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 Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 10:41 am
(( EDIT: I was thinking that Fluke could have left Iphis early in the morning and that's when he got attacked, so hopefully she wouldn't be that far away. Hopefully that'll be okay! ))
He lay on the ground. Just lay there. His blood pooled around him and the wound in his side hurt him more than he ever believed. It felt as if his insides had been dragged from his body and his life flashed before his eyes.
It was a short, boring life.
Yet the last image that flashed into his vision was not his snarling grandmother, but Iphis. They had not known each other long but they had made a connection. He had made a friend.
He gave a long, low whine, aware now that he had been left alone and let himself lie at the bottom of the gorge. The scent of his blood was so strong that he knew others would be drawn to him. Already he could have sworn he heard the low, greedy caw of a crow and his whole body shivered. He didn't want to be eaten by the crows!
And his mother. His mother was in danger!
He gave a long, low growl of pain and tried to force himself to his feet, only to find himself giving up before he had even started. There was too much pain, too much blood.
He let his head fall back down, the scrapes on his face bright red against his black and white fur.
Mother... He wished she was here, nuzzling him and washing him, smothering over him as he lay in the den. His birth den.
The gash in his side was the worst of his injuries, but his whole form had been bruised and battered by his fall into the gorge. In fact his vision was already swirling again and he wished that he could just sleep.
Sleep.
Yes that would be good right now...
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 7:37 pm
(( That's fine ^^ ))
A disgruntled, low, bark sounded from above as the stocky female caught sight of the bedraggled mess which was Fluke. She huffed as she tried to work her stubby legs in such a way as not to fall down the incline, claws scraping against the rough porous rock. At the last she jumped, landing heavily and jarring her side which, even now, was still giving her a little twinge of pain at times.
There was blood all around, pooling under the black and white form. She snapped at a rather adventurous crow who had taken the initiative and was scooting up close to the one form. A quick bark and lunge and the feathered pest was shoo'd off.
"Whit mess huv ye got yerself into now" she said, her voice much softer than her words. In truth she didn't know what to do. She was no shaman, no healer, and had never deal with such horrific looking injuries. A concerned look was etched onto her face as she looked him over, trying to find the worst source of blood loss or pain. "Cannae dae without me fur ten minnits!" she exclaimed, again more softly than she might have if she'd truly been annoyed. "Whit are ye like" she sighed as she found the large gash on his side.
Lowering her head she gently licked at the matted fur around the wound, prising it away so she could see the gash itself. "Whit in hell happened tae ye?" now her voice could be said to have something resembling concern tinged with fear. He was her first true friend, really, she didn't want to lose him. Her first instinct was to clean the clotted wound but also to try to hold him together, to stop the blood coming out. Wether that would work or not she didn't know. "And how are we gonnae get ye patched up, stupit bugger.." her voice almost broke and she growled nipping the edges of the wound with her teeth - gently but with force, the blood tricking into her mouth and slightly sickening her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 6:42 am
There was a sound buzzing in his ears, keeping him from sleeping. Yet somehow he found he could not focus on it. The words were so echoed and fuzzy that he could not distinguish anything. In fact it felt as if his head had been dunked underwater. Was this what death sounded like? A chorus of gurgling calls that lured his soul into nothingness?
Then suddenly he felt something touch against his wounded side and a terrible flaming pain erupted within, swelling out over his entire form. He visibly tensed and suddenly his ears worked again.
As if her attention had brought him round from the grasp of death he seemed suddenly to be snapped from his sleepy trance. His body tingled with pain, the fur bristling on his shoulders and he tried his best to raise his head. Fear gripped him as he tried desperately to see what was attacking him. Maybe it was that crow, come to peck at his innards.
Blue.
Something calmed within him and it was then that the wolfess' thick accent truly sank in. A friend. A friend was here.
He relaxed again and let his head sink back down to the ground, a small whimper rolling from his throat. Wolf...wolf... He tremored in fear and his ears pinned flat against his skull. His eyes were rolled back to try and gaze at Iphis, the whites seeming to glow. Fight...pain, so m-much blood. Then he tried to move again, his forelegs trembling violently as he tried to force himself up. He paused, gasping for breath and slowly turned to face her.
Imma gonna die 'ere Iphis. He raised his head to the glance to the top of the gorge, visibly struggling to form words. Wolf migh' come back...yah betta scarper 'fore she does.
