and she was prey now.
Of course. She was always alone, and when she finally truly desired solitude it wasn't granted to her.
"What's it matter to you?"
She didn't bother to say hello. It would be wasted on one like him, and she really just wasn't in the mood. The thought still lingered in her mind when she saw him. It was her intent to kill him aswell. How much work she had.
But not right now. She just wasn't feeling herself.
He was obviously feeling better than the last time they'd met. It bothered her to see. He was watching her funny and yet she was avoiding eye contact.
Wasn't he just the person she wanted to see. She felt bitter and when she finally did look at him it was with resentment. He was improving. He was succeding with whatever he'd set out to do. And there she was, back at square one.
"Get away from me you waste of blood."
His slate eyes watched her with an anticipation he had never experienced before, but it felt so natural to want...to want to do things to her that were just plain evil in others' eyes, but she deserved it. She wanted to kill him, but he had other plans.
"And why would I do that?" he stated simply padding closer to her, enough that if he fell to the side by accident, he'd fall right upon her.
He had other plans...
"You seem depressed...someone threaten to kill you?" he asked sarcastically with a smirk, "make you feel bad?" he asked in a babying tone.
He craned his neck down so he could then whisper in her ear, "I have other ways for you to hate even more Meskeet..." he said matter of factly. All he'd need was the right opportunity to spring at her...then it would be all downhill from there. Instinct would take over, and she would hate, hate him, and he liked that fact.
She threatened to kill him...but he thought of another way to make her suffer.
Meskeet glared and stepped away from him. "None of your business."
He was especially bothersome tonight. It was making her edgy.
"I'm not interested in anything you have to say. Go away before I kill you."
She snarled, but she knew she wouldn't be much to back it up. Tensely she attempted to escape into the brush. She'd messed up. Had she been paying more attention she wouldn't be stuck here with him. With just him.
He was different. He was surer of himself. Normally she would have fully accepted his challenge, but tonight was not as it normally was. Today hadn't been as she would have liked it.
He grinned and padded after her regardless of her snarl. His tail swaying behind him in a rather happy way...wonder why? He grinned even more...he knew why, but Meskeet didn't know yet.
"Not interested in anything I have to say?" he asked as he padded faster and curled himself around so he was blocking her path, "What of being interested in what I can do? What then?"
He took a step closer to her, as if trying to make her take a step back, to try and be intimidating."I know you hate me...I know you want to kill me...but I just can't live without the satisfaction of not giving you a reason to hate me Meskeet..."
His eyes gleamed and a different strength were hold within them, "I'm going to give you a reason to hate me..." hopefully she could put two and two together now. But she'd have to think...what would be the worst he could do to her, without killing her...
As he followed her began to slowly pick up her pace until he blocked her off entirely. She glared at him and her fur bristled. Two fights in one night? Lucky her..
What he could do? What did he mean by that?
"Obviously you can't do anything. The one time I even remotely help you you run back to your big bad brother. And then you assume you'd be able to teach me something. What you can do? I'd say impress me but there's no way you ever could."
A reason to hate him? He was on a roll. And as she thought this quite sourly it was then that she began to realize what he was getting at. His 'I know something you don't know' attitude, his idiotic antics, his dumb grin.
She stared at him with unbelieving eyes for a moment before she lunged weakly at him fangs bared. If only she wasn't so tired. She definately had to kill him now, and really, NOW.
Arguin simply grinned at her, Meskeet was basically arguing with herself at this point. He knew what he could do now...he had gone into his own mind to gain control, solitary control for this one moment, this one time, surely Meskeet would think of him different. Not think of him as an easy target from then on.
No, perhaps, he hoped, that she would fear him slightly.
WIth her lung Arguin stepped his body to the side and walked forward, missing her lunge and brushing his side against hers in the process. He turned around and basically flung his body weight upon her back and flopped forward.
Now would be the difficult part...trying to her her still and in one spot...
"Whats the matter Meskeet...tired?" he said as he nipped at her way, as if toying with her and her mind. He was trying to pin her down basically, toying with her even more he coiled his tail by hers, "I thought you'd enjoy this...I'd think you'd like it rough..."
Surely she'd have a reason to hate him after this. He'd essentially become part of her now...now if only she stayed still.
Meskeet attempted to roll. But he was so heavy.
She hated that he brushed against her and she hated that he was in aparent control at this point. Heck, he'd been in control ever since he'd first stepped out of the shadows.
How she loathed him now. She yelped and squirmed but after not to long she gave up. There was no victory in this for her. But he would pay..
Arguin grinned as it appeared he had her pinned, She yelped and squirmed but it was no use for her...and he loved that fact. Now he was in control, she'd hate him with a reason now. He'd be part of her, violated her, it was all too perfect in his mind.
He grinned and whispered in her ear once more before his onslaught of revenge upon her, "We love the ones we hate..." It was true, he was attracted to her. But now wasn't the time for lvoe, it was a time for revenge, violation, degration in the most wicked of ways.
Arguin had won...for the time being...
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After everything he planned to do was done, he didn't move, he stayed where he was, weight still upon her back, and a smile upon his maw of victory.
Now Meskeet would have a reason to hate...
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Meskeet lay curled under a tree, back to safety on Phantom's lands. Escape from Arguin had been a quick dash. Now she was worried.
Hopefully nothing would occur from the night's events. Hopefully. Hope hope hope. Something the female dreadfully lacked.
With glazed eyes Meskeet saw herself and three pups. Oddly colored and rapidly growing. They'd kill her surely.
She was slightly panicked. She didn't want pups. Ever.
Arguin was more clever than she had assumed. He'd obviously planned the whole thing.
A soft whine escaped her throat. What would Phantom do? There couldn't be a possibilty that he'd figured this to happen. Which meant she'd be disrupting his plans. She couldn't do that. Not to someone like him.
These blind and deaf creatures would be the death of her. Both literally and figuratively she believed.
No. She would have to kill them. But she'd have to expell them first. Which she definately couldn't do here.
God, she hoped she wasn't pregnant.
It was now that she truly wanted to be a seer. Wanted to see what was and would happen. Wanted to know what others thought.
She could feel the same ache Xipetotec felt, though it was his whole face that hurt. His pain made her face sting anew. His curses and confusion echoed dimly in her mind and for the first time she sat a visitor in his mind.
A crazed and glossy feeling passed through her as her mind shifted to yet another familiar figure. Like a shadow she stepped along side Malady and panted in the cool night. And yet she wasn't truly stepping at all. The stinging darkness and radiating heat after a mad dash clouded her thoughts as she caught notion of her deranged cousin after so many months.
Clicking his tongue, the brown squirrel, Toe as he called himself, sat perched above her. Yes. She would owe him. But she'd have to see first.
"You're a Seer. You know what they'll do. You know what he'll do. In who's dreams will you find the answer? A time for potential is over, now we must await the results of all you've done."
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