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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 2:18:28 GMT -5
Niravadhi::Large mitts dance across the frozen terra, the velvet midnight hue of night caressing my figure. The meagre slice of moon had completed almost three-quarters of his journey, but there was still a long time to go until the sun rose from her deep slumber. It had yet to snow, though I doubted it would take long for the first crystalline structures to fall from the heavens. Deep sapphires optics scan my silent surroundings. It was the time of night where hardly a soul was awake; the day creatures had long ago gone to bed, and the nocturnal beasts were on their way home after the night’s hunting. It was in this dead hour that I most enjoyed to be awake. The silence was a balsam for my soul, soothing away the worries of the past and future. One could say that silence was to me, what sleep was to most others. My though returned briefly to the den that I had left perhaps ten minutes ago. A fond smile pulled at kissers as I saw the tangle of silver and black in my mind’s eye. I held on to the thought for a moment, savouring the sweetness, before I let go, the image dissolving away to leave a cool empty space in my mind. Nares flicker gently, drawing the chilled night air into lungs, the frigid fluid making me feel more alive than any amount of sunshine ever would. Pistons rock backwards and forth in a steady two-beat, padders barely making a sound against the turf. It wasn’t exactly necessary for me to be out at this time, but I had found it hard to sleep. The den had seemed overly warm and a slightly nauseous feeling had settled within my gut. The cool air had helped clear my system a little, but I couldn’t face the thought of going back into the den. I had spent most of my life sleeping outdoors, and the two pups were like miniature heaters. I had decided to go on a more extensive scout of the lands to pass the time until daylight fell upon the lands. The pups would need attending to then. They would also need food. I made a mental note to see whether Dris would come on hunting patrol…provided I found a baby-sitter for the pups. Gait is pushed upwards, the rhythm of my footfalls changing as pistons settled into a smooth canter. It took two strides for me to fall into my natural pacing, heart and lungs working in perfect harmony to pass the oxygen around my cells in the most efficient manner possible. I crossed the territory blindly, not caring for the following the exact borders – they were in no need of marking at the moment anyway. I was more likely to come across interesting occurrences if I was not hugging the boundaries. I weaved my way up the western flank, before sweeping across the north and hitting the eastern lands. By now, the moon had departed from our hemisphere, the pale steel hue of dawn without sun clinging to the heavens. I would have to hurry if I wished to get back to camp within a reasonable timeframe. Pistons are pushed a little harder, limbs moving a mote faster than my comfort gait. It took a bit longer to get used to this new rhythm, but I had no doubts my body would survive. Tramping across the Scottish Highlands and various alps had been far more arduous. I reached the south just as the first tendrils of sunlight peeked above the horizon. I wondered idly how long it would take me if I were to gallop back to camp. I had never really contemplated the thought before. But first I wanted a quick check of the surrounding lands. The humans tended to settle southwards, and with winter time fast approaching, there was no telling what the two-legged creatures would do. Our border seemed safe enough, no foreign scents clinging to the leaves. I paused, knives worrying away at lower lip, torn between going home and taking a quick peek further south. I opted for the latter, for having too much information was generally better than not having enough. A final glance in the direction of home is given, before padders pick their way across unmarked territory. It wasn’t long before the familiar unnatural scent of human was brought to me by the breeze. Nothing in the surroundings seemed untoward, although the trees had begun to thin out quite drastically. Somehow I hadn’t noticed that before. I was just about ready to turn back for home when another scent caused me to freeze in my tracks. The acrid, sulphur-tinged odour that heralded danger. Unease warred with curiosity, before curiosity won out, as it so often did with myself. As it was to turn out, curiosity (almost) killed the wolf. I pressed onwards, keeping to the scant shadows the trees provided. It wasn’t long before I reached the source. Large yellow monsters were moving across the mud-churned earth, exhaling clouds of dark smoke. Yet it was not the presence of the human machinery that bothered me. Far more, was what they were doing. It wasn’t much of a surprise as to why the forest seemed to have thinned out fairly quickly. Paws remain rooted to the spot as a ancient oak shudders violently at the hands of one such machine, before it slowly…painfully begins to tip sideways, the horrid screeching sound as the wood splintered and snapped causing my lobes to flatten against skullary. Then came the inevitable impact, the ground heaving beneath my mitts as the very air reverberated around me. Numb with shock, I watched the old oak for a full minute, before common sense kicked in. Whirling about upon suddenly weak leggings, I shot off in the direction of home, no caution given to my surroundings. If I had, I would have noticed the shout someplace to my left, and would have reacted accordingly. As it was, I felt nothing but the urge to flee this place of destruction. A loud snap broke through my clouded mind, before a harsh whistling filled my ears. My step faltered for a moment, orbs sweeping from side to side frantically, before alighting upon a figure to my right. The images must have formed upon my retina in greater abundance than normal, for the sharp stinging in my shoulder sent me hurtling forwards into a badly-prepared dive. Clarity illuminated my mind as the ground hurtled towards me, the warm fluid trickling down my forelimb being nothing other than my own blood. Damnit Nira I thought angrily, leaping to my feet and streaking towards the nearest cover of trees as the second shot rang out behind me, the bullet whistling to my right. It was only when I was safely in the pack’s lands that I slowed my pace to inspect my shoulder. Now that the adrenaline had left my bloodstream the pain had become most noticeable. Nape twists as I peer at the sticky crimson patch that stood out starkly against my pale coat. As salmon passes across the wound gingerly, I wince at the contact. I do the most basic of clean-up operations, before setting off homewards. The pain was beginning to cloud the edges of my senses, yet I battled onwards, knives clenched tightly together. It was my first duty to tell Snow of the human’s activities. My second duty was to tell Dris that I was alive. And then….then I could have a nice long nap. Don’t think of that Nira I scolded harshly, forcing myself awake. My journey was slow but steady, the pain having lessened as my mind grew numb. I idly wondered whether the bullet had made full contact or not. I hadn’t been able to tell at the time, though judging by the fact that my bone was still intact, it may well have cut straight through the muscle. The sun was climbing rapidly towards her zenith as I neared camp. Stupid Nira. Stupid Nira I repeated under my breath. Where someone to see me, they would surely think I had taken leave of my senses…perhaps I had, in a way. As long as I didn’t succumb to the sleep that everything except the rational little voice in my mind demanded, I would be fine. Finally, I broke through the brush that surrounded the camp, sapphires slightly glazed. Right, find Snow, I muttered, weaving about drunkenly before making my way towards Snow’s den. I paused by the mouth of the den, but it didn’t seen she was around. Find Dris I said to myself, turning about to hop-limp towards the our den. Surely someone would know where to find Snow after all. As I made my way to the other end of the encampment, an old nursery-rhyme came to mind. Unbidden I began to sing as I went to greet my mate. Who killed cock robin? Who killed cock robin? I said the sparrow, with my bow and arrow. I killed cock robin. Who saw him die…
