Turkish
Cub
carried in the jaws of death, back to life to seek revenge
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Post by Turkish on Jan 28, 2005 23:47:41 GMT -5
Turkish sat and stared as the wolves tried to help the dieing soul. He couldn't think of why though. why help some one who was already gone, what did life really mean? nothing seemed to make sence to him.
sitting there wondering Turkish suddenly noticed Nocturnia stareing at hi. Looking into his eyes, he Turkish couldn't help but wonder more. What was in Nocturnia's head? what would he posible be thinking at a time like that...?
Turkish knew what he was thinking the time his father was holding him in his jaws, slowly crushing the life out of the new born pup. And what he was thinking as as he saw his father walking away leaving him for dead in the snow with the rest of his brothers and sisters. That was when Turkish descided life was his to take or leave, that was the only this his father ever taught him, and the way he lived his life.
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Post by Mandarb on Jan 29, 2005 13:02:52 GMT -5
Mandarb's head fell sadly as Nocturnia spoke, his ears and tail drooping lower. He pressed his small body up against Nocturnia's head and neck, shivering slightly, a low whine bubbling from his throat at each breath. "Please Nocturnia... dont... dont say that... you cant die... you wont die... I... I dont want to be alone again..." The little runt shivered at the very thought, and whimpered to himself. There was no madness in his eyes anymore, there was no room for anything but the pain and sorrow that filled him until he felt he might burst. He lifted back his head and howled to the sky, every ounce of his fear, pain and sadness was poured into making that sound. In that single howl he laid bare his soul to the world, let them see what he had suffered at the hands of others. It was a cry to the gods, begging them to save this varg's life, to let him continue to live by the runt's side.
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Seara
Sikla
Kerl, Sister of Cadairon
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Post by Seara on Jan 30, 2005 18:45:59 GMT -5
Seara caught the look in Mandarb's eyes. This was no longer a matter of life and death; it was a cause without choice. Nocturnia had to live. The first tug did not take it out. But she did not pause long. She tugged again and the spear ripped free. Free! But the second problem arouse, one that she feared more than the actual spear. A crimson river spashed behind the spear. What could stop it? Leaves? No, it was the dead of winter!
((OOC-- does Nocturnia have more than one spear in him, or just the one?))
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Post by Mandarb on Jan 31, 2005 16:58:53 GMT -5
Mandarb watched horrified as blood poured forth behind the spear. His eyes widened and he whimpered once more. He would never know what it was that made him think of it, what it was that led to the memory of overhearing someone speaking about cold slowing the blood in your veins. He had not known what was meant by that, did the blood everywhere in your body go slower, or just n that one spot? It didnt matter, the fact was it might work. The runt was on his feet and beside the wound in a flash. He buried his snout in the snow, his teeth grabbing a lump, ignoring the burning sensation it caused. He turned and placed it in the wound before grabbing more, and placing it beside the other. The snow quickly turned pinkish and grew redder and desperately Mandarb pushed more freezing snow on top, it had to work, it just had to.
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Nocturnia Diiore
Sikla
?The Chuck Norris of wolfdom?
Transylvania's Original Obsidian Terror.
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Post by Nocturnia Diiore on Jan 31, 2005 18:55:24 GMT -5
Nocturnia smiled as he felt Seara tear the spear from his body, though he soon winced and made a choking noise, his entire body convulsing momentarily. Breath began to heavy and eventually slow, though this relaxed him quite a bit - at least he wasn't acting like a normal varg would and was crying and going spastic about the fact that he was dying.
"Mandarb.. What're you doing?! Stop it - it's cold and it hurts! Get it off, you stupid kid!" Suddenly, the obsidian male was saying things that he never thought he would say to his son, though the pain that the snow caused on his wound was nearly unbearable. Eventually, however, the coldness had begun to feel quite swell, and he calmed once more, tongue lolling out over the snow, melting it under his muzzle.
"I still don't see why you bother with someone you don't know, femme. Why is a stranger worth it?" This was something Nocturnia had wondered ever since she had appeared, for he was always curious, even in the midst of nearing death.
Despite his words and doubts, the snow had begun to slow the bleeding as Mandarb had hoped, and the older male began to find relief in realising the fact that he might have another chance to live.
[ Ooc: Short. :B.. And there's only one spear. Read first post again, Seara. Might help ya out. ]
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Post by Mandarb on Feb 1, 2005 10:01:18 GMT -5
Mandarb's feverish movements stopped as though he had been slapped when Nocturnia spoke to him. His eyes widened in hurt as he stared at the male but he made no move to take the snow away, every part of him was now certain that this would work and whether Nocturnia thanked him for it or not, he would continue his efforts. He whimpered softly, looking at the males face for a moment more before lookin back and checking the snow. His heart leapt with hope at what he saw, the pinkish hue was not spreading as quickly as it had been, he was certain of that. He grabbed a couple more mouthfuls, dropping them on top to replace what was melting against the warmth of the ebony male's body.
