Sever all ties [private]

[Shunké]

[god-moding approved beforehand]

What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do?

The fae dragged her paws over the multicolored ground, as leaves stirred beneath her paws. The Ge-Rad territory had hit the peak of winter, it’s most beautiful time of year. It was certainly a change, especially after being in Sarnes, the dead terrain. Everything was much brighter her, and even so, it hurt the fae’s sunset eyes and made her a little queasy. Or, maybe that was just because why she was here, either way she wasn’t sure. However queasy she became it was vital, that now she must be strong, she must finish it, their bond. The reason why she had come to this land, once again. Blood, they say, runs thicker than water. But was that really true? Either way, she had to find out, there was something that had to be done. It would break the bitch’s heart, but had to be done. Some blood ties just weren’t meant to last. However, this wasn’t just for her good, in fact this wasn’t for Shunké at all. It was all for him, for the love of her brother, for the future of his cubs. He was, too kind for his own good, and Shunké knew well he had a soft spot for her. A spot, that had tried to heal, she knew, once he found out that she was- different. Sick, even.

Images ran through Shunké’s mind, images of her past, her memories. Ever since she was little, there was only one who really cared for Shunké, other than her mother. It was her brother, Shakó, the largest of the male cubs and obviously the favorite of the litter. For one with such a bright future, the alpha-to-be of their birth pack, he had a heart bigger than his body. He had helped Shunké, played with her, snuck her food when she was denied it. No one out of that pack ever really paid her any attention, no one but him. It was this that gave the two cubs their special bond, and even when Shunké ran away as a cub, Shakó himself went after her, and in the process even got himself lost.

However, they were lucky, the littermates soon found each other again, in these lands of Transylvania, and visited each other several times. It was only most unfortunate that Shunké had realized what was really in her, the sickness that overwhelmed her. An entity, named Tarquin was Shunké’s true downfall, he was always nagging at her and putting her down. Though too young to think anything of it at the time, Shunké had indeed felt diseased, like she had in her birth pack. She knew she was considered an outcast by most of society, and the only thing she could really have done at the time.

He even made Shunké loose control several times, and she was sure that one day he would fully take over, and ruin everything that she held dear. After all, he has somewhat taken over once, in which case Draeg has almost been the victim. This was another reason for her sudden desperation to sever the tie, to break the bond between brother and sister. If anything was to happen to Shakó, if he had died because of her, she would never forgive herself. This had to be prevented, for the sake of his family and his life. Shunké knew that where he currently stood, he was too soft on himself, Shakó would never kill her completely. He might come close, but she knew in her heart that he couldn’t do it. It was something Shunké couldn’t live with on her conscious.

The sick looking fae wined lowly, her paws ceasing on the ground. She was sure that if she had eaten over the past few days, she would have vomited already. Her thin body shook slightly, as her instincts told her to turn back. She was in enemy territory, she was game to anyone. So how could she be so sure that Shakó would be the one to find her, and not the others? After all, his nose never really worked that great, and he couldn’t exactly smell her. But she could smell him, he was near. She would, just have to sneak up on him first. Taking a deep breath, the fae began to trot almost silently across the chilling grounds, making sure to stay further in the shadows as Tor began to set. He was close, so close, and as she progressed further into the wooded area, she could almost hear his heartbeat. Could he feel her, like she felt him? Shunké paused, her oculars inspecting the area. Sure enough, behind the brush was a large ivory figure. Taking another deep breath, the black bitch raised her hackles, her lips curled as she emerged from the shadows, right in the bright eyed mann’s view and gave a deep belly growl. Without giving him time to react, Shunké pushed herself off her back legs as leaves flew behind her in a hurry, she wouldn’t- she couldn’t give him time to react. If so, she would have lost her nerve. Within seconds, her jaws open and claws exposed, her shoulder had collided with his, pushing the two to the ground.

What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take this anymore
What would you do, do, do?

[Shakó]

Life for you, has been less than kind...


The days of Ge-Rad were growing shorter, as the land progressively grew colder. Leaves all around fell to the ground in shades of orange, yellow, red and brown. These days were some of the male’s favorites, for the colors around were breathtaking, and the cooler temperatures were relaxing. Shakó also liked to watch the cubs of the pack would try and catch the leaves that would fall from the trees. Soon, however, the trees would be bare and the sky would shed it’s white coat upon the earth.

Large light silver paws trotted heavily upon the blanket of fallen leaves, the warrior was headed no where particularly. It had been good to go for an evening jog, it kept his mind off his itchy coat that just kept growing. Soon, the silver and ivory male would become completely white, his silver underbelly untraceable. It happened every winter, and was on of Shakó’s many traits.
Gold eyes scanned the forest lands as his bushy white tail wagged subconsciously behind him, the chilly wind whipped at the mann’s pelt. All of a sudden, he froze, his auds forward and alert. He didn’t know what, but the wind seemed to be carrying something, Shakó could feel it. The last time he had this feeling, something bad had happened, someone was here who shouldn’t be here. Hackles prickled upon his spine, his mouth tightened unsurely as blood pulsed in his ears. He knew who was here, no matter how much he wanted to deny it.

The only thing that ran through his mind was questions. Why was she here? What did she want? Didn’t she understand, she isn’t welcome here! Shakó snarled silently to himself, moving forward once again. It was best if he found her first, even though the idea seemed quite impossible in his mind. After all, she was so silent, he sister, and his nose was defective. Deep inside, Shakó knew whoever she wanted to seek, she would do so without Shakó finder her first. She was always very skilled at finding and hunting others’ out without being herd or seen. It had always been like that, ever since they were cubs and they would play hide and go seek with their other brothers and sister. She really had a knack for moving amongst the shadows, and her body was so lean that she made almost no sound while moving. That was, until she would trip, over her own long legs or the roots of trees. True, she was a very clumsy cub way back when. Way back when they were cubs, and their world was made of innocence. Everything was about play, nothing was really very serious. They dubbed to stay together forever, but back then, they were too naïve.

