something in the night is dangerous

Vuk

POSTED: Wed Dec 31, 2014 8:51 pm

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She’d always known that her curiosity would be the death of her.

Ocèane’s problem was that she stuck her nose in places it didn’t belong. The trait was childish, one she should have grown out of years ago. Yet it clung to her, and the spark of interest that arose in her chest always proved too difficult for her to smother. If the Hineyu saw something she couldn’t understand, she only got closer. If she had a question, she only kept pressing for the answer. Her strong will and refined self-control was useless against her inquisitiveness. That evening, she let it get the best of her for the umpteenth time. And, most likely, her final time.

The clouds were painted in soft orange and pinks of the sunset, and the grounds were silent besides the horse’s scuffing hooves. Ocèane had been leaning against Evadne’s neck, resting her muzzle on her arms against the horse’s mane, eyes downward to watch the earth as it passed slowly by. She’d begun to nod off when she’d seen something rather odd in the distance. Blinking grogginess from her eyes, the Fire Maker sat up in the saddle, squinting to see better. It was then that the dead scent of Anathema pressed against her senses, and she was suddenly very awake, surveying the grounds which had now become the dark pack’s old lands. Ocèane tugged the pale mare towards the odd land formation, and Evadne snorted, surprised at the sudden movement after so much silence. Together, they made their way deeper into the now-neutral territory, Oce pleased to see some of the landmarks seemed vaguely familiar for her visit there. That day seemed so long ago, now.

What the Aston had found so curious from a distance now became apparent up-close. The small territory could only be described as odd- a rock face to her right created a crescent shape, which was riddled with holes and crags. Out from the moon, the area became foothills graduating into grasslands. Ocèane found it rather beautiful in the evening sunset, with the rocks touched with orange and gold. Understanding that it could be treacherous, she took it slow, but still urged Evadne forward so that she could investigate more. The horse was wary, but obeyed, understanding the woman’s constant urge for exploring. What they found, though, was not what they had been looking for.

They’d been moving along the edge of the crescent moon when a creature had slinked around the far edge, only yards from where horse and luperci had frozen. With rippling muscle, golden fur, and hungry eyes, Ocèane immediately identified it as a cougar. “Run.” She urged, yanking back on her horse’s reins, knowing they could outpace the cat if they got a headstart. But Evadne was too spooked to understand the command, and the few moments of order transformed into chaos. The mare reared, eyes wide and mane flying in the perfect picture of terror. At the same moment, the cat charged. Ocèane knew her horse was not in any condition to understand commands, so in a split-second she made her decision. She rolled from the saddle, landing heavily on her side in the rocks with a dull thump. Her breathe was gone, and so was the horse- turned and fleeing into the nearby forest. As she gasped, the Hineyu scrambled to her feet, twisting her forearm forward in a blind swipe, for she knew the animal was on her. Her elbow collided with a ribcage, and she heard the cougar roar in rage as it stumbled back from the blow. She had half a second to act, so she turned and sprinted towards the crescent rock, finally able to fill her lungs. But she’d only gotten her hands on the first ledge when something heavy rammed into her flank, and she fell sideways, once again thumping to the cold rocks. The thing was quicker than she had hoped. As pain blossomed over her ribs she turned her eyes up to where she crouched, unsurprised to find the cougar preparing to lunge forward. Her final thought was of her family, and how she didn’t even get to fix things. And then she gave herself up, rolling her forehead against the frozen rock, only hoping she would find the light quickly.

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POSTED: Sat Jan 10, 2015 12:23 am

Vuk Amarok
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Paws that had carried him across the great land mass now took him on his road to nowhere in particular. He had been told that there had until recently been a pack to the east of New Dawn, within the depths of the mountain and whilst Vuk knew that packs formed and died like the rising sun and moon he was a curious sort, something that had often got him into trouble in the past. But he was big enough that trouble usually ended up the loser. The usual four legger was today standing tall with a spear grasped uncertainly in his paw. The elder Asgeir had been persuaded to teach him this method of hunting and fighting and Vuk had bowed to the elders lessons. Finding a touch of himself within the gruff solemn older male.

Still he was much preferred to hunt as nature had intended him to, though the longer he remained one of the infected he would admit the more curiosity he felt at it. He was an advocate of blood purity for those who were left, it was too late for himself and for most of the Amarok clan. But his sisters, the three of them had stayed pure and his one niece was untouched. Kiara had taken another of their kid as her mate, their children would be pure too. Hopefully they would remain so unlike his poor niece and nephews who had been changed by force just like himself.

