S.age
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Post by S.age on Sept 14, 2008 20:46:52 GMT -5
Drip, drip, drip.
The small droplets of water slithered off the leaves of the trees above me. I watched as they fell to there doom below. The earth greeted the drops with an almost egger reaction as it hungrily absorbed the liquid into itself. How I wondered what those drops would have tasted like. The moisture that would have rolled across my tongue and eased the dry pain in my throat. But I guess I would never know eh? I’m not one to go licking at the ground to try and obtain some liquid from the heavens. But then again, weren’t the heavens supposed to be of the greatest reward? But did I really deserve anything… My life has never shown a sliver of kindness to my lean body nor my shattering soul. I was breaking. And I knew it.
I parted my full lips to take in a swift breath of air. I could taste the cool earth on my tongue, the bark from the trees, the moisture in the air and above all my own scent. The air weaved its way around each tooth and then pressed against the back of my throat. I could feel my chest rise as the air inflated me lungs and sent a relief through my form. I sighed then. Annoyance briefly took over my mind and clouded my judgment so a moment. But then a new scent swept over to me, something warm and sweet. I could feel my tongue gliding against my soft lips as the saliva was spread across them. I only now became aware of the twisting ache that was haunting my stomach.
I guess you could call me uncivilized or feral. But hay it’s part of my nature of being a Were. The best of man and the best of beast. Yes I am about to go hunt some poor innocent animal who might have a family and might be trying to feed like 20 offspring and a mate, but hay what ever I’m hungry. I lifted my agile body from the ground with such ease that you could have thought I was simply dancing. Maybe I was. I became erect easily, my spine straight and my head up. I was alert, I was ready. And man was I hungry. But the question was. Did I want to hunt like a human? And possible ruin the dress that was currently covering my torso and my upper legs? Nah, why not have some fun.
I couldn’t remember the last time I was a wolf. I couldn’t remember how it felt to have the wind combing my hair with its invisible fingers, or how the earth felt under my padded paws and razor sharp claws. But most of all I couldn’t remember how it felt to run, to be free. I almost crazed that feeling more then this hungry that was currently making me make very odd faces. I sighed once more. Man was sighing becoming an annoying habit, and habits die pretty dang hard these days.
I brought up my left hand and ran my fingers through my curly hair. I could feel the soft fibers as they slide against my skin. I was curious to which hue was currently dominant in my hair. I wondered if the copper-red was the more noticeable shade. But once I pulled the hair into my face I was disappointed to find the indigo hue was indeed splashed across my hair and tainting it’s deep brown colorings. But before I could complain my stomach decided that it could talk and started growling at me as if it was angry. I growled myself. It was a horrid sound, a feral one. The growl rumbled in my chest before ripping it’s way out of my throat and snarling out of my lips. If you were watching me you would probably think I’m insane right? Well ok then, how about you just close your eyes and not watch me. Deal? Ah forget it, I probably am insane.
I peered around from under my long black lashes as they kissed my cheeks when I blinked. Well at least my lashes love me. But then, in one graceful step, my body was forward in a lunge as my pools closed. Everything became dark as I let my leg muscles flex under my body weight. One. Two. Three. Oh forget four I’m going to five! I jumped forward, my body slicing through the air as if a hot knife through butter. I could feel the air move smoothly against my silkily skin. It was all coming back to me. The memories. But not the ones I wanted. I could suddenly smell the steel… the iron… the leather and deadly magic the slayers had. The fire was once more burning my nose and I could hear the angry barks behind me.
I was half transformed when I was flung against the ground. I had stopped myself mid-jump and let my body collapse. Why… Why was the ground moving so violently? Oh wait. That’s me. I couldn’t feel my hands as I tried to move. I noticed one eye was partly colorblind and the other was vivid, almost like hawk vision really. Well I was guessing that it was hawk vision. I recoiled into myself then, shifting fully into my wolf form now. My multi-colored pelt was warm and a comfort to my cold human body. I felt stronger, deadlier and freer in my wolf state. So I natural started to calm down. But then as soon as my human mind was calm my wolf mind just had to start freaking out, my previous human hungers were all so gone. I felt weaker in a sense to. You know when you run for like 10 days straight? Well I guess not… I heard humans couldn’t do that. But anyways eh… Work with me. Let’s say humans can. Well image the burn in your muscles and the aching in your lungs from not stopping. Now add the pain of being bucked off my a stallion. That’s how I felt. Kind of. I was so out of it. I had forgotten how strongly this form had a affect on my mental health. Shh if I’m not insane now I will be soon.