It wasn’t long before they found out what the world was really like, what was expected from power hungry vargs such as their father. In his eyes, the little slim black cub was deformed, and was nothing but a nuisance. Shakó remembered several nights when she was denied to eat from the kill the pack brought down, but he would still sneak her food. He didn’t understand it back then, why she was treated the way she was. But then again, maybe he saw something in Shunké that Shakó couldn’t, the madness that would dwell up within her. Or just maybe she was made that way, by the neglect that she endured when she was a cub, and was made worse by the paws of Serg that claimed her into his pack. Either way, this wasn’t the sister Shakó grew up with, this fae was someone else, an enemy of his pack and a threat to his family. He couldn’t let her close again, why couldn’t she understand this?

Shakó licked his lips nervously, his auds swiveled all around from on top of his head. Maybe, if he found her first, he could somehow convince her to leave, so no harm could come of her. As much as she changed, the fact still remained, Shunké was his blood sister. He still cared for her, as long as her heart still beat within that frail body. After all, blood ran thicker than water.
Once again, Shakó became immobile, his heart pounding within his body. He could feel her, she was close. Golden oculars scanned the brush around him, until they stopped upon one particular shadow patch. The glitter of sunset eyes caught his attention, and the sparkle of crimson fangs. For a moment, his mind went numb, but even that moment proved to be a second too late. It happened so fast, furious swipes of paws against Earth as the fae rushed towards him. One moment, Shakó was staring at her, the next, he found his head bash hard against the ground, a flash of pain sheering through his shoulder. The initial shock of seeing the fae had made Shakó unstable, causing Shunké to make it possible to topple over the mann. However, so much force had been used, too much, the momentum kept on rolling in the dark drappa’s body, and even though she managed to topple over him, Shakó heard her body skid on the ground next to him. Shakó tipsily got to his paws once more, red spots appearing in front of his unfocused eyes. “What the hell was that for?” Shakó growled loudly, looking around at the blurry world until he caught sight of a black figure he could only hope was Shunké. “Are you trying to get yourself killed? We aren’t cubs anymore, you can’t be doing this! Get out of here before you're discovered, this is the best option you're going to get! Get out of here, or I'll make you!” Shakó growled angrily at the fae, trying to hold his ground.
//God-moding approved beforehand//

[Shunké]

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you

The force Shunké gave into knocking the large brute down was more than enough, for it had also sent the drappa tumbling to the ground. Shunké gave out a large grunt as she skidded through the leaves, but was quick to pick herself up and shake off. Shakó, however, seemed to have hit the ground harder than she, for he stumbled to his paws as if he were on some kind of shrooms. Shunké sighed a little to herself, in this state, it would be easy to overcome the large brute. At least, for the moment. After all, he probably weighed twice as much as Shunké did, and had twice the strength she would never possess. Shunké growled to herself, it was this simple fact that made her an outcast in her own birth pack, but her own shallow bastard of a father.

“Come on, you guys! Let’s play!” the young black pup shouter to her siblings, her thin tail wagging in the air furiously as she yipped. Only one of the four looked up, his bright gold eyes shining in the sun, his ivory tail showing his enthusiasm. “I’ll play with ya!” he shouted back, pink tongue lolling from his parted maw. “Teg? Bane? Ya wanna join?” He turned back to his siblings, who just started back at him. Bane just turned up his black nose, as if he were too good to play any game with his littermate. The tawny brown cub, however, looked unsure. “I dunno, dad says were not supposed to-” “Then let’s do it!” Piped up a high female voice, the voice of Fenghe. The female was always up to trouble, and loved making her elders upset. “Come on Teg, don’t but such a wuss,” she teased her brother, her brown and green bicolor oculars eying the smallest tawny cub. Teggah sighed, he could never argue with his reddish sister, no matter how hard he tried. Besides, he’d rather be in trouble with his father, than have his sister mercilessly gnaw on his tail. “I’m in, I guess. What are we playing?” he asked questioningly between Shakó and Shunké. “Putnar and Prey!” Shunké announced loudly, growling a bit out of enthusiasm. “You in Bane?” she growled, showing a bit of her canines in a teasing way. Bane just glared at her through icy orbs. “You’re such a nescience,” he said coldly. This time, Shakó was the one to respond to the piebald cub, “What, are you afraid I’m going to beat you?” This seemed to always work, for as Bane stared at his brother, he finally muttered “I’m in.” Shunké yipped happily, and Fenghe wagged her tail approvingly. “Only under one conditon- it she’s the prey,” Bane smirked at his ivory and silver brother, nodding toward Shunké. For a while, Shakó just stared at the young cub, his gold eyes narrowed, until Bane broke the gaze. All the cubs knew well Shakó was the alpha cub, and knew best to keep it that way. “Fine,” Shunké said, “I can outrun all of you anyways,” she smarted, throwing her muzzle to the air in a stuck up kind of way. “And we’ll be the ones to chase you down, like the sikla you are,” Bane growled with a smirk. “Now run little sikla, it’s the only thing you’ll ever be good for…”

“You think I’m playing games?” Shunké growled in response to her brother, her lips curled and crimson fangs exposed. “I think we’re a little old to being doing such things!” the drappa barked angrily, upset that he wasn’t taking her as seriously as he should. Still, if she really wanted to make this work, she had to play to his hand. It only took a moment to figure out her bluff. After all, the boy was always crazy for games. “But if you insist, on a cocky little game, fine! I’ve got a game for you, come and get me! Pin me, before I pin you! And it won’t be like when we were cubs, buddy boy. No, in this game, there will be no holding back!” Shunké hissed, her oculars dilated as she darted in a forward angle movement. This time, instead of heading toward him head on, Shunké darted around him, to attack from behind. Again, she knew that if she wanted to get out alive, that if she was going to allow herself to escape a vulnerable position, she would have to first give the mann a weakness. For now, fracture a bone, a limb- that would do, she thought as her gaze narrowed upon the mann’s left hind limb, moving in such an agile way that she could grab his left metatarsals and squeeze her jaws shut around it, determined not to let go until she heard a faint cracking sound, a sign of temporary lameness.

