Word Count :: OOC: Back dated to June 13. Evening time. Placed after she ran into Amy for the second time. Her injures are minor, just some bruises and scraps on her arms and legs, scratches on her muzzle, and a minor bite mark on her neck from her brawl with Amy.
No, no, no, no!! Not again! For the second time the small silver wolf had failed herself and her family unable to protect herself against that vile woman. Amy. Just when she had got over her fear of the border it came back ten fold after she met the blond bitch again outside of New Dawn's borders. This time, her shame was overwhelming for it wasn't just her she had failed to protect. Amy had a puppy with her. He was barely able to walk on his own yet, defenseless and innocent, already marked by the nimble hands of a Luperci. The thought tore her up. Not only was the puppy in Amy's possession but was also learning from her, lessons that shouldn't be taught to anyone. She was teaching him how to be a bloodthirsty monster. At least this time Fayne had escaped with minor injuries, but she had a feeling it wasn't her attempt to fight back that saved her life. The encounter with Amy was simply a lesson to the pup, a lesson of submission. The worst part was, that she had learned as well.
Fayne was in an absolute panick after escaping Amy, leaving the puppy behind. Several times, as she ran as fast as she could, back to New dawn did she hesitate, stopping for a moment and thinking that maybe she should go back and try. Try to save the life of the pup, to put on hold the lessons he would be taught and stop the creation of a murderer. But no. She couldn't bring herself to turn around. She was cowardly, afraid that she would lose her life. Afraid that she would be branded again helpless to fight back to the point where she may as well just be dead.
Tears streamed down her face as she ran back in Optime form. She'd gone through all walks of the Luperci blood in an attempt to fight back. This one, had been the least useful and she was forced to run away. The cowardice was routed so deeply that every hair follicle was on end, every vessel was pulsating so quickly they might burst, her mind was pitch black except for Amy's eyes watching her and waiting to finish her off.
She was clumsy as she ran, stumbling over logs and rocks, banging herself up on the way back. Desperation was fueling her, driving her to get past the borders by any means. The Alpha's scents became stronger as she tottered along, hands reaching out for someone to save her, someone to hold her close and tell her everything was all right. Fayne could barely breath, her breaths were raspy and labored from yelling and running and her throat was sore but she continued to scream into the forest.
Finally, she hit the border tripping over a log and tumbling over it and coming to a sliding halt on safe grounds. Her body heaved as she cried and yelled for someone to come, eyes searching the forest for Amy as she waited for what seemed like an eminent demise. "Heeeelp!! Please, someone. Amy! Amy! She's here! Please, please!" Fayne hurriedly got up and sprinted further within New Dawn's lands and towards the den searching desperately for any familiar face. The danger was gone and long behind her but she felt like she was being followed. Amy would cross that border at any moment with no fear for the Alphas, no fear for all the members here, just to finish the job. She would make that puppy witness it too, numb him to blood and fear. Fayne continued onward in hopes of someone showing up, her panic wouldn't quit until she knew for sure that she was safe once again.
The behemoth was picking about the borders in his usual way, scenting here, marking there when a hoarse cry of desperation reached his charcoal touched ears. His body halted, hair standing on end. The voice was familiar, but only vaguely. He'd never spoken to its owner, but the urgency in her voice compelled him. He crouched down to the earth and launched himself towards the sound. 'Help' she screamed, and whatever uncertainty he had before vanished. This woman was in peril. As Epsilon it was his sacred duty to protect each and every wolf within New Dawn's borders, and he aimed to do so, with his very life if need be.
He hurtled himself over obstacles, blazing yellow pools seeking the form of the distressed woman. Dirt flew beneath his paws and he prayed that he would be able to reach her in time. She screamed and shrieked a name. It wasn't an entirely unfamiliar title, he'd heard it before in the idle murmuring of his pack mates. Whoever this Amy was, she had wronged them before. His hackles roused with the thought of someone harming his family and he unleashed a snarl meant to deter whatever creature may lie ahead.