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 21:57:55 GMT -5
Snow Angel*The four letter word had not touched my mind tonight. Why sleep away the hours when one could be romping around the lands like a young pup. I craved danger, blood and gore much more now. If I were asked what I did a year ago I would of told them I enjoyed spending time with my family but now, my amusement had come from hunting. I care not of the species, as long as it puts up a fight. My lack of leadership had probably gone unnoticed. I had grown quite, almost anti-social as the chilly month of November strolled along. But as December ticked in I knew I would have to put aside my silly fantasies and late night masseurs to start up a new life back with my fellow canines. I did want one last hooray. The salty atmosphere had called me closer. One paw print after another untill I had arrived. Not one change. No new aromas. Although, the scent I have come so allured by still lingered in my lungs. The heavy whiff of it was too hearty and unappetizing. My abdomen twisted into nausea. Orbs scoped out the slumbering meadow, tracing out the carcass of an intruder to my domain.. The canine lurked unevenly. Almost as though a three legged creature of the abyss had crawled up from the swamp. His stench of heated body fluid grew more pronounced as he made his way closer, now in the direction of the commander’s lair. The boiling star sent a spark of light across his face, the glimpse of Nira played across the shadow’s features. Nira? My voice rang out from the cover of the forestry. Alabaster skin held little camouflage for me. Like a speck of red on the snowy bank I stepped out into view. My frame held staidly, my pelt coated with sod and foliage sticking out randomly. A sight for sore eyes I suppose but at least my victims had not painted my coat. I took a moment to take in Nira’s appearance. My eyes trailing along his muscle pattern until resting upon the wound. The source of the fumes. Up to no good? I wanted to ask if he was okay but I knew the question was always a foolish one. If someone was okay, they would not be spewing blood. His wound brought forth excitement for it was not an ordinary starch. A human was at play. The uncontrollable action of my tail flapped side to side as my voice caught in my tongue. Where are they?
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:08:58 GMT -5
Dris()Sleep: the time in which creatures are set free from their earthen bounds and allowed to dream without boundaries. Usually, this momentary lapse of suspension from all knowing was best suited for the youth of various species, imaginations running wild, unhindered by their parents and societies. Two bundles of mercury who lay tucked safely against their mothers side were currently among this land of slumber, but the coal fatal whose warmth they shared lay indisposed in a darkness that matched her hide’s hue, dreams seeming to allude her. Though, recently, within the past few months that is, such encouraging and chamber heating videos had come more easily, returning with the lass's comfort in her current situation. The demoness was happy, as would any other female of her make would be if they had found love, claimed a mate and given birth to pups. It seemed these days were even better than her own youth which was filled mostly with countless lessons and training, orchestrated by the maiden's own matron. Sad really, as one would imagine childhood to be the best and most pure of times, but for the Evil Angel, such a span had ended upon the first year celebration of her birth when the only beloved relative had left her to live and thrive alone. This is what plagued the vixen at this time. Nightmares: their hooves thundering as they raced through the unsuspecting mind; wreaking havoc in every way which was possible. Suddenly, lids jumped open and the baroness was fully awake, her surroundings bringing information to be processed instantly to her senses. The first thing to be noticed was the absence of a certain roan colored beast who had been pressed against the outward exposed side of the varg upon the domination of the sky by the moon. Skin between silver orbs wrinkled in a frown as tiara turned to look at the imprint of his body in the soil behind her, his scent and warmth still fresh upon the ground there, telling her his disappearance had only been a few moments before her awakening. Sigh lifted ribcage and then set it back down harshly, chin swinging back inward and gaze staring down at the younglings curled up against one another, for once a smile not splitting raven features as she watched them in their peace. Dris had a strange feeling about this night and although she knew her mate had not been gone long, she still prayed for his hastened return for this feeling could not be shaken until his gentle baritone tunes soothed the worries. One might simply suggest slumber as a cure, but this was an impossible thing to ask of the being at such a time. Sleep would not return to her even if she begged with the gods to trance her into such a state. Snout was tucked beneath the nearest miniature wolven body; shades still up while time passed slowly for her. Nothing more than a few minutes had passed before the seductress became antsy, pulling her tip slowing from beneath her son's frame and looking out into the wood, nares flaring to search for her lover's nearby aroma without success. Frustration and anxiety began to build within her frame, causing position to shift once every few seconds, harks roaming aimlessly atop cranium in a desperate attempt to locate the brute. Damn it Nira! Why do you have to choose tonight to quit this grotto early for your patrols?! Mind called out angrily to its soul mate, hopelessness settling over the maiden. She was rooted to the spot, unable to leave or else sacrifice her children and turn her back upon the duties she inherited when becoming a mother. It was nearly morning; therefore there were no sounds of the night to comfort the lass. The owl slept now in its hole within the trunk of the largest oak tree, his song no longer the comforting lullaby the lass had slept to over the passing years. Chin fell to the earth, surfaces bleak as they stared outside the den without seeing, a whimper gathering at the back of her throat. It was released after a moment. None would hear it and even if they did, so be it. They shall be cursed if any mentioned it to such a imp! Finally, footsteps were heard upon the debris and at once, head lifted from the ground, twin peaks focused completely forward, and nostrils drew in a deep breath, the fea being let down once more upon finding only the aura of the alphaess upon the breeze. Neck again fell to the sod, all relief now flooded away by despair. The padder sounds died down and a few minutes later picked up again, a low growl escaping the mom's cavern despite herself in fury at the queen of these lands. Could she not let her wait in peace without distraction?! Then, a masculine scent wafted into passageways through casual respiration and figure lurched to its feet, the smell of crimson that accompanied her baron causing fear to now overshadow her anger. Bodice jumped into a run, dashing from the brush and approaching the origin of the scent, lobes picking up