I was able to pull my body into a standing position. All I wanted now was some sleep. I creep over to the tree I was at only moments ago and just let my body spread out under it. My tail laid flat out as my front paws were curled against my chest. My cranium was rested on what was left on my front legs that weren’t hidden under my chest. Sometimes being a wolf was uncomfortable. I yawned escaped me before I was at last knocked out.
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Kalia
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Post by Kalia on Sept 17, 2008 4:38:51 GMT -5
As the wolf slept the shadows gathered around. Evening was coming. Here, the evenings are dark, and the shadows frightning...The tall giants, seem to hang over one, pressuring with their dark crones. The night sounds, that should be so normal for this hour, seemed to be muffled by something here, in this place. Muffled, almost as if the ones making those sounds were afraid of disterbing the trees around them, or some wary traveler who might have fallen asleep benieth the tall giant.
The dew began to slowly appear on the grass around, as the thick clumps of the fog began to gather around. Weaving their way, just like fallowing an embroidery design, as they made their way, around the trees, undner the grass. The fog, seeming to grow and multiply, becoming too small for the forest right before one's eyes. With the small wind, the clumps would wave, and tilt to the side.
Though the thick mist, that surrounded the trees, sliped a single lonesome figure. It was clad in what appeared in this light to be dull gray tunic, with same gray loose pants. Over the figure was clad in a black cape, that seemed to wrap around her, with only the flattering bottom of the cape giving away the figure's movements. It was a woman. Young one at that. Wary, but still tired to a degree, which she refused to show, or feel. No...one musn't have weaknesses...
As she glanced up, her silver and gold hair caught the small tiny ray of light, that played swiftly in her hair before vanishing. The woman's sky blue eyes looked up, measuring the distance to the closest branch. Then she jumped on there, settling down in the tree with a heavy sigh. This was not working out for her...Sleeping in trees? In the middle of the mist covered forest? Even that, went way out of her legue...But, alas we must all do that once in a while. With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes, resting, though her hand remained on one knife.
(Ok...I know it's not really good...I blame the timing, and the fact that I had like no sleep tonight...But, promise that other posts wil lbe better...^_^)
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S.age
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Post by S.age on Sept 17, 2008 17:12:48 GMT -5
The vivid dreams of my world tainted my mind like poison. The bright meaningless pictures were the discharge of my thoughts. They carried no pattern and above all no purpose. Then suddenly something startled me, almost like someone has pressed an electric rod to my side. My eyes shot open, wide and feral as my fur bristled automatically along my spine. A secret, almost sweet and flower like entered my nose. I let it settle in my air captivity as I whined. The whine came out more roughly then I had expected, it sounded more like a high-pitched grunt.
My body shivered, as a sudden heat filled my being. I closed my eyes slowly as I bowed my head to the ground. It was dark… How long had I been sleeping here? Everything was wrong… Completely wrong. I could hear no crickets, no critters in the bushes. It was as if someone has silenced the world around me… Did someone have such power? I felt a growl rumbling in my chest and before I could control the reaction and compose myself I snarled. I was taken back at how feral and wild I sounded, almost as if I was a dangerous rapid animal. Was I? I shook my head violently, pain searing in my neck after a few moments.
Focus.
I thought to myself strongly. It wouldn’t do me any good to be distracted, a very easy thing when all these smells fly nose. But then I thought, if I stayed in my wolf form I would seem ‘normal’. Wolves and forests naturally went along didn’t they? Plus I could most likely defend myself more easily in the form of a swift canine. I flexed my muscles before sprinting towards the smell. Never had a scented something so sweet and so potent. My tail waved behind me like a banner, flicking and slamming every which way. My paws pounded silently against the earth, uprooting plants with my razor like claws. I loved the feeling of the dirt under me, so soft, so fragile.
Then I turned, one a signal dime I was moving in another direction. Faster now, more desperate. The scent was closer. What was it? Fruit? Then I halted, I was stunned at how well my body obeyed me. Before, so many years before it was so difficult to control my wolf nature. Suddenly my radar like ears heard something that sounded like a sigh. A sigh? Human? But all I could smell was that sweet mixture. I approached slowly; it was coming from a tree. The mist around me broke as I moved, making me almost look as if I was some creature from hell.
