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Post by Drathlic on Jul 24, 2009 7:36:37 GMT -5
Darkness clouded his mind...shrouding every inch of his inner being and masking the individual who he once was...who he no longer remembered. Memories of friends, loved ones and events from his past lingered so teasingly before his mind’s eye and yet every time he tried to mentally reach out to grab them back they faded into swirling curls of smoke. Without it all he was nothing; he would become an empty shell that was fragile and vulnerable to the crushing blows that the God’s threw out. Even the tendrils of licking waters that encased his outer being could not be felt nor registered as he was carried downstream from the north. A weight held him just below the surface of the water and threatened to drag him to the river bed where he may lay for eternity; soul trapped forever within a coffin of water and never to be free within the forest of Fenris and Tor. Yet thankfully – or not so thankfully as the case may be – the onslaught of rain that was dousing the land from above pushed the currents onwards and dragged the young varg faster downstream towards the expanse of lake and the promise of shallow water and land.
Hitting the bed of water had caused some serious concussion in the already delicate mind of Drathlic, yet it had broken his fall and effectively saved him from a rather sudden and sharp ending. None of this registered with the ruddy mann as he floated on into the lake from the previously raging river he’d crash landed into, nothing registered in his mind now as he was totally unaware of even his being. Body limp and numb, it was taken on a course to the right of the river mouth and was nudged gently now onto the muddy bank. Rain was beginning to ease up now and pattered with a low drumming against his beaten and bruised body, chest swollen with the water he’d both inhaled and swallowed on his journey down the torrents. Minutes began to pass by as if they were hours; time practically stood still. Black shadows hidden within the trees above began to shift; dark beady eyes began to roam over the body that lay like a carcass by the water’s edge. In the fading light of noon flocks of crows and ravens began to leave their roosts and soared gracefully down to land to get a closer inspection of their potential meal. Though they were more than likely to pounce without hesitation onto a dying lera such as a deer, they knew all too well the power and above all the teeth a varg possessed – it was far better to be safe than sorry before digging in.
Hopping from left to right, squabbling with one another to get a closer look, the ebony beasts of Wolfbane closed in on the unconscious mann, their squawking cries echoing over the lands of Transylvania and sending out the news that there was carrion by the lakeside; fresh and ready to be devoured. Looking for a place to start, the rushing bundle of feathers aimed for the brute’s rump where four deep gashes ran parallel to one another; a wound inflicted by an enemy now long forgotten by the stirring mind of Drathlic. Pain struck his haunches sharp and excruciating, causing the neurons and receptors in the varg’s mind to pulse and react with an automatic twitch. Though it still appeared to the birds that their quarry was well and truly dead, Drathlic was slowly beginning to wake and the water within his lungs was being pushed back up from within his chest and dribbling out the side of his parted muzzle. All he needed was a friend...but where in this forest would he find assistance now? Was it once again too late?
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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 25, 2009 0:55:53 GMT -5
OOC: Hope you don't mind me joining in! ^_^Save Me From Myself Before The World Falls, Save Me From Myself Before The Dawn. 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. As Quinn reached the other side her nares picked up a slight musky scent of another varg. The snow white femme approached cautiously hoping that one hadn’t gotten to the meal first. As it came within sight she realized that it was no herla. It was another varg. It seemed to be a male as she got within ten feet. It looked as if the other varg was dead or at least unconscious. Her pink tipped tail swung back and forth hanging lazily down. Realizing the he was not dead Quinn raced over there to try and save him from suffering from the pecks of birds. With one swift movement a cloud of ebon blew into the sky soaring above them.
Quinn’s black nose searched him for more scents but the only other on was the scent of crimson blood and a bear. Did he get into a brawl with a bear? She thought her mind racing trying to think of what to do. The ivory femme attempted to grab the brut by the scruff and drag him up onto the semi-dry land so he could dry off. Finally getting him up onto the land Quinn then sat on her haunches and set her eyes upon him expecting him for any fatal wounds. Carefully laying her body down next to his so he would warm with her body heat she rested her orbs upon him hoping he would wake soon.OOC: Sorry if it sounds like god-modding. Tell me if you want me to edit it and i will be more than happy to. ^_^Save Me Now I'm At The Reaper's Door, Can't You See You Hold The Key To Set My Mind Free? [/i][/right] Word Count: 863 Words
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Post by Drathlic on Jul 26, 2009 7:12:24 GMT -5
(the god-moding is fine, it was neccessary!)
Pain continued to stab and poke at his rear; flesh was gradually being removed and was causing a fire-like reaction to the nerves. Drathlic twitched and writhed in his state of unconsciousness, no sounds were audible coming from his muzzle as the smarting grew worse. Before the brute was able to wake the jabbing and prodding disappeared and left behind it a dull throbbing that failed to ease up and fade; this was definitely a serious wound. Sounds began to burrow their way into his ears, every swish and splash was a mere muffle to him but it was definitely a start towards perception. A pair of jaws clamped down onto the scruff of his neck, they were tight enough to drag him from his watery grave yet gentle enough to save his skin from piercing. The soaked mann’s muzzle parted and his pink tongue lolled out the side as he was pulled to dry land, water from his lungs leaking out and pooling beneath him. As an automatic reaction, a gargling groan managed to probe through from his chest though it was barely loud enough for his saviour to pick up on. The movement stopped and his body was laid at rest, nothing seemed to change until a slow wave of heat began to wash over his body from one side to the other.