the song he sung and later the questions of Snow Angel, the words that were spoken confusing her, but they mattered little now. She could work out the riddle later. Soon, the pair was in her sights and upon approach, came to a sudden stop in from of her mate, worried eyes meeting his before roaming all over him, searching for the source of the potent aroma that sickened her now whereas it would normally entice the huntress. Soft groan escaped as lanterns found the opening, ribbon running over it gently to poison the taste of the plasma with the essence of lead. Lead inside a body. This could only mean one thing. Lids closed tightly over depths before shoulder was pressed forcefully against Niravadhi's chest, the lady not wanting to pull away, but doing so reluctantly for many things needed to be addressed. Mercury pair were hard and unforgiving as the rage rose to the surface, vocals demanding as she spoke. What the hell were you doing in the presence of humans? Do not tell me it was a part of your usual patrol routine for I know well where the boundaries of this pack lie and they do not include the territories of humans. Such animals lay outside of Snow's lands and how dare you get so close as to be struck by one of their weapons? Glare was unforgiving. She knew something horrid would occur tonight. Damn him for causing her such worry! Obviously, her anticipation was well placed for here stood her mate, dried red cells upon his coat with a slug in his shoulder, something that would surly give him a limp for quite some time hereafter, if not for the rest of his life for as far as the fatal knew, such things were impossible for wolven medicine to extract.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:10:14 GMT -5
Adah|When most of God's creations were in a deep trance of slumber, one certain minion was not. Swamped thoughts continued to haunt her waking hours, and recently, have begun to haunt the unconscious ones as well. Pitiful cries of distress drove her to near insanity, resulting in a pattern of footprints imbedded on the earthen level. A level above Hell, where she deserved to rot for an eternity. Guilt-ridden sapphires viewed the world bleakly from the narrow slit that served as an entrance. Perhaps her home now was not as grand as the massive sprawl she had once inhabited with her once beloved, Tykel, but it suited her purposes. A hole in which to crawl into after a day of avoiding eyes and dashing to do each and every task which was asked of her. Gather this, find that. Nothing she wouldn't have done before. And that was part of the problem. She had ran away from the responsibility every mother was gifted and cursed with the day she first laid eyes upon the bundles of joy that would unknowingly change her perspective of the world for that day forward. She had ran away like a yearling faced with a task she or he had found too difficult. She wasn't a pup anymore, able to rely upon her creators to fix every little thing that was not perfect.. Interrupting her internal tirade was the passage of another lupine that like her was gifted with the unique hairs that resembled the hue of newly fallen crystals that conquered the lands unmercifully during the scarce winter season. Judging by the imperfect state of the frame, a intelligent lady would judge the camp's new arrival to be none other than the Lady of the Realm herself, Snow Angel. Thin rods that before had been muscular and healthy rose to support a sleek frame that poised itself on the edge of ill health, and moved in a northern direction, out into the open where the cold instantly began to seep through her thickness of coarse fineries. Jowls were gaped open in preparation for speech, before the shocking appearance of the brute known as Niravadhi, a friend made long years ago. His gait lacked its usual finesse and her practiced eyes narrowed it down to his left shoulder. It didn't take a genius to guess the creator of the wound had not been a usual inhabitant of the forest. His lady did not take very long to include her presence among the current party, her harsh lyrical tones making the minion wince with sympathy at their receiver. " Do not worry so, Dris. He's hardly going to die on the spot. The wound was not made in a vital area, and he is strong. He will live to receive another one of your infamous ranting sessions." Adah called, perhaps a trifle more bold then she should when addressing a member of higher rank, but at the moment, she hardly cared. "Snow Angel, I've known you've long enough to recognize that look in your eye. If they did this to one such as Nira, I'd hardly think dashing in on a suicide run to be a suitable thing for one such as yourself to attempt." Adah muttered irritably, shuffling closer to the gathered party, yet holding herself visibly back from the other dames. Something in her just wasn't quite able to trust the two as she once might have, yet the duke was a remnant of a distant dream-like childhood. "I can give you something for the pain, and maybe a little something to stop the bleeding, but there is no way to remove such a thing that was driven so deep. Do you want something to help you sleep as well? You won't be gallivanting off to who knows where for at least a week, especially not with that demon's eye on you." Adah murmured to the wounded scout, switching her views warily from the enraged femme to the gaping wound bored into his shoulder. Maybe it wasn't smart to tease two such as these before her, but at this hour, who would dare expect logic?
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:11:45 GMT -5
Niravadhi::By the time Snow had caught my attention, I had lost all form of sanity. It was a wonder that I had known in which direction to turn, having not found Snow Angel. Snow’s words enter my lobes in a slurred fashion, glazed orbs turning on the alphess. Ah you know, you know I crowed, a crooked smile forming upon features before attention is redirected to one furious mate. Had I been even remotely sane, I would have known that it was high time that I dived for cover. Instead, I merely cocked my head in Dris’ direction, as though trying to decipher who she was and what she was ranting about. The harsh tones were giving me a bit of a headache, come to think of it. Before a somewhat sensible – well, perhaps in my state of mind, sensible was not an option – comment could pass my lips, a third figure appeared. Ah, the Furies have come I spoke, an almost childish delight suffusing my words. Alecto - the unceasing one, Megaera - the grudging one, and finally Tisiphone who shall avenge murder I spoke, bobbing my head in a little bow to Dris, Adah and Snow in turn. A sudden wild laugh passed through parted kissers, the sound cold and high-pitched in comparison to my normal tones. Such a pleasure, my dears. Come, dine with me I continued, making to stride away into the forest, before something within me shifted. Wheeling about, clouded gems peer at Dris’ figure, the only dark shape amongst the four of us. Is it you? Is it really you? I muttered, tunes cracked, but otherwise closer to my normal tenor song. Yes, it is you. Come, my love, my angel. Come, dance with me I barked almost joyously leaping towards her, stumbling on my unresponsive limb and crashing to the ground. The world spun around me for a moment, a distinct feeling of vertigo rushing through me. I grinned up at the three faces looking down at me with a slightly sheepish expression. It was as I was lying on the cold ground, that a hint of clarity began to suffuse my pain-fogged mind. No way to remove such a thing that was driven so deep Adah had said. AHHHHHH I leapt upwards, panic sweeping through my body and clearing my mind more quickly than any douse of cold water ever could. Get it out of me, get it out. Feeling rushed back into my body when the numbing cloak of deliriousness, my stomach heaving with the sudden onslaught of pain. The wound had long since ceased to flow, a congealed mass of blood hanging in the roan hairs, but the blood that had been loss served only to increase my nausea. But in the sudden panic that something was lodged within my limb, especially something that had no business being there, neither pain, nor blood loss or even common sense mattered. Without pausing to think – for had I done, I would never have embarked on such a foolish attempt – I twisted my nape sharply to the left before sharp canines dug into the sensitive flesh, causing fresh waves of pain to wrack my body, and a new river of blood to burst forth from under my jaws. A harsh grunt of pain is forced through clenched jaws before I resume my task, snout buried into shoulder in a desperate attempt to retrieve whatever lay within. A sudden heavy weight landed across me, and I paused my action, teeth bared in a weak snarl at whoever was trying to foil my efforts. But before much else could be said or done, my body gave out on me, mind swimming away into the blackness of dreamless sleep.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:13:13 GMT -5