What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life
What would you do?

[Shakó]

//I'm trying to get this down, bare with me. and again, godmoding appoved OOC//

Auds flickered as the large ivory mann tried to stand completely still, the world was swimming around him, almost like looking through a moving kaleidoscope. Shakó licked his lips, just now noticing the metallic taste that filled his maw, he knew he must have bit his lip or tongue when he smacked his head against the ground. “Don’t be stupid,” Shakó growled at his sister, the world becoming a little clearer. Now, however, his head was beginning to pound, but still he kept his eyes on that black figure before him, his tail raised high. Still, he couldn’t quite get it, why was she here? Why was she doing this, why now? But before he could open his maw to release the question, the black figure that was coming clearer into focus was gone. The next thing the beta felt was a sharp pain in the back of his leg, the small cracking sound of his own bones. The man yelped and tried to turn around but stumbled; whipping his leg just below the hock out of the black fae’s mouth. However, he was lucky to be able to twist in such a way to fall onto of his boney sister, pinning her temporarily to the ground.

Shakó turned to the fae, his glittering fangs exposed. “This is the way you want it?” Shakó growled, mostly out of pain now as he gingerly maneuvered himself so he was stable, yet still pinning Shunké. She had squirmed, indeed, but it was enough for Shakó to handle, even though his leg was fractured. He was mad now, mad and confused. “What do you want from me?” Shakó cried, his gold oculars bearing into his sister’s. “This isn’t you! This isn’t the sister I saw grow up! What happened to you? Why have you let this- this sickness in? You’re stronger than that, Shunké! I know you are!” the mann blurted out, his lips quivering. It seemed that if any time was to let out his emotions, it was now. Not that he exactly wanted to, but she had to understand- she was causing him pain to. Not just physical, emotional. After all they been through as cubs, after how he tried to make her feel like someone, was it not good enough? After all, what could he have done to protect her more? Was it really is fault that she was like this? I should have made her join Ge-Rad, she would have never become this way…

It was happening again, his stomach churned painfully. It seemed that little bubble of guilt never went away, but just grew larger and larger. First with Bryrpaw, then with Lydair, now this. Warm fluid lapped at his esophagus, but Shakó kept his mouth closed. He knew what was happening, but still couldn‘t hold back a trickle of warm crimson fluid that lapped as his lips, and down the corner of his mouth. One, two drips, he knew at least landed on the fae below him, but he couldn‘t stop now; he couldn’t show any weakness. “Of all the things you could have become, of all the things you could have done- Why would you throw that all away? I cared about you, Shunké, and I still do! You're my sister, for Tor's sake!” Shakó gasped, vocals filled with emotion. He couldn’t believe this, his own sister- what had become of her? He knew she was sick, but honestly, he never imagined this sick.

[Shunké]

You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you (from you)

Shunké gave a yelp of surprise as she was caught under the brute’s mass, pinning her on the ground on her side. Though, Shunké couldn’t honestly say she wasn’t expecting it, but still she didn’t think he’s fall right on top of her. Squirming any which way she could, the end result was on her back, face to face with the ivory silver male. He was able to hold Shunké down, then again it wasn’t so hard for a brute like him if he put all his body weight into it. Still, Shunké had him right where he wanted, she knew his weakness now. If she really wanted to get out of this current predicament, she could. Unlike him, her legs were long- she could easily reach the most venerable part of his underbelly with her long back claws.

“What I want?” Shunké repeated. “What I want can’t be said so easily,” the fae growled, pulling her ears back. This was perfectly true, there was so much she wanted- things to go back to the way there were before, for instance. Of course, this was quite impossible, only would such a world exist in her dreams. But how would you explain to someone that you wanted them to be free, to be able to live their life without any regret? How could you explain to someone that you wanted them to forget you ever existed? Not so easily. In fact, if this was to truly happen- is Shakó was to be truly free- it couldn’t possibly be done in a verbal agreement. Heartbreak would be involved, which seemed to be exactly what was happening to the opposite party.

As the fae listened to her brother, the only thing she could do was to bare her teeth, to think of anything but this. Otherwise, Shunké would loose it, she would fall apart. Almost like he was. “Forget it, I’m in too deep, you’re too late. Wolfbane’s got a plan for me, and it doesn’t involve you.” Shunké hissed, barely audible through her clamped teeth. In the back of her mind, she was lining up the next part of her plan, as her back left paw had begun to dig into the right side of Shakó’s underbelly closest to his pelvis. At first, she scratch lightly, probably barely noticeable to the brute above her. But as she talked, she slowly dug deeper, just enough to shed a little blood. “You’re pathetic, you know that? Worrying about me, when you should be worrying about yourself and the safety of you‘re family! I’m you’re enemy, Shakó! And yet here you are, balling your eyes out like some hurt puppy. I told you, not to hold back- guess what? You may, but I won’t!”

On the last note, Shunké swiped her paw against the right side of Shakó’s face, and punched the wound she made on Shakó’s underbelly with her back paw as hard as she could; the mann would mostly likely collapse, for all of the beta’s weight would be forced on his back fractured leg. Twisting her body, Shunké sprung to her paws with great agility, this time it was her turn to pin him.

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

[Shakó]

Bicolor audits swiveled uncertainly, Shakó wasn’t sure what to say anymore. Obviously, his sister wanted nothing more but to play a deadly game of pin, or so it seemed. She didn’t want to be saved, and she didn’t want a new life- so what was the point of coming here? To kill him? To eliminate him, so he wouldn’t get in the way of this so called “plan”? To prove that she was stronger than him, emotionally? To prove that she was no longer the small damaged and neglected shy puppy Shakó once knew? That was probably it. Shakó knew Shunké has always secretly struggled with herself, with her own esteem. Maybe now, once she finally became a Drappa, she had to erase everything of her past that reminded her of the heartbreak she endured when she was a cub. If that was true, where was Bane? Did she get to the brute too? Surely, she had tried to off him once, Shakó knew that well. He remembered the day his brother came staggering into the territory, torn and bloody from the battle he had endured.