His massive body lunged forward, her need urging his steps. The world was a blur around him, but he pressed on, determined to reach her. A ragged howl sounded from his lips, a call of assurance that help was on its way, as well as a warning to those foolish enough to intrude. One hundred forty five pounds of muscle broke through the brush and the beast’s nostrils filled with scent. It stank of fear and whispered of pack. It was moments more before he saw its owner stumbling through the grasses on two legs.
Had this been a time before he would have been alarmed at the Optime form of his sister, but seeing his other family members use the form more and more it did not distress him over much. Now was not the time for hesitation, not with the silver woman in such a state. He brought himself to a halt feet from her. His tail stood straight from his spine, rigid, and his stance was wide, aggressive. He gazed at the woman only shortly, noting her various wounds. They were not severe, and he was more concerned with whatever may be following. He could smell nothing besides her reeking fear, but resolved to remain vigilant. "Hush, sister, you are safe now." He rumbled, treading carefully nearer to her. It mattered little if others were following, he was there, and he would not let them touch her.
The lithe silver woman continued to trip and stumble through New Dawn tossing her head in every direction in hopes someone would show. She hadn't noticed in her panic that someone was coming in her direction. All her senses were lost in desperation, all except for her eyes which she could see particularly well within Optime form. Gangly legs carried her further and further while she gasped for air. The fragile woman was in the midst of a panic attack, her heart beating a thousand beats per minute and her chest aching. She felt faint as she continued to ran eventually stumbling and falling against a tree coming to fall to the forest floor with her legs spread beneath her in an awkward manner. Her tail was pinned underneath her as she sat, ears flat against her head, and hackles raised as deep green eyes continued to search the forest.
From the distance she heard a snarl which sent her into a frenzy. Arms came up to cover her eyes as she gasped, pleading for mercy. "No, no, no, no, no..." She kept repeating as if it would make everything disappear. The silver fae shook her head from side to side and continued pleading for mercy. It wasn't until her light coated pack brother spoke that she realized he was here. Her whole body jerked at the sound of his voice, a shriek escaping her slender muzzle. The voice was soothing, a male by the sounds of it. She hadn't yet brought her hands down from covering her eyes to see who it was. The padding of footsteps drew ever nearer and finally she cracked an eye open to see a semi-familiar face. It was one of the pack's epsilons which was a great relief for Fayne. His rank told that he was a protector of all the pack members which meant he was capable of fighting off intruders.
The distressed woman inhaled deeply and exhaled a trembling breath as she slowly began to calm. Her eyes still watched over the landscape, weary of the blond's approach. Tears were still streaming but began to slow in the Epsilon's presence. Now, she was beginning to feel awkward and small. She brought her arms to wrap around her herself feeling open the world in this form but the wolf's words that she was safe brought her great relief. "I-I-I...oh thank you. She's here, she's somewhere near the borders. I'm so useless, I couldn't fight her, she's strong, and vicious, and bloodthirsty, she's a monster! The last part was a snarl. Her thoughts shifted back to the puppy whom she had left behind, a surge of tears fell from her eyes at the thought. A puppy, she had a puppy. I couldn't save him from her. Emerald eyes were wide as her thoughts raced, her head was spinning, chest still aching from the panic attack. If she kept going like this, she would surely pass out.
Hey! Shannon/Noah wants to reply after me, let her do so please!
The sleeping Alpha had not heard Fayne’s cries, she was too far away and he was too deep in sleep. Tonight, his dreams were not very pleasant, as they usually were. Instead, they were filled with monsters and shadows and unseen creatures that he could not get away from. The large Optime male whimpered and twitched in his sleep, and he might have awoken with a cry if it had not been for Augustus’ howl of assurance, which broke through his nightmares like a burst of light. Zalen opened his eyes.
He lifted his head, and listened very carefully; nothing. But he surely must have heard Augustus howl, and it had been a call of clarity, as if someone was seeking help. The Alpha stood onto all fours and took a few steps towards the cave entrance, sniffing. Augustus was not here, most likely performing his duties along the border, but who else was missing? Fayne.
A sense of worry fell over the leader’s mind and he loped out of the den, a casual pace at first, but once he made it away from the den-site he broke into a full sprint towards the borders. He could smell Augustus, and he followed the scent. But soon, Fayne’s scent also came to him, and it was interlaced with fear, and something else. Oh no!
