Quinn
Newborn
You left me on the side of the road, and I got no place to go.
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Post by Quinn on Jul 26, 2009 19:27:00 GMT -5
I Was Swtiched Off Like A Light, A Fighter With No Fight, Staring Up At The Stars, Given Into The Dark, The rain was just a soft pitter-patter now and the insects from the deepest parts of the ground were coming up for the ground was softer and the water that lay in the soil was beckoning them to come to the surface of the dirt. Fenris was tearing apart the grey clouds trying to shed just a little light into the world that he a Tor had created together thousands of years ago. Maybe more, but that was a story that would be told for a different occasion. Right now the mudded ground was dark and drenched with liquid that was, and still is, dripping from the heavens above. Though trees loomed over head, water still sunk through the holes between the green colored leaves. Summer wasn’t a season to be reckoned with. The ground was slightly unstable; that youngsters and small Lera could easily slip on. Thankfully most young Varg were inside warm dens with loved ones being comforted by each other, sharing body heat that all longed for in the long run.
Bushes that covered the trails were currently hiding thorns and prickles that awaited their victims. Once someone steeped on them they would slowly sink into the fresh flesh lapping up the blood that they could before they were pulled out and thrown away. And to their hopes an ivory fae just happened to be padding in the brush unknowing of the thorn field that lay ahead of her on the horizon. Her black paw pad slowly pushed down onto the ground, unknowingly, puncturing her foot on a thorn. It slowly dug itself inside her paw. A loud yelp echoed out of her throat but the rain, though soft, blurred it out. She brought her paw to her faint pink oculars and observed the sickly sweet crimson liquid that seeped around the wound. She knew that she shouldn’t leave it in, otherwise letting it get infected and letting the puncture get worse. She lowered her head slightly and with her bright white fangs, much like her coat, she pulled it out quickly, and painlessly. She tossed it to the side and jumped into a small clearing before her.
This femme was named Quinn. She was on her way to the waterfall and lake to get a quick drink of water and head back into the mountains where she stayed in a cave that lay in the middle area. It was dangerous terrain but she lived for that sort of thing. The pink orbed fae’s ears pricked to sounds of the thundering falls that lay ahead of her. Slightly lifting her muzzle she caught a swift glance at the pounding water that fell from the cliff above. Rain still fell from the skies and it was more refreshing now then when it was pouring. Suddenly feeling a swift burst of energy Quinn picked up the speed and ran across the distance that lay between them separating them from one another. The snow white predator reached the forest edge and checked for any other varg or a threat to her. Spotting non she trotted to the water’s edge and lowered her head and licked up the icy cold water.
Something caught her interest then. The black scavenger’s of Wolfbane soaring in the sky and picking at something that lay upon the ground. Maybe a herla that had a fall for the worse? She thought the words almost hissing them like a snake. In hope that food was awaiting her at the other side of the lake she leaped her claws springing out to keep her balanced on the unstable dirt. When she had gotten over there a swift cloud of ebon burst into the air and flew away into the darkened skies. The herla that had fallen was only skin and bones. She sighed in disappointment and padded off down the river, Looking down at the water to see her own reflection she growled and hit the water angrily. Quinn wasn’t one who liked how she looked. With the rain letting up Fenris popped out into view allowing a rainbow to form. She slightly smiled and headed in that direction. As she got to the “bottom” of it she noticed that the scene was beautiful. This is something that she could star at all day. Gently sitting on her haunches then smiled her eyes twinkling.Somehow You Saw Someone Whorth Seeing, You Pulled Me Back Into The Light, Now If Ever I Can Rescue You, When You Need Two Arms To Fall Into, You Know Exactly Where I'll Be, Just Look For Me... And, I Will Rescue You. Word Count: 726 Words
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Homicide
Cub
"Mother? ...Where did you go?"
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Post by Homicide on Jul 26, 2009 19:58:03 GMT -5
And this is how it feels when I ignore the words you spoke to me And this is where I lose myself when I keep running away from you " The heavens are crying again" the words floated almost pointlessly off the pink tongue of the lone yearling as he stared up at the dripping sky. Barely a flinch or a twitch flew from his muscles as the drops pattered around and into his tangerine iris'. There was no need to flinch, no harm from the liquid. Dark soaked orange auditories rotated upon the strong skull of the mann, his grey nose twitching softly to try and absorb the lost scent of Deor that gently coated him, fading in the rain. The words themselves he could not recall from where he had heard them first; but it was his first thought. He never thought of rain as anything joyful, the sky had only opened to release the sorrow it must have been feeling after staring down upon the dark cruel world that they resided; such insignificance. Sighing the yearling soon dropped his head down to stare at the steadily thickening muck at his paws. Scowling he lifted his tangerine orange fore paw while pressing remaining crimson fore paw to press harder into the mud. A shudder rolled down his spine at the feeling of the slimy substance flowing and filling the area in between his toes " Disgusting." Scowling darker he slowly placed his fore paw back down and turned, ignoring how his odd coat was becoming steadily soaked with the tears that fell from above. It was such a sad thing really. Though he couldn't help but hate the fact that the rain reminded him of Ryku... the she wolf who had once adopted him only to drop out of sight without so much as a goodbye, some Mother. In this thought bile forced up his throat only making him swallow to force it back down " Thats twice now....sometimes I wonder if I'm just a jinx" grumbling with a bitter tone the pup only continued to make himself through the eternally quiet forest. He knew the river was nearby but honestly what could he find there? Not much. Maybe another varg or, maybe, another life? Sure... and Wolfbane was a cow. But despite his every intention to avoid the river he soon found himself wandering to the place anyhow. Rusty red tail flicking to and fro as he stared at the steadily rushing water, a frown still on his muzzle from the world around him and it's unfairness in life. But still he could not deny that he was at the very least lucky to even so much as have a home... granted Deor wasn't as homey as he would have liked but then again he hadn't met that many occupants yet so he would at least give the place a few more tries. Sighing he trotted forward, head bending and tilting to quietly partake in the slowly moving water. Lifting his head again the pup turned his skull a little as he caught the rapidly fading scent of another varg, femme from what leftover scent he could tell. Cautiously, perhaps lazily so, he followed after the faint smell, soon coming upon the she wolf. However he made no move from the tree line, only watching her silently and without purpose. Finally his tilted his muzzle up, moving slowly out of the security of the woods and throwing caution into the wind by finally speaking to her, in the simplest manner he could possibly have come up with " Hello." Breathe your life into me I can't feel you I'm falling, falling faster Breathe your life into me I still need you
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Quinn
Newborn
You left me on the side of the road, and I got no place to go.
