As the Snow Falls (P)

[Fury]

The ivory fae trekked through the tree studded terrain. The air was bitter, dry and cold. All of the foliage of the vegetation had long fallen and died within the frost. She shivered slightly as the breeze whispered through the air. Already the forest floor was dotted with pure snow, only a hint of the blizzards to come. This was the varg’s favorite season. Being completely white from head to toe, she could blend in easily to the landscape and hunting became a simpler task than it had been in the rest of the year. Along the flurry covered ground, she would mysteriously disappear, her silhouette broken up by the background color.

The fae’s name was Fury. She was a wolf who knew nothing when it came to friendship, family, or love, for she had lived alone for the majority of her life. She was exiled from her only family when she was seven moons old. It was after her first hunt with her mother and father, but it was also her last. Fury had always been a clumsy pup growing up. She’d always seem to scare off every piece of prey in a five mile radius. It was those damn heavy paws of hers. She never learned to control her weight when she walked. That’s why snow made her hunting easier. It had a magical way of making the world silent, including her paw steps.

On the hunt Fury was with the whole pack. They were stalking a herd of deer, not knowing that they weren’t the only predators on the prowl. Hidden from view, a lumbering grizzly was foraging, also unaware of others looming. While the other wolves crouched down and padded along with cat-like precision, Fury was stomping along, unintentionally alerting the bear to their presence. The vargs were a threat to it. Suddenly, it turned from a shambling, docile teddy into a swift, ferocious beast.

The bear grabbed a hold of Fury’s brother, Thunder, and ripped him apart. The pack tried to save him, but the bear kept them at bay, even injuring one of the subordinate females by puncturing her ribs with its claws. She unfortunately died from hemorrhaging into her lungs. Her own family blamed her Thunder and the fae’s death and they drove her out of their territory and their lives. Since that day she has had visions of the bear again and again always haunting her thoughts to the pint of madness. It was a rare occasion that she would actually be out in the open. Usually she’d be caught somewhere isolated arguing with her thoughts, Even now she grumbled to herself, [glow=red,2,300]"I did it. It’s all my fault. Why not me?”[/glow] She went on searching for a meal, hoping that her mind would soon become silent once more.

[Takhi]

Ashen paws padded along the bright luminescent grounds of the woods. The frozen earth below the animal’s pads sent a cold, tingling sensation all throughout its body. Winter was upon the world, already holding the land within its icy grip. The prey was becoming harder to find being now that the herla had moved on to find any source of greenery that was not a dried up weed or shoot below the flakes of snow. The creature’s breath came out as an eerie mist as it groaned through its fangs. This being of the wild was one of horrid fairy tales, ones that haunt the dreams of human children and keep them in fear of the uncharted terrains. This beast was none other than a wolf. It was a fae drenched in black with vivid, pale scars lined along her pelt. Her eyes were bi-hued, the left eye green and the right eye blue. Her name was Takhi. She was a varg that was not too known in these territories, but from where she came from, everyone knew about her and feared to cross her path. In the old lands she dwelled she was acknowledged as a slaughterer. She was seen as cruel, ill-tempered, and nasty. But underneath her exterior was something much different. Takhi was a wolf who longed for nothing more than somewhere to belong. Her own family could not even give her that, except for her uncle, Killian.

He was the Omega of their pack and was treated lower than a wolf would treat a dog. Takhi was in the same ball park. Her brother and sister would tease, torture, and torment her until she could no longer accept herself for what she was. Her parents, who were supposed to be her protectors and guardians, didn’t even care enough to stop her siblings when they had gone too far. Killian was the only one who stood up for her and he paid for it. Takhi’s father, Killian’s brother, attacked the Omega for overstepping the pack hierarchy and disciplining the alpha pair’s pups. He was ordered to never come within a deer length to the cubs or else he would be attacked once more and most likely be maimed in the process. This was a harsh reality for Killian for he had developed such a strong bond with his niece. All he wanted was to protect Takhi from her hellish litter mates, something that the others of the pack felt no need to interfere with.

