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Post by Webby on Mar 16, 2008 12:33:54 GMT -5
"STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!" Deppene screeched as she hurtled out of the depths of the bushes. The small, slim fae ran at the fighting pair like a furious ball of fur, unable to bear watching them fight any more. Comatose seemed to be attacking the other wolf that she didn't recognise with reckless abandonment, not seemingly caring how injured he became. But Deppene cared.
She didn't know why she'd ended up in this place again, after what had happened last time, but something kept drawing her here. She hated the fact that there suddenly seemed to be a wall inbetween Comatose and herself; the shewolf felt as if she was responsible for it. I should never have told him about Seta, she thought, although she didn't see why.
"Just stop fighting!" She ordered impudently, her lower jaw jutting forwards stubbornly.
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Post by Webby on Mar 26, 2008 3:56:46 GMT -5
ooc; OOOOOH beef.
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Post by Webby on Mar 14, 2008 16:42:30 GMT -5
ooc;
OH THE SADNESS. I want to reply, but alas, he is dead xD
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Post by Webby on Mar 14, 2008 16:15:33 GMT -5
Rhyfel's vision grew blurry, darkening round the edges like a broken television screen. He knew that his breathing was ragged and that having been caught, mid-storm in the torrential river and half-drowned, would probably kill him soon rather than later, but he had to get up and find Myu. His body felt horrendously heavy, as if weighed down by all the water trapped in his fur.
He tried to heave himself up but his legs shuddered and he fell back down onto the hard, tiny stones on the river's shore. He let out a gasp of pain, eyes darting back and forth in search of Myu. He saw a figure approaching, and whispered weakly, "Myu!" As the figure drew closer he realised it wasn't his mate however, it was another female. God, where was she? Suddenly, she appeared, her tongue stinging the skin on his cheek although he knew she didn't mean to.
"I-" His breathing was becoming short and fast now, and he struggled to get two last words out. But they wouldn't come. His eyes fell shut and at once his body became still. He was gone.
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Post by Webby on Mar 14, 2008 15:25:33 GMT -5
A few hours after the yelling wind had stopped beating down upon the earth, and the rain had finished dampening the earth and spirits alike, sombre clouds parted to reveal a thin ray of pale sunlight. It fell, like an omen, upon a dark, bedraggled form lying on the small, pebbled, river's bank. The figure lay perfectly still, half-in-half-out of the inky river's water, resting upon the small beach inside a particularly smooth bend of the river. The wolf's eyes were closed, a blank expression across his features. If a passer-by was to see him out of the corner of their eye, it would seem as if he was sleeping pacefully. But on a closer look however, they might notice how his soaking chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven movements. And if they were to stand right beside him, they'd see the mirage of a hundred, tiny cuts and bruises all over his dark body. As the river gently ebbed back and forth, blood tinted the water surrounding his back legs a pale yet sinister red.
"Myu! Myu!" I howled, impatient for her to come and see what i'd discovered. A beautiful, tiny flower bud, with a pearly sheen that could only be seen in the soft light of dusk, had opened on the opposite bank of the river. I chuckled softly to myself; it was amazing what nature threw out into the world. It was mid-winter, with the sun falling in the sky, yet still a miniature, fragile, solidified moonbeam had managed to survive. How could something so small be so beautiful? I knew Myu would love it.
I glanced around to see if there was any sign of my mate coming yet, but I could see none. It was starting to rain, herald drops of dark water falling from the sky. Clouds began to thicken and obscured the lowering sun, making the light dim. I didn't mind the rain; the only thing i didn't like was having to sit still for a single moment. So, as I felt like inspecting this tiny flower more closely, I took a flying leap to the other side of the bank, where the flower was hiding in the damp grass. I was full of confidence and radiant happiness, but suddenly I felt my front foot slip on the muddy bank's edge. I'd completely misjudged the jump. Franctically I tried to get a grip on the bank's edge, but a storm was brewing now, rain pounding down on the river bank. I fell into the river. All went black.
The storm had ceased, the river slowing with it. And as the sun left the sky in the company of the stars, brown eyes flew open with a desperate glint. Rhyfel's breathing came in rasps. He wouldn't last long.
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Post by Webby on Mar 21, 2008 16:20:47 GMT -5
Carmine smiled slightly hesitantly, seeing that this young male was in no way a threat. In his eyes she could see he was light-hearted, and his voice showed that he meant no harm. Still, the memories that her just flashed past her mind still disturbed her.
"Frosty and Crystal?" She asked politely, on her best behaviour, "Isn't Frosty related to the Alpha? You've got a good father there." It was a vaguely odd thing to say, but it sounded fine in Carmine's head. Anyway, she didn't really realise the meaning off odd.
At Toboe's next words, she let out a playful giggle. The Daydreamer? He was quite a funny wolf, really. She blinked a little, wondering what she could say to this friendly male that could equal what he'd just said to her. "I'm Carmine. So if i'm the Daydreamer, what should I call you? The- the, er..." She paused, a slightly peeved, anxious look across her features. "Oh dear, I can't think of one."