Shakó closed her eyes and shook his head slowly, his ears now pinned against his skull just as his sister did. However, the only difference was instead of showing anger like the black fae did, the man could only show sadness and pity. He hardly even noticed the pain in his abdomen, caused by the slow scraping of Shunké’s paw. “Shunké, what have they done to you,” he said mournfully after a while. It was the only thing that came to his head, the only thing he could think to say. His gaze dulled as he looked at the fae, anger seeping through her pours, he could sense it, he could see it in her sunset oculars. So she wanted to kill him. That, he could probably deal with, but he simply couldn’t. Maybe, if it were a year and a half earlier, before he met his mate, before he watched his love give birth to their two cubs. If he left this world now, he would be selfish. For his mate, for his cubs, for his pack- and even for Shunké. There just had to be a way to bring the fae to her senses, even if he had to bind her to a tree for a month. There just had to be.

As the male opened his maw to speak to the fae once more, he was caught in the face by a sudden swipe of the paw. Shakó stumbled backward blindly, as he was hit again from the abdomen in the spot Shunké had been rubbing sore for the past ten minutes. Shakó let out a wild noise- something in between and yelp and a bark of surprised as his body weight shifted to his fractured leg, which indubitably collapsed under him. Shakó once again found his back on the ground, but this time he didn’t hit his head so hard. However, the damage had been done, the only bad part about being so big was the fact that Shakó was no where near as flexible, speedy or agile as his malnourished sister was. But that didn’t matter, this was all planned in Shunké’s deteriorating mind, she was ready for it. Even before he begun to roll himself over, the brute beta could feel the pressure of his sister, the dark Drappa, pinning him to the ground. “I would gladly let you take my life, Shunké,” Shakó growled sternly to the crazed fae. “But that would just be selfish of me. I have a home, a family- which is why I cannot let you kill me.” As he spoke, his gaze pierced his sister’s, his lips curling a bit.

//Hot damn, it seems Shakó’s emotions run too deep for Shunké. He’ll never disown her, and I can't make him be completely angry enough to be able to kill her like planned, but if he meets her again- he’ll kill her out of pity. Mercy killing. He knows this is no longer his sister.//

[Shunké]

I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now: this is who I really am inside
Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance
I know now, THIS IS WHO I REALLY AM!

Lips curled pleasurably as her plan fell into hand, as the ivory silver beta collapsed under the weight of his broken metacarpals, falling backwards into a bed of leave that cushioned him from the hard cold ground. Shunké was quick to act, as she pushed herself up off the ground and onto her brother, pinning him down, baring her glistening crimson teeth. "I said it once, and I'll say it again. You're pathetic, brother,” Shunké growled at the mann, seeing the softness in his eyes and listening to his plea masked with determination to stay alive. Slowly, hating herself as she did, Shunké brought her paw to Shakó’s throat and pressed down a little, feeling the gasps of breath through his trachea underneath his thick layer of fur. No more, she thought to herself. No more pleas, no more ‘trying to save you’ bulls***. If this wouldn’t catch his attention, she didn’t know what would. But now, more than ever, Shakó was at his most vulnerable physical state. Even if he tried to push her off of him like she did previously, it wouldn’t totally work. Shakó might be strong, but Shunké was thin with long legs. Even if he did manage to scrape her abdomen with his claws, he wouldn’t reach her enough to fully push her off.

“If you wish to survive, for you're family, for you're pack, for you're cubs... Run. Run and cling to life.” Shunké growled again, her piercing eyes gazing into his, her large dog-like auds pulled back against her cranium. “But if you wish to survive with your honor in tact, if you wish to stand proudly so you can see you're cubs grow healthy and strong, to see you're cubs look up to you- then you must hate me, detest me, and in the end- kill me. It's the only way you're going to get out of this alive, the only way your family can survive…” Shunké growled again, pressing down on his throat a little more. “As for me? You know me now, the varg you once called "sister" is gone. Can't you see? This is who I really am!” Shunké spat, her lips pulled back so far saliva was dripping onto Shako's silver chest. She looked mad with rage, with sickness- one could have mistaken her for a rabid wolf. Still, she didn't let up on her brother's throat, her paw stayed, nails digging into his skin as beads of blood fell to the ground.

Suddenly, something overwhelmed her, a feeling of joy. As Shakó was now gasping for air, Shunké could see his mucus membrane begin to turn blue, and felt her paw press harder, as if someone was holding it down. All the sudden, Shunké became fearful, this was exactly what she was afraid of, and she cursed herself for letting her gaurd down. However, she was sure her brother could not sence her own fear, for this new feeling of excitement had easily masked her own emotions. The blood that pulsed within her veins sang a different tune, and were flooded with hate, with excitement, with thrill- none of which belonged to Shunké. These were his emotions, Tarquin's. He laughed hollowly inside her head, he had waited for the perfect moment, the moment when Shunké let her guard down. Now, she was going to pay, she was going to watch her own brother suffocate before her very eyes, and she was going to play the role of the murderer. “Soon, darling, very soon, his life will slip away- he will be a nuisance no more. Soon, his cubs will be bastards, never to know a father, ever. They will no nothing but the life of a sikla, like their dear weak mother. How sad.” The voice laughed louder that Shunké had ever heard him, bringing pain to echo throughout her head and in turn making her look madder- if possible. This wasn’t supposed to end like this! Shunké shouted in her mind, afraid to open her maw for fear they would close around her brother’s throat. She struggled, trying to let up on her paw as her whole body quivered, her paw pads and nose wet with sweat. This was it- this was the end. Shunké could do nothing, but watch the life slowly drain out of her brother’s eyes, this was the end…

