Stuck in Neutral [pos + aro]

[Bathsheba]

[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=background,http://i37.tinypic.com/p60eo.png] Sheba smiled as she took a dainty step towards her mate’s geyser. The skin was perched on her back and she sat down and let him by the scar in the earth. “Remember Anthony?” she whispered lovingly as she nosed him into a comfortable position so that he didn’t look tossed and crumbled on the ground. The moist earth rumbled and groaned beneath her paws, but she only had eyes for Anthony. “Remember our pups?” She leaned towards him before collapsing in the laziest way to lie down. She rolled heavily toward her side, so that Anthony and she were level to each other. “Oh. I loved Susanna and Mikhail the best. That darn Dreggins, he had to be born with that full tail. It brings shame. Oh, and the rest of them… Oh, bless everyone of them.” She shut her eyes as she gathered her thoughts into a story-tale. “The morning was a warm one. Dew shimmered on the ground like diamond drops. Remember? And then, the sky was so bright, it looked like a gem. I was pregnant with that litter and we could tell it wasn’t going to be a small one. Haaa, yeah, I think I remember that better than you can hon. Anyways, you were in the middle of a lover’s conversation, kissing me awake tenderly because you were about to tell me that you were leaving to get me breakfast. And labor started. Afterward, the pups were licked clean. “One by one we named them, but we named Dreggin’s last. And you wanted to dock his tail, but I, in my tired and motherly way, demanded that the duty be mine. His form was one that I had birthed. “I placed my teeth around his small tail and felt down, counting his vertebrae. One, two, three, four. And then, I snipped the tail neatly. He was still so young that there wasn’t any blood. But I could tell that there was pain. However, regret didn’t take my heart like other mother Yagi… He would thank me as he grew. I knew it to be so! “And…” Sheba stopped her story. “I mean.” She dropped her eyes and stopped her memories before they went up to the griffin eating her young. She gave a long sigh and said, “Let’s go Anthony.” She picked him up. The geyser then burst forth, filing the air was hot steam that all at once fell on the soft earth as hot rain. It made her jump up in surprise, her heavy weight and the momentum of her fall forced her deep into the mud. Sheba growled at the proud spout of water and tried to escape, but her heavy form sank her paws deep into the mud and her limp made it impossible to struggle free. “Let’s go Anthony.” She said forcefully. Loneliness. “Let’s go Anthony.” She whispered. She repeated it quietly to herself, her mind caught in a loop. Her body caught in the mud. No escape. Stuck in neutral.

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Arro thrust his nose into the sky at the sound of another wolf's voice. He could hear her talking to herself, and then crying out with distress. He flicked his silver-blue mane of fur and scowled. What lazy know-it-all had got herself stuck in the mud now?
He headed towards Anthony's Geyser and spotted her. It was a she-wolf, whispering and muttering to herself. She was pretty, like acid rain, but greenish and the color of earth, with horns.
And Arro immediately had fallen for her.
He darted towards her, entranced by her beauty and splendid voice. Teasingly, he tried to appear as handsome and heroic as he could. "So, milady, what have you done to yourself here?"
If humans could hear his voice, they would say he had a sort of Australian-British accent, but not too heavy. It was handsome. He flicked a turquoise ear, eyes bursting with laughter.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" His voice became softer and hoarse, deep and romantic. His eyes locked with hers and he desired to just smugly snuggle in to her thick fur. She was muttering something about Anthony, but he could hardly notice.
Shaking his head, he thoughtfully grabbed at her scruff, trying hard to stay on top of the mud. It wasn't hard, since he was lean and lightweight. "Come on, now... we'll get you out of here yet."

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[poseidon]

Pos was flying above the geysers, feeling the wind ruffle his fur and dry his eyes out. His wings were spread wide, and the air smelled wet. He saw a geyser and recognized it as Anthony's geyser. He suddenly saw Sheba and she was trying to get out of the mud. The geyser had erupted and made it look like morning dew.

He saw The Empress was stuck, and she had Anthony's hide. He sped up and quickly landed by her, trotting to slow down. He saw another woflf trying to help her out of the mud, yanking at her neck. He ran over to The Empress and bowed swiftly. He gave the other wolf a steely cold glare. Then he asked her, "What do you need me to do to help, Empress?"