He pushed himself to the limits to reach them, and once the two of them came into sight he was nearly panting. Fayne was injured, and the look in her eyes was haunting. Zalen’s ruff extended and he puffed himself up, looking large and ferocious as he walked up to his Delta and Epsilon, a snarl was already set on his lips as he looked out towards the border, What happened, He said, eyes searching for any shadow that might be moving, any sound that may give someone away, Who did this to you? He asked, turning his olive eyes to the bruised female.
The silver monster was trying to find a way to stay cool in the midst of this summer weather. Finding him-self drifting on and off from a sleepy nod, a voice rang though to him. The voice woke him up from yet another laziness brought on nap. The voice he knew well was the female that he had feeling for, and the male was quite sure within the fact that she too had feeling for him. The silver brute did not want to take things with her to far, and did not want to move to quick in fear of pushing her away. However…maybe it would be better for her if she never go to close to him. Though after the second call the training healer rolled to his paw, no longer was he trying to figure out if this was a dream.
The silver male moved with quickness he had not felt the need to move in such a long time. Stopping only at the very small chockablock den that he dug out with Deuce help to store herbs and other tonics he had made for healing, throwing everything that he thought he could and would need, into the leather pack. The male did not want to miss one thing, if his dear beloved Fayne was hurt…shaking his head in shame for admitting to his person feelings for her, and not thinking about her as what she was. The Delta, a pack sister, and the most important thing his mother had taught him. Fayne was a living, breathing creature, and no matter what did not deserve to be in sort of pain.
Coming with his pack slung over his shoulder, the silver male halted at the side of the grey female, placing his hands around her. ”I’m here…I’m sorry.” The silver male would seek out who hurt her, and would hurt…no kill them. That hate for the world that the silver male had locked away with the help of Fayne, was back. She had been able to lock away within side of him, with just a tender smile from her. The silver Subord looked to the black male, he wanted to beg him for his blessing to seek out the being that had done this and do to them, what Jefferson had done to his father. The male knew that right now was not a good time to give into his hateful and mean wishes and wants.
The panicked woman shrieked at his voice. He realized the sight of him may not have been the most welcome at this time and turned his face so only the unmarred side of it was visible to her. She did not need to see his grisly ravaged flesh, and he shifted uncomfortably. This really wasn’t his strongest suit, but he was there for her, nonetheless. His left ear twitched to hear her words while the other swiveled about, trying to detect any hint of approach. His hackles remained raised and his pelt was puffed up along his neck and spine. He stood over her protectively, legs spread wide, and head low with ears erect. She regained herself in the moments that followed, seemingly relieved by his presence. Her words made no sense to him, but he did his best to listen. Her chest continued to heave and tears spilled from her eyes. He lowered his head to ruffle the fur of her neck and lap abruptly at the salty liquid.
When the sound of approaching steps reached his ears the bi-colored brute wheeled on the newcomer with a snarl. Yellow eyes met green a moment just at all his senses came to recognize the face of his Alpha. His gaze dropped immediately, but his wide, aggressive stance did not lessen, though became decidedly less dominant. “Alpha, she is wounded. She was saying something about…an…” His brows furrowed as he strained to recall the bitch’s name. “Amy.” He growled, “and a pup…something about a pup.”
He turned his head to face beyond, trailing the gaze of his Alpha. “I smell nothing, whoever they are, they have not crossed the borders…not yet.” His eyes narrowed as a shadow moved, but it was nothing but a small critter. “What do you wish me to do?” An ear twitched as yet another came to Fayne’s aid. The scarred silver male Noah came towards them with a strange leather contraption slung around him. The tundra wolf was not sure of his feelings towards the man, he only remembered the event of his punishment and brief exile, but he respected his mother a great deal. He was also no longer an Omega, so he allotted him an amount of respect. The tenderness in the male’s pale eyes Augustus recognized immediately and he backed away from the female to stand at Zalen’s side, his body brushing the sable wolf’s as a vote of confidence and show of support. Whatever had to be done he would like to be there to do it.