Come, break me down
bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you

[Shakó]

Shakó’s gold eyes locked onto his sister’s, they were full of rage and madness- Shakó was unsure which would triumph in the end. However, he became insecure for the first time as Shunké placed her paw on his exposed neck, pressing down just a tad to make his breathing a bit more of a struggle. Now was the time to listen, just one wrong word could send her over the edge- and the end of his life. Before, Shakó was unsure how far Shunké would really go- but apparently, she wasn’t bluffing- Shunké was prepared to go to the end. As she spoke to him- her vocals hissing in his ears, saliva dripping from her maw as she progressively leaned on his throat. He tried to flail his legs upward, to catch her underbelly with little luck- Shunké was indeed emaciated and her long legs set her too far off the ground for him to do any real damage, just barely scrape her flesh.

As she spoke, he could only listen. Not out of decision this time, because he physically could not speak a word, the only sound that came out of his muzzle was gasps and odd chocking noises. The only think that summed up her words in his mind- was there was a very good possibility that she would come back, this time for his family. At least, that’s what he got out of her words. His family was in mortal danger, as was himself- was this really the same sister he knew all along? No. This was definitely someone else, both physically and mentally. The sister he knew was healthy, was happy- at least when she was around her siblings. The sister he knew would never try and pull a stunt like this, nor kill just for sheer killing. His heart felt like it stopped beating, as if it had been ripped apart for the second time in his life. Emotion seemed to fill his stomach and beyond, for his esophagus suddenly felt hot and bothered. It was because Shakó decided that if everything was going to work out, he must end his poor sister’s suffering, her life. Not just for his family, but for her too. The disease had taken over now, he was sure of it- there was nothing else he could possibly do.

Shakó coughed as another great bubble of blood worked it’s way up his esophagus, filling his mouth once again and making him cough violently. As he did, he gasped for air, the paw on his throat had become heavier once more. Shakó tried to struggle against it, for he knew that if this continued- he’d probably end up drowning in his own blood. His paws flailed haplessly against the darkening figure above him, as he tried to scratch anything- her face, her chest. A couple times he felt his paw his fur, though he was unsure where or what he had hit. Soon, that wasn’t even enough. The large beta’s eyesight grew dim, the only thing he could clearly see was the sunset eyes of his sister. Shakó tried to cough again, but there was nothing left in his lungs to try and express the fluid that puddled in his open maw. Weakness overcame the man, he knew not much longer, not much longer until he could see his mother again. Shakó began to shake with emotion, the thought of his mother reminded him of his cubs, for he named his little girl after her. What would they think of their father now? What would his mate think? The thought of leaving them alone was unbearable, Shakó felt as if he was being strangled all over again. His heart wrenched with guilt, there was so much more he needed to do- I’m sorry, he though. I never meant for it to end this way.

[Krystal Zanguzen]

//OOC: I was approved to join this thread. Power play was also approved. Oh by the way, neither of you made it clear what time during the day it was so if I get it wrong just let me know and I’ll edit.//

A heart of Ge-Radian pure
With bi-hued optics of allure

Walks a wolf with a shrouded past
A journey that could be her last[/i][/right][/color][/size]

Winter, the great change upon the lands where ivory snows would blanket the terra and Wolfbane’s frost would constrict the world in icy solitude. If one were too ignore the treacherous hazards and life threatening conditions that accompanied this time of the year, then the true majesty of the season could be fully comprehended and brought into prospect. With the coming of the great winter just around the corner, many lera were busy making final preparations for the coming of the snows. All ready the Putnar of the terra were feeling the affects of the change of seasons, as meat steadily became more scares by the day. Not a speck of ivory frost touched the land for the time being, but all ready the chilling winds brought signs of times to come, as did the increasingly shortened days and ever lasting nights. This coming winter could be very well the most difficult for Ge-Rad in recent times, having not so long ago survived an ambush by bitter enemies. A battered and bruised pack would have to muster the strength to confront the very power of the evil one himself, manifested in the very gusts that chilled the land, and the snows that would blanket the world.

Under the watchful gaze of Fenris’ eye walked an ebon and ivory fae. Her pace was slow and heavy, each ebon paw lingering for a brief moment before propelling the Ge-Radian onward. Her tail lay motionless, almost void of life as it hung silently. The world seemed quieter to the bi-colored scout, and the fact that winter was the most probable cause escaped the faemme’s thoughts. Rather, as the bi-hued wolf inspected the path, her thoughts would constantly linger back to a few suns past. Back into a vulnerable moment in Krystal’s life that involved the amber Dragga of the pack. And although Draeg did his best to be gentle with the rejection of Krystal’s feelings, the events that unfolded were still a literal dagger in the heart. A heart left with an open bleeding wound still fresh, and pulsing surges of great pain and leaking blood with every flashback. And as much as she tried to push away those images, or attempt to nurse the deep gash that ached, it was still too tender to deal with. A kind of pain that burned at a region of the heart most susceptible to the agony or rejection and the realization of reality, they could never be, and it was never meant to be.

Shayla wasn’t making life any easier on Krystal. Still her rumors continued to seep like venom into the four corners of the territory, and into the auds of all Ge-Radians, rumors that spoke of treachery and betrayal on the part of the former Zanguzen. Though it was unclear to Krystal who in fact took Shayla’s words seriously, on more then one occasion the bi-hued fae caught several way ward glances of suspicion from the members of the pack. It made common ventures such as going on pack hunts, and taking part in various day to day pack life activities a stressful endeavor. Krystal felt herself favoring the company of the night walker and pack sister Ayasha, and step mother Uskiya. Though in reality, encounters came rarely, despite the former Zanguzen sharing a den with her midnight sister, differing patrol schedules caused the two to rarely see each other. Krystal patrolled Ge-Rad by day, while Ayasha walked the terra by night. This way of life steadily took its toll on the ebon and ivory scout, for each sun that set, so too did the hopes of feeling as though she belonged in this family. A great loneliness was settling upon her.

