Long recap is Loooooong
(( Sorry, the others will be shorter. I should be shot. XDDDD; ))
“Devil, devil, devil!” A loud, shrill voice suddenly broke into the quiet and brisk afternoon. It was enough to startle a crow from his roost and alert a yearling buck to move on to other pastures, but not yet enough to chase the brute away from her. Her response to this was to scream louder, and run herself off the end of the large pile of rocks.
She stumbled as she half ran and fell to the bottom. It was a good ten feet below, and the force of it was strong enough to cause her legs to buckle. She hit the ground chest first with a yelp, and slid the rest of the way down. The large male had just enough time to watch her ooze away as he crested over the top of the rocks.
“Nadia!” He balked. “Get back here, you crazy stupid whore.” The black male bitterly remarked, and then began to pace as he estimated exactly how far the jump was. Probably not good for his leg- but, Aziz had seemingly run herself off well enough. He grumbled and lept down, keeping himself from losing control of the skidding fall by leaning to the side of the rocks.
Aziz situated herself upright, noticing the black wolf coming down after her. With a groan she pulled herself to her feet, and began to flail again. “Get away from me!” She howled, and started to run blindly to the left, her face still locked upon her son’s descending form. But as she hobbled around without looking, she did not notice the flash of grey that moved in front of her, and the two female bodies bitterly collided.
“Eek!” Amélie spoke as she fell to the side. “Mother, please! We’re not of trying to hurt you, yes?”
Aziz practically sailed backwards and went into convulsions. “I am not your mother! Who the hell are you? Witch child!” She flailed and danced passed Amélie, who regrettably, made no motion to stop her. By now Phib had caught up, although he was shaking his paws to try to get some of the small stones out from between his pads.
“Nadia, cut it out.” Phib hissed and curled his tail.
“Stop calling me that!” She writhed. “Stupid, stupid!” Then, she leaned her head back and screamed. It probably would have sent Amélie into fanatics if they hadn’t been chasing her mother in law for the past hour and a half now.
“God dammit, stop screaming!” Phib growled. “You act like we’re murdering you.”
“You’re murdering me?!” She screamed, and repeated the process of tilting her head back and screaming. She continued this for an exaggerated period of time, enough at least for Phib to catch up and walk besides Amélie.
“I will be murdering her if she doesn’t shut up.” He muttered to the grey.
Amélie frowned. “Shouldn’t say such things to your mother. She’s just afraid.”
“AFRAID!” Again the screaming.
“Shut up Nadia!” Phib hissed, and this time, moved quickly enough to grab her. She started to flounder, but he was big enough to force her down. It wasn’t too mighty of a feet- she was practically a sack of bones and old fur. She began to writhe something like a snake and scream, and he bitterly attempted to get a hold of her while placing a paw on her muzzle to keep her quiet. “Now!” Phib panted, finally having some grip. “Can we be quiet now?”
Amélie shook her head disapprovingly, but decided not to say anything. “Mother, just calm down. Not good for your heart.” The seer babied. “Phib, let her mouth go.”
Phib grunted and moved the paw, and was greeted with another shrill scream. “I’m too old for this.” He muttered under his breath as she hollered. Amélie smiled softly and winced, waiting for the old woman to be done.
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[No problem, Were, really XD Intro posts tend to be long ^^]
Mabon has long since left the field that he had encountered Nalue in. His fur was dry, and most of the mud had dried and crumbled off his fur, though some remnant still clung stubbornly of his tail and back. But unlike the mud, the memories of his encounter stuck to his mind like a troublesome burr. The pup had been so shy, so timid...she reminded him of himself, and that troubled the pup for reasons he could understand. Perhaps it was because it was painful to see his own suffering embodied in another wolf. Yes, that was probably the answer. To see such veiled unhappiness and struggling forced him to confront his own misery. To acknowledge it. Not that he understood any of this- he was just a pup after all. All he knew is seeing Nalue made him feel sad and unahppy, and he hated feeling like that. Maybe that was why he had left the little wolf so quickly.
