Post by Shiro on Oct 29, 2007 20:09:09 GMT -5
//I'm not looking to join, just to RP. And also, my character is about two years old, so not a newborn.//
“Shiro.” it was a rumbling bark. In the forest dim with stormy shadows and wet with an autumn thunderstorm, two pearly shadows raced, blurred by the drizzle. “Shiro!” the voice clapped like thunder from the ghostly figure slipping in the rear. The leader, flashing almost desperately between the trees, slowed so that it no longer resembled a running mist but a feral beast. Though its pace lessened the creature went on and the hulking chaser grew closer with its long, forceful strides. “Shiro.” it boomed a command. The feral beast hesitated a moment that still took it yards forward and than plodded to a halt. It’s contender drew still closer, but at a prowl until the two creatures faced each other at a short distance, one poised to onset, the other prepared to conquer.
“Shiro,” the hulking fiend growled as if tasting the name. The lesser she-wolf bristled, but the fight had apparently escaped her; no longer did she crouch prepared to assault or defend, nor did she clench herself readied to fly. The larger she-wolf would do what she wanted with her. It had always been that way.
Rikka sneered, revealing powerful fangs in her vicious jaws. Her white tail had arched overhead to announce that she came to encroach and than snatch her claim. “What are you thinking, Shiro?” she ordered her daughter. She left no choice to Shiro but to answer her demand. A low vibration hummed in the slighter wolf’s throat, but it was quenched by a resounding, feral snarl. The glassy film coating Rikka’s golden eyes was contorted with raw, unfeeling anger. She prowled a step forward, irresistible and alarming. Unable to control her instinct, Shiro’s scrawny pallid tassel swayed stiffly near the ground. “Answer me,” Rikka gnashed her mandible, the words barely discernable from the animalistic grating of her displeasure.
It began to poor in earnest and the rolling sky was no longer textured into clouds but a smooth, unyielding gray. The thunder that had been pursuing the forest had finally caught it up and brother lightning came with it. Together they flashed and clapped in the drenched air. Helplessly the forest heaved with them, rattling and creaking.
“I am done with you,” Shiro growled boldly, but her voice was small among the tossing trees. Her pride appeared feeble, and Rikka laughed at its meekness.
“Foolish cub. Very well, tell me why. Now.”
“You take us across the mountains hunting man to purify the earth, but Ore and Svik have sacrificed there life’s for your mission. I am tired of you dominating and controlling me, I am tired of fearing you. Once I nestled at your side and learned from your teachings, but I have nothing to gain by bleeding men in your name anymore. You govern with terror, I am ready to be governed by my decisions.”
Rikka cackled and her voice spit scornfully. “I whelped your maggoty hide, I sheltered your spiteful tongue, and now you want to disperse? Cursed cub, you cannot betray your mother and your Drappa. Or are you afraid to die saving us all from man? Are you a coward?” She looked livid to even assume her daughter was a coward. The rattlings in her chest did not dwindle away.
Shiro trembled, but she responded with bared teeth. “I don’t think you care about saving anyone from man anymore, I think you like sending us all into impending death. You are crazy, you are obsessed with their blood. I-”
Shiro fled as Rikka assaulted her in a roar of thoughtless instinct, but her mother caught her and rolled her into the mud. Shiro yelped and snarled as her ribs crushed against her heart, but the snapping jaws of her mother towered stonily above her. “Once my mother said family would be most important to me, so I will spare your throat. Jiro and Junko never gave me this much trouble; as I allow myself to speak to you scum they attempt to escape the hounds. You were too clever, too obstinate, so I let you go. But your siblings are mine. They will never be free of me. Let us see if you can live with that Shiro, Blood Traitor, Demon!” Her fangs sliced downwards too fast to register and tore at Shiro’s flesh. There was a scream of terror, and than she ripped away from Rikka’s unforgiving passion to finally flee.
Her mother pursued, and in a panic that washed away Shiro’s vision, the young wolf spread her gangly legs and flew. The woods whipped by and the rain pounded into mud. The light was traveling behind the thickening clouds so that the gray skies grew deeper. Wildly, desperately, Shiro slipped, fell, and got up again, all the time Rikka snapping at her heels.
A scent came over her, thick and stern; it was a borderline of a pack. But Shiro ran on. Her mother however stopped, eyes gleaming with hatred. She stalked their, not passing the line, but snarling to herself as her daughter disappeared from sight. The last thing she scent to chase her was a quivering howl.
On and on Shiro went with inhuman speed until she was crouching in the mud afraid and streaked with brown. Her blood mingled with human blood on her pale fur, and though she knew she had to escape these foreign pack grounds, all she could do was shake as the rain drummed a tune on her body.
