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Post by Shai'Ren on Dec 1, 2009 22:59:37 GMT -5
R a e l i k It's a slow fade when you give yourself away…
It's a slow fade, when black and white have turned to gray…Raelik had stopped in what he thought were the meadows, blowing and peaceful. However, he was indeed at a crossroad. To his left he observed he mountains, the promised safe haven his father told him to seek. To his right, a strange sea of trees. He had been told little of the forest land, and he was caught in a dilemma. To take the path of bread crumbs to salvation or to follow the path strewn with sweets where he might fall into a pot of trouble. Strengthened by his encounter earlier, he tread down the sweeter of the paths.
As he approached, his nose began to burn with a strange smell. It smelled much like the marker his leaders would have used, except it was... lighter. Not as strong--almost feminine. His face portrayed a look of confusion, wishing he had someone to consult so that he might know what to do. He dare not now take a step closer to this strange place, knowing little of what lay inside. There were many legends of horrible wolves in the north, but he had shrunk them all down to fairy tales.
The ebony slicked fur on his neck began to rise slightly, more out of agitation of not knowing what to do than out of fear. His paws took him backwards a few paces before he carefully used his gold speckled eyes to survey the area. There was no one around he could ask, and he would not call to whatever creatures might lie inside. Go back. Go back, go back, go back! He yelled at himself, but even so he was chained by the thirst for knowledge and answers. Why is it that what he thought was the border smelled like a female? Why was there no one guarding the border? If this would have been his homeland, there would be blood shed. And even though his father had attempted to lead him away from the culture of the nomads, some of their values still remained. This is not right...[/font][/color][/size] Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid…
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Post by Kaziph on Dec 2, 2009 0:05:20 GMT -5
NOTE: This thread is plotted, please don't bring your character into it unless you have spoken to either Kazi or Shaikos first. 
Carrick had run blindly through the forest for a while, relying on his instincts to keep him within the clan's territory as he bumbled through underbrush and past the old trees. He had kept going for many long hours, resting once, before rising the next day to begin again. The winter was thickening in the forest around him, finally arriving, and he felt his bones chilled with the season and thoughts of what he had done, again. I'm such a coward, I left her behind, too. Sorrow was in his dark gaze as he crashed through the forest, keeping his heart pumping and tongue lolling for an unknown amount of time.
It was several days later before Carrick's rumbling stomach and sore muscles called to him for mercy, and he grudgingly gave in. He walked for several more miles, realizing he was looping the territory, and finally paused. He gave a great sigh and stood silently, waiting for the pain he had caused to himself - and to others - to catch up to him. It came in a rush.
He felt the misery of Lanessa, Larka, and Zena all at once, and in so, he felt a terrible snarling come beckoning out of his chest. The brute shook his massive head, now grayed with age, and turned, nose up in the air as the breeze suddenly caught his wild attention. Loner, in packlands. His scent glands seemed sealed off, and he didn't recognize the scent of the male that had stumbled upon his territory, his misery. The stranger would pay the price.
Carrick ran like a demon, eyes lit with fury and jaws agape, through the underbrush, covering the ground in strides that ate the distance with ease. When he caught sight of the loner, he didn't pause. He didn't consider his actions, or the consequences of his actions, the large wolf only saw the intruder.
He powered his way across the small space between himself and the loner, giving the other little time to react as he barreled into the male, head lowered over his own neck like a battering ram. The fur on his shoulders and mane scrunched up with the pressure of his withheld cranium, keeping his vitals a little safer than they might have been otherwise. His hind legs took on the brunt of his weight, readying himself to rear up to meet the challenge of the other or chase, whichever the stranger chose. He had made his move - and time was suspended - for it was Raelik's turn to respond. |
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Post by Shai'Ren on Dec 2, 2009 6:16:38 GMT -5
R a e l i k It's a slow fade when you give yourself away…
It's a slow fade, when black and white have turned to gray…Auds pricked as the sound of another approaching tumbled through the air. His muscles had tensed, and eyes widened as a brute revealed himself from the cover of autumn now past. Raelik knew far too well that he would not be stopping; it was an assualt charge.
The north had become the south as Raelik prepared himself for battle in an instant. Fighting rituals had been battered into him while he was still only moons old, because that was the working way to obtain alpha. He himself never would have gotten there, for he had not been graced a mate to take with him.
