Willow
Newborn
Sight is an illusion, Go with what you believe is true.
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Post by Willow on Jun 29, 2010 13:15:49 GMT -5
I see what really hides under the world's veil.Water is my eye Most faithful mirror Fearless on my breath Teardrop on the fire of a confession Fearless on my breath Most faithful mirror Fearless on my breath - - - - - - - - - Willow (Teardrops..Massive Attack)- - - - - - - - -
[awwww i had such a good post, but i hit refresh on accident -sobs-]
It caught Willow off guard, but not surprise her. This wolf had proven to be weak and stupid at making desicions. Jumping at her only proved her point. Most wolves would know not to get into a fight they couldnt win. It was hurt and tired, on the verge of passing out by the looks of it. Also, attacking on a warning to keep away? Really, did It know nothing at all? Apparently not. Willow whirled around to face her. She felt like giving it some shame before it mostly likely died in her jaws. Willow roared the words. " A true Putnar would stand down to a fight they couldnt win." Willow circled, ready to attack. " You are hurt. You are weak. You are tired." She chanted with heavy venom dripping from her words. "And a wolf most certainly wouldnt fight to the death from how a kerl sees them! Do you even understand why I snapped?! I do not want to share space with you! that is to be understood among wolves." Willow snorted. "But then again, I do not think you even are one. You no better than those packs, with a heart as pure as larka (fresh laid snow in wolf tounge)!" She growed. "You pathetic Cur! Fighting me will only prove my point of you!" She snarled. Willow got in fighting stance. she pulled her legs and weak points in, so if the wolf took the bait she laid, she would have a clear shot, and a suicidal one. But the wolf proved to stupid to even need the bait. The wolf lept up, outstretching her neck in the jump leaving an open gap that would surely prove fatal. Willow opened her jaws and held her place. The wolf would impale itself in her fangs. In this large jump she had made in attempt to most likely have her run would end her. The wolf couldnt change course in mid-air. If she was lucky, she would have a bad bite in her neck at least. Worst case. She gets a fatal bite that has her incappacitated, and bleeding on the ground for hours until dead. Willow liked the second choice. Willlow angled her head in a way that she could throw the wolf to the side after her teeth snagged her. Willow felt the bloodlust in her, but she surpressed it. To show that she was the only adult here she smoothed her face. Willow kept her dominant position, but not the angry expression, but more of a bored face waiting for her death.
The wolf would walk away with very bad wounds, Willow would treat them to let her live and respect her, or she would die.
Decisions, Decisions..... Decisions.
notes- had fun with this post xD i like planning out fight scenes in slo-mo =3 Spell check is down, sorry words- 484 radio- Click for song tagged- depth [PRIVATE]
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Depth
Cub
Prowling the forests of the night
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Post by Depth on Jul 1, 2010 2:18:00 GMT -5
She hurtled blindly through the air, seeing her death splattered out before her. She pulled her head back, almost closing the exposedarea of her neck. This was no longer a fight to prove her courage. This was fast becoming a fight to the death. She almost laughed at Willow's hatred of pack wolves. Her hatred of every happy varg had changed her into a twisted, evil varg, she thought scornfully. She had made a mistake in talking to this monster. Willow may think that I died stupidly, she thought, but surely the bravest way to die is in a fight? At least she would be with her Leo again. Despite her previous fury, she felt only pity for Willow.
She halfheartedly streched her paws out in front of her, intending at least to draw blood from her muzzle before she was killed.
notes: suicide? radio: Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles
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Willow
Newborn
Sight is an illusion, Go with what you believe is true.
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Post by Willow on Jul 1, 2010 18:21:18 GMT -5
I see what really hides under the world's veil.Water is my eye Most faithful mirror Fearless on my breath Teardrop on the fire of a confession Fearless on my breath Most faithful mirror Fearless on my breath - - - - - - - - - Willow (Teardrops..Massive Attack)- - - - - - - - -
[THIS POST CONTAINS GOD-MODDING. PM IF YOU WANT IT TO CHANGE.]