Word Count :: 752OOC: My bad. Sorry. X3 Let us continue and I promise to be more patient. Ha.
The grizzly white and black Epsilon came to stand over her and she remained curled tightly into a messy ball of fur, eyes darting wildly about searching for Amy. He did the same but didn't seem to be alarmed which calmed her some. The warm moist feeling of a tongue came to lick away the tears which would simply return seconds later, the sniffles and hiccups accompanying the tears. Even so, him being here was one step up from her being alone and she could feel her heart start to slow in her chest though the adrenaline was still coursing from the run back to New Dawn. A few moments later something alerted Augustus and Fayne nearly had a heart attack thinking Amy had come and another shriek escaped her sore throat. Though, the epsilon stood still and calmed, Fayne soon cracking open an eye to see that Zalen had come. She nearly lunged forward to grasp him awkwardly for safety but restrained herself. Instead, she fell forward on four arms and leaned towards him for a moment before sinking back into the ground and grasping her chest as her heart jumped around in her rib cage.
Seeing Zalen was a great relief, with the Alpha here she was truly safe. Nobody would get through the rock solid ember Alpha. He stood before them with his chest puffed out standing tall to intimidate any intruders, a snarl present on his dark lips. Fayne took a breath though still she was unable to calm herself, her breaths fast and strained, hackles still raised, and tail tucked tightly underneath her. Her eyes searched the border for Amy who she thought had been following her. Zalen asked the obvious question of who had done this and the silver fae lowered her head, a snarl forming on her maw. That bitch had done this, Amy had done this for the second time. She was almost hesitant to respond. For the second time she'd been caught off guard by the blond mutt and she was truly ashamed of that. How could someone be so stupid as to not learn the lesson the first time? Fayne gulped and finally got the words out though her voice was shaky with an undertone of frustration.
The monster. A-Amy...I saw her today. She was teaching a puppy a lesson. She had been the subject, easily pinned down and controlled by fear for her life. The tears flowed yet again. She was ashamed that she couldn't fight her, couldn't save the puppy that was in her possession. She already had a hunch to who the puppy belonged to but had never spoken to the mother herself. A couple moments later, a familiar and loved scent filled her nostrils as she inhaled deeply. Noah. Her eyes searched for him, pleaded for him to be there and a few seconds later he was. He burst from the forest and came to her side, his arms embraced her and she fell into him clinging to his chest tightly. The tears flowed more freely than before unable to hold herself together in his presence. She was truly safe when he was here. The sobs continued as she was surrounded by her pack mates. She was safe now and nothing to worry about.
He neck ached and still bled freshly and her bruises were tender and sore, but she was in the arms of her protector now. She finally replied to him, voice wavering from the constant sobs. I'm so h-happy you're here. No other face could soothe her the way his could. He was the person she needed to see right now and he was here. Her face remained pressed against his chest, the tears soaking his silver coat. A couple minutes later, she was able to calm herself enough to face her family. She turned her head to look at Zalen, the fear was still evident on her expression and her posture even though she knew she was safe. She could no longer smell Amy, only the calming scents of her Alpha, her family, and her mate. Her maw stayed shut for there was nothing to say. They all knew that Amy needed to be stopped once and for all. That time would come, eventually and until then they would have to be on guard. She had learned her lesson. This was the last time Amy would run into her and push her aside like trash.
Noah and Fayne can head back to the den, Augustus and Zalen will look for Amy in vain and then return to the den and the conversation can continue there, sound good?
Augustus was the first to speak, as Noah attended to Fayne, and what he said caused the Alpha’s blood to immediately boil. WHAT?! He snarled, teeth showing white in the light. A feral growl erupted from his throat as he spun around to look towards the borders, hackles raised, as if Amy might be standing there. Impossible! He said again. How could this be so? How could she attack again even if after he had spoken with Aeron?
Turning back to Fayne then, his words still laced with the harsh sound of growls, Are you well enough to return to the den? If so, Noah, take her there. I will come and speak with you in a time. Then turning to his Epsilon, Augustus, you and I will try to find this woman. he would not stand by idly this time, no, instead, they would hunt her down and make her pay for her actions, for apparently those of Anathema had not done so.
