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Exile.
Oct 14, 2009 22:45:50 GMT -5
Post by cinnabar on Oct 14, 2009 22:45:50 GMT -5
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OOC: No muse today D: Sorry for the crappy post!
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"No! No! I don't want to die! Leave me here! Stop chasing! Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry—"
The oddly-coloured wolf tore down the slope, skidding left and right on the loose, still-icy stones, frequently snapping his head back to glance at his pursuers. Each gaze upon the almost-rabid Lupus behind him sent a fresh wave of energy through his body. He cried out, almost continuously in uncontrolled fear, pleading and begging with his ex-packmates. Finally, as he tumbled off an outcrop and landed, somewhat winded, on flatter ground, they stopped.
"Stay away and don't come back, freak!" One spat contemptuously. The Lupus could only curl up in fright, eyes squeezed shut in a silent prayer, as his pursuers departed.
After a long time, Kreios finally decided to uncurl, carefully inspecting his surroundings before untangling himself. Everything seemed roughly fine to him; there was barely any sound above the whistling of a cold wind, and of what he could see around him, there was neither predator nor prey. The wolf fluffed up his fur to combat the cold, biting his lower lip pensively as he studied his options. Heading back into the valley where his pack lived was impossible. Finding another pack? None resided in the practical vicinity. He had seen lone wolves before, but they came from places far and wide. He certainly couldn't go there.
That left living alone or founding his own pack. The latter option was laughable; the former scared him. Krei took a few experimental steps forwards, treading on uncharted ground, and stood still, running a check on his surroundings. He tried to curb his mind from returning to the day's events, but what had happened, infinitely more painful than he could bear to recall, rushed forwards in a wave that threatened to swamp his sanity. With a whimper, the Lupus sat down and placed his snout on his forepaws, hoping for the memories to go away.
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Exile.
Oct 14, 2009 23:19:02 GMT -5
Post by Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny) on Oct 14, 2009 23:19:02 GMT -5
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"And hear, o hair of harrowing wind, that I am here. With mine one eyae ricklestein and gibbengabben bleck. For sure, I ask, as I enter where, wherefore can't I know where? My dearest Ecket! Where be he? Call now, if he be here."
The wind picked up and Bezdomny nodded, his antennae twitched. Being a Sennyo, he could always talk to the weather, the wind and expect a reply. No, he didn't control anything. If he did, then he wouldn't have been standing, shivering in snow that he was so blatantly incompatible to. His legginess and everything made him lose heat easily.
Bezdomny turned an empty eye to scan the area. A dot of bright pink popped up against the white. He strode carefully onwards, his graceful frame bobbing slightly with each rocking step.
He lowered his head and nuzzled the soft shape.
"And here is Warmth, which every bezdomny needs... Including I--Bezdomny!" The Sennyo shut his eyes and sighed. | |
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Exile.
Oct 14, 2009 23:40:45 GMT -5
Post by cinnabar on Oct 14, 2009 23:40:45 GMT -5
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OOC: --
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It was safe to say that Krei did not expect someone to nuzzle him.
With a yelp, the Lupus shot up nearly a metre into the air, eyes wide with shock. When the sight that greeted him was one of a (almost) totally alien creature, he could no longer control his instincts – the wolf bolted backwards, scrambling up a small scree and scraping a knee in the process, and then proceeded to run in circles, squeaking incoherently. It took nearly a minute for him to calm down and dare to take another look at the cause of his panic.
Yes, almost totally alien. Kreios thought he saw long legs, wings, and antennae – a combination that did nothing to allay his fears. It didn't help that the – the alien was practically towering over him. The Lupus was tempted to throw caution to the wind and run off into the white, hazy distance, but he held back and looked over the alien again with a mixture of caution and curiosity. It did not seem to want to eat him; in fact, it looked rather unbothered instead of ravenous, which was what most predators seemed to be at this altitude. Krei took a few cautious sniffs and identified a vague tinge of wolfishness in the alien's scent. Perhaps this was just a very, very messed up wolf?
Something nagged vaguely at his memory. Krei recalled, faintly, something about warmth and "bezdomny" (and what exactly is that, he might ask?) being said to him while he was inconveniently wrapped up in his thoughts. A dim, imaginary lightbulb sparked to life above his head. The alien must want somewhere warm; it seemed to shiver slightly in the cold. And the thing about "bezdomny" must be in another language that Krei did not speak. Tilting his head, the Lupus' inherent sympathetic nature took over from his fear, and he excused himself from the slope and approached the alien cautiously.
"Ah, sir, excuse me, or-or maybe madam, but would you be w-wanting somewhere w-warm? I do happpppppen to know a few small c-caves uphill from here, s-so if you wish to, you c-could follow me there…" He trailed off, remembering that he had just been chased off the same mountain he was proposing to lead the alien towards. Quite a problem it is. He would just have to be quiet and swift in his journey, Krei decided.
