Taken by... ...Insanity

[orin]

Sick? It was possible. She could be getting sick, there was a strange distant throb in her head and no long did her belly accept any food. Why? What reason to harbor such feelings within her, she didn’t know. It had begun a while ago, after the pack’s dragga, Dreag had returned with Kop, his son. Yet she did know it wasn’t normal, it wasn’t right.
But what was it?
Why was it happening now?
The Ge-Rad was on the brink of war with the Balkar and now this started? What could name the everlasting headache that she bore in her temple? Or the queasy sensations that coursed through her stomach whenever she was hungry or smelt blood. Usually her jaws would slaver at the bittersweet scent, now they just wrinkled back into a look of disgust. And now this!
Her pelt generally gleamed a deep hue of black, glistening like the raven’s wings under full shine. That was fading.. Turning her head to nibble at an itch she saw the muted appearance.
It’s because I’m not eating. She told herself. But never believed it.

Another thought one eve caught in her head. Madness? It had been just at that moment, hen the low clouds were painted a crimson shade that she realized the throbbing was really… voices. She couldn’t hear what they were saying.

That was when the fear began.

What did it mean? Amaya knew she couldn’t be going mad. Or could she? The voices grew, she could here them. Come… they whispered. Come back… The speaker had a deeper tone, the one of a dragga. The one of her… her father. But how could that be? Hadn’t she killed him so long ago? Had she? There is began,, then the world suddenly began to just all apart. Nothing, nothing made sense! Had she just been lying to herself all these moons? She must remember! No, he’s to be dead, but how did she kill him? No, nothing made sense.

Was it he?

Though on the present day, she lie resting under the full shine of the moon a dream came to her. The voices were louder. Amaya twitched and yelped, writing in pain as the images flashed through her mind’s eye, until hers flew open.
”Come Back!”
Come back? Come back! The voices were still there then! She had thought them to stopped a while ago, no. Another lie?
Come back. Come Back. Come Back.
”Back to what!? What do you want from me?!?”
She finally howled out to the heavens. Turning with a mad look in her eye Amaya ran to a tree and literally began to ram her had into the trunk’s harsh coating of bark. She didn’t stop until she felt the blood gushing down her face, ribbons of red turning into streams as they were smeared across the tree’s base and ran down into her eyes, then out again falling over her muzzle like crimson tears.
Insane?
Yes, she must be insane. If one saw her banging her head into a tree like that they would think her to be automatically insane. Run. She wanted to run away. Spinning around Amaya looked about her. If she ran that would be one less warrior the pack might need. Yet what would the use of an insane Varg be anyhow? She was mad. Right?

Slowly her deep violet optics rose to meet the trees with a grave look embedded into them. She was of Balkar blood. Was it that, that now called her? The evil that flowed through her veins awoken? Beckoning her. Calling her. Drawing her away.

Lost? Confused?

It was possible.

Mad? Insane?

No question about it. Amaya just ran. She didn’t look back she couldn’t look back. Where?
Not even she knew. But the Ge-Rad would not be seeing her for quite a while…

//Amaya has gone a little loopy with her past now. I have been planning this for a while. Just adds a peculiar little twist.//

[Cwen]

The milky Goddess Tor hovered in the star strewn sky above. Beneath the glowing canopy, a silent shadow sifted through pearly dappling created by the leaves of the awning. The silver Drappa of Ge-Rad. Her sleek, well built figure had taken another two moons to finally get back to its original state of health after her serious decline when her mate Draeg left the pack in search of their son Kop who had been stolen by a pack of two-legged, thanks to a Listern faemme who he’d strayed from the pack to meet up with. If there was slight friction between Ge-Rad and List before, there certainly would be now if Cwen had anything to do with it.
Her ever-shifting muscles and thin summer pelt defined the Drappa’s large frame. Pearly white hairs covered the majority of her body, however along the head, back and tail ran a mixture of grey and black hairs to give her a silvery appearance. Her hues were of a light grey mingled with hint of blue that made them glisten beautifully under either both Tor’s milky glow or Fenris’ golden beams. And as the twisted mind of hers took in her surroundings, Cwen growled pleasingly. Everything was in order. No trespassers had crossed her path, nor the scent of any, and she continued on her round with a rigid tail and strong legs.

But soon sounds came to her alert, erect auds that made the silvery Drappa slow to a halt. Standing still with her gleaming eyes staring ahead through the bracken, she heard another pour out their heart into a howl, and the sickening crack of a skull smacking against the trunk of a tree…or at least that is what she guessed it was. Taking a few silent steps forward, Cwen craned her neck forward and scented the air tentively before realising that it was one of the pack’s warrior’s Amaya. Stopping as she saw the ebony figure tear from the clearing in which she was and left as a shadow into the forest. Realising something was wrong – clearly – Cwen tore off after the faemme instantly, her swift movements and long legs raking at the earth beneath her until she rapidly caught up with her pack mate, letting out a sharp bark of warning to let Amaya know that she wasn’t alone and that she was to slow down.