Posts: 11
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Post by Quinn on Jul 26, 2009 20:39:12 GMT -5
Save Me From Myself Before I Die, Save Me From Myself Before The Dawn, As another scent was caught by her nares Quinn let out a slight growl. With the death of her sister, Ryku, she had lost all hope of ever creating a bigger bond with her, though Ryku had told Quinn that if anything happened to her to find her adopted son Homicide. Ha what a name. She thought in amusement forgetting the brutal death of her sister. Her mind was racing as the scent was growing closer to her. Tilting her faint pink orbs to the side she caught a quick glimpse of a strange colored pup. Quinn wasn’t in the mood to deal with small cubs or anything. She just wanted to be left alone to mourn Ryku’s death.
As a word rang in her head she turned her body around standing up towering over the cub. Her pink tipped tail hung down lazily as she stared at him. Ryku had explained what he looked like and this looked almost like him. He even had bi pumpkin eyes. When she was certain she sat on her haunches and smiled weary. Her eyes were ridden with guilt and sorrow. She really didn’t want to deal with a cub that’s most likely about to bawl its eyes out. But she had to. Her expression contained guilt mixed with slight anger that was disguised by sorrow and sadness. “Homicide?” she asked though she was most certain that it was him. “I am your mother’s sister…” she paused slightly hoping that he would run into the woods before he got to her.
“My name is Quinn.” She finished off when she thought he would just stay his ground. Sighing a little she looked over to him again shifting her eyes up and down his figure. “My sister, and your mother…” it pained her to say these words since she also cried the first time she say her sister’s mangled body in the mountains. “Your mother was killed by a bear.” She said looking away waiting for the water works to start up. “She wanted me to tell you if anything happened to her.” She continued but what really sucked was the next news she had for him. She sighed in annoyance though it sounded more like sadness. It seemed as if tears were about to weal up in her faint pink oculars. Quinn sat down on her haunches and frowned, her eye brows slightly furrowed for a moment and then went back to normal. She almost felt guilty for what she had thought about the pup. “Homicide, I am your godmother.”Save Me Now I'm At The Reaper's Door, Don't You Know you Hold The Key To Set My Mind Free? Word Count: 493 words
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Homicide
Cub
"Mother? ...Where did you go?"
Posts: 58
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Post by Homicide on Aug 5, 2009 9:55:57 GMT -5
And this is how it looks when I am standing on the edge And this is how I break apart when I finally hit the ground
At first there was nothing. Nothing in his mind, nothing in his body, his heart barely giving a twitch in reply. Steadily however the words, all of them, began to sink into his mind and break apart his thoughts. A shudder convulsed his body for nary a split second and steadily he sank onto his rump. Bi hued pumpkin eyes sliding closed as he let the words run over and over, like an endless AM track in his head. So... Ryku was gone then was she? Killed by a bear. Somehow he knew his reaction should have been more violent, more uncontrolled, at this news. However it so honestly did not surprise him. It barely caused shock into his young body, perhaps this was because of his harsh experience within his home pack or perhaps because of the way he lost caregivers like they were going out of style. First his real mother wanted nothing to do with him, then his father wanted to morph him into some sort of killing machine like his elder brother Genocide and now the one wolf who would take him in and care for a messed up pup like him was gone. " I....see." it was all he could manage in reply to all of that. What more could he say, what more could he manage? Not much, no not much at all. Steadily he forced his rump back up, his red tinged paws hesitantly supporting his weight as he made his slow way toward Quinn, his apparent new caretaker in the wake of Mother's death. Steadily he plopped down beside her unceremoniously, staring at the muddy banks of the river with almost rapt interest. Shuddering again he was silent for a moment or so longer, contemplating his words until finally he muttered, calm and without tone " This always....seems to happen" now he seriously began to ponder if he was indeed a dreadful little jinx. And perhaps if his presence itself was a danger to Quinn now And this is how it hurts when I pretend I don't feel any pain And this is how I disappear when I throw myself away
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