Tourniquet
Sikla
Sikla Male of Koran
We have been here before
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Post by Tourniquet on Apr 18, 2009 22:40:34 GMT -5
Where our hearts are wide open Where our bond is unbroken The drifting of a few flurries of the snow from before billowed their way into the warm den, catching the mann's eye for a short momentary second. But with a slow flicker of his ears he turned his attention back to the femme at his side and then up to the low dipping ceiling of the den. He could hear the crickets now. It was almost eerie how the little buggers managed to survive in the winter to continue to sing their songs in place of the long gone migratory birds. But still like the birds he considered them lucky, able to sing away their worries and problems without a care in the world or a secondary thought to anyone else. His tail flicked a little at the thought and slowly golden amber eyes closed, his sight fading to darkness for a moment. But then it was just a moment for him where as Alice, poor Alice, it would be her eternity. But he didn't mind the fact that she was blind, why would he? Only a shallow fool would never look beyond that and frankly he was neither shallow or a fool. It was when Alice started to speak that his eyes opened again and his sensors where assaulted with the colors and visions offered by the gift of sight. A gift that had been ripped from the femme at his side. Slowly his attention turned back to her and he listened to her questions with quiet patience, ears pressing back against a navy and gray patched skull. " I do not mind your questions Alice..." he murmured to her gently, you could almost hear the soft smile in his voice as he spoke. But slowly he reared his head again and stared out of the den mouth, watching what left over plants struggle in the howling and freezing winds that raked over the lands with some hidden fury. Slowly he closed his eyes again and began to answer her questions one by one, visions running through his mind's eye like an unwanted plague that tore into him. " Yes... I had a pack once...long ago before Koran..." he murmured gently to her, tail twitching again in the darkness of the den while his light paws shifted and flexed in the dirt. " And the only family I have left in that pack is my father..." yes his father, if one could call the beast such a thing for nothing he ever did could be called fatherly in a remote sense of the word. The thing was a beast, a blood hungry mad beast. " The pack is known as Blacavar.... and I have no intention of going back in the rest of my years." No that wouldn't be wise at all for to go back would be like giving up and heading toward death itself. For if he went back to those monsters then he was signing his own death warrant and frankly he was not that stupid... no not at all. Thinking over Alice's other questions he continued to speak quietly but loudly enough for her to hear him clearly enough " I left... because I was falsely accused... of murdering the Drappa. My father went mad once finding out and ended up attacking me without question or thought... I was only lucky to get away." He could still remember it. His father's burning hate filled brown eyes and the flash of angry fangs aimed for his neck. Murderer...
Murderer!
Murderer!!Immediately he shook his head to dispose of the thought, it wouldn't help now. He was no killer and he knew that... he had known that for a long time now and he would always know that. Sighing he turned his eyes up to the dirt ceiling again, black nose twitching in the cold air for a minute " As for differences to this place... We lived in a swamp... it was always muddy and most of the time it flooded... but we never left." he wasn't sure why that was. They had to contend with annoying insects and even alligators. Many were lost because they were either careless or just plain stupid. Slowly he turned his head to look at the femme next to him and he couldn't help but smile a little to himself " No... I'm never going back there." he smiled a little wider after saying this and turned his gaze to stare once again at the outside world beyond this little sanctuary. " This is my home now... and it always will be." I would die for you Cross the sky for you
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Alice
Sikla
Emmissary of Koran
~Mourning the death of her adopted son
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Post by Alice on Apr 27, 2009 22:05:58 GMT -5
I will send out a light burning for you alone. Quietly, Alice listened as Tourniquet answered her spoken questions one by one. She saw no reason to interrupt him in his answering, for she was out of questions to ask… for the time being. So she listened without another word to the answers she’d been seeking. Head of her paws again, her ears twitched and swerved to hear his words. The curiosity that had been biting at her belly had subsided as he answered her. The actions of his father weren’t very surprising to Alice, though that fact that they had happen to a kind soul like Tourniquet was surprising. “I’m sorry…” she murmured in a soft voice, glancing over at him with sightless eyes. She couldn’t say she knew how he felt, because that would be a lie. No one had ever accused her of killing another, like Tourniquet’s father had done to him. “It must have been hard to live with that fact that someone who was supposed to have loved you could do something like that to you.” She said, trying to symphonize with him, then she shook her head slowly, trying to imagine it but failing.