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Oh Tor! Please no! It. Can't Be!
Her mind reeled and became a swirling mess of this feeling... this feeling of utter madness blooming with in her. The voices! There was the voice! Her father? She didn't want to believe it was him. Yet that voice so low, so snake-like, it was all to obvious. She didn't want to believe it.
Come back...
It was ... stronger. Leave me! I don't want this! She shook her head as she ran, but out of the corner of her eye caught sight of a silvery form coming up quickly behind her. Cwen! A wave of fear and relief swept over her, could the drappa help her? But another thing awoke inside of her mind, bringing with a sensation of such lust the she-wolf could hardly believe it was her on body any more.
BlOoD! It howled. DeAtH! kIlL! The Howl became a wild cackle, a laugh that slowly began to envelope her head in such a wild feeling.
BLIND!
She couldn't see! Her legs crumple beneath her, the fae fell with a hard thud! Though she lie still, her eyes beneath their thin covers moved rapidly and muzzle twitched. Who are you...?

She was in a place, so dark, so cold. Shivers slithered p and down her spine,yet as chilly as it seemed her breath did not cloud around her muzzle. What was this place?

Finally. A voice cooed in the pitch. I'm closer now.

Who are you? What do you want? She cried to the shadows, she heard no echoes.

I'm you, you silly whelp! I'm what you are suppose to be.

Move! Get Out! Get Out! Her muscles screamed as she tried to move, but her paws seemed to be plastered to the ground. Let me go!

Your father is very disappointed, but he misses you so. You should go see him sometime.

Let me go.

Wait till he finds out you've changed you name.

She blinked. Changed me name? No longer did Maya struggle but simply stared, This being was confusing her even more.

Ahayla. The thing replied before tearing through the shadows. Amaya couldn't even react, this... this... thing had grabbed her by her throat!

[Cwen]

Amaya continued to run, and so too did Cwen continue to bark out to her warrior. What was wrong with her? She was acting completely insane! Cwen stopped her barking as realisation took over. She had been in a situation like this before…though it was highly unlikely that those same souls were haunting the ebony pelted faemme that had haunted the silver Drappa’s own mind. But before Cwen could get the chance to maybe knock Amaya aside and wake her out of her panic, the faemme’s eyes rolled back in her head and her forelegs buckled forcing her front end to come crashing down, her body falling into a painful heap. Cwen let out a sharp yip in fright and leapt over the Ge-Rad warrior as she fell in front of her path, a shroud of dust lifting into the air from the drying earth.
Landing slightly awkwardly not far from the body, Cwen grunted and turned round swiftly and padded back to Amaya, her tail and hackles held high as she began to feel incredibly anxious about the situation the pair had gotten themselves into. “Well at least you’re not alone I guess…like I had been,” she muttered to herself more than Amaya as Cwen craned her neck down towards the faemme’s muzzle, observing her flickering eyelids and twitching muzzle. Clearly this was all within her mind, something that Cwen had not quite endured…though she knew how alone, confusing and fearful it felt when she was unable to escape. “Amaya. Amaya. Can you hear me?” she growled into her pack mate’s aud, nudging the younger varg’s muzzle in attempt to bring her back into reality. But with a jolt Cwen leapt back, snarling in shock as Amaya began to writhe and jerk in a terrifying fashion. Though nothing was there, it appeared that something was constricting her windpipe, and Cwen’s grey hues opened wide in shock. This was clearly getting far more out of hand than she thought she could deal with. However, if she got help and Amaya came too…Cwen was sure that she was the only varg that would be able to understand and help her through this. Or at least, to her knowledge.
Making a light bound to Amaya’s other side, Cwen threw her muzzle down and grabbed the fae by the scruff of her neck and began to pull and shake at it. She had used this technique once before, though at this moment she couldn’t remember when exactly. If it worked, then Amaya would grow limp; the memory of when she was pup and being picked up by her scruff would make her instincts force her to go limp. If it didn’t work…then the silver Drappa would be at a loss.

[orin]

...free...

The pain intensified but slowly began to abate, leaving her in a daze. She could move now, but still those endless dark walls of her mind still rose around her. The presence was stronger now, but not just in one place. Everywhere.

A snarl rippled from Amaya's open jaws, fangs flashing as the she-wolf got to her paws, ignoring the pain as the drappa's teeth tore her flesh. Her eyes were still shut.