[Bathsheba]

[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=background,http://i37.tinypic.com/p60eo.png] Sheba growled as the mud sucked at her paws. The cool and stickiness of it was getting between her toes and driving her nuts. She breathed her repeated phrase over and over and suddenly, a male wolf appeared. She didn’t notice him. Her mind had blocked him out. Her Anthony, she held him closer. “I…” She peered up. Her burning eyes finally noticed the Cael wolf (though she couldn’t tell he was a Cael just yet) She growled, “Trespasser?” And then, if this embarrassing situation wasn’t bad enough, Pos lighted close by. Her eyes narrowed at her pack’s prisoner at first, but then softened as she realized that he was still one of her own. She gave a whine. “Get the Soldier!” She wanted someone who could possibly ice the mud so that she could be freed. Sheba was strong—if she had something to balance against. Turning her fiery eyes to the stranger, she said, “You call me beautiful. Why.” She was truly a horrid mess of a female. One of her horns was broken. She was overweight. Her fur was unkempt. And her thorny spines hung at odd angles from her body due to them being lain on. She growled, untrusting, but then was soothed because she remembered that Anthony was close by. “It doesn’t matter. You’re probably only here to make Anthony jealous.” She turned away from the other wolf as best as she could, but twisted her leg in the process, giving her another limp to cope with until the sprain was healed. And she said this while he pulled her scruff and attempted to pull her out. However, her 250 lbs of fat and muscle wasn’t an easy thing to move—especially for a lightweight wolf with the mud working against leverage. She pinned her ears back annoyingly. She turned a sad eye to Arro, “No use trying. Everything is against us. Don’t waste time and let the solution arrive.” She turned to her Prisoner wolf, “Forestia should be at the Dens.” ------------------------- ((And yes, Forestia’s post is at the dens ^_^ Reply to it and bring her charrie in here too!))

[poseidon]

"Yes, Empress." Pos said respectfully and ran quickly. He stretched his wings and started flying towards the Snowhills. He was giddy on the inside, ready to burst into a million pieces. This might be his only cahnce to prove himself, and he wasn't going to screw up this time.

[forestiaxxforall]

[bg=1b1611] [atrb=width,500,true] (At Dens) Eyes looked up to the sky. A wolf. Ah. Him. Though i pulled my weight up slightly as he landed and to his words. Sheba. How. A sigh left her lips as she looked to the wolven. Dear Dear. We must hurry then words split as she pulled her legs into a run heading toward the swamp area. How does she do it. Though she had no time to think about funny things. Eyes looked straight ahead before looking back to the wolf. Fly ahead, tell her i am coming, quickly! lyrics spread across as she pulled a faster pace. Plates of ice forming under my paws. (Swamp Area) Eyes pulled around. Snow still covered the ground. Her heart was pounding quite quickly from the run. Eyes casted around, then looked up, wondering if she could see the prisoner. If he had lied, well that would be a different story, though right now she had no time to judge that. Ears flicked forward as she tested the wind currents. Maybe able to catch sounds ahead, or the scent of her empress. Then she caught it. Her paws dug into the soil once again, letting snow lift from the ground. Mud. How so? Though then, they were in a swamp after all. A sigh left her lips softly before pulling a faster speed. Eyes able to catch a limped figure, and a standing figure. My Empress! though a trespasser as well. A low growl lightened from within my rib cage. Eyes narrowed before lightened as she neared them. My Empress! words fled from my mouth with worry. Eyes looked to the other wolven. A glare was given to him in warning. Eyes looked back to my empress as she pulled to stop at her side. Eyes observed the mud she was stuck in before looking to my empress. =========================== Created by:: ForestiaXXForAll Song:: Word Count::

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[poseidon]

"Got it!" Pos yelled to Fore as she ran. He flew ahead of her, stomping the cold ground, snow slushing between his feet, the wind blowing hard and cold, and in no time he spotted Anthony's geyser. He landed next to his Empress.

He bowed, and said: "The soilder, Forestia, is coming, Empress." He bowed again and then stepped back, giving the other wolf another glare. The forest was deathly quiet, even though it was the middle of the day, except for the other wolf trying to seduce Sheba. Well, not so much of a forest as a few spindly trees surrounding each geyser. He wondered what would happen next, and how much longer he would be prisoner.

He watched the wolf, who's name was Arro, try to get Sheba to be his mate. Pitiful, thought Pos, as he watched with disdain. He knew it would never happen, and so did Arro and Sheba. It was crazy what some did. Then again, he didn't have room to talk, compared to what he had done last night.

[Artemis]

((Please note that a large part of my post was about how Arro could NOT get Sheba out of the mud. I will not reply. It is important that you change this because the reason that Fore and Pos are in this thread is because of a ranking plot for Poseidon and also some characterization interaction stuffs between Sheba and Fore ))

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(Oh, sorry, I was a little distracted when I posted. I'll change that.)

[Artemis]

Hey guys, I'll post tonight since Arro isn't posting.