Willow watched closely as the varg saw what she planned. Willow had thought this through also. Wasting no time to make the shot perfect Willow shot out her pulled out neck and lowered it to grip her under her jawline. Willow clasp her teeth tight on her neck crushing it so this wolf would have to show for the fight, whether if it was on a carcass, or whether it be on a sikla. Willow threw her head to the side Allowing the wolves weight from the jump spring itself back. Willow flicked her purposely towards the water hoping she would end up drowning again. Willow would calmly sit neck to the water and water the little air bubbles rise to the surface carrying what was left of her life to the surface, but leave her soul below. Willow had only made the mistake of not watching her claws when she shot out her neck. She had been given small cuts on the top of her shoulders. It didn't put her life on the a periphery, but it hurt like ####. Willow growled against the pain. She clawed her feet on the ground fighting out the venomous sting. Willow growled at her. The wolf landed with a loud and sickening THUMP next to her. Willow lept over before she could stand, them swiped her claws through the skin on her shoulders in the tender area that she had been cut before. Blood ran down her legs turning her blonde fur a brilliant, neon orange. Willow snarled at her and stood over her to look straight at her. "Hurts like #### doesn't it?! Now go back to those saints and be the pet sikla!" She roared, really mad, and driven by the horrible pain near her neck. Willow lowered her head down in a swift movement and wrapped her jaws arou8nd her neck, hard. Then crushed her neck just enough for it to take a long recovery. Then threw her aside. Willow didn't want to get to involved. Her thoughts began to clear as she stood up. She was ired of this meaningless battle. Willow knew the wolf would be down for a minute or to. In that time willow waded into the water and cleaned her fur and wounds. The bleeding had stopped. Willow stopped back out and shook. Pain flooded her mind and she clamped her jaws down. Willow looked to her sides. She was no longer bleeding but it hurt badly. Willow stepped over to her place again. If the wolf decided to she would set the kerls place again, but most likely this time killing her.
notes- Please do not try and copy my codes, i created this template and I don't want others to use it. ps. Soo ehh,,, u wanna die? umm, ok words- 440 radio- Click for song tagged- depth [PRIVATE]
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Depth
Cub
Prowling the forests of the night
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Post by Depth on Jul 2, 2010 1:48:34 GMT -5
Her glossy fur was matted with blood. The pain shot through every part of her body. At least she had made Willow bleed. She felt only pity for this twisted varg. She felt helpless, like prey. Slowly, she dragged herself forward on her front paws. Trying her pitiful best to avoid Willow, she crawled down to the water. She didn't want to slowly bleed to death. She would never be a true varg again. She could never hunt for herself. She could never run.
Looking out at her tormentor through shattered eyes, she said as loudly as she could "I hope you are torn to shreds by true, pack wolves, you pathetic monster."
Calling Willow pathetic when she was lying in the shallows in such a sorry state was very hypocritical. She struggled out slightly further, followed by clouds of blood.
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Willow
Newborn
Sight is an illusion, Go with what you believe is true.
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Post by Willow on Jul 2, 2010 10:21:33 GMT -5
I see what really hides under the world's veil.Water is my eye Most faithful mirror Fearless on my breath Teardrop on the fire of a confession Fearless on my breath Most faithful mirror Fearless on my breath - - - - - - - - - Willow (Teardrops..Massive Attack)- - - - - - - - -
Willow said nothing to her mockery. She simply smoothed her face and stepped back to her grass bed. Willow rubbed her muzzle in the grass to clean the vargs blood away. Willow stared up into the rain. Droplets coated her eyes. Willow sighed, perfectly calm now. " A kerl like you is over their head, they feel they can win every fight they take, even as wounded, or dead." She said in her smoothe, wise voice. " You simply need your place set, and for once learn that to be a true wild putnar not everyone you meet in your travels is one to make friends with. " Willow paused and looked back down at her body that was a crumpled heap. " If you had any manners or respect for your kind this would not have happened. To avoid my Jekyll side you must at least ask to lay in my spot, or share food. Rather than immediately think its OK." Willow sighed once more at walked over to her so she could stare into her eyes, bloodshot from popped vessels. " All of this could be avoided." Willow lowered her head to get closer to her fearful face. She gave her an apologetic look. "Lesson learned." She murmured to herself.
