Suddenly I See (OPEN)

[lyta]

(OOC: I have no idea where this thread's going, I'm just bored, so I want somebody to either attack her, befriend her, fall in love with her, try and convince her to betray her pack, tell her not to commit suicide, eat her, attempt to push her off the cliff, yell at her to get off the land, WHATEVER. I don't care, I'm just bored and this popped into my head, so somebody come along and do whatever you like, really.)

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/jaf9rq.png] Lyta scrabbled at the rock, the harsh wind howling in her ears. It was amazingly cold, more cold than she thought she'd ever felt before in her life. Not even the time she'd climbed the Guardian volcano during an intense snowstorm during her training came close to this. Her fur was fluffed up against the driving, swirling, icy air- but it was no use; it just went straight through her fur and then straight through her. She finally caught the edge of the ledge with her paw, and with a display of strength that would have impressed anybody who could've seen through the falling snow and low visibility, threw herself onto the flat bit of rock. She rested there for a few moments, panting, but she quickly closed her mouth and breathed through her nose again; the intense freeze stabbed at her lungs. It hurt, a lot. She'd heard of wolves that had died from conditions like these. Nevertheless, she pushed onwards. From here, it was a few ledges and a leap and there she was. The very summit of the mountain; possibly the highest place in all the lands. She looked back, and there it was; right on the horizon, far from the territories of the packs around here, was the volcano she'd once lived on. It was impossible to tell it was a volcano from here; indeed, it was just a tiny, tiny smudge on the horizon. But it was there. She'd hoped it would be. Lyta took a deep breath despite the pain and opened her eyes, and suddenly she was there, back there; if she ignored the fact that her feet rested on stone, not bark, this could be the Lookout Tree near the old tunnels; the volcano was further away here than it had been there, but her memories were fuzzed enough for it to not make much difference. Suddenly, for a few seconds, she was 'Lyta asi Shazin asi Nayene asi Rothexi mirlana siros Kaeswyn laen hyr To-ichi Masirhla Myenae Vrin'saria kurini maeling ni hyrhe hyr Saene Michana di Roseara hilelth mareis konosai hidenari' again. She shook her head, but the vision wouldn't go away. Suddenly she was seeing it all so clearly; it had been such a tangled mess, it was still haunting her. She still thought like a Guardian, hating cripples, thinking her fighting skills were invincible, looking down on those lower ranked. Not that there were any wolves ranked lower than her in the Cadre; she was a mere Subordinate. She was just a messed up wolf with her mind stuck in the past, worse than the Echoes, with a load of stupid prejudices and superstitions that didn't belong here, who was too used to high rank and diligent ceremony to ever accept her new position and life. She was completely useless, pointless, and there was nowhere- absolutely nowhere- she belonged. Lyta hesitated, looking down at the sharp rocks below. It would be so easy. So what was stopping her? She didn't know. She didn't know anything about herself really, whether she was brave or kind or loyal or cowardly or nasty or backstabbing. She'd never had her emotions tested, so even if she thought she valued courage and was oh-so-honourable, she'd never know. Well, she had. But that was a long time ago, and she knew in her heart of hearts that she'd changed beyond belief. So why am I still the same? Stuck in the past? In some misguided belief that if I climb up to some ledge and look at the volcano, I can be a Guardian again? She had no idea, really, about anything. Suddenly she saw that she knew nothing. The only thing she knew was that she knew nothing. She looked down at the rocks again, and sighed. She couldn't do that. But what could she do? It was so hard. She had no idea what to do, or even why she needed to do anything; she had joined a pack, and there wasn't anybody who had tried to murder her, and there wasn't an awful great big problem, unless you counted the fact she was considering suicide. She needed somebody to turn up. Maybe she'd tell them everything. Maybe she'd try and wear the mask again, act 'normal'. All she knew was that she knew nothing. And whatever it was she didn't know, she was going to find out. She swore that to herself, there and then. Then she waited for something to happen. If she didn't know what to do, she'd let the world decide for her.

[isoldephine]

ooc: Unfortunately for you, Isoldephine is the only one of my characters I think would travel up the mountain for no real reason.