[forestiaxxforall]

Okay ^-^

[Bathsheba]

[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=background,http://i37.tinypic.com/p60eo.png] Sheba groaned as her ankle twisted in the mud. Every motion her body made gave her another note of suffering. In a grand crescendo, a pitiful cry escaped her open maw, seemingly coming straight from the belly of the beast. That lonesome wail had her entire body into a shudder. Her pain was great, but her cries were more from the memory. “My leg.” Sheba’s coppery eyes glanced to her hock, the only piece of her leg exposed. Her other paws were entrenched in the mud as well, but none so far and so twisted as that leg. Memories flashed a thousand times over. Her leg had been abused. And then broken. It was no wonder that she limped. And now, it brought everything close so that she stood in front of her life of pain. “The damn war!” It wasn’t the first time she cursed the war, but it was the first time she did it aloud. “I came home a battered hero, but still with all my glory! Those damn griffins! They think themselves a proud race when they tear apart my family?” She thrashed about, trying to free herself. A snap filled the empty air. Sheba’s eyes grew wide when that snap brought her back to her senses. And her senses were flooded with alert! With pain! Anthony then appeared in the snow in front of her. Sheba bit her lip as she blocked out the pain. “Poseidon! Save Anthony!” She turned her eyes to Forestia. That demanding look said everything. “Are you smart enough to know what to do next?” The Empress muttered as she lowered her eyes from Fore to the earth and then pack to her newly broken leg. She wanted Fore to crystallize the ground—with ice—so that she could get the proper footing to remove herself from this embarrassing situation. The soft earth gave way under her heavy paws due to her weight and every time she had tried to push herself out, she only managed to go deeper into the mud. And then, she caught sight of Anthony’s eyeless face. The slits where his eyes used to be stared relentlessly upon his once-mate. Sheba smiled before frowning. What are you laughing at?

[forestiaxxforall]

[bg=1b1611] [atrb=width,500,true] Eyes looked to the mud. The empress's twisted leg was in there good. Studying it for a moment before nodding to the empresses words. Yes, just stay still please, or it may cost some major damage to you words instructed her. Eyes closed for a moment before she took a step forward. Lowering her head, her maw only parted slightly before letting out a soft breath of air, easily freezing the mud. She gave one more breathe, to allow Sheba to break the ice. Eyes looked down slightly Care full when breaking the ice, we don't want anything else broken words added on before taking a few steps back, allowing the empress to have room when she breaks the iced mud. Mud. The reason why she disliked mud so much. You can hurt yourself, or even worse get stuck with it, and die if not in time. A sigh let her lips lightly before looking over to Poseidon. A fast wolf you are she let her head bow, before raising it back up and looking to Sheba, wondering if the ice was good enough to weaken the mud underneath. OCC; Poor muse rate D: sorry =========================== Created by:: ForestiaXXForAll Song:: Word Count::

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[poseidon]

Poseidon was wandering around because he had gotten bored listening to Sheba and Forestia. He found a shrub that looked edible, and pulled it out of the ground. He started chewing, and suddenly spit it out. Bleck. He thought. He wandered back over to Sheba and Fore and started thinking.


I wonder what it's like to not be a social outcast. I hope I can prove myself- His head shot up and his ears perked up. He heard his name, Sheba yelling for him. "Poseidon, save Anthony!" She yelled. Is she hallucinating? Pos wondered to himself, one of the many questions now torturing him. He saw Sheba staring at Anthony, with a look like What are you looking at?

He grabbed Anthony's pelt and dragged it forward a little bit, to please Sheba. This might be his chance, and he didn't risk oppurtunities if there might not be another one. He waited for Sheba to get up as Fore blew ice on the gorund. I wonder what it's like to have it all Pos wondered, thinking of being a rank other than Prisoner.

[Bathsheba]

[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=background,http://i37.tinypic.com/p60eo.png] Ice crackled upon the mud surface. Sheba could feel the chill against her paws until Fore's power made her toes numb. At least she couldn't feel the pain in her foot anymore. Sheba knew that she had probably broken it, but she had a one-track mind in regards to her escaping her temporary prison. She lurched forward and the frozen ground provided enough of a surface for her to push against. She went forward and gave a groan. She growled and then went ahead, full force this time. The iced ground broke around Sheba's paws. She finally freed herself and almost stumbled, but instead deeply bowed her head. Then, fiery eyes simmered with an intensity that gave her an angry look. She seemed pissed off that the soft earth was enough to get her stuck. Immediately, she wanted her Anthony. Eyes settled on Poseidon. He approached her, the pelt in his mouth. Immediately, her cinnabar-colored eyes glowed with happiness as worry escaped her in her sigh. "Poseidon? A prisoner? Ha! What a joke!" Her words held a quiet, but commanding tone. "A messenger..." Her eyes looked to Forestia, who was a witness to the quickness of Poseidon and also of his loyalty. The Empress gave a silent nod to her soldier for a job well done. "Forestia, Poseidon..." She bit her bottom lip as she staggered toward the den, "We're going back to the Snowhills. I'm injured; help me." And she limped, but couldn't put any weight on her hind leg. Her bad leg was made worse and she gave a sigh, not above asking for help. Already, her paw had swollen and was bruised.