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 6:59 am
Her mind churned, unaccustomed to having to worry about such things as wolves bleeding profusely at her fet. She wasn't mentally equipped for this! Just as she thought he might have gone, his shallow breaths seeming to have slowed to nothing, she felt him stir. His scrap of a body seemed to be pulling together and his voice croaked the warning.
She didn't let go of his wound yet for fear of it reopening fully but began to mull over his words. Another wolf, eh? She'd dealt with plenty wolves who liked to pick and prod and bully but never had she come across one who'd do this sort of thing to their own kind. She hadn't considered that another wolf might have done this to him and the thought now confused her. She wasn't good at dealing with others for the most part but she was confidant she could hold her own against any bugger that tried to get the jump on her.
Her teeth, tongue, whole mouth in fact, were coated in slowly coagulating blood. It tasted foul - not like the blood of prey at all, but she bore with it until she began to retch silently. She was not exactly the most gentle of nurses and pulled back suddenly to cough up some ruddy coloured saliva and to get a few beaths of air. She took the oppertunity to reply whilst inspecting the wound. "Yer no gonnae die ye stupit bugger, haud yerself thegither. Yer worse than a pup wi a wee scratch whinin tae it's mother." she chastised, softly, not meaning or sure of a word of it. "An if the b*****d that did it comes back they'll have tae worry about me no the other wa around." she added.
The wound's bleeding had slowed a little if only by virtue of the congealed blood which had started to form around it. What in hell was she supposed to do now?
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 7:19 am
He flinched at her words and gave another long whine, trying his best to stand. Iphis was right, he wasn't going to die, but he sure felt like he was going to. He eyed her for a moment, wincing as he spotted his own blood at her maw. What did wolf's blood taste like? His lips curled up a little and his nose scrunched in disgust. Yet the expression soon faded under a wave of fatigue.
Again, Iphis was right, the old she-wolf that had hurt him so would be no match for her brute strength, but it didn't stop the gangly male from worrying. In his eyes old Sirena had been a mighty foe. Full of snarls and a mouth brimming with sharp, fatal teeth.
He glanced wearily up the gorge and moved a step towards it, stumbling in such a way that his chest struck the ground. The breath was knocked from him and his golden eyes turned back towards his friend. There was a pleading look in them, a shimmer of hopelessness that reflected the pale morning light.
Ma mother. He coughed, The wolf's gunna ge' ma mother. In all the days he had cursed her but he did love her. He had needed her and relied on her and deep down he knew Orphen cared. She was a lost soul, unsure of her position in the world. A lone striving for love. He could understand that...sort of.
He crumpled to the ground again and moved to nose at his own wound, sneezing as the liquid dribbled into his nostrils.
To Iphis' comment he said nothing. He was a pup and deep down he knew he'd always feel like one. Being an adult was far too scary.
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 9:55 pm
Iphis leaned lightlyagainst the black and white male, trying her best to lightly support him as he stood without jostling him too much. "Watch yer side.." she murmered, watching it herself and somewhat fearing the unknown, the gash which might, it seemed to her, tear open and begin to ebb his life away. Her fear crystallised as he stumbled a moment later. "Ah think yeh should maybe stay sittin' doon fur the noo... at least for a wee while.." she paused, looking around them at the gorge walls and wondering how in hell they'd get anywhere even if he did manage to stand long without falling.
His voice grabbed her attention, his words more. His mother? She didn't think he kept family ties - at least it had seemed that way what with him being so bedraggled and all. Perhaps he wouldn't have if but for this unfortunate attack. Things were become less random and more... plannd. Iphis didn't like plans, didn't like the underlying plotting and so on which she couldn't get her mind on. Sneaky wolves, hmph.
"Why wid they want yer mother?" she asked, wondering if it was some odd fancy of the strange male. He could see demons in any shadow, leapt at the slightest thing, it wouldn't be hard for him to imagine some wolf out to get his family but there was something more desperate in his golden eyes than the usual abjectness.
His earlier attempt to get up the gorge dawned on her slowly. "And don't tell me yer gonna try and dae anythin' aboot it either way, eh?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 4:57 am
She turned on me, turned on her own mother. They all did, all four of them. Now I will return the favour. I will wipe those traitorous whelps from the world...and their offspring.