He had ventured back into the woods, perhaps to find some proper food. Hunting was hard though for someone who could barely see and hadn't yet learned to compensate with smell and hearing.
He stalked through the woods, his ears pricking suddenly at some obscenely loud and shrill howling and yelping. His first impulse was to run and hide, and he did. He dove behind a nearby tree, staying very low to the ground in an attempt to seem less visible and obtrusive. It was a good thing (to him, anyways) that his brown fur blended fairly well with his surroundings.
After the screaming stopped, he edged out. Of course, it started up again and he almost dove back into his hiding place, but he decided against it. It seemed nearby, though far enough off to not be a threat. He sniffed at the ground and then at the air. Other wolves! He sunk back, debating on whether to explore or not. He was still a stranger in a strange land, and these wolves may not like a meddling pup on their turf! But he was curious, neverthless, and it was his curiosity that won out.
He stalked forward carefully, staying behind trees and bushes. He peeped out from behind a tree, staying perfectly still as he came upon three wolves. They seemed to be holding down another wolf. on no, were they torturing her? Mabon watched the group and jerked back quickly, startled, when Nadia started screaming after Phib let go of her mouth, stumbling over a tree root and falling to his little bottom.
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And she screamed. And screamed. Until it became apparent to Aziz that they had stopped really paying attention to her and waited in queue until she finished. With a shuddering sigh the female cut the scream off prematurely, and gruffly took in a shaky breath as the effects of running around for the past hour sunk into her bones. They didn’t even care! They’d run her around and they didn’t even care!
“Of course we care Mother!” Amélie peeped, and Aziz snarled.
“Witch child!” She hissed suspiciously. Who the hell was she anyways? She knew her to be that other Witch’s sister, but apparently this one was the real witch; a seer! It was slightly confusing- and Aziz just decided they were probably the same person anyways. That brought a slight frown to Amélie’s face, but she decided not to answer it.
But at about this time- something else grabbed Amélie’s attention. There was a child wandering around! Her heart lurched, realizing this was probably a rather disturbing- if not terrifying thing to fall upon for someone so young! And before that line of thought fell- Phib started to speak again to his mother. Which meant that in a few minutes, profanities were to ensue.
“You are killing me Nadia. Give it a rest.” He snapped bitterly, when Amélie bumped her head into him. “What?”
“Ssh!” She hushed. “People will get the wrong idea. You should not be speaking so harshly with little ears about.”
Phib was pretty much on a one track mindset, and whatever Amélie was trying to get across went in one ear and prompt fell out the other. He looked at her oddly, as if she had said something backwards, before turning back to his mother. He pushed a bit harder and Aziz bristled, and with a grunt he removed himself from the top of her. She instantly was on her feet, and ran to the tree opposite Mabon.
With Aziz shifting around widly, Phib caught sight of the orange pup in the distance. He made a face- and Amélie copied it a moment later when Aziz realized there was a child around the other side of the tree. She acted quickly, suddenly leaping around and pouncing on top of the scarred pup. She did not actually touch him- but quite suddenly, she was standing around him- the child somewhere between her ankles. She made movements with her head in an attempt to cage him in.
“Oh, god.” Phib balked. “Nadia, let him go. How many children must you mentally traumatize for you to be satisfied?”
Aziz glared at the pup between her legs and snorted. She gave no response.
Amélie whined. "Now now- Mother...!"
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Mabon has stayed stock still when he fell. Maybe they would just think the noise had been a squirrel or bird...but when he saw that one of the wolves- a female- had noticed him. His first instinct was to bolt and hide. He had no business spying on others anyways! But when the older wolf bolted towards his hiding place, he began to tremble. Luckily she stopped on the other side and didn't seem to be pestering him. But when the other wolf, the bigger male, noticed him, he knew he was int trouble.
He scrabbled up on to all fours, ready to run, but it seemed like everything was happening in slow motion. like it was a dream where he couldn't run. Move legs, move! he mentally whined, willing his termbling and twitching muscles to work. He didn;t act quick enough and found himself set up by old she-wolf. The one that had been screaming. Maboin fell over onto his back, even though he hadn't even been touched, and laid there still on his back, underneath her.
