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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 2:28 pm
 Standing over her latest kill, a wolf male, he had been strong, Psyche shook blood from her muzzle. He hadn't hurt her. Hadn't even touched her. He wasn't worth it. To him, she would have been just another prize. Something he could take and show off to friends. The trophy, the invincible hunter that he had defeated. Weak b*****d, how dare he. So he went in the pile of all the other pathetic wolves she had killed.
Dead. The weak all deserved to be dead. Psyche was still so angry... so many rumors were going out about her. The wolf who would only mate the one who defeated her. The unbeatable, powerful, cursed wolf that she was. It infuriated her enough as it was... but to have so many weak suitors. Pathetic. Ones who were strong enough to hold her interest she would let live, but the weak ones like that one had been... no, they would all have to suffer and die.
Suffer and die as she suffered. Then Psyche went back to her den and waited. Waited. Waited. Waited until the next one would come to challenge her. Her and her curse.
If only they knew.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 3:30 pm
Mizer had never heard of the maiden who awaited a suitor who could defeat her or her curse. He never took much time or intrest in stories. Those were for weaker naive wolves. No, he was out, on Trent's orders, to scout out the woods for any near by herds. So far he had been unfruitful. It was not that he liked working under his older brother, the truth was he hated it. He awaited the day where he would over through Trent once and for all and claim his right as alpha. The nerve of Trent being blessed with that sash. It sent tingles down his spine just thinking about it. He did, however, care about the well being of the pack. He had a second chance and he was not going to be ungrateful. He would do the stupid little jobs he was given for now until he was alpha. Then Trent would be the out cast. Oh how he loved to linger on those thoughts.
The scent of blood caught his nose. It was thick and luring. Had a wolf been lucky and found a herd? He was going to go check it out. Much to his surprise he found a wolf, its throat had been ripped open and it was pathetic. Mizer's sight fixated on the corpses beneath this one, decaying and rooting. Who would, who could do all this. He would have to be cautious, either a bigger animal was doing this or a crazed wolf. He hopped up into the nearest tree. Being a pure blood from the celestial pack he was good at climbing tree's and even better at being stealthy. Mizer was not afraid of death, he was just smart. What ever did this was ruthless. Maybe these wolves deserved it, he did not know, but so many corpses. The stink of rot covered his scent. He was safe in that spot, but no, he wanted to know what did this. With forceful legs he sprung into the air catching another tree branch with a silent thud. He was light on his feet. He had to be.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 8:20 pm
The scent of prey. Another wolf coming to see her? Psyche didn't know, but she lurked. Waiting inside her den, eyes keeping track of even the smallest movement of a blade of grass. Another thought that didn't come to her often was that she wished no one would come and see her, but as always it was quickly squashed. She would do anything o be rid of her curse... but not to a weak wolf. Not ever. Not ever. She wouldn't do anything but keep up her father's way.
Destroy the weak, and find the one and only love. The one stronger than she was. And she could hear another one. The dull thud. That was all... a sneaky one, whoever he was. Perhaps it was just a bird... but she doubted it. Too many wolves had tried to sneak up on her. Pathetic. No one would get past her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 8:44 pm
Mizer caught the scent of another wolf. It was extremely faint through the musk of rot and decay. Who ever did all this was close by. Curiosity caught the better of him. Crouching down on the branch and leaping to another tree he neared the den. Branches passed under him like he was flying. Mizer was light on his feet, a good trait to have. He was now close enough to see inside the den. A hint of bright violet and white caught his eye. He could not see the rest, it was to dark and he was relatively high up. He did not want to bother the wolf and get on his or her bad side but he was curious.
"Hey!" He called down to the wolf in the den. He did not mean to be so blatant but the not knowing who did this was killing him. He knelt closer to the branch getting a better baring on his balance.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 9:11 pm
Psyche walked out, slowly, her very prescence almost over-whelming in force as she came out, the scent of blood and decay clinging to her as she moved, her eyes saying: Death, with so much power that it could frighten away even the best wolves. And quite a few of her would-be suitors. She stood in the den's mouth, letting it raditate out, hoping that the quiet blue wolf would just go away. Just go away.
Sick and tired of being sick and tired, no better way for her to describe it. But mostly, that just made her want to kill things. If this wolf attacked, then she would rip him to shreds in her brutal, berserker manner that ripped down even the best wolf's decences. How she would fare against an assassin, she didn't know. Speed was not something she was used to.