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Exile.
Oct 15, 2009 8:28:05 GMT -5
Post by Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny) on Oct 15, 2009 8:28:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/bezdomny1-1.png]Bezdomny as well jumped back, almost falling down due to the slippery ice that formed a hard shell upon the ground. He shivered, trembled, as he scrabbled awkwardly onto his tiny paws. Then, he shook his fur, dark amber eyes gleaming with an almost thought before dying away to the emptiness again.
Bezdomny shook his head, then stopped. His paws were completely numb by now. He started to shake his head again, but slowly. And he slowed down until he stopped again. Then, he vigorously nodded. "Yes, for Warmth, if I've died before I meet sweet Ecket, then he would be upset because I'll never find him." Then, he nudged the Lupus with a paw, "And you, why is it that for egrawl you have that stupid accent? You sound like your middled mind spread all over, dumped into this treachered ice." Bezdomny smiled warmly, as if he hadn't given a complete insult.
"Besides, my Warmth, have you the thought to realize that I know this land so-welll?" Bezdomny smiled, "Yes factfor, whichthen I can show you so-well as well." He nodded, his blue paws probably were blue to the skin as well with how cold he was. His wisp of a tail floated elegantly in the icy air.
He flicked an antenna, a frown marked his face before returning to the usual dopey smile. There was going to be snow. Bez could feel it. Perhaps this Lupus had the right idea to find a cave. Bezdomny tilted his head and gave a sigh.
But perhaps a rest is what I need to find dear Ecket... But thengen, a rest might let another moment slip from my fate...
And sothen, more years before Ecket.
Bezdomny turned a cautious eye to the Lupus. He felt a pang of loneliness affect him and realized that his forever-journey had left him thirsty for more companionship. | |
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Draugur
Children of Hvítur Ári
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Exile.
Oct 17, 2009 10:58:05 GMT -5
Post by Draugur on Oct 17, 2009 10:58:05 GMT -5
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He felt nothing. Nothing but the hard slam of the icy gales. Red eyes streaming with tears when he opened them. Hysterical laughter escaped his scratched throat. His laughing was on brink of screaming. He tried hard, so hard to fight against the winds as it pushed his chin upwards when he tried to look down. He won. What he saw was the earth rushing towards him, the ledge of the mountain was so, so far away from him. Free falling was his drug. His laughter eventually transformed into his screaming. Just few metres away from the earth, he struggled to open his massive wings. He halted so abruptly his neck hurts. Again, his dear wings hadn't failed him.
To him, life is to be won. If you lose, you die. The free falling was the perfect example of that theory. Many would stare and shake their heads whenever he did this. He would laugh and taunt at them. Draugur's body was inches away from the ground when the wings opened and swoop him away from the ground into the sky again. But the lack of air up there exhausted his wings, he dropped down again, crashing into the ground.
"...ouch," was all he can say, before his lips stretched into a large grin. His belly-up position was an interest to the circling raptors, he flipped himself, belly down. "I'm not dead yet," he shouted before muttering; "idiotic birds."
Thin whisper of voices reached his ears; something about warmth and Ecket. Warmth? Draugur was so cold, so cold that he can almost feel his blood freezing. He shuffled his paws, trying to stand up and explore. But the lack of ground for while up there caused his limbs to collapse. So instead he crawled. With each movement, he felt the strength seeping up to his legs until eventually he stood. Soon he saw a pink wolf and a long legged orange butterfly wolf thing.
"Brilliant!" Sarcasm. He hugged himself with his wings, trying in vain to keep himself warm. "What is this speak of warmth? I can see no warmth."
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Exile.
Oct 18, 2009 8:03:48 GMT -5
Post by cinnabar on Oct 18, 2009 8:03:48 GMT -5
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OOC: Sorry for the activity fail lately -- sister having exams. O:
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By now, Kreios' mouth was hanging wide open in shock as his mind tried, almost in vain, to comprehend exactly what the alien had just said. The first few sentences were rather easy to get a hold of; the alien seemed to be seeking another entity (Krei hoped he wasn't another alien) named Ecket. Or something like that.
But!
Following the prod at him, which the wolf tried desperately to avoid out of sheer instinct, whatever tumbled out of the alien's mouth seemed to be utter rubbish. Halfway through "for egrawl", Kreios was distracted by how similar the word sounded to "growl", and tried (and failed) to draw a link between the two. Upon reaching "middled", he twisted back and studied his flanks carefully, wondering where of his middle the alien was referring to. And he gave up completely at "treachered ice". Perhaps this is a good thing, as Krei was less than insulted by these sentences; in fact, he was rather mislead by the smile on the alien's face.
