Your betrayal bleeds deep
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The same old streets, just a different name.
Same old house, just the family's changed.
Word Count :: 418 Ahiga is trespassing, he is still mounted and is armed with a spear attached to the saddle. Please note he's a brat and will cause trouble and be rude, so keep that in mind when you join the thread. Otherwise, pretty much anythings cool with me, just don't kill him guys ¬.¬ His sister is a pack member so no killing!! Maiming and serious injuries to be discussed if this resorts to violence.

A smarter wolf would of learnt his lesson the first time, but then he was no smart wolf and defying what others told him to do was becoming an awfully bad habit of the young Nishants. Maybe it was the thrill of doing something he knew he shouldn't do or maybe it was stemmed from the hurt of being betrayed and abandoned by those he called his family, the young lad didn't know nor did he ponder to much on the reasons why he did what he did. Much like his stealing he accepted his rebellious tendencies as an unfortunate and unavoidable part of whom he was; everyone had his flaws, his just had a tendency to annoy others more then other canines typical flaws. There was nothing he could do about he constantly told himself, as if by repeating the lie within his mind he would eventually believe it and it would become the truth.

Urging Buck forward he could hear the piercing sound of a lone crow cawing endlessly, the way the bird simply didn't stop was both eerie and fascinating. Thankfully the birds caws didn't effect Buck in any manner, the stallion seemingly oblivious to the bird's distress, but still the young lad was curious as to what was causing the bird's strange behaviour. Moving forward his curiosity regarding the crow soon faded, instead he couldn't help be fixate on the scent before him that indicated that the lands were claimed by a pack; only a fool would trespass. But then he was a fool asking for trouble and with only a small amount of hesitation he led the bucksin stallion through the borders onto the foreign packs land.

This was the pack Ayasha had abandoned him for, this was the wretched place she now called home instead of Aniwaya where she belonged, where she should be. It infuriated him and hurt him that his sister had chosen some male over him and the rest of the family, her leaving had simply proved that she was no better then mother and father and he'd never forgive her. Looking around him he stared at the lands with open disgust, his hatred of a pack he didn't know much about was irrational but he couldn't help it; to him this pack had stolen his sister from him and he wanted to know what was so much better about this place, why she felt she had to leave him to be with her filth mate in this place.

Hey, Remember me? I remember you walking away

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It's chemical the way we love. The way we hate it's quite inhuman
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Word Count :: 000



Caprica was descending the side of a mountain when the crow called.


Admittedly it was her own mountain, and the part of it beneath the cavern exit was easy enough to traverse - even a horse could do it, which was a good job, as Caprica was mounted upon her gentle thoroughbred Rohan. Her saddlebags were mostly empty, although she had a journey planned. Her restlessness could not seem to find an outlet here, so her only thought was to visit her father. The wise and caring Italian was so much better than her at knowing what was wrong. She would throw herself once more onto his shoulder, and he would cure all her worries.


The road to Crimson Dreams lay ahead, but it seemed there was to be an impediment before she could even leave the lands. Cap wasn't sure which crow was calling, but she knew that none of them would sound the alert lightly. When her swift moving mare carried her to the source of the disturbance, Caprica ground to a startled halt, staring down the pale youth who was altogether extremely familiar. Oh, how things could come around - it was pure karma they had met like this, after he'd yelled at her in the Aniwayan stables. She walked Rohan in a slow, collected pace towards him, displaying the horse's obedience and strength. "Oh, this is delicious," she commented smoothly. Her voice held no fear. He carried a spear, but she had a fast horse and would stay out of reach in the unlikely event he was here to start some violence. Her own weapon, the sling round her neck, could damage from all kinds of distance. Not to mention there were probably other vigilant members on their way to back her up. "So, I see the tables are turned. What's the deal, kid? It's only polite to wait at the borders of another pack. Causing offence is a dangerous game… and Anathema generally won't play to lose. Hear that? You've already upset our crows." She scowled ferociously down at him, waiting to hear whatever explanation he might offer. She already knew he was a trespasser: anybody with legitimate access would have been bowed past the sentinel crows by an initiated member.

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The same old streets, just a different name.
Same old house, just the family's changed.
Word Count :: 322 IT A RED :oo And a caprica, eee <3

Something was strange about this pack; he'd clearly trespassed, was clearly doing as he pleased on their lands and yet he heard no one. In fact, aside from the crow that refused to shut up he heard no signs of life, just lots of trees and foliage. Gripping Buck's reigns tightly he considered leaving now before he was discovered or before things continued to get strange and yet as soon as the idea came to him he squashed it, too stubborn to admit that he was scared, to prideful to runaway from the pack his sister had betrayed him to join. Keeping to a slow pace he entered deeper and deeper into the unknown lands, straining his sense and constantly testing the air for new scents or anything that would provide him with information of some sort; not that he truly understood what exactly he was looking for, he was simply snooping about.