The pack nurse or “pup sitter” named Pollen even explained to Takhi that it was what had to be done because pups must find their place in the pack whether they were to become high ranked or low ranked. Every aspect of a pack had a hierarchy to it. A litter of youngsters was no exception. What kind of reasoning was that? How could Pollen tell the tormented child that there was ‘nothing she could do’ with a straight face? Immediately Takhi lost her respect for the nurse along with the others for crucifying Killian when he was the only one that truly cared for her. Soon after the deed of punishing him, his brother, Wayk, received a large reality check when he died in a snare.

Everyone blamed it on Takhi. She had wandered off into the woods and he had gone looking for her. When he caught sight of the ebon fae he galloped toward her, unaware of a human trap lined within the brambles. That was Takhi’s first time experiencing death with her own eyes. She lost her first love, immediately warping her original sweet-natured personality. That night she had a tussle with her siblings when they said Killian’s death was nothing important, that he was just a weakling. She attacked them and drew blood then ran off into the woods to hide from all of them. She returned to her pack when a fire raged through their homeland and on that night every pack member met their fate. Takhi’s brother fell down a slope as she refused to save him. She pushed her sister into a river where she drowned along with her mother who tried to save her. The rest burned in the flames and Wayk, who was the only other to survive along with Takhi, mysteriously disappeared. Later on in her life she found out that he had been killed by humans’ dogs.

Since then she had grown cold and aggressive, cutting down many who dared to lay a claw on her. If you’re lucky she’ll kill you. If not, you may live with something you value missing. A pure varg? No, not in the slightest. Hence the reason she was a pack member of the terrible Sarnes.

The shadowed fae continued onward, not knowing and not caring where it led her.

[Fury]

Fury shook her pelt as small snowflakes began falling from the sky. Wonderful. Maybe now the snow would build up and the white wolf could blend right in then take down a weakling deer. First she had to find them. All of the herla had moved off the find greener pastures or this case, ones that didn’t have a thick layer of snow over the top. There were no footprints to follow and the scents were all stale but she had no choice. She had to keep searching even if it meant the scent would be lost within a few miles. She walked on with her snout to the ground, endlessly sniffing about. Her nose grazed over the tree trunks and the shrubs, each time gathering valuable information about the animals wondering through these parts. Fresh smells of rabbit littered the spiny bushes. That wasn’t a meal. No use wasting energy for an animal you most likely won’t catch.

As she lifted her nostrils up to see if she could detect any fresh airborne scents, she suddenly froze where she stood. She picked up something all right, but not what she was looking for. It was a wolf’s scent unlike any other. It smelled of the marshes and swamps on the other side of the river.

Sarnes.

The word screamed in her head. A wolf of Sarnes was on the move and coming straight toward her. Fury may have not known much about the wolf packs in these territories, but she knew that Sarnes was a pack of cold, vicious, beasts. Immediately her tail slid between her legs. Her eyes whipped back and forth looking for cover but there just wasn’t enough snow. It was no use. Fury would have to stand her ground this time and perhaps fight for her life. She didn’t know what these tainted wolves were like and she didn’t want to know. The snow began to rain down harder, distorting the wolf’s vision for distance. As Fury saw a black silhouette appearing, she snarled a warning.

[glow=red,2,300]“Wolf of the retched breed, beware for I can tear apart another as easily as you can.”[/glow][/font]

[Takhi]

Light flurries of snowflakes danced down from the gray skies, dotting the black fae’s pelt. Her large paws left a trail behind her, a disadvantage if one were being followed, but Takhi knew there was no danger. With the weather becoming more unbearable it would be less likely for a member of a rival pack to venture out of the vicinity of the warm dens in their camp grounds. Still, there was always a risk especially in the woods. This vast landscape of trees lined along the territory of Ge-Rad, enemies to Sarnes wolves. It was only moons ago that Takhi had a run in with Krystal. She was a black and white wolf that had a burning hatred for her kind and would stop at nothing to keep the swamp dwellers out. Krystal worried about an invasion from Sarnes and accused Takhi of being a spy sent by her alpha, Shunke’. It was close to being an encounter that would draw blood, but they left without harm. Takhi swore she would return with Zukosu, her pack-mate, and make their stand with the Ge-Radians. But the return had been postponed due to hard times. Sarnes was not as strong as they use to be, especially with Red February disappearing. She was a tough on, a devourer of kin, she was called. She was Sarnes’ greatest weapon in combat for she was a cannibal.