Snow Angel*The voice could have been bone chilling. Like a sharp knife that slid beneath the soft dermis upon the fleshy carcass of a creature. The knight had stood his ground, his mind wrapping around pure insanity. While Nira seemed to lose himself, the earth rumbled bellow with her movements. The onyx serpent had stirred. I watched the lupine from the corner of my eyes, not making direct contact since I had other things I wished to do. Suddenly the air felt thick and full of life. I knew I would have to be quick if I wanted my question to be answered. Taking a few steps to the side I allowed Dris to take her way with my treasure map. What the hell were you doing in the presences of humans? Do not tell me it was apart of your usual patrol routine for I know well where the boundaries of this pack lie and they do not include the territories of humans. Such animals lay outside of Snow's lands and how dare you get so close as to be struck by one of their weapons? My eyes moved from one to the other. The girl had a clear point. Her hubby was no longer in duty to the boundaries. He was instead our commander. My vision drew back to the man. Ah, the Furies have come. My body shivered involuntary but I had an idea on how to excuse myself. Alecto - the unceasing one, Megaera - the grudging one, and finally Tisiphone who shall avenge murdr-Such a pleasure, my dears. Come, dine with me-Is it you? Is it really you?- Yes, it is you. Come, my love, my angel. Come, dance with me-The confusing male had become but a murmur in the night as my attention settled on the new canine that lumbered dangerously close. Her steps seemed to be full of caution yet she knew she was needed. Orbs fixated on her every body movement as she approached future. I ignored any sound that had been made as I could only focus everything on her. She was like a ghostly figure, just a bag of bones that I had forgotten has returned. An ally I trusted, but with broken faith. Something to be fixed. Snow Angel, I've known you've long enough to recognize that look in your eye. If they did this to one such as Nira, I'd hardly think dashing in on a suicide run to be a suitable thing for one such as yourself to attempt. Alabaster lips curved up into a grin as brows wagged. “Why of course, dear Adah. You have known me since before your heart had pumped your warm blood. Now, you see. We have an issue. I can easily fix it. Alone” I brought attention to the last word. “Both you loving, caring mothers would not DREAM of your beloved nurslings being murdered by the likes of two leggers. The demons could be out there, tracking down their thought to be killing. They put a bullet in our dear friend. That should not be stand for. Do you not agree? They should be stopped in their gore before they reach us.” Anything, anything at all. I spoke with such determination. Manipulation could be a friend or foe.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:16:44 GMT -5
Dris()Snarling facade is turned to the physician as the audacious words flowed forth from the rather scrawny looking maiden's mouth. The displeasure was quickly put aside as tunes from the male made their way into the atmosphere, bringing shocked gaze to her lover. Steel pool roamed first up and down his frame before moving to glance along his length, watching as the insanity continued. The usually rational male now bowed to them each, declaring them the Furies and waltzing away, swaying a bit due to his injury all while inviting the assembled lass's to eat. Uncertain and frightened glance shifted to the sorceress, nearly praying for an explanation before looking then at the alphaess, knowing neither of them could offer help in understanding the strange occurrence. Composure faltered and limbs took a few steps backwards as Niravadhi suddenly rounded upon her, calling out in what sounded like disbelief, awe, or perhaps a mixture of both. Unsure of how the respond, the essa was felt totally helpless for the first time in her entire life, merely standing by and watching as the roan being collapsed to the earth. Nira! Distraught vocals call out as leggings stretch forward, muscles straining to get the fatal by his side as fast as possible and yet, it somehow did not feel fast enough. Stilts folded instantly, underbelly scraping uncomfortably against the rough earth at the rushed contact, cold sniffer pressing against the skin beneath the thick mane that rested along his shoulders. A small whimper vibrated cords, the exposed feeling only seeming to grow until Adah's words entered into her passageways. Chin instantly lifted and orbs regained their previous spark, dome nodding vigorously as jaws parted. Yes Adah. Please do all of that and whatever else you can do within your power which may help. Surprise again took over guise as the bloke now burst up from the ground, dashing at the ivory lass, leaving his mate lagging behind. Figure moved quickly to join his, frantic almost as lyrics emitted. Niravadhi, calm down! There is nothing Adah can do for you. Rage returned as quickly as it had dissipated when the drake turned and dung fangs into his shoulder. The lass fought hard to retain control, doing all she could to not slam into his side so as to knock him on the ground and gain leverage over his movement. A relieved sigh escaped cage as he finally fell to the earth, unconscious and unable to cause further damage to himself. Tired eyes turned towards the pack's healer, muscles weak and straining to hold her mass up. Can you help to stop the bleeding? Attention turned to the monarch as she spoke in reply to the other maiden's slight reprimand, frown creasing skin, digesting what was said before organizing a reply. You speak as if Niravadhi's injury is not the matter at hand, dear alphaess. Need we capture you in a golden net in order to remind you of your duties as has been done to other entities in your place of power? It would be wise to remember that though you may have the right call us your subjects, numbers can far out maneuver rank. Surfaces flashed and an old cocky smirk pulled up one side of lips. I have not always been a mother, alphaess or perhaps that fact has escaped you? No matter, the foreign beasts will remain at bay for now. Your commander, though hindered in his abilities, is not completely devoid of his natural capability and by routine would have chosen a path which he normally trods. Are these roads not well hidden? These "demons" you speak of will not be so quick as to pick up a trail kept secret from the outside of the pack for so many years. Now, I suggest we turn our strength to helping one who has been harmed already. Or do will you allow selfish desires to come before members of the pack?