"Don' eat me!" he squeaked pitfully. "I'm sorry I was spyin' on you!" he howled, squeezing his little red eyes shut tightly. Everything was happening so fast!
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Aziz glared down at the child as he babbled. She hadn’t noticed- well, she hadn’t cared to notice when she’d first saw the flash of orange pelt that he was covered with scars. She too seemed to be carpeted with them- but despite the brief flash of sympathy, she suddenly remembered that what she was looking at was nothing but a child. And she hated children.
Speaking of children- Phib was sauntering forwards. Haggardly she snapped her teeth. “You! Get away.”
Phib groaned. He didn’t seem to be too concerned, although Amélie looked like she might faint. He looked at the child sympathetically. “She won’t eat you. She’s just deranged.”
“Who says I won’t eat him! I’ve eaten children before!” Aziz babbled.
Phib puffed. “It doesn’t look like you’ve been eating rabbits, let alone children.” He muttered, noting the shabby condition of her body and coat. “Just let him go.”
“Maybe he’s my son!” The black female hissed.
“I highly doubt that.” Phib deadpanned.
“He’s a better son then you-! What’s your name?” She suddenly asked, looking at the child. She had a kind of tick by now- her left eye was twitching, and it didn’t help her look sane.
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Mabon stayed on his back as the older she-wolf looked at him with contempt. He cracked open his right eye, peeking out, still trembling. his tail was tucked between his legs, and he laid back instinctually in the traditional canine position of defeat and submisson.
Mabon lifted his head slowly to look at Phib, though most of what he saw from his vantage point on the grond were the male's legs.
He was swept away by the dialouge exchange. Eating childrne? oh no, what place was this! Crazy. This old wolf had to be crazy. Deranged, as the big wolf called it.
He rolled to his stomach very slowly, still under Aziz.
"M-m-mabon." he stuttered timidly. The way the old wolf's eye was twitching did nothing to assuage his fears.
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“There, see.” Aziz snapped. “Mabon. Mabon is my favorite son.” She made attempts to pick him up- but with the child on his back, she stopped in confusion and ceased the idea. She wasn’t actually sure what she was talking about. She hated children; but she seemed to say very strange things when Phib was around.
Phib seemed less amused then he had been a second ago. “Nadia. Get away from the kid. He’s got nothing to do with the fact that you’re obviously disturbed.”
She darted her eyes back and forth. For a person who was attempting to shove off the notions of being disturbed, she was making some rather disturbed mannerisms. For some reason her eyes fell back on the Witch Child, who seemed to be viewing the scene with that blankened stare and slackened jaw. “Make your Witch Child make me move then!”
Phib glanced appreciatively over at Amélie, who sent him a scowl. He looked back and Aziz. “Witch Child says no.”
The black wolf shook and bristled, before looking down at the cowering child. So quick it would be too! But the point of a hostage was to have some sort of thing to bargain on, and Aziz bitterly realized she had nothing to bargain for. With a hiss she stepped off the child and dashed over to the other clump of trees.
With the kid out of his mother’s way, Phib stepped between the two just in case she went up in arms again.
“You’ve always been embarrassed of me!” Aziz spat.
Phib snorted. “I think we're so far past the embarassed stage. This is just into the new levels of filial horror.”
While the two argued, Amélie trotted quickly over to the pup, and made a third baraccade between Aziz and him. But she decided to ignore the other two. “So sorry!” She said softly. “You are alright, yes? Mother is just upset. Doesn’t know what she’s doing. Phib always talks too harshly.”
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Mabon lay on his tummy now and looked to Aziz curiously. Ostara was his dame, not this wolf! But she was gone now. Back home with his sire, Samhain. The wolf that had put his scars where they were. His mother was gone. Did..did this wolf want to be his new mother? Suddenly she was mving though, stepping away in retreat. He watched her leave and frowed, ears down. She wouldn't have made a good mother anyways. She was very unnerving to be around. he had never seen a grown wolf act THAT way before.