Once at the base of the tree, I pressed my front paws against the truck and sniffed eagerly at the branches. Something was up there. I was careful to remain silent as I pushed myself off the tree, leaving claw marks while doing so. I settled on the ground in a sitting position. I tried to relax against my wolf’s both curious and alert nature which was currently making me very nervous. But then again what didn’t make me nervous these days?
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guy
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Post by guy on Sept 17, 2008 18:11:30 GMT -5
Guy Fawkes flew silently through the trees. He was in human form except for the black and red dragon wings. He caught the sent of a wolf and an elf. He saw the wolf sitting under a tree. The elf was sleeping in the tree. He landed next to the wolf and held out his hand.
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S.age
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Post by S.age on Sept 17, 2008 18:32:50 GMT -5
What was that smell? An almost acidic scent which made my nose feel as if it had been pushed into flames. My head whipped around as my ears picked up the sound of the air splitting. What was flying? I felt my lips pull back defensively and my body crouched back. Once the man landed my eyes burned, I felt many emotions but nothing could have prepared me for this. Wolf and human instincts blazed deeply in me, one screaming run and well the other one screaming run to, but yet I could not move. My fangs were barred; I could feel my breath on the whiskers of my upper lip. How feral did I look?
An ear piecing snarl rose out of my chest, as I pulled myself away from the man, I was ready to attack, to kill. Yet some strange emotion held me in place. Unable to move forward or backwards I was frozen, frozen in fate. I was sure my growl was heard by what ever was in the tree. My curiosity briefly won my defensive instinct but I quickly regained my proper state of mind.
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Post by guy on Sept 18, 2008 4:33:15 GMT -5
Guy Fawkes wasn't at all intimidated by the wolf's reaction. It was quite normal considering he often smelled like fire, and wolves have such a good sense of smell. He allowed himself to be fully human in form, slowly sat down, and took out a book. "It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you," Guy said as he began reading his book.
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Kalia
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Post by Kalia on Sept 18, 2008 4:45:00 GMT -5
Silence...Mist....Darkness.... So familier, and yet, at the same time, not even so...Many beings found them to be their home, their shelter, but how many found it to be their companion? How many actually did try to think of a way into the Darkness insted of comming out? Only, the ones that are crazy enough to do it....
The small figure of the elf, sat up in the tree, about 2 or 3rd branch up from the ground. Not too high, and not too low. Her back was pressed to the trunk, and her legs up on the branch. Her bright eyes, for once closed, as the dark thoughts invaded her mind, but not asleep...At least not at this place...not at this hour would she dare to let herself slip off into the pleasant uncontiousness. Her delicate hand gripped one of the knifes tightly under the sleeve, ready to attack or defend....which ever one came around first....
The movement of the mist around her, and a being coming up to the base of the tree though the small web that she placed on the ground, to have a warning when someone would come too close. True, it was simple magic that echoed with a soft bell in her head, it made her jump neverthe less. The creature approached, and smelled the tree she was in. Ok...so, they couldn't jump...or didn't want to jump...either way, not too pleasant....Something told her that from the sniffing, and the tiny crack of the claws against the bark, as well as hte muffled sound of the paws hitting the forest floor, taht it was a wolf.
Yet, as she grew less cautious around the animal bellow her, another creature invaded the space. This time more roughly, more boldly...Catching, apperently, both of the beings on the ground. A man...a Dragon....(At least I think that's what I read...) Counting from the wolf's reaction, it wasn't exactly pleasant...But, the woman didn't move an inch. Instead, she dripped a second twin dagger under her other sleeve, and sat there. Silent...watching...weary.... (Ok, that's better then beffore...*Sighs* Oh, the muse, the muse...)
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S.age
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Post by S.age on Sept 18, 2008 6:51:38 GMT -5
After so many yeas trust was something that I would never submit to instantly. Trust had to be earned, earned from me beyond anything else. I was pretty sure my presence has been noted by the creature in the tree, such a beautiful scent still kept me curious to what it is, maybe it was curiosity that held me in place. As the man changed, my tail moved up slowly, showing a dominant status. I knew I was aggressive but I am all so just as defensive. And how can you not blame me for this? With my very unpleasant experience with people and trust.