Willow stepped over to her to look at her wounds. The kerl continued to lay on the ground afraid that one move would end her. Willow sighed on her face, then licked her face kindly. Willow looked at her deeply, well as much as she could without pupils, hopefully the varg would understand the look on her face with emotionless eyes. Willow nudged her lightly to get her attention so she wouldn't fall into deadly sleep. Willow raised her neck up to look up at the dark sky. She lowered her head once again to hover over her face, protecting it from the rain so she could look at her. "I'll find some herbs." She sighed. She should have just left. But she found herself stumble back later on. Willow trotted off to the pine bed from before. Willow closed her eyes and breathed in heavily. Scenting something that would help the pain willow began to dig in the ground, just enough to free the roots. Willow picked it up between her lips so she wouldn't break it and free the juices needed.
Willow ran slowly back, carefully. The ground was wet and when she ran full forth she often found herself slipping on logs. Willow came back o see the varg in the same place as before. The ground was getting worse. She was afraid to move her without hurting her more. Willow whined to let her know she was back. The rain was beginning to flood the creek, raising it to her nose. Willow began to push her towards the trees. She did it slowly knowing it would cause a bit of pain.
While pushing her towards the trees she was covering her nose and upper muzzle with her blood. She sighed after little movement came from her pushes. "Can you walk?" Willow looked up at the sky again letting water coat her eyes, then back to the creek. The need to get her over the bank, soon. Willow rushed over to her spot and dropped the herbs and plants she had found. As she trotted into the canopy in was quieter. All you heard was the sound of the rain coming down hard on the roof of the trees. It was calming. But sadly, not very loud. Which would most likely bring along conversation. And if the varg had any questions she had no idea how she should answer.
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Depth
Cub
Prowling the forests of the night
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Post by Depth on Jul 3, 2010 15:48:29 GMT -5
Blood trickled across her face. Willow had turned from a savage beast to a halfway nice varg. It was getting creepy. She didn't want her care, her herbs or her violent mood swings. She didn't want to slowly regain her health, never being quite as good at anything as she was before. She didn't want to talk, or tell Willow anything. She didn't want to be treated cruelly, and then treated like a long lost friend.
She wanted to be left alone. She wanted to die.
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Willow
Newborn
Sight is an illusion, Go with what you believe is true.
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Post by Willow on Jul 4, 2010 11:35:56 GMT -5
I see what really hides under the world's veil.Water is my eye Most faithful mirror Fearless on my breath Teardrop on the fire of a confession Fearless on my breath Most faithful mirror Fearless on my breath - - - - - - - - - Willow (Teardrops..Massive Attack)- - - - - - - - -
Willow nudged her again. She didn't move. She turned her head not sure if she was alive or not. The wolf pulled away from her touch. Willow finally started to become herself as her long cool down of adrenaline left her blood. Willow growled just to make a noise. It was starting to get a bit late. Behind the dark clouds willow saw the faintest outline of moon. Willow saw the waters getting closer to her muzzle. She wasn't sure if they would drown her or not. But with her adrenaline, and strange behavior gone willow trotted back to her cover. She felt chi to the bone and a numb sting glazed her shoulders. Willow trembled as she fought off the cold. Willow tightened herself into a ball in the back to the tree. She pulled her head in tight to hold in what little warmth she had.
She couldn't help but think of the wolf outside, not in a caring way of course, just curious. If she was cold she knew the wolf would have quite a bit of trouble tonight. She may not make it, one less wolf to deal with. Willow closed her lids gently and pulled herself tighter. She warmed within a few minutes due to her fluffy fur. Willow delved into memories in her sleep, ones of she and her mother. Learning to hunt, and learning of the world. Her mother had taught her of appearance, how to act, and when to speak. They lived a bit of a 'sophisticated' life. Using proper speech, and posture. Even as a young cub her mother let her in on everything evil in the world, she felt she had a right to know and shouldn't have to wait to know. They felt age was just a number, it didn't change or affect you mentally. They were very close. And that was a disadvantage. Growing close broke pain and death. If she was to get away from here. She would need to sleep out tonight, then get away in the morning in case the varg was still alive.
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