Before he could delve too far past the borders a female voice reached his ears, followed by a familiar scent carried lightly on the winder. Twisting himself and Buck around he turned to face the dark coloured woman, lips twisting at her words. It was ironic to be caught by the dark woman trespassing after he had accused her of such. “Awh shucks, if it ain't the horse thief” he greeted the female, his tone both mocking and insulting; he felt cornered and defensive and he sure as heck wasn't going to let the woman know he was a fair bit scared as well. “And poor crows, sorry I didn't think about their feelings.” he shrugged to add effect to his words; crows were just useless noisy birds, why should he care whether he upset them or not. “I'm here for my sister, not for you, where can I find her?” he asked, not bothering with manners or typical conduct he knew he should display when visiting another pack.

Hey, Remember me? I remember you walking away

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It's chemical the way we love. The way we hate it's quite inhuman
<style>@import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Syncopate);</style>Caprica D'Angelo
Word Count :: 000

As he sarcastically mentioned he hadn't thought about the crows feelings Caprica gave a tuneful laugh, which she cut short with a vicious snapping of her not insubstantial jaws. "That doesn't surprise me. You don't think about much at all, do you?" she taunted scathingly. "You have no idea what you've done, little boy." Perhaps she was overdoing it a little, but she had no fear that she was making empty threats. Anathema could hold its own against any real threat. And real threat, this youngster was not.


When he spoke of his sister, Caprica's eyebrows curved disbelievingly. She didn't know anybody he could mean, but that didn't mean they weren't here. The caverns were notoriously easy to hide in. "Don't think you can sneak past me pretending to be family to Anathema. I'm gonna need some shit-hot solid proof of that claim. What do you mean 'sister'? Spell it out for me, darling, and fast - or else." Her sling was calling to her hand, the stones ready in her pocket. She was both nudging Rohan with her heels and holding her head back, so the poor mare pranced irritably on the spot. She'd learned some horse handling since last they'd met. Yes her horse was from Aniwaya, but she wasn't a thief: the thoroughbred was a gift, which if Ahiga had half a brain, he would have known, she thought dismissively.

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The same old streets, just a different name.
Same old house, just the family's changed.
Word Count :: 340 :3

Buck stepped back as if to wonder off, drawing the young lads attention away from the rude old lady for a moment as he brought the buckskin stallion back to a stand still, running a reassuring hand down the horse's neck. With Buck settled he raised his eyes to the darker female, holding himself to his full height and refusing to submit to the woman in any manner; his sister was here, in this filthy pack with low standard members clearly and he wanted to see her and he wouldn't hear otherwise, especially from the horse thief. Tightening his grip on Buck's reigns he smirked in challenge at the older woman, oblivious to the dangers of his actions and their possible consequences, “What I think of is none of your business, but why should I think anything of such a worthless pack and anything that chooses to reside in it?” he barked the words out, sharp and full of venom.

It infuriated him that the old lady horse thief actually dared to accuse him of pretending to have family within this dirty pack; oh how he wished it wasn't true and that his sister would come to her senses and return home, but it was the truth and this woman had no right to question what he said. “I'm no filthy fraud like you, old lady. Her name's Ayasha, came her with her disgusting mate” he answered, insulting the male his sister had chosen over him without having actually met him; he'd stolen his sister form him and so he didn't need to meet the other to know he was scum. Despite having named his sister he wasn't all to sure if he wanted to see her, only that she was there and that by naming his sister there was a possibility he wouldn't get in to trouble for trespassing. In his chest his heart raced, whether from excitement or fear it wasn't clear, but either way things were much more interesting then repeating his usual daily routine back home.

Hey, Remember me? I remember you walking away

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OOC: Angry sis to the rescue! Or punishment Tongue

IC: Ayasha spent most of her time inside the cave system and was getting a little stir-crazy. She could leave the caves whenever she wanted to, yes, but she was going a little crazy being underground for so long. Of course, if she and Liam were successful in their plans, hopefully soon she would not be let out of her mate’s sight.

They had mostly made up from their fight about her not being ready for pups but she had found him cutting himself, which she was not happy about. But she didn’t bring it up with anybody because it was none of anyone’s business to know. But the two of them had been trying to have pups. It hadn’t worked yet, or she didn’t think so. But they still tried.