With her loss, the pack had challenged no one. Takhi kept on wandering about the lands as if she was still a stray, or loner. She had usually been one most of her life so the solitude was not at all an ordeal. As the snow below her limbs began to take on a few centimeters in height, she noticed that there were other paw prints left near the dried out shrubs. They were small with elongated toes in the front, the back prints were only that of hind legs. Takhi pressed her nose to the tracks and immediately smelled the scents of pine, bark, and seeds. That was the scent of squirrel. The black wolf snorted.

Oh, this is pointless, she thought. A scraggly rodent won’t satisfy my appetite. A hind, even a yearling would do nicely. I wish I knew where the bastards moved off to.

She growled with displeasure as did her stomach. She kept on walking even as her black fur had turned white. It didn’t matter. There was enough insulation to keep her warm for it. When she heard the voice of another wolf shouting from a distance, she bared her teeth. It was a warning, heard loud and clear, from this stranger. But Takhi could not see the varg. Her bi-hued eyes scanned her surroundings, spotting no shapes, silhouettes, or outlines of anything but trees and shrubs, if they were not blanketed in snow by now. The threat was enough to make a fae snarl and so she did. Takhi shook herself, clearing her fur of the ivory sheet then bristled. Her legs became stiff and ridged with her ears erect along with her fluffed out tail. She was a menacing sight.

You wish to challenge me, do you? You have no idea what I am.

“Listen here, stranger!” she snarled. “If you can tear me down then come on over here and prove it!”

‘Retched breed.’ Yes, I am retched!

“Face me and know that you are outmatched! Face me and you shall see crimson lining this winter wonderland!”

[Fury]

// Sorry I took so long to post //

The voice that roared back sent a shiver through Fury’s bones. Just by the sound of the snarls coming from the creature made her almost regret spewing her words. Maybe she was biting off more than she could chew. No doubt this beast was older than she and most likely more experienced with battle. Fury was not much of a fighter. She was lucky if a yearling buck didn’t over power her. The white fae was hoping the verbal threat would have been enough to prevent an encounter with a Sarnes wolf. From what stories have been passed around about them, they were not wolves to be messed with, a number of wolves baring permanent wounds from clashing teeth with them.

Her tail lowered slightly horizontal, expressing suspicion and tension through body language. She thought that maybe if she continued to sound threatening and still a formidable opponent, this dark foe would turn back and return to the swamps where it crawled out of.

Why did I have to do this? I’m going to get killed.

Before considering the consequence of her actions, her maw opened again to throw out another challenge. [glow=red,2,300]“The only blood that will be staining this snow is yours!” [/glow]She snarled, but still in a mild submissive position. Fury knew that the dark varg could not spot her within all this snow. One benefit to her white coat; camouflage. Suddenly she sprang toward her enemy, every sense in her head screaming at her to stop and turn back, but her legs kept pushing her onward.

// Ugh, and this post ain’t so great either lol//

[Takhi]

Takhi’s unseen opponent spat back an insult claiming that her blood would spill today. She didn’t believe that. By the sound of this wolf’s voice, the invisible fae was young, younger than the “retched” Takhi. If she was the more experienced one of the two, the ebon animal would no doubt win this confrontation if it so came to that. The she-wolf’s teeth bared at the words spewed at her. Her tail stood straight up, her fur bristling with tension. If it was fight this one wanted, so be it. Suddenly, the ghost in the snow appeared, Takhi’s bi-hued eyes finally able to detect an outline. The wolf was white. Of course. The golden eyes of the fae stared.

It’s her! Takhi’s thoughts screamed. The White Wolf has returned in mortal form to tear me to shreds once more!