With what little time he had left, his hind legs channeled as much power as they could before setting off. A snarl was released, a forsaken warning in the wind. Ears folded, head and paws tucked close to his body, his daggers aimed for the joints just below the bottom jaw. He would wait till those few seconds before contact to release his crown from its protecting position before letting it elongate and hopefully hit its mark.
Even as this ensued on the outside, there was a war going on inside. Why was he being attacked? Had he approached the packland the incorrect way? This wolf certainly was not the alpha, for he was far too old. Such a leader was incredibly rare back home. Raelik did not want this. He wanted neither of them to have to bleed--or die. Regardless of what he wanted, his insticts would protect him, even if it meant the end of life for this elder before him.Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid…
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Post by Kaziph on Dec 2, 2009 8:10:00 GMT -5
Carrick's savagery was at it's best, and as the precious few moments before they made contact ticked down, the beast of a wolf could feel himself finding a certain limited joy in the experience. The gap of time closed, and Carrick's massive form crashed into Raelik's waiting jaws. His body weight and momentum was enough that it carried him slightly over Raelik, exposing his chest and stomach briefly on accident, before he turned and gained his correct stance.
His initial lunge had brought his snapping jaws close to the stranger's shoulder, and by chance he managed to catch Raelik's left blade in his mouth, crushing down with the full power of the wolf's jaws instantaneously. He knew he had exposed his own shoulder and the side of his neck, but his fur was matted and thick there, and perhaps it would protect him from the death blow. Carrick fully expected injuries, he had sensed the loner tense and take the correct form in which to fight before they had contacted, and he knew the male understood the art as more than instinct.
Regardless though, Carrick's muscles snapped into attention as a ferocious bought of snarls erupted from his chest and muzzle. Get out, get out, get out. This is clan land, and you are not one of us. He jerked his head from side to side, hoping to throw Raelik off, but knowing the brute would fight back. He had once been the best of fighters on the island, but that was when he had been younger and less tired. The run through the woods had exhausted him, but the wolf bravely put up the front of power to protect his home. |
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Post by Shai'Ren on Dec 2, 2009 20:29:47 GMT -5
R a e l i k It's a slow fade when you give yourself away…
It's a slow fade, when black and white have turned to gray…Raelik's jaws tightened on the struggling wolf, attempting to gain more skin, ignoring everything else around him. All he could hear was the warring voices inside of his head. The kinder Raelik was stifled, snuffed out as a plan was formulated. As Carrick moved to the left, Raelik had unconsciously brought his paw up to the other brute's body and pushed as his head pulled in the opposite direction that the Ravilin was tugging. He felt himself become free from the body of the other and kicked up as much dust as he could into the wound and to distract the brute. He used that momentum to take the path away from the woods. Unaware if there was any of the pack wolf's blood on him, Raelik glared back at the pack wolf with wide eyes, fur stuck between his snarling maw. Senile old fool...
With the gift of his father, he sped away, keeping a rate that would limit the stretching of the wound on his shoulder, but would easily sacrifice that if he saw the old brute chase after him. However, Raelik smirked. If the elder came for him, he could either put on the boosters or perhaps finish him. Thoughts swam as the compassionate side cried at what he had done.Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid…
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Post by Kaziph on Dec 2, 2009 21:14:59 GMT -5
Carrick snarled in pain, but he managed to keep his hold on Raelik a moment longer to inflict a deeper wound. However, when the younger male kicked up the earth and dust into his opened nape, the old wolf ripped back, taking tuffs of fur and flecks of skin with his fangs. He reared up to free his head from the cloud of debris and narrowed his eyes as he saw the brute's retreating snarl as he took off down the path through the forest. Carrick started to charge after him, but when his front paws hit the ground he found himself suddenly weak.
The old brute realized he hadn't eaten in several days, and he run many, many miles since he had fled from the beach and the wolves that he had left there. Carrick's body sagged downward, and he was barely able to collapse his haunches to catch himself. His head dipped down, and even though the fresh gash on his neck bothered him, he didn't try to clean it. He would regret that later, when infection set in... but perhaps he could find a stream before the day was out.
He sat there for some time, wondering if the loner had left the pack lands and marveling at his inability to follow him. Never before had he felt so weak, and it was a feeling the big brute was not used to. Carrick finally rose some time later, his torso hanging low on his frame and tail brushing the earth despondently. It didn't matter, he supposed. Not much really seemed to. The old wolf padded slowly along, leaving the scent of mingled blood and shed fur behind him for the others of the Ravilin to find. By the time they found it, his scent would again already be fading. |
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