She took Ahuli out to ride and was wandering around on the borders when she heard raised voices. She got closer and recognized both of them, one of which was her brother. She gave a frustrated sigh at his rudeness and stubbornness. She rode to see what was going on and heard him talk about her mate in a very rude way. Which of course got her hackles up. ”Ahiga? What the hell are doing here? Actually a better question is why are you trespassing? Didn’t mom teach you better? And don’t say that about my mate!” She finished by sending him a glare and folding her arms over her chest.
#7
The boy drew himself up, sitting tall and defiant in the saddle and Caprica felt a flash of fury leap up into her chest at the sight. His insults towards the place he trespassed were vitriolic and thus empty, but they did enough to give her cause for real vindictiveness. "OH!" she exclaimed, and the cords of her sling found her hand: a stone flew between his ears, a warning shot which an inch lower would have found a mark. "That'll teach you to lower your head, boy," she barked sharply, tuning out his further insults, only paying attention to the name Ayasha. Caprica had met such a wolf, and she knew her to be pleasant and generous: the towering dark D'Angelo had rather liked the little white lady. Ahiga did share a sort of resemblance, she supposed. She would still have thrown him out, if that wolf had not then made an appearance. Caprica replayed the rudeboy intruder's last few sentences, and smirked to hear how they must have sounded to his sister. She smirked wider and wider as the girl began to reproach her miscreant sibling. Then she looked gleefully from one to the other and spoke up. "So I guess you're cool if I take my filthy fraudulent self elsewhere now, as I was kind of on my way somewhere… you need anything, Ayasha, gimme a howl, I won't go fast. I'm sure your 'disgusting mate' or the rest of our 'worthless pack' would be happy to help out, too, of course…" she continued, devilish lights in her eyes as she gathered up her reins to ride away. She wanted Ahiga to squirm like the pest he was.
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Word Count :: 379 He's such a pathetic wimp. All bark no bite xD

A malicious grin sat upon the young Nishant's lips as he held himself high upon Buck; in his mind the woman before him was no threat, the pack's lands he trespassed were weak and feeble and undeserving of any respect from him. Criminals... thieves, that's what the pack was for they had stolen his sister, lured her away from him. And this so called mate she had ran off to be with? He was just as bad as them, filthy scum the lot of them. Green eyes glared at the black coated woman daring her to try anything, the foolish boy felt invincible upon his steed. Until something flew at him, his reflex's kicked in and he docked, hearing whatever it was fly cleanly over his head and the mocking words of the woman caused him to growl in response, his hands clenched tight shook with both anger and humiliation. Opening his mouth he was ready to give the horrible woman a piece of his mind, his hand reached back to where his spear was attached to his stallion’s saddle.

As his pale hand wrapped itself around the weapon he froze, a familiar voice cutting into him and instantly he dipped his head, shoulders hunched in an attempt to make himself small, his previously high and wagging tail fell still and dropped as low as possible while he was still mounted upon Buck. Painstakingly slowly he turned his head inch by inch until the form of his white sister came into field of vision. She had to come now, why couldn't she have turned up a few minutes later. Although it was unlikely it would have made a difference when Aya turned up, for he hadn't planned on stopping his insults and the hand upon his spear spoke of intended violence. Opening his mouth he wanted to quickly explain the situation so that she'd understand him and forgive him; it was just a misunderstanding after all. But then the wretched black she-wolf spoke, reciting his insults to his sister and he knew he was screwed.

Hesitantly he smiled at his sister, attempting to play as innocent and ignorant as possible; as if he didn't know any better. “Aya, long time no see” he spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

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OOC: KItty, wrap up with your post and I'll get us another one up?

IC: She had seen her brother go for his spear to attack her packmate and although she was mad at him, Ayasha was glad that Ahiga didn’t get a chance to hurt Caprica. That would not have been good for him or her. So she simply sent him a withering glare for that but didn’t do much else since he hadn’t actually done anything yet.

His trying to make himself small made her feel marginally better but her frown deepened as Caprica told her everything that Ahiga had said. But she did give Caprica a thankful smile as she left and said, ”I will, if he gives me trouble.” Although her attention was on the dark female, Ayasha did keep an eye on her brother. But she would deal with her brother when they were in a more private area.

When the other female had left, she turned her attention fully on Ahiga and she remained unimpressed by his casual greeting, like nothing had happened. Her voice was rather calm but not very warm. ”Come on, we’ll but our horse in the stable and then we’ll talk.” She then started towards the stables, making sure that he followed behind her.
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Word Count :: 329 Works for me ^^ And serious misplaced anger xD

Keeping his head low he ignored his sister's response to the wretched dark woman and tried his best to act both innocent and guilt free; sure, the horse thief had recited what he'd said and Aya had heard some of it herself, but there was still a chance for denial or a possibility to lie his way out of the situation if he could manage to convince Ayasha that it was an honest mistake and that he'd meant no harm. Releasing his grip upon his spear he brought his hand back to the reigns and gripped them tightly with both hands, resisting the urge to press Buck's sides and flee before his sister had a chance to say anything to him, for running seemed a lot smarter then confronting the white she-wolf when she was offended and angry at him.

Despite all that though, he couldn't resist the smug look worming it's way onto his lips as the darker woman finally left. “Good riddance” he muttered under his breath, the words barely audible to him. Whilst one of his problems had left, it seemed Ayasha had no intention of letting him slide and with a groan he followed the traitor to the stables, reluctantly and as slowly as he possibly could, but following nonetheless. Keeping his eyes down he refused to look up on the off chance he would meet Aya's eyes... he didn't want to know what she was thinking or feeling, didn't want to be shouted at or scolded by his sister; none of this was what he wanted, all he wanted was for her to return home and leave this filthy pack. The problem was that mate of hers, he was the reason she had left him, mum and the rest of her family... this mate of hers was the problem and if Ayasha didn't come to her senses he'd do something about the problem... eventually. One way or another, that he promised himself and her.

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