"No sense in trying to wake her anymore Cwen."Her voice, it had a deeper tone to it, more of a raspy growl. "Your petty little warrior is gone." A smile, a smile so vile and dangerous crept across her face as she threw back her head and cackled wildly. When she lowered it again her eyes were open.

Veins of red streaked through them, rivers of a tainted darkness slicing through the violet hues as if her eyes had began to crack open.

"Yes. Yes, she is gone. No more Amaya. Now it's my turn. Ahayla's turn!"

[Cwen]

The body went limp for a moment, and Cwen thought it best to wait for several moments before loosening her grip. But before she could even get the chance, Amaya’s lifeless body suddenly grew stiff with life once more and her weight was thrust forward, pulling her scruff free from Cwen’s clenched muzzle with a sickening tear. In fright, the silver Drappa let go and stumbled backwards slightly, licking her chops only to taste the blood of her fellow varg and smear it across her virgin white muzzle. Words came to her auds and they perked up, her grey hues hidden slightly as a frown began to furrow her brow. Gone? What did she mean gone? She was standing straight in front of her. But that voice…the voice was distant and twisted.
A growl emitted from Cwen as she took an uneasy step to the side, eyeing this new found Amaya with a wary grey gaze. Those eyes, the bloodshot gaze that was now revealed as ebony lids were lifted, were clearly not those of Amaya, and Cwen’s lips were pulled back into a savage snarl as her pink gums flashed and ivory razors glistened dangerously under the pale light of Tor above. Ahalya? Clearly this was some sort of twisted happening – something Cwen herself may not have experienced fully, but close enough. Amaya’s personality was becoming another, and it was drastic. “What is your purpose here Ahaya? Where has Amaya gone?” she snarled maliciously, her head lowering and hackles rising as her brushy tail began to bristle.
This was no member of her pack, and she was going to make sure that she knew the truth of what was going on before anything further happened…

[orin]

"My pur-"
Her sneering tone was cut short, eye lids falling closed and her head jerking downward ward as if something had hit her from behind. Pained gasps escaped her maw.
There's no point to fight for control anymore Amaya. You lost. Sooner or later it will all be over!

Let me go! What do you want?!

Silly, silly Amaya! It's not what I want, but what hewants!

Growling with satisfaction Ahayla raised her red stained eyes back to Cwen, smirking, but her mind was raging. I can't keep this up with that whelp in here! Finally she spoke, her words tearing at the air with her new blade-like tone.

"My purpose is to set the pathetic whelp you call Amaya right. She has disgraced her bloodline. She thought she escaped it!" Ahayla's jaws clipped shut as she eyed the drappa. Cwen took on a more threatening pose, head lowering and curved, sharp canines still touched with the red of her blood pokeing from her muzzle. But the black varg stood still and emotionless. Fight? She wasn't strong enough to fight. Amaya had let her body wilt when the voices began.

"I have no intention to fight, only to leave." But you will see me again!
With a flick of her bushy black tassel Ahayla turned and stiffly began to pad away. Yet her eyes and ears still ventured back to wards the silver drappa. She knew things weren't over. Yet.

[Cwen]

Cwen watched as the possessed varg before her fought inwardly with herself and her own newly corrupted mind, helpless. What could she possibly do that would be able to save Amaya from this torture? There was little Cwen could do, Amaya would have to fight the battle within her head alone. Growling darkly however in a warning as this new bitch in Amaya’s tired body began to speak of leaving, telling of how her warrior had apparently betrayed her bloodline. What bloodline could that be? Cwen may have known Amaya by name and personality, but she knew nothing of the younger faemme’s past. Frowling deeply her lips twitched and she licked her blood stained nose, taking a step towards the fae before she turned to leave.
Cwen knew there was little she could do for Amaya now, but without someone keeping an eye on this beast, then Amaya would never be able to win her fight, for ‘Ahaya’ would simply be able to take over altogether without the eyes of another to help protect her. Snarling viciously she let out a sharp bark, “Stop!” Without waiting for the faemme to slow down and obey her command, Cwen continued without any heed. “What bloodline is this that you speak of bitch? And why have you only came now for Amaya and not sooner? She is a proud member of my pack Ahaya, and I will not let her go with you without a fight,” she growled savagely. She knew fine well that Amaya’s body was weak, from just looking at it the twisted Drappa knew fine well Ahaya would be in no condition to fight the Alpha faemme.

It was madness, and Cwen herself had experienced madness before. This needed to be stopped before the parasite took over Amaya forever and she was lost. Cwen had been rescued, and she would not let another be subject to such torture.

(sorry about the wait and also the pretty rubbish post. but yeh...I got here eventually!)