Thundering up ahead forced him to a stop and he looked about himself trying to work out what it was when a horse burst out of the trail up ahead of him, terrified with its eyes rolling. Startled by the sudden appearance Vuk dropped his spear and held up his arms. An instinct reaction. He was in the middle of the trail and the horse had no where to go, slamming on its brakes and sliding to a stop mere feet from him. Vuk may have once been a pure wolf too but he had seen things on their journey, he knew what a horse was and what it was used for, the bits of leather ties about its head said that it had an owner. Obviously something had happened for a horse to lose its rider and run in terror. The horse reared and struck out with its hooves, forcing Vuk backwards a few steps to avoid being hit by the crazed equine.

In an attempt at a soothing voice Vuk spoke to the beast, mostly telling it that he wasn't going to hurt it. It pulled its ears forwards, probably noting the tone more than understanding anything he said. After a little bit of coaxing he managed to grab the animal's leather straps and tie them to a tree. That was when he heard the yowl of the cat. Leaving his dropped spear Vuk rushed forwards, shifting as he did so. He had been a luperci for years now, adept at moving between his forms. The secui pulled ground beneath its paws, huge strides eating up the ground.

Following the horse's scent he rounded the huge outcropping of rocks and the scene came alive before him. The female cowering on the ground and the cougar closing in for an easy kill. Without stopping Vuk charged forwards turning his head to the side and bulldozing his huge shoulder into the cat's body, sending it snarling and hissing head over toe.

Fur bristled all along Vuk's spine and hackles, his tail flagging high and ears pulling back against his head. Planting his body in front of the female he snarled,the sound rolling out from his deep chest and almost reverberating off of the rocks, echoing back and sounding all the more ferocious for it. Spreading its paws wide the cougar roared in the manner that cougars did and spat at him. Puffing up his fur he growled back, threatening, challenging.

He was back with his pack, back in the deep arctic, facing off against an Ice bear, the huge beast sizing him up, completely knocking him out of the running for size and strength. Still he had stood between it and his siblings. Once a Beta, always a Beta.

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POSTED: Sat Jan 10, 2015 11:58 pm

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She knew there was no feasible way out of this. Ocèane knew that her adventuring would be her demise, and she’d always known she’d go down in some ridiculous way. She’d just never expected the terror and sorrow that would arise in her at once. Nor would she have expected to recall each and every pain that had befallen her.

As a pup, sticking her nose too close to the flames and being burned. Her mother bringing home the crushing news that Noir, her sister, was dead- the first time her heart had broken. Traveling through the deep and unknown forest only to step into a bear trap and nearly lose her foot. Countless broken bones, an unimaginable number of times she’d fallen, alone in her adventures, and had to stand again all on her own. Giving birth to her children- and leaving them behind. Having her daughters and the one she’d once loved so truly come back to her and think it was his fault- another broken heart. Her brother vanishing, her daughter leaving for her own love, and Ocèane praying she wouldn’t be broken, too. Discovering that this daughter would soon have her own children. And the final adventure- to bleed out from the claws of a cougar, her blue jay feathers stained red and seafoam eyes going dark. All of these memories ran through her mind in the instance of a heartbeat, and then all she could see was the dark of the rock in front of her as she waited for the cold claws to befall her.

But they never came. Instead, she heard the painful screech of the cat, and something else roar before her. Oh, awesome. Now there was a bear here, and it had already eaten the cat and was going to come for her. But once again, no pain came. Ocèane raised her eyes, slowly, uncertainly, and what she saw took what little breath she had, and some unearthly wave of relief passed over her that made her want to lose consciousness from its power.

The Hineyu gasped, regaining the use of her lungs, and pressed her face against the freezing stone, squeezing her arms against her chest as she attempted to reclaim the urge to move, and not simply lay down and die. Someone was here, someone had come for her, on all fours and the size of a bear in secui form. The cougar may still be able to overpower her savior, but not if she was going to help it. Two lives were on the line now, and she wouldn’t stand to let either of them be snuffed out. Pressing a hand against the ground, Ocèane rose, just as the cougar charged again, this time its feline eyes set on its attacker. But she was ready, with a fresh burst of adrenaline to boot. The Aston snarled, voice low and animal, a sound she didn’t realize she could very much produce. It was enough of a surprise for the cougar to falter, and for her to rush forward. Flying over the ground like she had sprouted wings, Ocèane brought her knee forward, finding the predator’s soft ribs. On a new type of high, one born of near-death and crystalized adrenaline, she was pleased to hear a rib crack, and she took advantage by digging the claws of her hands into the cat’s shoulder, successfully managing to throw it off its course of attack and onto its side, where it struggled to regain its footing. Then her eyes darted to the stranger who had rescued her, a clear offer there. He was to finish the fight, as was his honor.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 28, 2015 3:36 pm

Vuk Amarok
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There wasn't any time for him to check and see if the female was alright or even if she was still breathing, for all he knew the cat could have already killed her and was simply circling back for its feast. But he wasn't about the let that happen, in any event he would find which pack this female was from and return her body or if she had no pack then he would bury her with honor himself. It was not something that a non shifter would do but Vuk had assimilated at least some ideas of the modern lifestyle, to be eaten by some filthy scavenger was not going to happen.

