Witch & Doctor

Kemo Nishant · 02-10-2011, 08:38 PM

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OOC: TIme to wrap this up for you Alaine, me and Ralla still have an extension of this thread to do XD I think you might get a kick out of his dream Rachel And so begins Kemo's descent into madness...

Still locked far away in dreamland, Kemo was still cautiously padding through the woods, looking all around him in an effort to find out why he was here. Why had the Moon brought him back to this place? The forest seemed still, as though the entire world was holding its breath in his presence. Should he be finding a way out of here, or is there something he needs to see somewhere in this seemingly infinite stretch of woods?

It was then that he caught sight of it. A small fawn, the exact one that he had seen and hunted on the day he had lost his sight and his entire family. This deer was the last thing he had ever seen in his life, though more specifically it was the tail, and he now knew why he was here. The Moon had brought him here to give him one more chance at his old life, one more chance to catch this deer and live his life as he thought it was intended, sight returned and growing up with his family. He yipped happily, though his ears were drooping. What about Ralla? What was to become of her? Was he supposed to just leave her behind and forget about her?

As if to answer his question, a large black bird suddenly appeared over the top of the trees and flew down to land on a branch directly in front of him. He could clearly see himself reflected in the bird's eyes, as if they were a still pond that showed his reflection back to him, but there was something strange about his reflection, or rather reflections as he realized each eye showed a different reflection. In one of the bird's eyes, blood covered his fur in spatters from head to toe, and he wasn't standing on four legs as he was now. He was in his optime form and his eyes were as they were now, though they were as black and cold as the bird's feathers were. In this eye, he watched, transfixed, as the Kemo in the eye began to set his homeland on fire, rape wolfesses, throw pups into the fire, mercilessly attack anything that got in his way, all with a smile plastered on his muzzle, as if he was enjoying the acts of merciless slaughter.

He watched as the view shifted to Ralla, sitting down and crying silent tears of blood, but she was kissing the evil Kemo, as if she loved him despite all the things he was doing, even as Kemo was literally dragging a clawed hand up her back, leaving trails of blood. He was hurting her, and yet she still kissed him. Then the bird blinked his eyes and Kemo's attention was focused on the other eye. In this one, the Kemo seemed to glow, the eyes particularly, with a white aura. He watched as this Kemo rescued the pups from the fire, comforted the wolfesses, threw himself onto the flames, and bandage the wounds given to the wolves and wolfesses who had gotten in the other Kemo's way. In this eye, Ralla wasn't crying tears of blood. Instead, there were only tears, but she looked so happy to be in the arms of this Kemo, who was caressing her back instead of slicing it open, and there was a large smile on his face.

Then the image changed and in each eye of the bird stood their respective Kemos, supposedly evil and good, both staring at him with intent looks instead of unfocused gazes. Without warning, the bird suddenly burst into flames and landed on the ground at Kemo's feet, setting the grass on fire and bathing the entire side on Kemo's right of the forest with fire, leaving the entire left side untouched and intact, as if Kemo was the centerpiece and the only thing keeping the flames back. Then as quickly as it started, the forest was back to normal again, no evidence of the fire clearly visible.

"What the hell was that all about? Is this supposed to be a vision from the Moon? What does it mean?" No answer came, no magic raven coming to answer his questions, but something did catch his eye. The white tail of the fawn through the bushes, just as it had been so on that fateful day. This time he ran towards it, but was stopped in his tracks as he heard a growl behind him. He was back in his puppy body again, back to that fateful day, back to the shock that had concealed this memory from him.

He turned to look and was rooted to the spot, staring into the eyes of a large white creature that looked like it could be mistaken for a large white bear. But it wasn't. His mother's eyes stared back at him, full of hurt and anger, and he realized something that he had never known all his life. He cringed as her clawed hand suddenly flew toward his face, and it was at that moment that he woke up suddenly, yelping as if he had just gotten stabbed, loud enough to wake the dead, scrambling back away from the imaginary creature in his mind straight back towards Ralla, accidentally of course, and thrashed about wildly. Though he was conscious, he was completely oblivious to the situation around him, the vision of his mother attacking him repeating itself over and over in his mind, as a record player might get stuck on a certain spot. All he could think about was what had crossed his mind in the dream, vision, whatever it was, what he now believed to be true.

His mother had tried to kill him.

With that realization, he suddenly heard the feral snarl, snapping him out of it and placing himself between Ralla and Alaine, shaking his head even as he did so, still recovering from the faint. His hackles raised and he snarled as well, staring dominantly into the eyes of the Optime female, though he was in lupus form, he wouldn't have time to change, but he wasn't about to let the female think she had an advantage. With Ralla in danger, his only friend in the darkness, nothing would prevent him from saving her life. "Only the Alpha of this pack can declare if we are welcome here or not, so I would suggest you calm down before things get out of hand." He was confused, but kept his guard up. Why was she acting so hostile? Did he miss something? "Ralla, we should get out of here before something bad happens, something is wrong with Alaine and I don't want to hurt her."

Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.

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