Mabon looked shyly at Amélie, albinistic eye wide as he looked her up and down. What had the old wolf been calling her? A witch? She didn't look like a witch. She looked...nice. But it was hard to tell who was really nice and who wasn't.
"I'm...okay." he finally said softly, as though he had needed to convince himself of that fact first. "I'm sorry I was spyin' on you. I jus' got curious when I heard the screamin'." he sheepishly admitted.
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(( Gaagh. I always miss posts when I start doodling. So sorry!))
Amélie smiled affectionately, as if she had completely removed her mate and his mother’s voices from her mind. Unfortunately- although willpower might have aided it, her powers did not stretch as far as to mute another from her weary mind. “No no! I was just thinking that it is bad to be making such a fuss. People might think it was trouble.” She frowned and shook her head. “It is good to see you care. Mother needs to think people care but-“ her voice trailed off long enough to catch the rest of the argument.
“You!” Aziz was shouting. “If I had known you would have been trouble, I would have drowned you.”
Phib groaned. “I’ve never caused you any trouble. Your just inventing all these conspiracies I’ve never been apart of. Get out of here Nadia, you’re making me ill.”
Aziz sputtered. “You chased after me!”
“After you launched yourself into my rib cage.” He reminded.
“That was purely coincidental! I would have hit harder if I had known it was you!”
Amélie smiled sheepishly and wagged her tail. “She means well. She’s had a hard time. But oh! So many scars-“ She spoke softly and sniffed at the child’s head. “Are you alright?”
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[It's okay ^w^]
Mabon kept his head down, only occasioanally flicking his eyes up at the older wolf. He wasn;t sure if it was as much a matter of caring as it was curiosity about who ahd been screaming like a banshee. But he decided to keep that part to himself.
He turned his head to the male wolf and the old wolf, listening only briefly as they argued back and forth. It was scary. He turned back and faced Amélie with wide eyes.
"Why do they hate each other?" he whispered, indicating Phib and Aziz. "And why does the old wolf think I'm her son?"
This was all very puzzlingfor the child.
He shrunk away reflexively when Amélie leaned down to sniff at him. He was a bit dirty and quite a bit on the skinny side himself- he was a terrible hunter and had no pack to help him. He winced at the mention of his scars.
"They don't hurt half as much as the pain that put them there." he mumbled cyptically. He wasn't even sure what he meant with that one. it just sounded good at the moment. "A monster did it. But I'm okay now. They stopped bleeding and hurting awhile ago."
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The grey wolf frowned, and flattened her ears. For a second she felt a flash of memory bubble up from the scarred child- but her reflexes chased it away before her empathy took hold of the pain as well. Such a terrible thing for a child! “A monster...” Amélie spoke in soft tones, and there was no hint in her voice that she disagreed with him, or was pandering to his youthful mind. “Such a cruel thing... I will look out for it.” She hushed, before looking towards the arguing relatives.
“Stubbornness runs in the family.” Amélie remarked. They had digressed to profanities, and she hoped the child wasn’t picking up any of them. “Also, temper. She wants a son and he wants a mother but they don’t want the one life gave them.” She lyrically quirked, luckily out of earshot of the both of them. Which was there fault anyways, with all the yelling.
“I don’t think she things you’re her son.” She frowned and poked about. “But...if she does I shall be speaking to her. It shall not last long.” She chuckled nervously, and fidgeted. She did not like the tension family seemed to bring to her family. Phib was always at ends with his- and her family, although considerably quieter, had just about as many dysfunctional problems as Phib’s had. Hers, perhaps, were more socially agreeable.
But her attentions moved back to the child’s scars. He looked so thin! She did not dare ask where his parents were. And it made her heart sorry. "I am sorry she frightened you. She's old though- I think she is of being harmless, yes. When Phib is not so angry headed, I shall tell him about the monster. He is good with monsters." When he wasn't being a beast himself, that is.
[Eek ;00; I must be off now, headache is just too yucky. <3 If you post a response, I can make my next post in the guild~ Or, feel free to start a thread if you'd like to continue. ]
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