It was at that moment that a familiar scent wafted in the passing breeze that chilled and combed the lands of Ge-Rad. Every blade moved in rhythm, dancing too the sound of gusty winds as they hailed the coming of the evil one, awaiting his presence like sacrificial lambs chosen to give up their life essence for some sinister ritual. The scent of blood lingered in the chilled air, its profuse aroma enticed an entranced Krystal’s senses and instincts. Memories that were once fresh in the mind of the Putnar now vanished in a fading mist as this new thirst for blood awoke the hunger that stirred within the former Zanguzen. Food was hard to come by, and the scent of blood could only mean one thing. With the thought of a fresh kill in mind, Krystal proceeded to follow this fragrance. Ebon paws made no sound to even the most audible of creatures as she stalked the scent. All the while a change was upon the Ge-Radian. Taken by the bloodlust Krystal’s heritage was beginning to show in full form, optics once blue and green hued, mixed into a bright and full emerald flavor, and almost seemed to give off their own glow. On this sun, a Zanguzen truly walked the trails of Ge-Rad.

It was not long before the source of the scent of blood was located. And what once was the thought of sustenance turned into the bitter realization of shock and confusion at the scene that was unfolding through the fae’s Zanguzen gaze. Just several meters ahead lay the broken and beaten form of Ge-Rad’s Beta under the defiant form of a more slender stranger. The blood that hung in the air was that of Shako’s, and from Krystal’s distance it looked as if the scene had all ready played itself out with dire consequence. If gifted with the eyes of Zanguzen, one would understand their unique properties. Honed in the arts of focus and meditation, the skilled clan of assassins concentration level was at such a point, that the world around them seemed slow. But rather it was that level of attentiveness and focus that allowed a Zanguzen to view the world through such clarity, that everything seemed slower then normal. With this fact in toe, and the wind in Krystal’s favor, she sprung and bolted towards the two siblings. Fearing that Krystal may all ready be too late, the Zanguzen fae charged and rammed into Shunke’s side at full speed.

The Sarnes fae had noticed Krystal coming only moments before hand, but had no time to react and was thus propelled by the impact. Dizzy for a moment, Krystal shook off the recoil of the collision. She couldn’t bring her bright emerald gaze on the fallen Beta, for fear of taking her eyes off the Sarnes Drappa. “Wench!” Krystal yelled through lyrics accompanied by growls and snarls. Ebon maw parted to reveal ivory incisors as she spoke. “What have you done? You’ll pay for this!” Body tensed, ready to strike or react depending on situation. Zanguzen orbs of emerald radiance gazed intently at the Anwelda of Sarnes, watching her movements in full focus and concentration with brilliant and magnificent optics that seemed to stare into the soul of Shako’s sister. An icy glare that could chill your very bones, and to which even the evil one himself would applaud and deem worthy of his recognition. Krystal was ready to give her life at anytime for the family she loved, and if this day was to be her last, she would fight to her final breath. Only Tor and Fenris knew the outcome of this encounter, would more blood be spilled under the sun gods ever watchful gaze?

A Ge-Radian heart pumps

Zanguzen blood through my veins[/i][/right][/color][/size]

[Shunké]

//my last post, then it's all you Shako and Krys ^^//

The dark drappa could feel her brother slipping away from under her paw. He didn’t say anything- but then again, he probably couldn’t. She was glad he couldn’t, in a way- for the things going threw his head right now was probably enough to tear her heart into two. She wanted to look away, to walk away- but her body wouldn’t move. It wasn’t under her control anymore, but under his- and Shunké knew he wasn’t going to let up until the job was finished.
Then, it happened in rapid succession; out of the blue something smacked painfully into Shunké’s side, and the next think Shunké knew was her back had collided with the base of a tree, sending spasms thought her body. It was so fast, Shunké was unaware that she let out a painful snarl, or the one who called himself Tarquin had retreated for the time being. She was herself again, but was it too late? Had her brother been saved?

The sound of harsh hurtful lyrics rang in Shunké’s auds as she steadily lifted herself up off the ground. Shaking her pelt, her eyesight a little fuzzy, Shunké’s sunset orbs set on an ebon and ivory stranger, probably one of Ge-Rad’s. Her poise was defiantly defensive, her green oculars set upon Shunké herself. The fae was ready for a fight, Shunké knew, especially by her curled lips. Shunké, however, remained clam and undefended, still numb and in shock after current events. Her sunset eyes no longer held the ferocity they did moments a go, but a kind of curiosity when gazing upon the bicolor fae, like a dog being let out of it’s cage for the first time. The drappa silently wondered what kind of relationship existed between her brother and her protector, were they just pack mates, or close friend? It was probably a question that would never be answered, for Shunké knew that this would be the last time she would probably ever interact with her brother. Gazing with her peripheral vision at the still beta, the fae opened her maw one last time. “No,” she said in response to the scout. Shunké wasn’t looking for another fight, her job was done. If the fae could read her eyes, she would know this. They no longer showed curiosity, but a sigh of relief. She could feel it, her brother’s heart, he was alive. Probably damaged beyond repair, but alive and broken from the bond they help. He was free now, to care for his own family. Or, at least it’s what Shunké wished.

With the swiftness of a fox Shunké turned heel and sped off into the Ge-Radian forest, her paws scraping against the leafy earth. She didn’t care if the scout followed her, for if it was one think Shunké excelled at it was her speed and agility. In her mind, she thanked the emerald eyes fae for arriving at the right moment. “Take care of my brother,” she growled aloud, knowing there was no possible way the fae could hear her.