Slowly but surely the brain began to tick over and wake up, causing the muscles to twitch in his eye lids, lips and all four limbs that were sprawled out beneath him. His pelt was soaked through to the skin and gave him an incredibly bedraggled look. Thankfully before the accident he’d fed well and his form was still prime and well muscled; no signed of emaciation or disease was evident. Due to the weather in summer, his coat was thin and scruffy, though it still held his grizzled grey and ruddy brown colouration. Drathlic was no longer Drathlic inside his head; he was simply a being that held no memories or thoughts towards life. It was as if he were a newborn cub, a fresh slate to be influenced and moulded. Lids fluttered open eventually to reveal cyan blue pools, the colour of a young pup on the day their eyes opened for the first time. It was a genetic fault that prevented his eyes from changing like any normal varg’s would to gold or hazel. At least on some high note it definitely made the mann distinguishable. Other than a whitened scar that ran down his left shoulder and the now four gashes that ran down his rump, Drathlic looked just like any timber wolf in the area.
The gentle sound of breathing and the fresh scent of comfort began to awaken his senses and caused his gaze to drift upward, lids still heavy and tired. Into view came a pearly white faemme who smiled down kindly upon him. A frown furrowed his brow for a moment as he began to think, attempting with all his might to bring up some recognition for either the wolf by his side or the situation he was in. Why was he wet? Why was he in pain? And most of all, why didn’t he know the answers to these questions? A light growl of fatigue quivered in his throat, the remaining water in his lungs tickled with the intake of air causing him to cough violently and convulse. Eventually it came up and he groaned wearily, the action exhausting him further. A time passed whilst he breathed and rested, thankful that the faemme was silent through his ordeal and allowing him to just ready himself. The thought did cross his mind that he may have imagined her; she may have just been a figment of his imagination. Yet the only way to tell was to ask. ”Are you real?” he eventually croaked out, voice hoarse and ragged from the previous coughing fit.
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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 15:21:37 GMT -5
If You Could Only See The Beast You've Made Of Me As she watched the mann she could notice him twitching a bit most likely at the stinging pain in his haunches. The gashes seemed deep and very serious. Her mind ticked like a clock trying to remember what she should do in a situation like this. As Quinn looked over his body she noticed a scar running across his shoulder. “What happened to you?” she asked herself under her warm breath. The ivory fae’s mind started to wander as hope that the brut would wake was slowly starting to fad away. As she looked into the trees everything seemed dark and looked as if they were dimming Fenris’ small rays that shot through the clouds in the sky above. The waters, once harsh with rapids, seemed to settle down so that the only thing that was hearable was the rain hitting the ground softly and the falls thundering down into the seemingly still water below.
The dimming light could just have been from the clouds covering the sun, or the fact that it was time for Fenris to retire and Tor to come out and spread light, thought little, into the world. It would have seemed hopeless now that hopes of the male waking up until her ears pricked to catch a faint sound of an almost groan that was blurred by water that must still linger in his lungs. A pool of water seemed to form at his open muzzle as it seemed to drizzle out of his maw. Her hope gathered back into her soul as she watched intently her smile kind, but curiosity lingered in her expression also mixed with sadness and hope. A small whine slightly escaped her snow white maw as her pink tipped ear twitched. The sparrows, crows, and other scavengers had almost all disappeared except for a special few that lay waste in the skies circling above their heads.
Her thinning coat didn’t give her much protection against the soft beating of the rain but she could deal. Rays of light suddenly shot through the graying sky and shed light into the valleys that lay nestled between the mountains as the rain let up even more to just a soft sprinkle. Quinn peered back down at the mann to see that his eyes had opened. She only gave him a soft smile and a slight nod of her head. The she-varg would wait to talk until he began to speak. It was the respectful thing to do. The femme’s faint pink oculars never left his face hoping that he would be able to say something. Anything; like where was he from? What happened to him? Was he from a pack? Question about what had happened to the brut flooded her mind. Her orbs wandered away from his face focusing on the forest when she finally realized she was staring.
With one ear turned slightly toward him she made sure that she would be able to hear him if decided to say something to her. Another sound seemed to come from his chest. A groaning gurgle? She wondered to herself. “Are you real?” a voice that was hoarse rang into her ears. Quinn turned her gaze back to his own and smiled slight out of amusement and also kindness. “Of course I’m real.” She replied her voice soft as it rung like a musical bell. Her eyes seemed to reflect her smile. Waiting a few more moments for him to say something she turned her eyes to his wounds. The ivory femme stared at them with intriguing concern for the male, and though the fae was getting wet from the rain and also from the soaked mann she stayed with him. In a normal situation she might have messed around with the other varg but she wasn't cruel. Quinn wouldn't be that evil. She knew that he needed someone to be there for him right now and she was the only varg around that could help him. She wasn't just going to leave him there to die a watery death. Death by water... The worst thing that could ever happen to a varg. She knew this only because it was instinct and also you were told this thousands of times as pups. Or at least she was.I've Held It In But Now It Seems You've Set It Running Free Word Count: 752 words.
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