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[atrb=background,http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq254/Eldarwen5/Wonder%20Why/Tables/IsolMid.png] Isoldephine loved the freedom she had in the mafia. She was part of a pack, they were her allies and yet despite that she could still live as a loner from time to time, even within the pack lands she could wander undisturbed. Then of course she had met Kid, it was that latest meeting between her and her fellow associate that had encouraged her to set off and take a break. Technically she was supposed to be spying, but she would after a walk. Exploring, as much as she disliked the term, far to overused in her own opinion, came naturally to her. She could travel where ever she pleased and still be in perfect comfort; beneath the beating sun in the desert or here climbing the snowy mountain peaks. It was all the same to her. Yet at the same time there was a complete difference now. She'd come to accept the jungle as a sort of home, yet knew deep in her mind it was areas like this she would always long for. The Lupus wasn't particuarly sentimental, but the cold conditions were where she belonged, her body reminded her of that constantly. Now she revelled in the feeling of the snow and ice beneath her paws, the familiar feel of the biting wind, though it lacked the icy cold touch. She had no reason to be up the the mountain now, but as she had passed it, the snowy peaks had beckoned her and she couldn't say no. She knew no pack resided there now, though she could recall a time when she had travelled here and the mountains had belonged to a pack. They were hers now. She had no claim really, she was part of a pack anyway, but the bitter conditions were too homely for her to really think otherwise. She clambered along, perfectly happy, at peace with herself until she spotted a red shape further ahead. Her red eyes narrowed and she stiffened slightly, glaring at the other wolf. It appeared that her quiet time was about to be disturbed. Her face wiped again and she continued onwards towards the shape of the wolf, her own fur blending in so much better than the lyxxus'. "What brings you up here?" She questioned, voice confident and clear once she reached ear shot of the lyxxus. She hadn't wanted company, though now she had it, she planned on having a bit of fun.

[lyta]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/jaf9rq.png] Lyta looked up with a shock as she heard the voice of another wolf. "What brings you up here?" the wolf asked. Lyta looked down at her paws, and decided to answer honestly. "I don't know. Well... I do. Sort of." She looked at the mountain in the distance, and slowly it began to come out of her, finally unravelling, out in the open, completing the circle and opening the door to let her out. "You see that mountain? Right in the distance, far beyond the lands you have probably travelled in or among? That is... well, that used to be, the place where the Guardians and the Flame Runners lived, and fought, and died, and I-" Her throat closed up; what was she doing? Saying all that to a complete stranger? What made her think the white wolf was interested? What made her think it was in any way intelligent to go pouring out her innermost secrets to somebody who had the faint scent, through the snow, of... The Mafia? The door in her mind slammed closed. She threw her barriers up again. She was not, notgoing to go telling everything to some person from the Mafia. Most likely this wolf would try and eat her, or something. She tried to keep casual, cool and calm and collected. "So, what about you? What are you doing up here?"

[isoldephine]

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[atrb=background,http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq254/Eldarwen5/Wonder%20Why/Tables/IsolMid.png] Already things were rather amusing. This pathetic wolf was going to spill out all of her troubles. She kept her mask on, a neutral face as she turned her head to eye the lands that she was pointing to in the distance. Now to continue with her act, she shook her head sadly at the story and looked back towards the lyxxus, a faux sympathetic look on her face. "Oh dear, those poor wolves. Poor you." She responded, her words sounded genuine, concerned even though she didn't mean a single word of it. Sadly for her though, the lyxxus hushed herself, ending the pitiful life tale she had begun to share, just as things could have gotten interesting. Oh dear, she would have to try a different approach perhaps. Instead, the wolf had recovered herself and questioned her on her own story. A part of her was tempted to mimic the pathetic tale of the lyxxus, spill some crap about family and lost lives the general sob story it seemed. She decided against the mocking ways though, choosing a slightly more honest approach, for once. "I like it here." That was indeed the truth. "The views are lovely after all, and even the snow is once you get used to it." Mentally she laughed at herself, commenting on the views. It had nothing to do the views but all the same she sounded truthful again, as though she meant what she was saying.

[lyta]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/jaf9rq.png] OOC: ARGH! My RP post WAS here, but I accidentally hit Modify instead of Quote (I was quoting my own post to get the table without having to look for it in the Art board, if anybody wants to know). So my RP post is no longer here, and I'm very annoyed because I can't recover it. I won't delete the message, though; it serves as a placeholder and a reason why there is no RP post here. Sorry!

[isoldephine]

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[atrb=background,http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq254/Eldarwen5/Wonder%20Why/Tables/IsolMid.png] Isoldephine was certainly happy with the way things were going, the lyxxus was buying every word she said. Her red eyed gaze looked away again, out over the lovely view, continuing carefully with every part of her act. She continued to stare out at the world until the lyxxus began to ramble again, talking of her home again. Again Isoldephine felt a small wave of pleasure, she had managed to get back onto that topic with no struggle whatsoever, the lyxxus had brought it up all on her own. She was certainly intrigued by the words of the wolf though. So she enjoyed fights, it was a rather interesting thing to take note of really, and could lead to a somewhat humorous event taking place. It had been a while since she'd caused a bit of trouble. The next question was a shock though, her scent although faint did tell that she was of a pack, not just any pack but the mafia. How much could the wolf tell from her scent, was she aware of the mafia? Isoldephine found she had two choices, she could cut to the fun earlier than planned or continue playing the innocent wolf. She was tempted by the latter actually, though the first won. End Scene. It was time to come out of character. "The thing with my pack is, we don't always need something to fight for. Sometimes we have other's reasons, but who needs a reason at all?" She responded, stepping closer to the lyxxus now. Unfortunately it was already cold here, would have been nice to scare her a little more with her powers.