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:19:44 GMT -5
Adah|One thing that the sorceress did notice besides her inspection of her newest patron was the unnerving way in which the dame of the realm eyed her. To Adah it wasn't the calm gaze that occasionally grazed her frame from the others, but a determined stare down that a predator would give her helpless prey. The stare of death. The ivory healer regarded the alpha briefly, a nod of respect, before she returned her attentions fully upon her patient. Perhaps that was for the best, for at that time the brute opened his maw to spew out the words of a madman. Ah, the Furies have come. The deranged lord mused softly. Adah regarded him calmly, before coming to the delusion that in the face of pain, the pack's mighty commander had completely and utterly lost his grip on insanity. If, that is, he had ever had one. Sensing the usually fierce Dris's composure falter, Adah shook her dome gently. "Do not distress yourself, dear. The body has many ways of protecting itself from too much pain, and this is simply one of them. He's delusional, but it won't be permanent." the lady murmured in her attempts to be comforting. "Just don't let him...Oh dear." The brute lurched skyward and away from the others before the sorceress could complete her warning. She winced with sympathy as Nira crashed back to earth in a none too gentle fashion. His lover kept pace with him, distraught with empathy. Pillars stretched slowly to bring blanched frame in a rough northern direction, towards the injured knave. Her actions paused at the words of his mate, nodding to assure her of the sorceress's comprehension. "Try and keep him still, though. Restrain him if you have to." With that, the sorceress loped away to fetch the much needed medicinal supplies. Her only warning would have been the whoosh of air as blur brushed by her left side, leading her to stumble back a few steps in surprise. "Get it out, Get it out." He ranted, obviously panicked and delirious at the thought of a foreign object to be embedded in his body. To tell the truth, Adah felt the same way. There was no way of knowing whether he would be poisoned by the lead composition of the bullet or whether it would inhibit his ability for fluid movement. It would most likely cause joint pain as the male grew older at least. Feeling had obviously replaced delirium for Niravadhi's facial expression suddenly was clouded in pain. "Nira... you need to remain calm. Getting upset won't help matters." The lyri were delivered in a soft soothing tone as the healer edged towards her den, slightly apphrensive as she compared her slight bulk to the commander's massive muscular build. If he were to grow violent... Adah cried out softly as the duke did indeed turn violent, but against himself. "Nira! Stop that! You'll only make it worse, you stupid male." The soceress snarled in frustration as her patient reopened his wound that his body had already fought to heal, then succumb to an unconscious state of mind. "Stupid male... stupid stupid male....." The ramble continued as emaciated pillars carried the slight frame into her personal domain, easily sifting through the earthly smells to find the ones she desired. Chamomile to calm him, Spanish moss that hung from the great willow trees to absorb and help stop the bleeding, Horsetail to clot the blood and again, stop the bleeding, Marigold to prevent an infection the snarly male had probably caused with his irrational thrashing about, Poppy seeds to relieve the pain and hopefully send the brute right back to sleep once he woke, and a ginger root to soothe his stomach after ingesting so much foliage. All and all, it was a large task, requiring at least two trips in which to transport it all. Upon the return of her last trip, she overheard the squabbling taking place among the other women. Adah sighed, irritated that at such a time either one of them would be engaged in such childish behavior. "If you two can't get along, don't speak to one another. Otherwise leave me in peace.." And since they were higher ranked, and Nira wasn't exactly dyeing at her feet, she added, "please." Even that was galling to add. Stiff joints carried her towards dressing the wound, leaving the chamomile and the poppy seed to be administered when the brute awoke. "Stupid stubborn male." Adah muttered once more, just to get it all out of her system, you know. It wasn't like he didn't deserve it. Who bit gunshot wounds except stupid stubborn males who lacked common sense?
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:22:01 GMT -5
Niravadhi::How long I was out of consciousness, I couldn’t tell. But odds are it wasn’t all that long. When I came to, it was to the annoyed tones that sounded so familiar. Dris I thought sluggishly, my mind only just awaking from its oblivious state. Half a breath later, I wished I had never woken up to wholly. A start pain was arching up my foreleg, a million tiny little daggers pulling at the muscle and driving deep into the bone. Cautiously, shutters open, allowing overly bright sapphires to view the world. A pale wraith was just traipsing back towards me, maw clamped around various bits of greenery that I supposed would heal me. Taking a deep breath, I pulled my head upwards, neck straining, as I turned to take a look at my shoulder. I winced audibly, both at the increased pain, and at the sight which greeted me. Where earlier there had only been a small wound, there was now a large gaping hole. Ahhh I muttered quietly, gaze remaining fixed upon the mess of my shoulder. That was probably not the smartest of moves I continued, dully remembering my sudden frenzy at trying to remove the bullet. A pretty stupid move, now that my mind had cleared enough to comprehend the fact. I watch my wound for a moment longer, taking in the severed strands of muscle and the jagged edges of skin that surrounded the bloody laceration. Odds were, that this was going to take much longer to heal, in comparison to had I just left my shoulder alone. Ah well, I couldn’t really do much about that now. Gaze shifts away from the injured limb, focusing instead on Dris ebonite structure. A deep sense of guilt coursed through my body, momentarily causing the pain to stop. I hadn’t the slightest idea how to explain my actions. After all, how would I have felt if Dris came home one day with a bullet in her leg. I’d probably glad in the first instant that it was “only” a leg, and not a vital area of the body….but then? Probably a mixture of anxiety and anger. Not a good combination really. I take a look at my leg, wondering whether it would take my weight. I highly doubted it. And I didn’t see there being much hope in getting up with three legs. Dris? I questioned softly, the pain returning in full force. Block out the pain. Just for the next minute I spoke to myself, sapphires searching for the familiar mercury pools. I’m sorry. ..I didn’t mean to…. I trailed off, not quite sure how to say what I wanted to say. You’re right. I shouldn’t really have been anywhere close to the humans. I paused turning back to Snow. It was my duty to inform my alphess as well. A slight sigh ghosts across ink kissers. I was down by the Southern border. You know that the humans have been more active in those regions. With winter almost upon us, I thought it would be useful to have an idea on what they may be planning. I paused, drawing a shaky breath as the visions of all the fallen trees swam in my mind’s eye for a moment. They’ve been cutting down trees. Perhaps something close to hundred…I’m not sure. But the forest only fifteen minutes south of our border has been thinned drastically. I shuddered slightly; both from the pain that was becoming ever more piercing and my horror at watching the ancient oak fall. I have no idea when or where they will stop I whispered, voice breaking somewhat as gaze slid past the two faes for a moment. Dome is lowered slowly back to the ground, curtains falling shut for a moment as I fought down the wave of dizziness. But bearing the pain was preferable to being delirious. Not having control of my thoughts was scary. I wasn’t quite sure what I had said, my mind too wrapped up in processing the speech of others to worry about what I was