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Turkish
Cub
carried in the jaws of death, back to life to seek revenge
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Post by Turkish on Feb 1, 2005 20:51:27 GMT -5
Turkish watched curiously as the runt atarted heaping snow atop the dieing wolf. So he two would help? Not knowing any thing about healing? interesting. However when the snow hit the wolf, snd he started to yell at the runt, Turkish snickered. So, it semed death would push souls to do and say things they would not normaly.
Turkish sat wondering to himself, more and more. what secrets did this older wolf hold if any, why did he want to die, yet want to live at teh same time. waht was the secret to keep him going threw this pain? Even though Turkish had been threw the sam exsperiance, it was with difftren scirumstances... soon curiosity got the better of him, he wanted to know what this older wolf new.
Walking worward, Turkish Picked up a mouth ful of snow and set it were the runt had been piling it.
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Seara
Sikla
Kerl, Sister of Cadairon
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Post by Seara on Feb 4, 2005 17:49:19 GMT -5
Seara flashed the spear away, casting it off the moment it tore from the dragga. She watched it fall and disappear beneath the snow, carefully, as if man may spring from it's menacing form once it met the earth. Seara looked back. The runt thought of snow. Would that work? She cursed herself for not knowing. But surley it was better than sticks, and despite his impulse to bark at the pup, Nocturnia seemed to find it soothing.
Then she saw Turkish. Snow? He seemed to think so too. More importantly, he no longer stood silent, waiting for nature to take it's course. Seara ta first thought him colder than the snow that wedged irritably between her foot pads. He did not seem so now. Nature had a course, and she, when not faced in such a situation, would have called it bleak, but as real as the moon in hte giant sky.
But man, Lera though he was, could not be nature. Not the nature she knew at least.
"You mustn't speak.," she replied to Nocturnia. You mustn't speak? Stupid. She felt stupid for saying it, like a chiding new mother. He was an adult and could do what he wished. They always told her not to speak when she was hurt, but did it help? Holding her thoughts always made it more painful, and now the age those grownups she once knew, wondered if they thought the same way.
"I help you because of man. I do not understand him; I don't know anyone who does. I can't stand to see another of my own kind suffer under him." Seara didn't know if that was an answer. She did not know Nocturnia, but it seemed he would take something so forgiving. Forgiving was not the word. She couldn't think of it. But perhap she sounded too willing, like a something celestial who could do no wrong she hated that. Seara was mortal and she had faults. She wanted the be imperfect. She did not want to be unique, at least not now. "Besides," she thought of something quickly. "The man have gone, and I do not see myself in any immediate danger."
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Nocturnia Diiore
Sikla
?The Chuck Norris of wolfdom?
Transylvania's Original Obsidian Terror.
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Post by Nocturnia Diiore on Feb 8, 2005 13:18:06 GMT -5
The onyx varg opened his maw to speak, though closed it soon afterwards, his eyes drifting shut moments after. The snow had started to numb his side, making him feel quite comfortable, though it had also made him realise just how tired he was as he lay silently upon the melting ground. His body twitched as each new mouthful of snow was added upon him, for it sent a wave of pain slicing quickly through his body before it stopped as quickly as it had started.
Nocturnia smiled as he thought of how Mandarb and the two unknown wolves were helping him, and he pondered why they had not simply left him to die. Apparently, the lupine species would help each other, even in the most desperate of times - a wonderful thing. His breath issued from him in heavy puffs of mist, though they began to slow down as he fought to keep from drifting off to sleep.
"Hey, you lot.. Thanks.." The massive male wagged his tail a few strokes before he finally lost the battle with himself, sleepiness overcoming him. In moments, he was completely unconscious, which was probably better for his body - at the moment, he needed nothing more than a few hours' rest, which would more than likely provide him with enough energy to stand once he'd found consciousness - unless, of course, the unspeakable amount of blood loss took its toll.
[Ooc: Wri..ter's.. Block... Lalaldf 3e.]
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Post by Mandarb on Feb 20, 2005 18:42:41 GMT -5
Mandarb watched Nocturnia, and as the male calmed once more the runt's tail slowly began to lift slightly in hope. When the ebony male spoke, Mandarb's heart lifted in relief and he trotted the few steps to the male's head and curled up, his weak little body pressed up against the powerful male's. His eyes turned to look at the others, and for the first time in an incredibly long time, there was little or no sign of his madness there. Pure, simple relief and gratitude shone forth as he looked at them. For this sickly creature, there was no world or life worth having without Nocturnia at his side.
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Seara
Sikla
Kerl, Sister of Cadairon
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Post by Seara on Feb 26, 2005 20:56:16 GMT -5
Seara smiled warmly down at Nocturnia. 'Good,' she thought. 'Very good.' This creature might make. He will make it. And nothing more healing than his son there. Mandarb seemed like such an assertive young cub, and his stamina was just what his father need.
Seara looked the wounded Varg up and down. Sleep. There was little she could do to help at this point. The only healer could be Mandarb. And she had other business now and found herself far from home.
But she hoped to come back soon, just to be sure the onyx varg and his determined son faired well.
"Thank you," she murmed to Turkish. "Thans for you help>
She then padded off towards home >>>
((sorry everyone for my absence> also< for some reason my computer stopped letting me use periods << so "<" or ">" in the last parts of my text is my computer"s replacment for a period< sorry a bunch!!))
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