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Post by Cal on Aug 18, 2006 13:24:59 GMT -5
Flee...I must flee...Long slender legs carrying him forward racing through between trees Cal ran as fast as he could. Ignoring how weary he felt he continued to run as far away as he could from Ge-rad borders. He couldn't stand it. He couldnt' stand the fear and guilt that plagued his mind every time he saw a packmate, his family, or friends. The wretched feeling that twisted his insides, a deep sense of betrayal. Many would ask how did a once proud varg of Ge-rad end up in this situation. It was an incident that happened a few moons ago, right under Wolfbane's lair he had committed a sin, a sin that was so horrible that is was unforgivable. Even though he had done it to save a small pup his conscience would bother him. Endless questions now floated in his mind and he still did not know how to face the problem. Past events have made him doubt whether he was going to get past this, that he was going to lose everything that he ever cared for.
"What do you want from me?"
"Nothing that you can't give"
"You see what you did to this family? Things would've been beter off if you and I had never met in the first place!"
"I see no reason for you to try and teach me what you lack yourself."
"I never asked to be loved, if being loved brought this than things would've been better if my sister would've let me drown."
"ENOUGH!!!" he shouted sending lera to take off from the trees. The voices have stopped talking now. Stopping in his tracks and sending a small ball of dust into the air. His legs shaking slightly as though he was going to collapse. Panting heavily his eyes slightly unfocused he looked at his surroundings wondering what on earth he was. His yellow eyes caught a sight of two dead blackbirds hanging from the beech trees and a small hint of a smile twitched at the side of his scar-covered face. It had been such a long time since he had been to the Vale, it was back to the days when he was much younger, much more foolish, but then he had Uskiya by his side. Remembering it as though it was yesterday the cave that Mayan had lived in, and the seer looking at the pool of water and giving them valuable advice that he would remember for the rest of his life. Perhaps it was fate now that he brought himself to the Vale? Will she be the one that won't judge him by what he had done and instead give him his much needed advice or solutions? With a small grunt his legs moved forward bringing him down the rocky terrain. His eyes not even catching the beauty and mystery the held, his objective is to find his friend and hopefully have someone to discuss his problems with him. Eyes catching sight at the pile of old bones he stopped in his tracks. Knowing the seer was just ahead he threw his head back and let out a howl. A howl that was full of sorrow and mystery.
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Post by † Demon † on Aug 18, 2006 14:40:26 GMT -5
The ominous tone of the day was not lost on the dark femme. Nay, the dark female found herself waking in a world she did not recognise. The fog was thick enough that she almost forgot where she was. Then the scents of death - recent death - came back to remind her. For a moment she had indeed been confused and worried; waking up alone, not remembering the night before? Hell yeah, she was worried. When the scent came in and her memory returned, it did so darkly. Time was meaningless now that she was here. There was no future, no past. Simply the now she was constantly stuck in, and existance carved out of a name and hollow words. She was not worthy or deserving of the rank she held now, at least not in her eyes. She was not the alpha she had been told stories of. She was a liar and she was just there. She, like Kelvar, was learning the pack. He had to learn Dreogan, and she had to learn them all. He had the advantage over her, and that was why she had let him take front stage and her fall back. She was not the star of this divine comedy - she was the understudy, learning and watching and waiting for his trip and fall from grace.
Maybe she shouldn't have been so bitter to him. He was, after all, just acting for the same reasons she was. She knew he was someone she should associate with, someone who provied an insight into her past. But here her mother's pride came and snarled at her, a monster fo depravity that would not back down. She would be backed against the brink of her own demise if her pride shoved her there, for her pride was a cruel master. In a way, the reason she was so bitter stemmed out o her blood as it did her being entirely. For all the scars she had gained in one fight (her eye still ached sometimes), she had still remained as cold as she was before. She had not cared when she had watched another living creature plummet to almost certain demise at her paws. She had not cared when she had come here due to complete and utter instint.
Maybe her lack of feeling was what was making her so hollow. She had lost touch with herself the moment she had, as a child, watched her adoptive mother run off at the sight of her. At the time she had been twisted, in a state that was something of legend and myth. She had not been overcome here yet for the simple fact she did not know what to expect. She had no idea ther were others like her, especially here. She doubted that if she were to change she would be able to find someone like her or who would accept the insanity. She had lived among close-minded vargs for many years, watching even as one pack followed their messiah to a drisly death in a holy water. She had never understood why they had done such - again, she had watched with a detached sort of amusement. A spectator, a critic, and laughing audience. That was all she ever was.