Most males made the error of thinking they could over-power her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 9:23 pm
Mizer blinked. The other wolves presence gave off a dark aura, yet she had a beautiful exterior. Her body looked powerful and could easily be mistaken for a very pretty male if it was not for the hint of female scent in the air.
"So your the one who killed all those other wolves," Mizer said with a satisfied smirk, "I'm impressed," His eyes gleemed with more curiosity. He wanted to drop down out of the tree but he could feel the dark aura of the wolf, now was not a good time. She seemed to be a warrior who was ruthless. Yet he did find it strange that she had not charged him yet. Maybe the other wolves really did deserve what they had gotten.
"Mind if I ask why? And for that matter who are you?" He said looking back at the corpses, their rotting flesh smell was still strong. It was almost enough to make him want to puke but he did not. He kept his cool and turned back to the dark purple and white wolf. She was very pretty. He wondered who she was.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 9:30 pm
"Ah... haha... ha..." Psyche almost laughed. Plenty had played this card. Try to gain her trust, then attack her from behind when they thought they had her, "You're here, you kept coming, you should know exactly who I am. Deadly Psyche, the Invincable She-Wolf, is what they call me," She told him, not caring what he thought, "The cursed wolf who will mate whoever is strong enough to defeat her... plenty have tried, as you can see, and plenty more will fail, including you. So stay away, if you value your life. I kill any who enter my domain." So true. So true.
She couldn't stand it when they tried to be her friend. That was the worst, especially when they turned around and betrayed her. No one stayed real. She prefurred the honest ones. The ones who just came, stated their purpose, and then tried to defeat her. Half the time, she wished they would just kill her.
End the curse with her. She didn't even know what her family had done to deserve it.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 9:41 pm
"Why would I want to do that?" Mizer said a hint of malice in his voice. This wolf had annoyed him by insulting his right as a warrior. He would lose to her pfftt he did not want to laugh. Though today would not be the best day for a fight seeing as he was only out scouting.
"I have seen plenty of prettier wolves," He jested now being full of him self, "And there is no need to fight over their heart. You think your so special that I Mizer would fight for you love? Not a chance!" He was seething on the inside that he was insulted. He was holding him self back from knocking her over with his speed but did not want to risk it. Was not worth it. He knew his speed could not be matched by this wolf but he also knew his strength did not measure up to hers.
"Besides, If I were to fight you, I would not do it out of love or to show you off as a trophy, " He just went on and on, "I would do it out of pride to prove to you I am a great warrior. You can not toss someone aside like me," His chest puffed out and his fangs showed, though Trent's voice and wrath were in the back of his mind. He stopped him self. "I have no time for your games you wrench." He was still seething. Like Trent she thought he was just a toss away? Not a chance! His pride was his weak point and Psyche had just hit it dead on.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 9:52 pm
"Ha, I am just what you state. A prize to be won. I'm not the prettiest, I am certain, but I remain undefeated, and wolves do love to show off those that they defeat. I am just a prize to feed the pride of whoever wins me. I am so very glad you pointed out to me what I'm worth. It sounds so great to hear you say it," Psyche said sarcasticaly, clearly completely unhappy, and unimpressed with Mizer's statment.
He was either an idiot, or he really had no idea who she was. Annoying. After so many went after her, he would ignore her? Fool... annoying! And damn him for mocking her pain. That just... that made her angry, and a little sarcastic, "Your common courtesy does you so well, wolf. If you only care to show me as a prize, fine, then fight for it. So many others have."
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 10:05 pm
"Show you off as a prize? No, I do not wish for that," He said a little taken aback by what she had just said. He did not want glory for defeating her, he just wanted to know that he could for him self. But now was not the right time to get in a fight.
"And you think your the only one with problems missy?" He gave a hiss of a laugh from the back of his throat, "Whole freaking world has problems. But no, I would never want to show you off as a prize." He was talking as if he had already won. Mizer was not stupid, he was just a tad to in to him self. Everytime he had challenged Trent that had been his down fall and deep down he knew it. "I only wish to defeat you for my pride you have just hurt!" He said with malice. His pride had been hurt by her words. Mizer was easily angered, another one of his down falls.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 10:13 pm
"You mock my pain!" Psyche snarled, fury sparkling behind her eyes, "You act as though you've defeated me, and pretend that you stand here, chased down wherever you go to be defeated and shown like a prize! Concieted little fool!" The thought that she was also concieted never occured to her. It had simply been that too much of her life had been destroyed. Her family, gone. All her love stolen. She didn't have time to consider other wolves and their feelings.