It wouldn't have made much of difference if he understood it, though. He wouldn't have expected anything but insults from most others.
Kreios failed to understand most of what the alien was saying, yes. But that did not prevent him from gleaning several facts, or so he thought, from the conversation: a) the alien did not seem to be dangerous, b) it had travelled far and wanted warmth, and c) it apparently thought he was "warmth". It did take him several seconds to synthesise that information, though, and when, with some difficulty, he managed to do so, Krei found the alien sighing and gazing at him. He immediately averted his own gaze, wondering about a way to broach the subject of gentling guiding the alien off uphill without seeming either traitorous to his own (ex-)pack or rude.
"Uh, yes, so, w-would you like to, um, take a rest before continuing on your j-journey to find Eckkkket?" Krei ventured cautiously. He was about to supplement his question with a reiteration of his previous idea before something stopped him short.
That something being a huge, white, terrifying bird-like creature, almost materialising out of empty air. For the second time in that day, Krei was sent into a panic as he dove, rather thoughtlessly, into a convenient pile of snow, yelping at the sudden cold – but also in fear. Dimly, he could hear the new creature's words: "… Of warmth? I can see no warmth."
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Exile.
Oct 18, 2009 10:35:02 GMT -5
Post by Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny) on Oct 18, 2009 10:35:02 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/bezdomny1-1.png] Butterfly wings desperately fluttered weakly upon Bezdomny’s back in a feeble attempt for warmth. His shape shivered like a windy leaf, shuddering before being picked off from the gray-brown stem and spinning to the ground until it joined the collage of autumntime sunset hues. His antennae softly vibrated with his chilled tremors. His long and lean body wasn’t made for the frigid mountain’s face. And the fast wind brought a few snowflakes in it, and salted Bezdomny’s vibrant fur with the icy glitter. He seemed to not even have heard Kreios’s stuttered question because he didn’t answer right away.
Instead, his left antennae gave a little twitch. Something was coming, Bezdomny could feel it and he thought it was going to be a gust of wind. His dark amber eyes flitted to the right, looking askance for some stranger to approach, but expecting that dear Ecket would come. And a white shape crawling upon the ground approach—getting stronger with each belly-stride until he stood squarely on four paws and out of his mouth jumped a sarcastic reply.
The white wolf’s red eyes sent shivers down Bezdomny’s spine, but he couldn’t help but wonder if this ghostly form , with wings and with a tuft-ended tail, was the form of Ecket. He knew that this albino wasn’t Ecket, but even Bezdomny was unsure as to the species of his dear friend. And Bezdomny didn’t understand sarcasm. Instead, he tilted his head, “Oh yes, yes.” He hopped next to the pink wolf, his long limbs collapsed under him as he did so and the Sennyo looked bewildered. The cold was getting to him.
Still, he lifted a shivering paw. “This is Warmth. And together, Bezdomny and Warmth, a pair also known by me as I and he, will find Warmth. I shall spickle speckle lead and he shall pickle peckle follow. I know every way, surefor!” And he lifted his cold body, wavering like a candle flame in the wind—orange and weak.
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Draugur
Children of Hvítur Ári
Former High Chief[M:-45][A:2] [SG:0]
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Exile.
Oct 18, 2009 11:41:55 GMT -5
Post by Draugur on Oct 18, 2009 11:41:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,438,true] | [atrb=background,http://i38.tinypic.com/32zl25e.png]He just stood there and stared at the strange butterfly wolf thing. He watched the couple thing on its head flickering at all directions, just like butterfly's. The small shout came from the pink wolf beside the butterfly-beast thing. He leapt for a small mound of soft snow. He wrinkled his nose, a bit grimly. His appearance must be a fright for the pink wolf, or he just startled him. "No fear. I am no demon of ice or likes." Thin cover of sarcasm lined his words again. "Oh yes, yes." The orange wolf exclaimed before reducing into a collapsed heap.
What a strange pair. Draugur must be off his mind if he asked them for the precious warmth. He just sighed faintly, obviously they were cold too, and useless. The orange long-legged wolf muttered about Bezdomny and warmth. "W-what?!" He stuttered; what the hell was this wolf talking about? Shaking his head, he exclaimed, a bit irritated "Look! This wolf is shivering." He jerked his head to the cowering wolf. "To be honest, I actually don't think sitting around, shivering is going to find you warmth." He tutted, "You said you know the way," At least I think he said that, he thought for the wolf was talking in ways that he didn't understand, "then go on. Show us, then." From what he saw, he didn't think the orange wolf and the pink wolf would survive the cold if they didn't get up and warm up. He limped a bit towards them. "You're freezing, aren't you." It was a statement rather a question; so he unwrapped the wings from his body and tried to cover the couple bodies of the wolves. He scowled, he didn't like using his wings for others' uses, but he would take that over having them die from the coldness.
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