[Shakó]

The world seemed to grow distant as scenes began to fail, or so it seemed. In a mere fraction of a second everything changed, the pressure crushing Shakó’s trachea was lifted, as he took in a deep breath to fill his deprived lungs, his body shifted on his side. His eyes watered, making the world once again blurry, and Shakó could have sworn he heard voices in the background. The sudden rush of oxygen was almost too much, as Shakó fought to stay conscious, to see what had caught the attention of his old sister to draw her attention away. Surely, she knew he was still alive, his heart was pounding in his chest. Lifting his head a little, his tongue lolling out of his maw as the beta panted excessively, his gold eyes gazing upon a black form. It was a fae scout, who’s underbelly was doused with white. Shakó instantly knew who this figure was, she was a loyal part of the pack. However, her gaze seemed to linger to that in the forest- at what Shakó know. But it seemed as quickly as the sickly black drappa had been thrown off Shakó, she had high tailed it out of Ge-Rad, perhaps to avoid any more attention.

Suddenly feeling weak and foolish, the large beta began to push himself off the ground with greater effort, gingerly testing his weight on his fractured back leg. Wincing with pain and cursing under his breath, Shakó knew he wouldn’t be able to put full pressure on it for several suns. Hopefully, though, he would still be able to get around with little trouble. However, hoping for the best and reality were two different things, and perhaps even the difference of being lame and able bodied. “What use am I?” growled the beta under his breath, his ears folded against his skull in both anger and embarrassment, as his heard still pounded with emotion. He wanted to lift his muzzle to the sky, to cry out to Tor- something that he wouldn’t bring himself to do in front of others. “Can’t even handle an emaciated fae…” his voice faded as her grumbled, and took two steps toward Krystal before his back end fell to the ground. “Useless…” he growled under his breath, turning to the bicolor fae before him.

“I’m sorry… she didn’t hurt you, did she?” was all Shakó could think to say to the fae, as he averted his eyes shamefully to the ground. He wondered how much she saw, how much she really knew about Shakó and his sister. After all, she wasn’t in Ge-Rad when Shunké first appeared in the territory. Still, blood or no blood, Shakó was still not convinced this was his sister. His real sister. “She’s not well, you know. She was never like this, back then,” Shakó felt the need to add as an excuse. “I don't know if you knew but that fae- the Drappa of Sarnes- was once my sister,” his bright gold eyes seeming to grow dimmer as they drown in sadness. Even after she tried to kill him, he still felt the need to protect her. Well, her memories, that is.

[Krystal Zanguzen]

In an instant, the black Drappa of Sarnes scattered into the cover of Ge-Rad’s undergrowth. A fugitive on the run from the sins she had committed. Krystal’s natural instincts told the ebon and ivory Ge-Radian to pursue. Anger filled the fae and nearly blinded her judgment. She wanted nothing more then to spill Shunke’s blood and stain the grass blades with her crimson fluids. “Coward!” Krystal called after the fleeing Drappa. But before Krystal could take her first step in pursuit, a soft whine sounded from behind her, effectively binding the former Zanguzen’s ebon paws to where they stood. Emerald radiance turned to view the fallen, beaten beta. The sight was horrible, crimson blood stained his ivory-silver pelt. His body was worn and bruised, as if Shako had taken on the strength of a Balkan warrior. But Shunke was quite the opposite, resembling more a sickly sikla. How could the emaciated Drappa take on Shako and do so much damage was a question Krystal couldn’t answer.

“Shako you must be still.” Krystal insisted as the bi-colored scout moved towards the male to get a better assessment on him. Her tone was full of concern and worry as she spoke. “Don’t say that Shako… I’m sure she took you by surprise or something.” It was the only explanation the Ge-Radian could come up with. And now she was stuck in a dilemma. Krystal couldn’t leave Shako, as vulnerable as he was, but couldn’t allow Shunke to run free within the borders either. “I’m going to sound an alarm to warn the pack. Hopefully they can deal with the Sarnes bitch.” She spoke desperately, and with that said Krystal lifted her ebon maw toward the heavens and sang the song of danger. Her lyrics echoed into the deepest reaches of Ge-Rad, and not only warned of the intruder, but of the help needed for one of their own. Once finished, she turned her gaze back on Shako.

“Never mind about me, help will come soon. I won’t leave you till it does, I promise.” Krystal spoke, determined to protect Shako from any more danger that could fall upon the beta. In Krystal’s heart, she wanted to chase the Sarnes fae, and punish her for what she has done. But the scout knew where she was needed most. Shako looked beaten, both physically and emotionally. The look of a fallen beta, his pride stripped away from him, fell on the ivory-silver male. Krystal didn’t know what to say to him, but simply listened to what Shako told her. “Your sister?” The former Zanguzen asked, flabbergasted by this fact. Krystal knew not of the ties of blood that bound the two wolves, but knew one thing for sure. “Shako, your sister is Drappa of Sarnes, and Sarnes hates us. They will always hate us, and continue to hate us till the day they spill all our blood. She’ll never stop until she murders us all, including your children, Ge-Rad’s future.”

[Shakó]

“It’s no use,” Shakó growled softly, listening to Krystal’s song. “Even if they do come soon, Shunké would be across the river by then; she prides herself on her speed. Stepping into unfamiliar terrain isn’t exactly the wisest of choices, who knows what will be waiting on the other end,” the mann finished, flinching as he laid down upon the earth. Until now, he hadn’t realized how much damage the fae did to him, especially on his underbelly. He could feel the skin, raw and irritated as liquid had begun to secrete over the wound; the healing process had begun. The scratch on his face, however, would take longer to scab over. All together, Shakó was lucky, this encounter could have ended a lot worse. “Besides, I won't let others become damadged because of my battle. All I can do is thank Tor that she turned heed rather than fight you.”

Laying his head on his paws, the man folded his ears back and let out a small whine. He couldn’t believe how naïve he had been, not giving his all when Shunké had attacked him. This is something he decided not to tell Krystal, what would she think of him if he did? “I know that Sarnes is a rival pack…” Shakó began, thinking over his words carefully. “But, not everyone in the pack were rivals. If you ask me, they’re just a bunch of- well, I guess you would call them “damaged” varg, taken in and brainwashed by their former Dragga, Serg.” Shakó growled a little, thinking of that jet black Dragga angered Shakó’s very soul. To him, this was all Serg’s fault, Serg was the real enemy.

