Uninhibited -OPEN-

[Xiomara]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/xback-Copie.jpg] "Speaking" A fierce snarl ripped through the plains, echoing into the distance, the sound of what was rage and hatred pinned together to create a volatile combination. Deep into the orchard a crow flew, glancing below him at the large shape of a foreboding wolf sulking in the shadows of the fruit trees. The day was nearing its end and deep shadows of distorted proportions shaded the orchard, the sky dark grey and blue with the fading light. Against such a barren lighting the land seemed terribly cold and gray, though it was seasonably warm outside, and animals seemed to scatter, leaving the territory as the winds began to pick up. The trees began to groan and creek in the rising winds and the clouds flew in the air, bringing with them great rolling deep purple formations as the air filled with the smell of moisture. Small rumbles of thunder echoed in the distance, threatening and hanging over the plains like a warning. The crow passed by, now in a hurry to reach shelter before the storm hit, letting out a warning caw to the odd creature below him; flee. The yagi did not respond, the storm did not frighten her if anything she would welcome the impending danger. The tall female sulked through the whimpering orchard, charcoal black fur darkened by the sky as her terribly sharp steel gray eyes threw daggers at her surroundings. She was in a foul mood, a common occurrence through her past as the murder of her brothers loomed over her head. Tossing her forest green mane angrily she growled deep from within her throat as she paced up the length of the fruit tree forest. The land about her appeared to have been formed straight from an ancient civilization, as though gods themselves had graced the terrain with their presence many moons ago. However it was left unnoticed by the angered wolf that was at war with herself. Left too long without purpose and drive her mind had fallen back to old patterns that had weaved deep and irreparable gouges on her conscience. Xiomara was without a goal, open to inner destruction that would sooner than later reflect upon her actions and once again she would be cursed and feared for the pull was too strong to resist. Flashes of the past burst vividly through her mind, the happiness of finally being united with her mate, the terror she had felt upon hearing his call, the sheer brutal violence she had exhibited when she had found her brothers, the twinges of satisfaction at seeing their bodies plunge to their death and the deep, painstaking agony that had swept through her body like a hungry wild fire. Brusquely Xiomara turned to rake her antlers violently down a trunk in rapid succession, tearing the bark to shreds as she proceeded to slam her body against it. She just wanted the thoughts to leave her be in the mind numbing comfort of a bland abyss for surely no feelings were better than the profoundly disturbing ones she know lived with? Snarls of self loathing echoed in her throat as she stabbed as the tree with her thick and long sabres, sharp claws raking mercilessly at the ground. It was no good; no amount of destruction could ever rid her of the rage, grief, self-hatred and terrible sadness that had its disgusting grip upon her. A burning desire to place blame on something or someone for this curse seethed in her conscience, blatantly urging her to unleash years of anger on something that would bleed out the pain she felt. She had betrayed all that she was supposed to be by seeking vengeance for her mate, the deaths of her brothers stained her soul eternally and there would be no repentance for her. Struggling to grasp onto some king of sanity she howled at the skies, the wind whipping her fur into a frenzy in response. Xiomara had been travelling with Cypress, her one last tie to sanity in many ways for left to her own devices surely she would face self-destruction and then Wonderwhy might know a most dangerous foe for a being without hope was one that would not fear death, and so consequences would have little to no effect on their conscience. The Empire had been one of the last threads tying her to good faith and purpose, but it had dissolved and somehow she felt as though part of the failure rested upon her shoulders as second in command. But she grew tired of having to consistently fight herself, trying to break free and lend needed help was taxing at best. She neither fit anywhere else, but yet if she remained alone she would no doubt perish and fall prey to the darkness that sought to eat her from the inside out. On the worst of days it seemed more logical to abandon reason and let it take over, surrendering and falling into the comforting abyss. Death was not an option, she would not die though if she gave in it would be best that someone deal the blow swiftly and with all due haste. X i o m a r a 's . S o n g

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[Laracal]

Laracal flinched slightly as a screeching snarl ripped through her ears, and tore them apart. Ow! As she looked off in the direction of the sound, a soft wind billowed through her fur, making the plants on her back shiver. It took her a while before she could make out what exactly she was staring at; all it looked like was a large black blob.