The sound of skin moving against fabric made my head jolt up to look towards the heavens. Maybe coming here had been a horrible idea after all. But then of course bad luck haunts my every pawprint. As the man took out a book I stiffen. How could he be so comfortable around a wild animal? Did he honestly have no sense? Anyone would be weary of me apond first meeting; it was human nature for crying out loud. But then again this guy for now human was he…
I pressed my ears briefly against my cranium. Then flatten across the surface, as I was able to pull myself farther away, making a more comfortable distance for me. As the male whatever he was stated he would hurt me I almost laughed. Ya right…. This guy was insane, I thought to myself. He was absolutely insane. Either that or all his instincts were backwards, or he is stupid or freakishly brave. But I don’t think he was brave, no not brave.
I couldn’t stop the rumbling in my chest. I was to scared, nervous, excited, curious to stop. So when another snarl slipped my lip I shook my head violently again. My wolf instincts were strong, but couldn’t over power my human state of mind, my brilliant intelligent mind. I knew that intelligence was shining in my eyes like a huge sign saying I was smart. But would they think a wolf, some creature of the forest could be so different from what it seemed?
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guy
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Post by guy on Sept 18, 2008 19:20:08 GMT -5
Guy quietly turned another page of his book. He heard the wolf growl but also saw the intelligence in it's eyes. This wolf was not an ordinary wolf. Guy heard the sound of fabric moving from the tree. He looked up to see the elf moving daggers around. He shrugged his shoulders and continued reading his book, being careful not to make any sudden movements. "Hello," he said. "I'm Guy Fawkes. Who are you?" he asked the elf as he took a piece of dried meat out of a pouch and set it on the ground a few inches away from himself.
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Kalia
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Post by Kalia on Sept 19, 2008 15:18:01 GMT -5
The woman remained silent, as she watched the two carrifully. The book intimidated her, as it intimidated the wolf, or so it would seem to her. Though, she knew much too well, that things are not always as they may appear at first, and at times much different from what they really are, even if you do get to know them. Same applied for all the creatures of this earth. True, sometimes it was bad, but, on the other hand, sometimes it saved your life.
She wasn't too found of meeting new people, especially if they were blunt. Blunt, in her mind, now twisted and corupted, simbolized attitude, sharpness, boldness, and danger. These kind of people you can predict, and yet at the same time, they would do something that was compleately out of this world...and sometimes, that was not always a good thing.
Her hands gripped the daggers hard. True, they might have herd the silent movement above, judging from both of their reactions, but niether, could have possibly seen the daggers that were pressed to the insides of her wrists with their flat side. She has not moved them, but simply took them into her hands. This was was an expert in.
Her sky blue eyes, reflected silver down at him, much like a cat's would. His lastname may sound like a Falcon, or a Hawk...but, at hte moment, the woman was the one that was watching him with an eagle like eye.
"Kalia." SHe answered simply, looking down at him. She didn't give her last name, or any more other information about her being. This was enough.
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S.age
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Post by S.age on Sept 19, 2008 17:07:56 GMT -5
As the guy before me stated his name I felt my jaw clank together, the sound of metal hitting metal rang in the air and was enough vibrations in my fangs to make me dizzy. I shook my head, the tuff of cream fur on my hackles bouncing with the movement. As the meat was set on the ground, clearly for me I felt like someone kicked me straight in the gut. I whined, before growling again and taking a wary step forward and then pushing myself two more steps back. My hunger was starting to taint my mind, seep into my every thought and drive me to insanity. My nose twitched as if a black caterpillar on a branch.
Then I gave into instinct, hunger was over powering judgment, my body flung forward like a arrow, a most graceful arrow. I was on the meat that instant, devouring it in milliseconds as I growled at the man the whole time while doing so. I kept my eyes on him, my teeth tearing at the meat before it was gone. Then as if vanished down my throat I took a wary step forward, my ears pinned against my head and tail raised. I could feel each hair on my body as it bristled out, man was I being defensive. I barred my fangs at him but allowed myself to relax ever so slightly. Food… I needed more… That has tasted amazing, its additive flavor still was on my black lips.
But as the reply came from above I was able to quickly make a study. Female, young, humanoid. I got those facts down easily. Kalia? What no last name? Was this a alias? I shook my head again, growls rippling from me in a more tamed sounding form. I wanted to change, to shift into my true self. But doing so might bring the hunters in the night. I felt my body quiver and another whine escaped my lips. I pulled myself farther away from the man and the tree, which held the Female humanoid. I had stepped pretty far back as my body started to blend with the foliage. The mist was currently licking at my paws and kissing my belly and tail as I moved.