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Post by Webby on Mar 21, 2008 13:43:58 GMT -5
Carmine flinched as she heard a voice a male's voice behind her, and she tensed her muscles to sprint away when her common sense told her that this wolf obviously wasn't the same one as in her nightmare. She turned around, a nervous glimmer in her amber eyes, and stared at him for a moment before it occurred to her to answer his questions.
"I...I re-" She couldn't quite work out how to explain herself without telling him as much of her life story as she could remember, so said simply, "I had a bad daydream. Who- who are you?"
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Post by Webby on Mar 21, 2008 13:16:37 GMT -5
A lithe, feminine form trotted slowly through the woods, retracing the steps she had taken late last autumn. Her brick-red fur made a startling contrast with the light dusting of pale snow that rested on the forest floor and hung on branches of trees. Her amber eyes darted around eagerly, as if the young fae were a pup once again. Suddenly, she paused, and stared at the ground at her feet. The snow was quite thin at this particular spot, and her gaze was intense as if she was trying to recall something.
All of a sudden, vague and distorted memories began to flash past Carmine's eyes. Horrible, tortuous laughter echoing through the forest. Shadowy crows dispersing into the dusky sky. A female's frightened face reflected in dark, cruel eyes. A massive, black brute towering over a red form sprawled across the forest floor. Abrupt emptiness. Nothing.
Sudden fear lit through Carmine's face. She didn't know who the terrible, dark beast of a wolf was but she new the fae was herself. So, now she vaguely remembered how she'd ended up lying awkwardly in the middle of a forest she'd never seen before, but not why. And that scared her more than anything.
She whipped round to face the other way, as if she was afraid that the enormous creature was still around and waiting for her with his awful laughter. Her eyes darted to every shadow in turn, paranoia gltitering within them, as if she suspected him to be hiding there. A small whimper of fear escaped her mouth as she realised that she was stranded in the middle of a dark forest with the possibility of strange, fierce wolves waiting to attack her.
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Post by Webby on Mar 15, 2008 16:46:29 GMT -5
ooc; Ah, okay x) I have such a bad memory.
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Post by Webby on Mar 15, 2008 16:44:16 GMT -5
ooc; Yeah, I was just wondering, when did Quianna forbid Vixen from talking to Roan? xD I'm pretty sure she didn't say that...
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Post by Webby on Mar 15, 2008 16:41:30 GMT -5
Onisim raised his eyebrows as he looked down at Quartz, unimpressed by his muscle-flexing efforts. He gave him an expectant stare as if waiting for something, but when all he got was an 'Uhh...Hi' he turned away. Was that really all the Dancing Stars were made of? INstead, he turned his airy attentions to Vixen.
"Actually, it was more of a greeting, but take it how you want," He said uncaringly, before peering at her more closely. He recognised her voice, and now that he came to think of it, he was sure that he recognised her from somewhere. "Have we met before?" His gaze flickered across to the other male there, wondering if he'd do anything interesting. Probably not. It appeared that these Dancing Stars didn't do much dancing. He sblack personed to himself as he took their name literally.
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Post by Webby on Mar 15, 2008 16:26:49 GMT -5
Onisim swaggered towards the female's howl, loving the feeling of power that he got from crunching snow beneath his powerful, jet-black paws. Although most of his pelt was alight brown colour as opposed to the darker shades of his paws, belly and tail, he still contrasted greatly with the white blanket that covered the land. The memory of his mother's snide criticisms had grown dull in his mind and right now, he didn't care if he wasn't the most intellegent wolf in the world because he was one of the strongest. And that's all that mattered to him.
As he neared the small gathering of wolves, he inhaled their mixed scents. Some smelt like Dancing Stars (he'd obviously have to deal with them), while there was also a scent of a loner here. That particular scent seemed to belong to the reddish fae. He grinning wolfishly, sharp canines on show, and let out a vaguely challenging growl, letting his prescense be known. He couldn't be bothered to think up a more intellegent way of greeting these wolves.
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Post by Webby on Mar 15, 2008 8:31:20 GMT -5
ooc; Wow, Bry, karma for that. Keep up the good posts! I'll reply to this later.
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Post by Webby on Mar 20, 2008 4:17:42 GMT -5
Quianna stared, bewildered, at Blade for am oment before turning to Marilyn with fiery, protective eyes. Suddenly, something clicked: Blade said he'd fallen down somewhere, and Marilyn had found him... That conniving fae was trying to take advantage of Blade's loss of memory. Ugh.
"Before you say anything, he's my ex m-" Quianna stopped herself in mid sentence. if Blade had lost his memory, surely he couldn't remember Xaka's death... She didn't want to be the one to have to tell him what had happened. "He's my mate's brother. He belongs in my pack!" She retorted angrily to Marilyn.
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Post by Webby on Mar 16, 2008 14:47:29 GMT -5
Quianna's eyes widened with alarm. What was Blade doing? Where was Calla? And who was that strange Falling Moon wolf with him? She ran towards them in the opposite direction to meet them straight on, with an accusing stare.
"What's going on?" She asked, a confused hint wavering through her voice. She stood infront of them, her gaze first searching Blade's face for any clues, then turning andfrowning upon Marilyn before looking back at Blade again. She wanted answers. And she wanted them now.
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