saying. What if I had said something I regretted? Not that I could do anything about that now. Lobes flicker at hearing the bickering voices of Snow and Dris. Sleep was beginning to sound like a beautiful proposition, but I forced my crown upwards once again, kissers parting to allow tunes to pass through once again. Snow, I thank you for your wish to revenge my injury. But I am sure the human’s action was more out of worry for his herd of sheep, or his own young that walk the earth. You will not serve the pack by finding harm yourself I spoke quietly, my voice almost back to its warm tenor timbre. Gems remain locked on Snow for a moment before crown is tilted to allow gaze to fall on Adah. Do your worst, my dear I joked lightly, my strength beginning to fail me. Sorry for making an even greater mess of this I added ruefully, muzzle jerking towards my shoulder. I turned my gaze towards Dris. If I stretched far enough, perhaps I could just about reach her forelimb. Pulling at the last dregs of my strength I strained forwards, the pain in my leg increasing greatly as the damaged muscles were pulled taught. But I had achieved my goal, damp tip brushing softly against Dris’ lower leg. I guess I’ll be on puppy watch for the next couple of weeks I whispered, slowly allowing my head to fall back to earth. Cobalt lanterns remain locked upon Dris for a moment as the last of my breath is expelled in words that barely travelled across the small distance between the two of us. I’ll recover soon enough. The wind never dies. It merely finds another path to circumvent an obstacle in its way. I last smile is given in Dris’ direction before I dutifully crushing the chamomile and poppy seeds between knives and swallowing the bitter substance.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:24:20 GMT -5
Snow Angel*A fire that needs not to be fuelled had been fed the flaming substance, a burning infernal deep beneath the core of one’s chest. Thou would not know how to tip toe across the thin ice; that sheltered the world above from its depts. bellow. One word, one ill-considered action could send the creature into the belly of the demon. Such venomous words had pinched the drums I wore. ‘You speak as if Niravadhi's injury is not the matter at hand, dear alphaess. Need we capture you in a golden net in order to remind you of your duties as has been done to other entities in your place of power? It would be wise to remember that though you may have the right call us your subjects, numbers can far out maneuver rank. Surfaces flashed and an old cocky smirk pulled up one side of lips. I have not always been a mother, alphaess or perhaps that fact has escaped you? No matter, the foreign beasts will remain at bay for now. Your commander, though hindered in his abilities, is not completely devoid of his natural capability and by routine would have chosen a path which he normally trods. Are these roads not well hidden? These "demons" you speak of will not be so quick as to pick up a trail kept secret from the outside of the pack for so many years. Now, I suggest we turn our strength to helping one who has been harmed already. Or do will you allow selfish desires to come before members of the pack?’ Muscles tightened as energy built up in my joints, screaming for movement. Flimsy skin folded over my vision. If flames could burn within the pools, then by damn they would be smoldering over. My frame stood faced away from the saucy serpent. “So naïve to how this pack runs. The duty of an alpha is to oversee that my fellow subjects are cared for and not in danger. If my chore was to tend to the injured then I would have studied such a power. As we can clearly see, the sorceress is gathering up her material and doing her job.” Vocals broke as my skull crocked to glance over my shoulder blade. “Before contradicting my plans, perhaps you should get out of Adah’s way so she can tend to her patient; unless you wish to slow the process by snapping at others for a mishap that had happened. Wolves get hurt. We are scraped up and shot at. You can over see the care Nira reserves from a few feet away. Allow her to work in peace.” Another voice had flowed through the words of the bitches. I moved to look towards the medic. “If you two can't get along, don't speak to one another. Otherwise leave me in peace..." Alabaster brow rose to her words. Just what I had stated. The world around me faded into a blur as I took in Nira’s words and thought out the best plan of attack.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:27:30 GMT -5
Dris()Barely aware of what was occurring behind her; the demoness stared relentlessly at the monarch whose back was turned towards her, rage overcoming worry for the moment. It had always been the more easily welcomed companion anyway. A new flood of passion roared in the fatal's veins as the pores of adrenaline worked overtime, light mercury pools flashing at the insult. Crying out for vengeance, muscles ache to move, cords to voice the outrage, yet the warrior demands patience. Her quarry had not yet finished speaking. Facade regained its composure and posture which had fallen to that of a hunting crouch now straightened, crown held high with dignity, stone like features on display while pair bored into the backside of the ivory damsel's skull. Dangerous smile pulled at the sides of kissers at the other's words, finding no need to glance at the scene unfolding behind her for she knew without seeing that the apothecary was indeed already busy with her work, the constant padder of mittens back and forth upon the sod giving such away. Ah, I see you are not only selfish, but blind as well. My, my alphaess, are you sure your health would allow you to celebrate a triumph if you charge forth into the domain of the humans? Amused smirk finds the others orbs as edgy, teasing tunes are emitted, sly chuckles escaping before the maiden continued. I stand far enough away from my mate as to allow the sorceress adequate space to maneuver. I dread moving much farther from his side, unlike you may from your own lover, did he still remain. Or perhaps you find duty of rather less importance than love? No amusement showed upon guise then, for the fea knew what her syllables were. Underhanded, uncalled for and should not have been spoken, but as I have warned before, the beast of whom I speak is not a kind one, nor has she ever managed to find love in her life’s organ for any being outside of the male laying upon the earth behind her or the younglings who were huddled together in the den where she had left them. Pack had never been her comforting friend and even now when she found herself engulfed in its arms at the center of its heart, this had yet to change. Although the lonely sickness was cured, the dame was still detached, unconnected to the others outside of the daily formalities, so she saw it. Merciless surfaces softened and formation whipped around at the recognition of her lover's vocals calling her name. Hurriedly, cage moved to his side, stomach sinking to the earth, muzzle jutting gently into his nape with relief that he was back to normal as he tried to apologize, a soothing sound causing cords to vibrate. Shush my love. It is alright. Relax and do as Adah instructs. Mask hardens and tiara lifts as the commander turns his attention to the monarch and informs her of all he knows. Typical Niravadhi. Fulfilling his duty even while his soul's partner bickered with the one whom he was addressing. Gaze flashed at Adah, a groan being swallowed with some difficulty as the vixen refused to let it grace the air, her annoyance at the one called Snow Angel dissipating in return for weariness. At the end of the others speech, a fed up bark is released, silver depths glaring back now at the leadess. Go. Quit this clearing and hunt to your hearts desire. What you do, I care naught, but leave me and my mate in peace! I have a mother and need naught your words to add to her "instruction." Focus turns to Adah now, choosing to now ignore Snow for more important matters which were placed before her attention. May I have permission to lay with my Niravadhi here as you work? Eyes were slightly challenging as they stared up at the other lady, waiting for her reply despite the warning she had given at the result of a denied answer. Tip tilted downward at her Romeo, a tender half grin splitting features. Ribbon flicked out and ran over his forehead, an amused chuckle escaping. We shall both be on puppy watch. You can not be rid of me so easily, my love, especially not by injuring yourself.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:30:34 GMT -5