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Post by guy on Sept 19, 2008 21:37:06 GMT -5
* His last name is pronounce Fox...* Guy looked up at her nonchalantly as he heard the sound of daggers moving. He knew she was poised to strike if he made her feel threatened. "Nice name," he said as he returned to his book. "You look hungry," he said as he watched the wolf scarf down the food. It began to retreat. Guy slowly put more food down. He enjoyed watching the wolf's movements. It was so graceful.....
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S.age
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Post by S.age on Sept 20, 2008 10:04:17 GMT -5
I could smell it again. The intoxicating scent had my mouth watering again as I craved the meat once more. When the man called Guy stated I looked hungry I kind of acknowledged that without meaning to. My ears flicked forward and my head perked up. Damn… So much for keeping my cover eh? That just pretty much showed I had more intelligence then a normal canine. But I was pretty sure both of my current company had caught on I was no simple forest creature looking for a meal. Then I caved once more to my strong hunger. I moved forward carefully but more confidently. It’s funny how food can tame a animal. But was that what was happening? Was I being tamed? I stepped forward and then growled before moving back. I moved subconsciously every time this Guy person did.
Then I at last forced my paws to go forward again. No I would not be tamed, I was too nervous and jumpy right now to have any trust. But this food was doing a hell of a job in calming me, even a little. This time I grabbed the food in my jaws, feeling the juices inside the meat slither across my tongue. I was pretty sure some saliva was dripping down my chin but I was to wrapped up in the taste to care. I quickly retreated, while growling as I pulled myself what I considered a safe distance and then laid down. I tried to savor the flavor this time. I had to mentally yell at myself to slow down so I didn’t crave more. My eyes were still focused on the male, and I would send him a warning growl in-between swallows.
He seemed fascinated with my movements as I tracked his eyes and were they lead. I was pretty sure he was the most human of us all. He seemed to carry that curiosity that was so well known in the human breed. But then again was I not half human? And was he not half either? And what about the humanoid in the tree? Was she a half-ling to? I didn’t know but I was starting to feel that curiosity myself. Once I had stopped tearing at the tender meat I laid my head down on my paws, tail curling around my back legs. My sharp eyes were focused on the tree and man. I was more then ready to run and only my curiosity and the chance of being fed again kept me here. Then I noticed something. I had sunk so swallow as to accept food from strangers, I snarled at myself in disgust. Maybe I was already tamed…
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Kalia
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Post by Kalia on Sept 20, 2008 12:17:04 GMT -5
(..stupid suggestion..how about we establish order, how we would post...so two people won't go on ,and then the third would need to catch up?)
Kalia simply nodded in aknowledgement, of when he 'complimented' her name. Though, her eyes moved from the man, to the wolf. It wasn't ordinary...not, at all...She smiled. Or rather, a faint smile, bearly touching the corners of her lips, as she looked down at the wolf. Battling wiht her self to coment something. After a minute, Kalia gave up.
No...I have a last name, and it isn't my alias...She said quietly, in the woman's mind. Still, I do not suggest you change either, it's more safer here to be an animal then a mortal. Her voice was soft, though with a tint of frost in it, same as her eyes.
Still not having moved in her spot, as she watched the scene bellow. The wolf getting the meat, and the guy feeding it to the wolf...facinated by the movements? Interesting....From up here, she could tell the wolf was hesitating, worrying...afraid...From her mind, she could tell that the wolf was worried about being tamed...no...it was just instincts. After all, there is an old saying. "No matter how much you care or feed the wolf, he wil always look toward the forest"
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Post by guy on Sept 20, 2008 12:29:12 GMT -5
Guy winced as his symbiotic connection took over. His symbiont was being punched in the gut at the moment. "That hurt..." he muttered as he began to eat a piece of meat. He tossed a piece over to the wolf, then realized that that was a stupid move and grinned sheepishly at the wolf, knowing that if it attacked him he wouldn't fight back. He could never hurt such a beautiful and intelligent animal. His symbiont's thoughts broke into his mind. How did they figure out about the gunpowder, Guy thought as he was overpowered by soldiers. Blood dripped out of an open wound on his arm from a bayonet. He was punched in the gut and keeled over. The soldiers bound his hand sand took him to the Tour of London.
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