“Shiro.” it was a rumbling bark. In the forest dim with stormy shadows and wet with an autumn thunderstorm, two pearly shadows raced, blurred by the drizzle. “Shiro!” the voice clapped like thunder from the ghostly figure slipping in the rear. The leader, flashing almost desperately between the trees, slowed so that it no longer resembled a running mist but a feral beast. Though its pace lessened the creature went on and the hulking chaser grew closer with its long, forceful strides. “Shiro.” it boomed a command. The feral beast hesitated a moment that still took it yards forward and than plodded to a halt. It’s contender drew still closer, but at a prowl until the two creatures faced each other at a short distance, one poised to onset, the other prepared to conquer.
“Shiro,” the hulking fiend growled as if tasting the name. The lesser she-wolf bristled, but the fight had apparently escaped her; no longer did she crouch prepared to assault or defend, nor did she clench herself readied to fly. The larger she-wolf would do what she wanted with her. It had always been that way.
Rikka sneered, revealing powerful fangs in her vicious jaws. Her white tail had arched overhead to announce that she came to encroach and than snatch her claim. “What are you thinking, Shiro?” she ordered her daughter. She left no choice to Shiro but to answer her demand. A low vibration hummed in the slighter wolf’s throat, but it was quenched by a resounding, feral snarl. The glassy film coating Rikka’s golden eyes was contorted with raw, unfeeling anger. She prowled a step forward, irresistible and alarming. Unable to control her instinct, Shiro’s scrawny pallid tassel swayed stiffly near the ground. “Answer me,” Rikka gnashed her mandible, the words barely discernable from the animalistic grating of her displeasure.
It began to poor in earnest and the rolling sky was no longer textured into clouds but a smooth, unyielding gray. The thunder that had been pursuing the forest had finally caught it up and brother lightning came with it. Together they flashed and clapped in the drenched air. Helplessly the forest heaved with them, rattling and creaking.
“I am done with you,” Shiro growled boldly, but her voice was small among the tossing trees. Her pride appeared feeble, and Rikka laughed at its meekness.
“Foolish cub. Very well, tell me why. Now.”
“You take us across the mountains hunting man to purify the earth, but Ore and Svik have sacrificed there life’s for your mission. I am tired of you dominating and controlling me, I am tired of fearing you. Once I nestled at your side and learned from your teachings, but I have nothing to gain by bleeding men in your name anymore. You govern with terror, I am ready to be governed by my decisions.”
Rikka cackled and her voice spit scornfully. “I whelped your maggoty hide, I sheltered your spiteful tongue, and now you want to disperse? Cursed cub, you cannot betray your mother and your Drappa. Or are you afraid to die saving us all from man? Are you a coward?” She looked livid to even assume her daughter was a coward. The rattlings in her chest did not dwindle away.
Shiro trembled, but she responded with bared teeth. “I don’t think you care about saving anyone from man anymore, I think you like sending us all into impending death. You are crazy, you are obsessed with their blood. I-”
Shiro fled as Rikka assaulted her in a roar of thoughtless instinct, but her mother caught her and rolled her into the mud. Shiro yelped and snarled as her ribs crushed against her heart, but the snapping jaws of her mother towered stonily above her. “Once my mother said family would be most important to me, so I will spare your throat. Jiro and Junko never gave me this much trouble; as I allow myself to speak to you scum they attempt to escape the hounds. You were too clever, too obstinate, so I let you go. But your siblings are mine. They will never be free of me. Let us see if you can live with that Shiro, Blood Traitor, Demon!” Her fangs sliced downwards too fast to register and tore at Shiro’s flesh. There was a scream of terror, and than she ripped away from Rikka’s unforgiving passion to finally flee.
Her mother pursued, and in a panic that washed away Shiro’s vision, the young wolf spread her gangly legs and flew. The woods whipped by and the rain pounded into mud. The light was traveling behind the thickening clouds so that the gray skies grew deeper. Wildly, desperately, Shiro slipped, fell, and got up again, all the time Rikka snapping at her heels.
A scent came over her, thick and stern; it was a borderline of a pack. But Shiro ran on. Her mother however stopped, eyes gleaming with hatred. She stalked their, not passing the line, but snarling to herself as her daughter disappeared from sight. The last thing she scent to chase her was a quivering howl.
On and on Shiro went with inhuman speed until she was crouching in the mud afraid and streaked with brown. Her blood mingled with human blood on her pale fur, and though she knew she had to escape these foreign pack grounds, all she could do was shake as the rain drummed a tune on her body.