Adah|Did anyone respect real authority anymore? The sorceress expressed her displeasure at the continuing discord that swirled about her in the midst of her rather peaceful art, with a loud and rather obvious snort. Of course, it could have been her lack of real authority over the two agitated beings before her, but when she was growing up, the healer was always a feared and respected figure among the adults. None knew exactly what one of her class could do, as most of her predecessors had done their upmost best to shroud themselves in clouds of mystery and of untold powers. Perhaps they had chosen the best path after all, Adah mused quietly to herself as she busied about her work to tend to the stupid snarly males that occasionally made her grin wickedly with their youthful antics. First apply the Spanish moss to cauterize the wound and prevent the bleeding. The droning voice murmured in her cranium as her memory recalled her many afternoon lessons in the shades of the grandmotherly willow trees, whose branches that swayed and rustled in the midst of a mild tempest filling the air with their own unique brand of music. Often at times the sorceress would return to the old place to recall her many pleasant memories. Next mash the marigold and horsetail together and apply it gently to the wound-- Gently, girl! Your patient may be dead, but if you smash it like that, you'll have an army of disgruntled patients just waiting for their chance for vengeance. The old voice croaked, wheezing with what Adah had always suspected was a hidden cough. As her memory recalled, she had giggled at the thought, and received a stern chastising look that sent her straight back to business. Next-- Maybe "stupid" is too kind for this one. Adah snarled a heart-felt protest as the male stirred, and instantly reached for the ebonite swathed fae. "Nira. Do I have to hit you over the head, or will you lay still?" The sorceress growled, though the romantic fae buried deep within approved of the romantic sediment the brute had shown without hesitation. The healer, however, did not approve. On the verge of taking a last recourse of action, and finding a very large stick with which to "medicate" the idiot, he became obedient and did as she would have bided him to do. "Good boy." Adah drawled dryly, nudging and rearranging the poultice once she was sure that unconsciousness had taken a hold of him. Raised voices increased her ire, and gained her attention, Go. Quit this clearing and hunt to your heart’s desire. What you do, I care naught, but leave me and my mate in peace! I have a mother and need naught your words to add to her "instruction." rang through her ears, raising the brows. "What is this? Is it too much to ask for a little peace and quiet? Both of your mothers should have least taught you that if you do not respect one of my arts, then you might end up with a very very nasty rash for a couple of days that I might not be able to cure." The threat was delivered eloquently, with a subtly innocent expression with an inflection that conveyed the seriousness behind her words were not all together only teasing. May I have permission to lay with my Niravadhi here as you work? Oh... my... goodness! Perhaps another would be shocked beyond words, Adah nearly was, to hear such an outspoken, often to the point of impudence, dame such as the infamous Dris to ask permission. "I very much doubt if I deny you, you will leave without the use of force, so stay if that is what you wish. Though, in fair warning, I plan to move him to a more sheltered location once he awakes. And he may be inclined to thrash if he remembers anything unpleasant of his ordeal." The warning was delivered this time, with a faint mischievous grin. "And keep your lovey-dovey crap to a minimum, I don't treasure the idea of more little yous running amok with your... less than desirable disposition." Perhaps this was a tad too bold, but in the midst of such good fun in light-hearted teasing that she had so come to miss. "Oh and it almost slipped my mind," Adah added, glancing at her leader, "Don't make me find a big stick for you, either. Stay in camp where you belong, M'lady, or else."
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:32:28 GMT -5
Niravadhi::It didn’t take long for the poppy seeds to work their magic and send me back to sleep. I could sense my surroundings growing dimmer, cooler, quieter…my sensory functions slowing down. In the distance I could hear the voices of the three dove’s that had been around my person before. The tones weren’t the kind, soft tones that I would have liked them to use, but I guess there wasn’t any way that I could change the character of these lupes. I couldn’t discern the words, but Dris’ biting sarcasm was easily discernable. Dris, leave Snow to her judgement I rasped in the closest I could get to my warning voice. To be truthful, the words were nothing more than the barest of whispers, but I trusted Dris to get the message. I would have liked to apologise to Snow for Dris’ insubordination, but my tongue felt dry and heavy. Instead, a deep sigh passes across kissers, chest fluttering in a final deep action, before I allowed lids to fall across sapphire gems. I wouldn’t be seeing much where I was going anyway. My vision disappeared first, sound soon following. For a brief moment, I had an uncanny awareness of every single fibre of my body. Was this normal? I wondered, somewhat surprised that my thought processes were still functioning normally. Then feeling seeped out of my structure. A brief sensation of heat warmed my back and flank, but before I had time to process whatever that could possibly mean my mind shut down. My spirit self floated about aimlessly in the sea of inky blackness that surrounded me. So quiet, so peaceful. I allowed the unquantifiable entity of myself meander to and fro, drifting with non-existent currents. I idly felt myself asking the question as to what those currents were. It couldn’t be wind, for I was trapped in my own mind. Perhaps thoughts? Subconscious thoughts, of course, since anything conscious had been effectively put out of action so that Adah could deal with me. Talking of which…what precisely was she doing? I don’t think I remember to get the details off her. Hmmm. Ah well, I decide, letting the matter rest. I would know soon enough when I awoke. Judging by the increased turbulence I was experiencing, I was probably coming close to waking up. The blackness slowly faded to a dark ashen hue, lids prickling as daylight landing upon them was actually sensed. I tried to unveil my orbs, but somehow the nerve connection wasn’t quite working yet. Not to worry, it would come soon enough. Smell was the first sense to come back to life, the acrid scent of something hanging in the air. Scenter wrinkles in disgust, as I plan to get away from the source of the aroma as soon as I was fully awake. Then there was Dris’ familiar perfume, indicating that she lay somewhere close by. Inexplicably, I felt a sudden rush of relief. I frowned slightly, before banning the emotion. I was just being silly. Dris was perfectly capable of looking after herself. Just as I was, and any of the other adult pack members. Sound returned next, the arguing of the dames having given way to the odd chirp of a robin, or the rustle of dead leaves. Finally, lids opened, shutter blinking open and shut for a moment as I allowed my pupils to contract to the correct aperture. I still had no feeling though. Well, that wasn’t quite correct. I could feel a gentle warmth at my back, and I knew my body was responding to me. Perhaps I was just a little bit tired. Yes, that was probably it. Shaking my dome to get dispel the fuzzy feeling, forelimbs are stretched in order to begin taking my weight, when a harsh twinge in my shoulder causes me to sink back down to the ground. Ah yes, Adah had been doing something to me, I recalled, turning to look at my shoulder. It didn’t look bad at all, covered in a yellowish paste. Perhaps I had gotten myself caught on a spiky branch or something I mused, before my memory finally managed to catch up with reality. A deep snarl passed through kissers as I glared at the offending limb, ink lappets drawn back to expose slightly yellowed daggers. So much for spiky branch, I thought in annoyance, vividly recalling the gunshot and the subsequent pain. For a moment my memory became my reality, limbs begin to thrash in a motion akin to galloping, but common sense quickly halted the action. Not only did my shoulder hurt upon moving, but it would probably take longer to heal, the more I strained it. Dome crashes earthwards with a resigned thump. Turning my crown to the side, I catch sight of Dris’ countenance, a sheepish smile forming upon façade. I’m such a fool I muttered, my voice dry and a little weak. Muzzle is pushed forwards until moist tip presses against Dris’. For a moment I remain in such position, before snout travels further to bury itself in Dris’ ebonite chest fur, a deep sense of peace falling upon my suddenly weary being.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:38:39 GMT -5