“Sarnes isn’t a pack, not like Ge-Rad at all. But more of a cult. I have seen the effects first hand, the sister I once knew was never as demented as that varg was.” Shakó sighed, thinking how much she had changed indeed. “I’m not sure, but if she went in a different pack- any pack other than Sarnes, she probably wouldn’t have become the think she is today. It’s like she has no soul, and something deep inside of her has taken over. Any pack would have probably helped her, but Sarnes- I know for a fact, only provoked it.” the ivory man blinked, remembering of another varg who escaped the clutches of Sarnes. He had spoken to her before, before she was caught in Wolfbane’s clutches. “It wasn’t just Shunké that had been caught in the pack’s clutches, but another varg who was fortunate enough to escape,” Shakó added, hesitating to go on any further. He knew the story well, but was often reluctant to tell it unless asked.

Shakó sighed deeply, the stories he held dearly of his sister were priceless. She was a delicate varg, fragile. If she was shaken up, if dropped or abused, she would shatter. This is exactly what Shakó predicted had happened, and it only made him feel more guilty the more he thought about it. “It’s all my fault she became like this, I should have stopped it, early on,” Shakó growled to himself, shifting his forepaws under his head a little.

[Krystal Zanguzen]

“It doesn’t matter!” Krystal said desperately after concluding the howl. Perhaps it was the rush of the moment that had provoked the bi-colored scout. Seeing Shako as he was and knowing what the Sarnes Drappa had done only helped to fuel an all ready ever growing fire that stirred within Krystal. It was both painful and frustrating. “You have to lie down at least, until Uskiya comes to treat your wounds! It won’t do anyone any good to have you injured any worse then you all ready are!” Desperation and anxiety filled her lyrics. Shunke had done more to Shako then just injure his body; she had stuck a lethal blow to his soul, and now it looked to Krystal that the ivory beta ached more from within then his outward appearance displayed. She sighed as the Ge-Radian tried to both make sense of all that had happened, and find the right words to say. “What’s done is done Shako.” Krystal spoke calmly now as she took a seat next to the fallen beta of Ge-Rad. “You mustn’t allow yourself to dwindle in what could have been, and focus instead on the here and now.”

Her tone held the aura of concern as she spoke soft words to Shako. For a brief moment, her bi-hued gaze fell to the floor, for she realized she wasn’t referring to just about Shako, but herself as well. The image of amber Dragga of Ge-Rad formed in the former Zanguzen’s mind. “I’m learning to do the same.” Krystal spoke quietly, but still loud enough for the beta too hear. A sigh escaped Krystal’s ebon maw, and she shook those memories away. There was no telling how long the two Varg’s would have to wait before help arrived, and Krystal felt she had to do something to help Shako. Krystal stood, and took a moment to look over Shako’s wounds. “I don’t know much about healing, but I can at least clean your injuries for you.” Krystal offered. At least she could do that much for him. Normally curiosity would have enticed the bi-colored fae to inquire about this other Varg who escaped Sarnes. But at the moment all she could think about was Shako’s safety.

[Shakó]

Shakó sighed, and gave a small whine, letting his belly rest fully upon the ground. He didn’t respond to Krystal right away, but instead just let his thoughts wonder for a moment, almost as if he was lost in time. It felt like every fiber of his being was beginning to ache, Shakó honestly didn’t want to ever move again. Each twitch of his muscle seemed to bring on a new pain, a reality that he was made of flesh and nerves. “What am I supposed to do, Krystal?” Shakó spoke up, now adverting his eyes to the fae beside him. “You can’t just expect me to accept this, it’s not right, and it’s not fair to her. It’s an insult to her memory, a slap to her face!” the mann cried desperately, folding his ears back. For some reason, he had it in his head that she must understand that this wasn’t Shunké’s fault, she was sick.

“You’re got to understand that I will always know that if it wasn’t for my father; I just can’t ever forget..” Shakó sighed, stopping short for a loss of words before giving a sudden violent cough, spilling a small amount of blood to the ground in front of him. The mann turned his head away in disgust, but didn’t make a big deal about it. So many things swam through is head at the moment, he just didn’t seem to care how sick he really was. Instead he just settled his head upon his paws, he just didn’t even see the point of arguing anymore. Krystal was right, he had to settle on what was now, on the lives of his cubs and the future of his pack. But such things weren’t so easy, for Shakó knew in his heart he could never close the door labeled with the question “what if?”.

“It’s not so easy,” Shakó confided, dropping his gaze once more. Only did he look back at the fae when she spoke in soft vocals, obviously something was bothering her. His auds perked forward in curiosity, for once he wondered what could be troubling the fae. He realized he didn’t really know her, the history she carried, the pain she held in her heart. The joys in her life, the vargs she held close to her, he didn’t even know her own kin or why she became a kerl to stumble upon Ge-Rad in the first place. Curiosity shook the large mann’s mind, anything to get away from his own thoughts that haunted him.

“I’ll be fine, she could have done much worse. Though I’m not sure how long it would be until I’ll be able to properly bare weight again, it seems her jaws did a number on the bone,” Shakó replied airily, not fully concerned. True, he had physical injuries before, and knew it was only a matter of time before they healed. It was the broken bone he was a little concerned about, for her had heard of vargs who lost their lives over something so trivial. That, and the fact that he had never dealt with a broken bone before.
“Krystal,” Shakó asked gently, “I feel ashamed, I know nothing of you, yet you’ve been a part of this pack almost a full winter now. Tell me, if you care, what lands have you seen?” the mann asked sincerely. Though he did want to find out more about the fae, he also wanted to keep his mind busy, perhaps then it wouldn’t wonder to places undesired.