She had pondered the idea of gathering the pack, and she was doing so as she, like the dark mann varg who was on the borders, listened to the deer. She was downwind of them and almost tempted to chase them down. From her crouched positon, she was slowly able to see dark forms appear out of the fog. They passed her ignorantly, a buck and two does. One of the does was injused. The appeal of a hunt now came again, her mind plotting distantly. Three groups, one under her, one under Kelvar, one under Nocturnia. She wanted at the buck. She felt if she was to hunt, it would be a hunt that would offer more danger. She was a thrill seeker, and the pounding of blood and the jolt of adrenlin that came from danger was her drug addiction.
As they passed, she rose and the lagging doe caught wind of her, snorting and raising her tail in a white flag. They bolted and something told her to run, chase. She ignored it - a new and far more interesting scent catching her attention. Her head turned to the scents souce, somewhere below her, to her left flank. Turning, she started off at an easy, slow and softly, body moving like liquid shadow. She was growing stronger than she had been, months of being alone left her lean. She still was, the build would not leave her, but the diet she now had made muscles show more against dark fur than they once had. As she walked, her paws split some low fog and the scent of dark, moist earth rose up at her. She knew autumn was coming already, as her summer coat began to shed slightly. In weeks she would loose it, replaced by a thicker one.
Now she could see a dark form against the fog. As she continued to walk, the fuzzy shape became an outline - and as she continued, she could see a dark male. She smelt Ge-Rad, and though her last meeting with another of this pack hadn't gone over all that well, she didn't know what to expect. As she continued, his scent came again and with it she found the ancient scent of guilt. He had guilt on his frame. Her mind asked a thousand questions and she felt the defenses raise slightly. Her head had begun to hold itself up higher now, though her tail did not. She was not the furious, snarling alpha she had once served under, and she was not one who was flaunting it. She was alpha on her own terms. The dark femme paused, giving the male ample space. Whatever would happen would happen, but right now she wanted to know more than her mind guessed. Two scents that lingered on this male; guilt and distress. No, not distress. Chaos. Emerald eyes lifted to the male's own - staring directly forth into the orbs. After a moment, she spoke quietly.
"Can I help you?"
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Post by Cal on Sept 16, 2006 21:12:59 GMT -5
His song echoed throughout the whole Vale as he poured all his emotions into the single howl, letting out his frustration and sorrow pour out of his maw. After a few short moments, he stopped and the Vale was as silent as the grave. Not a single sound except for the faint rustling of leaves from the wind. Yellow eyes transfixed to the stone cave and his heart racing as he waited. His ears perked up waiting for the slightest noise of footsteps. Why he was so tense? It just another meeting with an old friend right? Except this time he was going to confess his sins. He trusted Mayan and believe that the old seer would help solve his problems. He was going to let out something that was buried underneath him for many moons now. Something that ate away his insides until he had nothing left. Drain him of every tiny little bit of happiness, and instead confusing chaos and confusion. No one else would understand him, not his friends, and definitely not his family. Not even Draeg whom he respected the most would understand what he went through to protect every single one of them. One would call him foolish, another would call him noble...
Like a statue he was unmoving, his fur bristling and he trembled slightly. Perhaps Mayan was not in the Vale, another visit at a bad time it seemed. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught his ears and spun around on his legs nearly losing his balance as he focused his attention on the new noise. Through the fog he could see nothing, nothing at all. Then a dark shape was coming closer, a shape of a varg. A wave of relief swam over him as he padded forward eager to see the old seer once more. However when the fog cleared up his heart sank. It wasn't Mayan, but instead it was a large fae with jet black fur and he felt her emerald optics locked onto his. She appeared to be the same size as he was and he could see her muscles rippling beneath her dark fur. A slight feeling of uneaseness swept over him. Who was this fae and where was Mayan? Perhaps she was a friend of the old seer coming for a visit and why was she gazing so intently at him? No one spoke for several moments as Cal eyed the black faemme carefully looking at her beauty and mysteriousness. At last the silence was broken and she spoke.
"Can I help you?"
"Not unless you can read my thoughts and figure out a damn way out of the mess I'm in." he thought bitterly not knowing Demon being able to hear his thoughts. However, as bitter as his thoughts were the expression on the outside remained unchanged. "Yes...I'm looking for Mayan, perhaps it may be a surprise that I'm dropping in so suddenly. Though I do recall the last time I've been here she had been inside the Vale." His head buzzing and wanting to question the stranger a bit more, but he decided to leave it at that. He did not know how this varg would react therefore he was to tred carefully. A big part of him was relieved that this varg did not smell like Sarnes or the Balkar making his emotions much easier to control. "Ah, forgive me for not giving myself a proper introduction. I"m Cal, emissary of Ge-rad...and you are?"
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