No one had ever given her that common courtesy.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 10:26 pm
Mizer took a deep breath, still fuming but he had not lost it. A sly smile stretched across the wolves maw. Golden and white eyes almost glowing as he studied her, the two seemed to be similar in more ways then one. He had not noticed it before but even their markings were similar. He rolled over on his back and looked at her upside down.
"Your beautiful," He said with a smile. It could be the change of heart was that he was looking at a female he could respect or the fact that the two resembled each other. Truth was Mizer did have a thing for pretty things. "To bad about the curse thing though." He said dropping his expression a little, "But guess thats just half the friend eh Feathers?" He had given her a nick name not to be endearing but because he had forgotten Psyches real name.
Rolling back over onto his belly his face fell, "Just remember though, the whole damn world is cursed. Breaking your curse wont solve anything." It was true. Mizer had also losted all his family with the exception of Trent. This was no comfort to him though. He wanted Trent out of the picture. Not dead anymore but dishonored. He still believed he had something to do with the murder of the pack.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 10:37 pm
"Feathers?" Psyche looked as though she had been slapped, "My name is Psyche, Blue-Boy. And I don't give a damn about the world, that's not my problem. My own curse is my problem, the wolves out there can solve their own. I don't intend to help, and they shouldn't expect anyone else to. They aren't special. Any more than you or I are. We have our own issues, solve those before caring about the world. If you ever care about the world. I don't."
Psyche had never been helped by anyone. Her family had died when she had done everything she could to protect them. The world had screwed her. It had screwed her father. So damn the world and all the wolves in it for all she cared. She had her own problems. She didn't need theirs, or Mizer's.
She was so sick of being cursed. What she wouldn't give to be normal, "Breaking my curse will solve my problems. That's all I care about. Being beautiful, being powerful, that just gives me the options I need to break it, I can only love one person, I won't let it be anyone who will only see me as a prize to be won and shown off."
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 1:58 pm
"Blue-boy?" He smirked at her, though it was fitting giving that he was almost entirely blue. "And what if you become under another curse after this one?" He mused at the idea. One curse after another. "Will your heart ever be satisfied?" He gave the female another smile, this one was a true one.
He lazily got up on all fours. Stretching all fours like a cat. This wolf was amusing even if she had insulted his pride. Mizer was finding that he was even more drawn to her when she did.
"What if the wolf who defeats you treats you poorly and you become nothing more then his b***h? Is that what you would want?" His eyes were serious now. "Dont waist your time waiting on someone to save you from your curse. Your acting just as weak as those wolves you killed." His eyes were deep now, he was speaking from his heart, "Leave your den and taste your own life. If you can truly not love then don't. Live your life to the fullest, who cares about others any ways? They are only weak. Love will drag you down." He closed his eyes listening to his own words. It was the way he had lived his life. "Count on your self instead of others," He finally said. Even though Mizer was Trent's younger brother from another litter they were nothing alike. Mizer was more talkitive for one and a bit of a cold jerk for another.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 2:19 pm
Psyche was a bit taken aback by his words. Just leave and never come back? Take back her life? What she wouldn't give for that. But then who would she be? Her loveless ungrateful father. This was when she saw the difference between herself and Mizer. She had always protected those she loved before her curse. She had loved. She had been happy. She wanted that again. She wanted to be happy again and love someone like she had loved her family again.
Even then, she wouldn't love a family ever again. Just one. That was the rule. She would never have that, and she hated herself for it. She hated everyone and everthing because of that. Her life had been ruined by something that had happened hundreds of years before she was born!
"You're wrong." She told him, her voice dead serious now, "You don't realize how valuable love is until you lose it forever. Freedom is to care for and do whatever you want. If I were ever free, I would need the option to love whoever, whenever I wanted... but now I have one chance, one option, and that's it. And when you have that freedom, or any freedom taken from you, it becomes the center of your life. I loved to protect those I cared for. That was the life I wanted. I was happy..." She smiled, a sad pathetic lost smile, but one that stayed strong despiite itself, "No, I'll always be cursed. I can only be cursed a little less. My heart will never be satisfied. Leaving here, going out there, what good would that do? I would be trapped in the same place I would be if I stayed here. But here... at least I can remember good things when I'm here. At least here I can remember what it's like to be happy. I've always counted on myself to be able to protect those I love, with no one to love or protect, it doesn't matter where I go, I'll always be here. I'll always be trapped in the same place. Changing the scenery won't change a thing." Psyche wasn't normally a personal-speaking wolf, but if this Blue-Boy was going to be spouting advice that she had already wished for and tried, then she would tell him he was wrong.
"My life will always be the one that's half-lived."
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