[lyta]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/jaf9rq.png] Lyta glanced into the wolf's eyes and suddenly it clicked. Springing back from the cliff's edge, she fell swiftly into her best Guardian-trained fighting stance. Her Lyxxus vision seemed to sharpen as she concentrated on her senses, watching the other wolf. Waiting for the smallest movement that would indicate the white wolf about to move. Slowly, she sank deeper into the stance, knees bent, weight low, shuffling her paws subtly for the best grip on the rock. She winced as her now-unsheathed claws, instead of digging firmly into earth or grass, only scraped against the rock. The snow was swirling all around her. It was so cold, still so cold. And so on the mountaintop, peering through the snow, Lyta waited, tense and freezing, for what she thought was about to come; an attack.

[isoldephine]

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[atrb=background,http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq254/Eldarwen5/Wonder%20Why/Tables/IsolMid.png] Isoldephine gave a little laugh, the sound ringing out loud and cutting through the wind. Oh yes she had probably made the right choice, although it would have ended up going down this path sooner or later. The lyxxus may have been typically swifter due to her small graceful size, but here Isoldephine was truly in her element, she had grown up dealing with the snow and ice beneath her paws and even though it had been a while she still had brilliant balance upon it. She grinned as she took another step closer, snapping threateningly at the air. The lyxxus still wasn't in reach though, the lupus was simply toying with her. "You know what, I suppose I owe you an apology, you see I'm not really here for the view." She teased, she hadn't come here for the red wolf originally, but it could be her reason now, just to scare the wolf a little more. "I'm here for you." If she did make it out of this alive, now perhaps she'd spend her time wondering who wanted her dead.

[lyta]

(OOC: Had an idea; if you want to, Isodelphine can capture Lyta and drag her back to the Mafia as a prisoner, that could link in to this plotso that Lyta could persuade Rica to 'escape', fun all around. What says you? Also ignore Lyta thinking she's a better fighter, Isodelphine does have the advantage, Lyta's just being arrogant. Typical Lyta.)

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/jaf9rq.png] Lyta flicked her ears as the wolf spoke. She assumed that, like herself, the only reason anybody would speak in a situation like this would be to distract the other wolf- and she absolutely refused to be distracted. Her grace and agility would hopefully give her the advantage on this slippery slope, as well as her fighting style, which involved more strong balance and less rushing around than others. She thought she would win the fight easily enough, but the cliff nearby was a hazard; either wolf could plunge to their doom there. Maybe she should have been more careful what she wished for with all those thoughts of suicide. She checked every aspect of her stance; it was utterly perfect. She was ready. Normally, she wouldn't have the stupidity to attack first; she excelled at counters, and relied heavily on that strength. But now, her confidence and courage, like a fire blown into roaring life by the winds of her mind's chaos, pushed her one step too far into sheer recklessness. Snarling, she leapt for the other wolf, both paws extended with claws unsheathed.

[isoldephine]

((It's a pretty far way to force someone to travel, that and she doesn't have a reason to capture her. With the fight she is just after a bit of fun.))

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[atrb=background,http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq254/Eldarwen5/Wonder%20Why/Tables/IsolMid.png] Isoldephine wasn't using the words as a distraction, just a way in which she could taunt the smaller female. Whether the lyxxus listened or not, she didn't mind too much though she did mind however when the fight began before she was fully prepared for it. Fortunately a large enough distance had been left to allow her a bit of thinking time, and she moved to the side, attempting to dodge the attack. Not quick enough, one clawed paw scratched the side of her muzzle. The lyxxus didn't actually have her full attention however, noticing that a patch of snow had turned to ice beneath her paws. Very odd. She forced herself to ignore it for now though and continued with the fight. She turned to face the lyxxus, lips curling into a snarl as a growl sounded in her throat. Now was her turn to advance, jaws open as she aimed to snap against the side of the lyxxus closest to her. It was the most exposed area at that moment, considering the manoeuvres each wolf had taken and the games were over now, there was no messing around.

[lyta]

(Mmmmkay then.)

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/jaf9rq.png] Lyta smiled slightly as she succeeded, feeling her claws tear into the side of the other wolf's muzzle. She didn't think she'd inflicted much damage, but every wound she could give her would help. Lyta was smaller, and now that the fight had started, she could see that the other wolf was far more confident on the slippery surface than she was. She slipped, moving out of the way. The other wolf snapped at her side and Lyta felt the teeth go deep into her fur. She stumbled, slipped on the patch of ice and fell over. She couldn't stay down, or she'd die. As quickly as she could, she leapt to her feet and jumped at the other wolf again; with no other advantages, the only one she could press was her aggression, the way she never let up. She assumed the other wolf wasn't as well educated as she was. Lyta was sure she was the only Guardian-trained wolf here, and that should mean that nobody apart from her would know how to turn and twist and send her flying off the edge. Even so, though, her knowledge that such things were possible made her wary, and her leap was not as committed as it should have been.