There was a horned wolf here! She took an apprehensive step back; she'd never met one of those before. I think I'll follow her. She slipped amongst folliage, becoming nearly invisible. Laracal then proceded to track the black she-wolf. She moved so perfectly- with every gust of wind, so her pelt simple disintegrated into ground, never to be seen again. She smirked to herself, very proud of this skill she'd aquired through sheer talent and a grueling training regimine she'd set up as a pup to keep her brain busy.

This wolf...the look in her eyes! Like she was going to kill you, just for breathing. T-t-those horns...they look so big!

"H-hello, who are you?" My, oh my, what a large wolf She remarked to herself, she easily towered over tiny Laracal. She'd wanted to ask, really, is if this lonely-looking wolf was alright- but that might make her angry. Best not to say anything, and let things play out

[Xiomara]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/xback-Copie.jpg] "Speaking" Feeling rather indisposed to pleasantries and quite lost in a gutless rage with no end, Xiomara might simply have ended up impaling the other wolf on her horns without realizing her actions until it was far too late. However, as fortune would have it she did not and when a voice spoke out to her the female paused her angered rant, head swivelling to glance at this wolf that had dared to brave her wrath and address her during a rather unusual display on the large wolf`s part. The wind came to whip her mane about her face in a fierce manner, glossy forest green strands flying about her markings as time stood still while she tried to calm her rage and anger enough to be able to reply without causing undue fear for what appeared to be a rather petite kukkien. It would but take a couple well aimed stomps from Xiomara to cause the other wolf trouble, and maybe deep down she was convinced that it was in her to do such a thing for a wolf that could murder family, no matter the circumstances, surely must have some killer instincts. It did not behoove her to admit to such a weakness of character, she was repulsed by such beings and so having to admit that she must also be one tore her up inside, ripping apart the fibers of her beings and evoking such vivid feelings that Xiomara was left quite unsure how to cope with them. Her cold steely eyes gazed solemnly at the other female, judging what might have caused the other female to approach her. Well damned if I know, thought the yagi, but if I remain still much longer she will think me dead. Sighing she lowered her head and gave it a clearing shake, pushing back some of the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her being. Speaking up she said in a mildly tired voice, “I am Xiomara, and just whom braves the wrath of a yagi in such a matter, you are either foolhardy or too genuine to fear retribution for the disruption. Perhaps I am to thank you, for without interruption maybe the consequences might not have been as welcome as your presence...” She had always been prey to such thoughts, only since the day she had murdered her brothers and lost her mate, but since her stay in the Enclave they seemed to demand more attention and release. The Alpha of that pack was a noteworthy fellow, and though Xiomara had been disgusted by the way the pack had operated she had felt some admiration for Ahote. It had not been her fault that it was the season of heat, and his voice that had even appeased the rage within her if but for a moment had been enough to elicit desire within her being. The last time she had mated was with her own chosen mate, the night before he had died and nothing had come of the joining and Xiomara sincerely hoped that her one moment of release with Ahote would generate the same results. She was ashamed of having fallen prey to her basic instincts, those that demanded to be satisfied by one that was stronger and more adept and during that heated moment she had expressed as much fierceness as she did in her everyday life. The yagi could not say she had not enjoyed the encounter, no it was nice to have that part of her finally satisfied even if the mating between the two powerful beings had been mildly violent, but she did regret mingling in with the Alpha of another pack. Having kept quiet she had not conferred her actions with Cyrpess, it was a matter best left to its own devices and it would not happen again. Now she was fully ready to continue on, she had not attachment to the other yagi and they both had used one another to satisfy themselves and relieve some tension. X i o m a r a 's . S o n g

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[Laracal]

"Hello Xiomara." She said, a tinge of respect dripped into her voice, some coolness, with some sweetness. Laracal let herself drift a bit mentally from the acerbic-sounding she-wolf. The sky was clear today. Just like that day...