When he’d finished, Alice didn’t know what to say. There was really nothing she could say that might make him feel better or something that might continue the conversation. Instead her mind wandered. She was back in the North with her old pack, running through the thick, icy snow. The winter was endless but none of them seemed to notice, for their paw-pads with rougher and thus could withstand the freezing ground, and their fur coats were much heavier, the mounts of fuzzy fur deflecting the cold. The snow rabbits and caribou had always been easy prey for her pack, because they were the strongest of them all. That was, until the humans had started to invade their homes, slaughtering them one by one… “Funny how things change, hmm?” she muttered absentmindedly, pushing the images of her family away and coming back to the present. “No matter how much we wish things wouldn’t change, or will in your chance, they always do.” Her voice was wistful as she babbled on, uncertain what to say. “I used to live someplace too, before Koran I mean. It was up north, a long journey—a life time—away from here. There was hardly any trees, save for a few pines there and there…” She trailed off as she turned her head to where the mouth of the den lay. She could pictures that pines that surrounded the Koran camp and taste the bitterness of their leaves upon her tongue.
Again, she laid her head on her large ivory paws. “There was so much snow, mountains or it, nothing but snow, like a sea. It was always so cold, you could almost taste it. Bittersweet,” she whispered. “Icicles hung from ever den and when it rained, the rain would freeze before it hit the ground. The snow fell from the sky almost year-round.” She shivered as she imagined it again, and the shiver was both because of happiness and from the cold she could all but feel. “I do miss it though. Quiet a lot actually. But that may be because I had a good family, a good pack, and no one ever tried to accuse me of murder.” A smile played on the corners of her mouth and she lifted her head once more. “But like I asked you,” she continued, “I would never go back either. I have too many others that I love here, far too many to make me want to leave.” The memory of Jasper, Roscuro, Della, the desperate thought that maybe Zabarack would come back home, the memory of her death parents, all her fellow pack-mates in Koran, all her other friends for other packs, and now she had Tourniquet. And if what he’d say was truth, then she’d have him by her side as long as she wanted. No, she would never go back, even if she’d promised her mother as well as her best friend just the other day. Yawning, she lowered her head once more and listened to the sounds of the wind outside. Your all I need. You set me free
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Tourniquet
Sikla
Sikla Male of Koran
We have been here before
Posts: 148
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Post by Tourniquet on May 24, 2009 18:56:35 GMT -5
I would die for you. Cross the sky for you. "Change is a cruel kindness." the sikla male responded quietly to the she wolf's words. Lanterns of golden brown breaking from the scenery outside to slowly turn to her and a sad smile painted it's way across his muzzle. Sighing he continued on with his speaking, hoping to make some sense as a "cruel kindness" seemed almost like an oxymoron then anything else "It can turn out well or it can end badly... but either way change always happens." sighing softly he turned his eyes back to the outside of their sanctuary. The wind had lessened some and it seemed to be dying off into a slight breeze; even now change was occurring as was presented before them now. But some thing would be changing soon enough; he could smell a distasteful thing upon the wind. Sighing slowly his interest was perked once again when the sound of wind dying caught his attention and without pause he spoke again "It appears the wind has died" this was more to himself then to the ivory drappa beside him. A pause settled the air before his burning eyes turned to her again with concern; gently nudging the she wolf he could not help but ask a soft but important question "Do you feel any better, Alice?" he did not know his sudden concern for Alice or where it had bloomed from but it was there. He had no choice but to be worried about her, as silly as that sounded. But he did worry; wondering if she could walk any better, if the wound had at least stopped bleeding in her heart just a little. It would never completely close but at the very least he wished to help it stop bleeding, to stop causing her so much pain. Then the sound of mocking birds fighting in the distance confirmed his thoughts; the storm had ended and the animals were out once again. Pausing he stared out the mouth of the den and into the still atmosphere outside; it seemed almost alien now. But he hardened his resolve and looked to the she wolf once more with soft eyes "Alice" he murmured gently "Do you want to stay here... or is there someplace you'd rather be?" he particularly had no real place to head to but that did not mean that perhaps she had something to do and so he asked; although cautious so as to not have her get the wrong idea that he wanted to leave. He didn't want to hurt her like that; he would attempt from ever hurting her. She had endured enough. I will send out a light, burning for you alone.
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