[isoldephine]

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[atrb=background,http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq254/Eldarwen5/Wonder%20Why/Tables/IsolMid.png] She gained more distance, moving slightly as the lyxxus slid over, her own paws familiar to the terrian moved with seeming ease, though she was careful to dodge the ice that she had formed beneath her paws a moment ago. It wasn't over a fear of slipping as the Lyta had done though, no her reasoning was simply that there wasn't any. There hadn't been ice there, and now there was. Lyta leapt again and Isoldephine growled lightly with annoyance, did this damn red thing have to bounce all over the place? She was worse than a pup, least those little terrors didn't injure her but this lyxxus was trying to. This time though, Isoldephine rose to meet her, knowing it was unlikely that the lyxxus would be able to hold the weight of a lupus. Teeth attacked again, aiming this time for the other wolf's neck. Beneath her paws though she could again feel the ice forming, and although she wasn't aware of it, it spread out further this time, attempting to get under the paws of Lyta as well. Without even realising it, Isoldephine was tapping into the powers she didn't know she had, just like how they had first begun to show when she had strayed from her home territory. The fact hadn't yet occurred to her though, and she simply tried to remain concentrated on the fight.

[lyta]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/jaf9rq.png] Lyta grinned inwardly as the wolf rose to meet her. Exactly what she wanted, every time she started a fight. For the other wolf to come forwards, with all their weight, relying on sheer size or power. She adjusted her leap at the last second and slid underneath the wolf, swiping her back legs from under her. Twisting under the other wolf, Lyta tried her standard flip technique, but the wolf was too heavy; it sort of worked, halfway. Lyta felt the wolf slide off, where she didn't know- she jolly well hoped they'd fallen off the cliff, though- then she herself collapsed. Sliding on the ice- now where did that come from?- she scrabbled with her claws for a hold, just preventing herself from sliding off the feet. Struggling to her paws, she looked round through the constant snow, trying to work out where the other wolf was. But she was dizzy, and if they came at her from behind, she was so dead.

[isoldephine]

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[atrb=background,http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq254/Eldarwen5/Wonder%20Why/Tables/IsolMid.png] Teeth met thin air as the smaller wolf fidgeted beneath her. She could feel paws pressing against her underside, the claws were uncomfortable in that, though neither the strength nor the sharp pricks were enough to force her to move, instead Isoldephine willingly ventured, playing with the Lyxxus as she rolled off, careful to avoid the edge that she knew was close by. She was quick to be fully in control again though, on her paws and carefully circling around the ice as Lyta slipped upon in. If she knew that she had caused that herself, Isoldephine would have been relishing in the moment as the Lyxxus struggled to regain her balance and bearings. With a grin, she was in motion, hoping to have her attack landed and backed away again before the wolf could work out what was happening around her. She approached from behind as Lyta had feared, though slightly to the side, in any normal event Isoldephine knew that the cunning eyes of this little wolf probably would have spotted her rather swiftly, now though she was dizzy and the Lupus knew she had an advantage. She aimed a bite for the wolf's neck; if successful, she hovered for longer, teeth ripping into the flesh and clamping for a moment before releasing and backing off once more, if she'd missed she was back away again before the lyxxus could fully react.

[lyta]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/jaf9rq.png] Fury shot through the red Lyxxus' veins. She was being beaten, and that hadn't happened in years. A surge of energy pulsed through her, flushing out the cold. I am not going to lose. Fighting back tiredness and dizziness, she rolled to the side, attempting to get back onto her feet and back in the fight. That possibly saved her life as she felt the other wolf's teeth snap together an inch from her side. She realised the other wolf had been approaching from behind and to the side. The other wolf was back away again, giving Lyta little time to react. The cold slowed her lightning-fast reflexes, whereas normally she could have countered. As it was, she fell back on an old technique taught to her years ago; as the wolf drew back, she rolled onto her feet and sprung. The wolf's own momentum from her retreat sent her flying back against the rock. Most wolves would be stunned, but Lyta hung back carefully just in case. Breathing heavily, she did not allow herself to celebrate just yet. She, better than most people, knew a fight had never been won until her opponent was dead. If she was to hurt somebody, it had better be severe enough that she needn't fear their vengeance. With this in mind, she leapt after the wolf, landing just within reach and lunging for them. If she hit, as she was confident she would, her teeth would sink deep into her opponent's back leg.