She was six months old, just now having her first hunt. It was the promised hunt from Papa. "Tomorrow" he had said, and this time, he wasn't lying.

Hunting had seemed so boring that day, all that waiting around. She'd sat around for hours, bored out of her mind. And then she saw the jackrabbit.

Quickly, now, she pounced, her sharp teeth crashing down on the pitiful creatures throat. It was all over in a minute. She'd walked up to Papa, tail wagging, so proud of her little accomplishment.

She fondly recalled that day. That was the day she truly became a wolf.

For a while she simply listened to the sounds and calls of nature. The birds sang their little songs, and every once in a while she glanced over at her companian, who was lost in memories all her own.

And they sat in companionable silence for quite some time before Laracal spoke once more.

"Xiomara," She said, feeing somewhat closer to this wolf because of this shared wonderland surrounding. "I'd like to be your friend." She felt a bit awkward as soon as the words left her lips. She felt her face grow hot. But, its not like she could really, just take the words bakc could she?

[Xiomara]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/xback-Copie.jpg] "Speaking" Xiomara blinked in shock, what the devil was this? A kukkien, for there was no doubt this wolf could be no other, was asking a yagi to be their friend. It was comical; did this female have any idea who Xiomara was? Frankly the kukkien might have just offered her friendship to a psychopath murderer and that was disturbing in concept. The yagi felt compelled to knock some sense into the wolf, she was gruff and straight forward but generally others interpreted it as being aggressive. Frowning, the hint of an amused and bewildered smirk hinted at the corners of her maw, she could always humour the kukkien, they weren`t exactly the longest lived species so perhaps they needed to get all the friends they could while they could... Noting dryly she said, “Seems like that might be skipping a couple steps, wouldn’t you say? How`s about we start with your name then see what goes from there.” She wasn`t declining the offer, hell if anything Xiomara could use another friend or two to add to her blatantly sparse relations, but all the same, she wasn`t prepared to jump full into such a status without even knowing a person. The sky had begun to clear slowly and now a faint rosy glow swelled in the clouds, the wind still blowing in its attempt to clear the rest of the whole mess up and in the distance the returning sound of busy birds reached Xiomara`s ears. Well wasn`t that quaint? All the same the clouds seemed determined to have their way and tiny droplets of water began to fall, a light midday shower and raising her powerful head to the sky she decided that perhaps heading towards some shelter would be preferable, though she had never minded the rain herself. A nearby fruit tree stood tall and regal, its age showing in its bark and long drooping leaves. At the base of the tree was a small hollow in the ground, forming an almost nest like formation under the leaves and she gingerly moved into the area, trying not to tangled her great silver antlers in the branches. That was the issue with her natural armour, it seemed to get easily tangled and could be a source of annoyance of many occasions, however they were powerful tools in combat, and she could use them to spear her opponent from greater distances. And of course if that was ineffective her long saber fangs that extended menacingly from her maw would server skin without much trouble. Moving over she left room for the kukkien to join her, the other female was of no threat unless she was carrying poisonous plants along her back and at such a close proximity all Xiomara would have to do is turn around and stab her. Lucky for the kukkien Xiomara wasn`t the type to go around randomly attacking innocent beings, though blood certainly did taint her soul, but such a matter was best left hidden away in her mind for the moment. “So, you a traveller or are you a pack wolf ? `Fraid circumstance would have it that I am a Rogue...” Rogues were those wolves that had proven their worth and could live on their own without difficulty, they were often driven and followed their own paths. Loners on the other hand were creatures that made it through the wilderness in a meek manner, no purpose, not having the right skills to fend for themselves and were usually the ones that predators of all types picked off. Generally Xiomara`s impressive and fearsome appearance was enough of a deterrent to keep others from bothering her, and wouldn`t you know it , for once appearance was a reflection of character. X i o m a r a 's . S o n g

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