The old she-wolf's words replayed through his mind and he could not help but wonder what had happened. Had his mother truly done something terrible to her own? Was he destined to follow that same path? And who were these others? His aunts and uncles perhaps? He could not believe that his mother would do something so horrible, do something that had made a wolf into a demon. He shuddered and drew in a sharp breath, trying to ignore the pain in his wounds.
Ma mother... He spoke sadly, Mother di' sumthin' bad. He looked again to the top of the gorge and allowed himself to sink to his stomach on the ground. Suddenly his life had gotten far more complicated and where once he had embraced freedom he now faced returning to his mother.
As much as he disliked her and she him, he could not stand back and let Orphen be killed. He loved her! They were still family no matter what happened and she was all the family he had ever had.
He turned his head around to gaze into Iphis' face once more and released a small whimper. His flea-ridden pelt was now marked with the wounds of his battle but there was something in his gangly form that had not been there before. A determination. He may have been a wog. May have been a hopeless, flea-ridden lupine but he knew where his loyalties lay.
If I dun go fin' ma mother tha' ol' she-wolf is gunna ge' her. He fought to stand again, his body shaking as he regained his paws. The wound inhis side had stopped its fierce bleeding but with each movement the skin was jarred and a trickle of crimson ooze made itself apparent.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 12:43 am
(( Geh, sorry this has taken so long ))
His mother had done something bad? So why had he been attacked. All of this was making little sense to Iphis. She was a wolf who dealt with there here and now - not the distant future and odd events over which she had little control. When the scrawny male announced his intention to go find his mother the she-wolf sighed dramatically. "Aye and whit good are you gonnae de, eh?" she eyed him "Look at the state o' ye. If you go and tell yer mother and the one as did this to you turns up you'll be crow-food." She grimaced slightly as he tried to stand. "And if ye try and move sae fast when yer that beaten up yer no gonna make it as far as yer mother."
The blue and pale yellow female pushed against her companion lightly. "Sit doon, gie yersel' a rest for a bit and then ye can think about goin' tae talk tae people." she said, hoping he'd get the notion out of him while he waited. "If ye go noo ye'll no make it very far, ye might as well rest then ye can go faster, eh?." It was pushing the edge of her reason to get him to stay using words - she didn't want to use force as he looked like he might crumple at the gentlest push.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 10:37 am
(( Quite alright <3 ))
JHe turned to her with those pleading eyes again, golden orbs boring into her. He was torn, so torn inside that he didn't know what to do. Little voices flittered through his mind, some calling him to aid his mother and the others telling him to forget her.
She had let him run away, she had not even looked for him, she blamed him for her loneliness. Why should he return to a wolf like that when he finally had his freedom?
His ears twisted in hesitance and for a moment he looked as if he were caught in a noose. Then slowly he nodded and allowed himself to lay down, stretching out on the ground beneath him.
Maybe yer be righ' He replied slowly, Do feel a bi' tired, eh. Then as he lowered his muzzle upon his forepaws he gave Iphis that look again; like a pup would give it's mother. Yer won' leave me...will yah?
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 10:27 pm
Her eyes caught his and, after a moment, she looked away. Sometimes there seemed to be something else there, a great deal of pain which she wasn't sure yet whether she wanted to truly know about. The blue female stretched her legs, trying to rid herself physically of this mental discomfort. She glanced back at the bedraggled looking male as he spoke. He seemed torn but Iphis, bever having been the best at reading complex emotional angst, wasn't sure what to do.
"Aye, take a rest" she half-echoed him. "An of course ah'm no gonnae leave, no when yer in that state." That seemed a little soft, so she added "And anyway, ah would think a pathetic thing like you wid end up crow feed soon enough if ah did. Thon crows are fat enough buggers as it is."
She gave him a wan smile as she sat down beside him. "Dis it hurt a lot?" she enquired, eyeing the wound again and still wary of how bad it looked.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 8:28 am
Fluke gave a long whine as he shifted slightly, allowing his body to relax. One ear was turned towards Iphis, but the other was pointed away, perhaps so he could hear any approaching danger.
Her question prompted him in shifting his muzzle, Yer, I spose it does. He replied, but it seemed to be nothing compared to the pain in his heart. His sharp mind was beginning to find connections and slowly the reasons for his mother's behaviour was becoming clear.