Snow Angel*Could the memory of ones exists send your soul into insanity? The days you spent keeping yourself busy could suddenly be erased when the name was spoken. The voice of the serpent had awakened my panicked ticker. His name had never been spoken but implied. Each vision shattered my mind, clouding everything around me until the world was a blur; a surreal atmosphere. One by one the trees that surrounded me quivered under pressure, their bodies bending downward as though something was pulling them in. Terror swept through me. Everything had gone black, the forest was gone? Voids scanned the abyss. From the black, something moved. Its colours shot about me. Him. He danced around in my thoughts. It felt so real. My body rocked with anger, I wanted him dead for what he had done. His lyrics spewed up filling my head with agony. Drums pinned against my skulls, I tried to rid him. The voice began to holler, it became unbearable! My front legs buckled sending my paws to rest upon my ears, my breathing increased. Then, as quickly as it started. It had ended. Slowly through the liquid haze in my vision I could see grass. Alabaster toes pressed against the sod. My eyes squeezed shut. Had I displayed the nonsense to the pack? Or was it all in my head? Through my heavy pants I listened. *Woosh* Shush my love. *Woosh* It is alright. *Woosh* Relax and do as Adah instructs. My head began to collect itself. I listened on. May I have permission to lay *Woosh* with my Niravadhi here as you work? My breathing hushed back into the quiet murmur of passing oxygen. The girl had spoken again but her voice was unclear. Something was roaring over her. The purr of the engine grew louder. I tried to make sense of the rumble. None of the three canines around me where making the racket. It hit me, the snarls where coming from my own chest. My spine was arched, plume rose and dentals exposed from my lips. Growls lurched out of my throat. Oculars had been zoned in on the viper. The fleshy coral ribbon slipped along my teeth. Appendages loosened the grip on the ground as I took a step forward. Do not speak to me as if you where above me. You are nothing but a mongrel. You see, pet. You are no specialty in my family. You cannot mend the hurt; you do not watch the pack young and you do not hunt for us. Your only job is to sit by your lover and try to look pretty. A face amongst the working ants. As far as I see it Adah is running the situation. Not yourself. So if you wish speak you will be asking for permission to even breath. As far as my former lover, it was not love for a hunt. The male is dead. My voice broke as I said it aloud. I was never really sure if he had died, but he was never one to truly leave his family. Was he? No, it did not matter. The unanswered questions where to remain that way. Koga was nothing but my past. Don't make me find a big stick for you, either. Stay in camp where you belong, M'lady, or else. The voice of the sorceress had sung. From the corner of my eyes I glared at her. My body relaxed at the very site of the lupine. Straighten up I moved toward her. How will he be? I questioned her and her only. She was only to speak.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:39:09 GMT -5
Dris()Rueful chuckles emit at the healer's words about her mother, amused voids moving to stare upon the other's pair. You obviously never met my mother, sorceress. Smile fell then and a serious light darkened ebony features, a silent warning being sent at Adah without words. A nasty rash would not be something the maiden would take with simply brooding displeasure as the other surely knew. Attention returns to the male as he speaks, vocals sounding stern for what could perhaps be the first time since the lass met him. Frown creased features, yet she knew it was pointless to reply for as soon as he had spoken, the bloke had fallen into a deep unconsciousness, brought on by the herbs the damsel had fed to him. Glare turned to Adah and a smirk formed upon facade, gaze shifting only as crown turned back to her lover and tape ran over his lobe. I will assist you in moving him when you wish to. His involuntary movements shall not bother me. My mate often dreams in his sleep. Fond smile is turned towards downward at his carcass before lifting to look at the one who has spoken, chuckles lifting from her throat to become real. You need not worry about more of my offspring "running amok" as you say it. The last thing I wish for is more younglings than what I claim now and I’m sure Niravadhi agrees. The rest of the sentence was ignored. The thoughts and views of others about her hardly bothered the demoness for most of the views were correct, if only barely and biased. Only the roan wolf that lay at her side held a pure view of her and because of that, she remained loyal to him as any beast could to another. Suddenly, the old, familiar sound of challenge sounded from behind her, causing tiara to swivel upon shoulders and silver depths to search out the source, finding a rage filled monarch standing just where she had been moments before. Brow cocked in questioning at Snow Angel for this countenance had never been seen upon the vixen before. The words were listened too with a stone guise, no emotion was allowed onto mask although plenty boiled beneath the surface. Once it was sure the other was dead, limbs lifted system from the sod and facade transformed into its old habitual expression, upper lifting to expose knives while a low rumble that started within her abdomen became a low growl. I am no pet alphaess! Nor am I apart of your family! Would you like a display of my specialty alphaess? Or perhaps such a thing would be harmful to your innocent little family. I would never had expected you of all creatures to understand my love of the hunt. Neither would I think anyone here could comprehend such a passion. Gaze turns to Nira as he speaks, a nearly pained expression upon her coal face as their moistened tips met. Indeed you are my love! To ask me such a thing as you have! To trust this beasts judgement! You could ask me for anything in the world yet you ask me to trust the maiden whose mere words curse my existence as many have done before. Glare turns back to the other fea's glancing between both as one whom was trapped with no way out. I do not claim to be above either of you, but yet I am not so pitiful as to be beneath you either! Threaten me as you will! I care naught for such things! But recognize that Niravadhi is my love and Lyulf and Faolyn are my flesh and blood and as such I will not desert those whom have accepted me! Bodice spun and her spot beside the brute was reassumed, cranium burying itself into his thick fur in a hopeless attempt to drown out the thoughts of the others. It was a despite attempt and she knew it would never work, yet his warmth and coat was comforting. If any attempted to speak to her besides he, the dame knew she would lose it and banish them both from their presence with force if need be.
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