Immediately, rage pulsed through her veins, blinding her sights of reality. No longer was this foe a real creature, but an apparition that had haunted Takhi throughout her life. It was the demon who possessed the fae when she was but a pup and hypnotized her within her fury and forced her to spill the blood of all provoking her. She snarled as the varg galloped toward her, then she lunged, jaws gaping, claws extended. But at the last moment, her fangs hid and instead, Takhi lowered her head to charge into the wolf’s maw. Skull slammed against jaw, knocking her enemy to the ground.

With the wolf stunned, Takhi padded over, placing her paw on the fae’s throat. With her teeth reappearing she snarled, “And whose blood shall stain the snow?”
OOC: Godmodding approved through PMs.

p.s. and this post sucks too haha.

[Fury]

//Lol! Takhi is scary!!! Lol!//

Fury’s heart pounded as she approached the varg, her heart beats in sync with her stride. Snow flew out from beneath her paws as she galloped along. The skies darkened as if the Gods were setting the ominous tone for the encounter. As she drew closer, the mist cleared to reveal a heavily scarred black wolf, a wolf that had the look of madness buried beneath its eyes. The varg stood stone still as she watched her white silhouette appear out of hiding. Within the short time Fury saw this drappa, she knew that her attempt at a battle would be lost. The Sarnes member was larger than she, about a paw length taller. Her shadowy fur bristled out making her look almost like a bear. The numerous scars were the tell-tale sign that she was no amateur when it came to battle.

Suddenly, Fury’s foe charged, a cloud of dust left where she stood. As her pulse raced, she watched the animal leap toward her with teeth bared, ready to kill. Her eyes widened with fear. Consumed within the terror of the sight, she failed not realized that the fae had changed her game and instead decided to head-butt her. As her mouth was bashed by rock-hard bone, she lost her footing and fell backward on impact. As Fury tried to rise and try to make a mad dash out of the situation, the black wolf had pinned her with painful claws digging into her neck. The fae snarled with bright razor fangs appearing once more from behind her lips.

As Fury stared into the black’s blue and green eyes, she saw the blind rage burning within them. At that moment, her tail swiftly tucked between her legs, her ears fell flat, and she began to whimper. [glow=red,2,300]“Please! Please don’t kill me!” [/glow]she cried, gasping for air. [glow=red,2,300]“I didn’t mean to try to attack you. I was just afraid! Please!” [/glow]Her whole body shook as if she were frozen in ice.

//Godmodding approved through PMs//

[Takhi]

OOC: I know ^_^

The ivory fae below her paw began to weep and blubber like a helpless pup, a whelp with nothing left to do to save its own life. Takhi shut her jaws and stared at this pitiful creature, observing her howls for mercy. She bent her head down closer to the wolf’s face. Her lips parted again revealing her fangs as she snarled. What she thought was her demon made mortal was just another feeble youngster attempting to clash with a force they are neither prepared nor capable of defeating. Ah, such was the adolescent spirit of trying to move an immovable object. With a low growl, Takhi released her grip on the young fae’s throat and stepped off to the side.

She shook the snow off of her pelt and licked her lips. “If you didn’t want to fight me, then you should have never challenged me,” she snorted. “Learn that lesson quickly, or else your hide will be in shreds before you can bare your fangs.” She watched as her once enemy coughed and gagged from having too much pressure put on her wind pipe. By the look of the white one, she was definitely immature. She was small and scrawny, her body not yet fully grown in. She had little muscle or any useful bulk for that matter. Oh how easy it would have been for the terrible Takhi to rip her apart. The White Wolf was not at all that petite. That demon was of the same size and power; a perfect match.

“Consider yourself luck that I had the benevolence to acknowledge your whines and screams.” That little girl had no idea how close to death she had come. Takhi had truly believed it was the ghost haunting her soul, the one she would love to tear limb from limb if it would just make her go away. “I am Takhi, Nieten of Sarnes. And you might be?”

OOC: Ugh, I am so horrible with my writing right now.