He had looked so much like his grandmother, so much so he could have been looking in a mirror. It was his face that had been the same, that white stripe, the dark fur. Is that what his mother saw when she looked at him? Painful memories of the past?
His heart ached and he whined again, shifting as he tried to ease it. Ah know why ma mother hated meh... He continued slowly, Ah reminded 'er of her own mother, ma gramma. He shuddered slightly and tucked his tail up against him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 12:34 pm
Iphis didn't really understand this complex thread of family entanglements. She'd had her share of family ups and downs but she couldn't imagine a situations which would make a grandmother kill her daughters offspring just because they looked alike... The blue wolf shook her head, trying to get rid of the fuzzy, crawling feeling she was getting as the problem tried to work itself out. This was why she didn't like this sort of complex social stuff. Too much of it hurt her head.
Her answer would usually have been a snide comment on how she would have wanted to do away with him too if he was her wean but she couldn't bring herself to it. It wasn't the time or place and the male looked so dejected by it all. He had always seemed somewhat weedy and mournful but this was more than that. The hurt of his grandmother attackings him, from what she could see, had opened a wound worse than that on his side. The bluff female, though, could not voice this odd set of observations.
"Are ye cold? hungry?" she wasn't exactly the softest or gentlest of nurses around but she'd grown a bit too fond of the ragged male to not care about the fact he was so badly beaten up. She also didn't want to antagonise him about all this odd family business. If he wanted to tell her more he no doubt would.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:14 am
He forced himself to sit again, somehow unable to settle. He couldn't rest when he knew that beast was trying to kill his mother. What was worse is that as far as he knew, she was going in the right direction.
He had come from the West and that beast was going there.
Mother... He drooped his ears and suddenly he was growling, snarling. He was infuriated that such a thing could happen. Why did he feel so strongly to protect his mother when they had never got on?!
The fur on his shoulders bristled slightly and he turned to Iphis.
No' hungry or cold. He huffed, I nee' tah get to ma mother. Iphis...will yoo help? Then suddnely he realised what he was asking. He was asking his only friend to walk into danger with him. Because whether he had realised it or not he did consider the blue wolfess a friend now.
No...forge' it. And he stood slowly, wincing in pain as his wound tugged painfully.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 6:15 am
Iphis watched the restless male, wondering at his shift in attitude. In their short time together she'd not seen him quite so agitated before. Her eyes locked on to him, wondering what was going on inside that pitiful shell of ragged fur. It was then that a look came onto him which she could not have imagined in the skittish black and white omega. Determination. Angry determination.
Somewhat shocked, she blinked her yellow eyes as if trying to dispell a sudden illusion. His words, when they came, almost sounded as if they were from another wolf such had his tone differed from normal. And before she could even answr him he had renounced his uestion. Well, bugger that.
"You ain't goin' anywhere by yersel' in that state." she announced, her posture suddenly becoming much more erect. She didn't even have to think about whether or not she'd help him. This one wolf who could accept her wasn't one she was going to let dissappear into the woods to face again the wretched beast who'd done this to him. Despite still having aches in her side she would not see him hurt further and not act.
"An' if ye really have tae dae it ah'll come along." she said, in a tone which brooked no argument. "If ah leave ye alone ye'll just end up gettin' yerself killed an' then it'll be back to eatin' rabbits an' mice for me" she added in her ususual, slightly mocking, manner. The mood had become dark and she wanted to pull him back from that. "Fluke yer an odd wee wolf" she said finally, shaking her head a little.
Who would have thought, afterall, there'd be such determination in that ragged little body? Behind that meek, scared attitude.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 7:29 am
((If you like we can call this the end? You are welcome to put in a last postage though! We'll have to meet in thread to chat about more plottses! ))
At her firm tone he seemed to snap back to his old self, cowering a little. For though his mind was sharp he was physically weak and being in the company of such a brute of a female did, understandably, make him wary.
At her words he gave a small huff and tried to straighten his posture. He managed to stand and with a small shake of his head glanced up to the top of the gorge.
Well yer a weird wolf too. He remarked, Na' very lady-ike, eh? Bossin' me aroun' like yer sum sorta alpha. Yet the smile on his maw made it clear it was only another tease. It seemed that they had developed a strange sort of communication out of light insults.
Come on then, le's ge' goin 'fore its too late. And slowly he moved forwards, diging his paws into the sides of the gorge to help heave himself up.
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