He had faced down worse enemies that this mangy cat, he had helped tip a war into his families favor, he had fought bears that were bigger than anything he had seen this far south, he had chased down caribou and bison. He was the north, the father of snow and ice and howling winds. The cat pounced, charging forwards with murder in its eyes. His body crouched preparing to spring and fight again when the female he had assumed was unconscious was suddenly in front of him, driving the cat sideways and off of its feet again. She was graceful and fluid in her movements and he couldn't help but stare for a brief moment, the feathers tied into her hair fluttering as their owner moved.

Even he heard the snap of bone and the cougar cried of pain. Her eyes darted to his and he caught her gaze for an instant. They flickered over to the beast that was struggling to rise and without any hesitance Vuk leaped forwards driving it back to the ground with his massive front paws, his claws digging in. The cat raised struck at him with its free paw, claws catching his huge shoulder and tearing great valleys into his flesh that blossomed forth with blood. His jaws lunged forwards and crunched down on its head, crushing the skull. The cat went limp, dead before its paw rolled off of his shoulder.

Vuk pulled away from it, limping badly on his right leg. He sucked in a hiss of breath as he tried to put weight on it and then hefted it up against his body, muscle must be torn, every time he moved it more blood squeezed out, but he turned to the female, his voice was gravelly and hoarse as it usually was and tinged with pain too, "Are you alright?" His brows furrowed, he was more concerned for she than he was of himself, he had survived worse injuries than this, the great scarring on his throat spoke of that.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 28, 2015 11:20 pm

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She was dead, if only for an instant. For that heartbeat between the cougar piercing her heart and the stranger saving her life, she had given up, utterly and completely. Ocèane had never felt that feeling before- she'd had many close calls, certainly, but what came with those was just a rush of fear and kick-started heartbeat. This had been different, in every way. She'd actually lay down, her face pressed against the cold stone, and waited for the darkness to come, because she had known, this time, that it was. And perhaps death had been meant for her, then and there. Maybe this place deep within the dead pack lands against the fading sunset sky was the place she would have met her end. But fate had been wrong- something else was not finished with her. And when this realization came to Ocèane, as she rose her bright eyes she had been so sure would go blank to fix on the unimaginable here to save her, strength had flooded her. If fate was wrong, for she was sure it was, then she was going to prove as much. She'd never ran faster, or hit harder. Her claws ripped the animal's flesh to ribbons and crushed bones, and her mind was fixed in a state that was only to prove that she was not dead yet. She still had blood boiling in her veins and a fire kindled in her belly, and they would stay bright until her true demise came, and they were snuffed out for good.

Her flash of adrenaline was true, but quick. After her deed had been done, she passed the torch to the male, and he did not disappoint. Ocèane watched in a half-crouch, ready to leap forward whenever she may be needed, even as her pains from the attack began to reappear and her strength began to fade. But it was soon obvious her help was not needed- the hulking Secui crushed the cougar with a vigor and determination that she had seen in few, even when his own blood began to flow. The animal's last cry was cut short as its time ended abruptly, and the sound of its body thudding against the frozen ground echoed with a sort of finality. There, both the woman who had been saved and the man who had done the saving stood in a precious few seconds of silence, before movement returned. The stranger hissed in pain and Ocèane turned her eyes from the mauled cat to his green gaze. She found herself transfixed for half a moment in those eyes, the ones that she would be dead without- before leaping into action. She only offered a quick nod, before moving towards him and dropping to her knees. She had minor injuries- her entire side was undoubtedly bruised from the earlier ramming, and she may have broken a finger or two when thrown into the stone, for they felt as though a fire had been lit beneath them. But these injuries were certainly minor and far from life-threatening. Her real concern was the gashes along the secui's shoulder, where his light fur was quickly becoming damp with blood. "I need to stop the bleeding. You didn't happen to see my horse run off, did you?" She asked, with only half a mind, for her eyes were on the wound as she examined its depth and severity.

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
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POSTED: Fri Jan 30, 2015 4:32 pm

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In future he might have scars to tell, he didn't know it it was going to heal completely or leave a jagged story of what had happened here this day. He was strong and that strength still flowed through him, giving him energy and life, giving him the gall to ignore his wounds as his eyes met with hers. They were a perfect shade of blue, an aquamarie that reminded him of the ice pools of his old home. He was sent back years in that one moment, to when everything was right and good with his world. Everglades were bright, they spoke of endless forests and the wild untamed lands he had come from. Blood, the lion's blood dripped from his jaws; and he was ancient in that moment.

But she nodded to his question and relief flowed through him, much more than it should for a simple stranger female. She came closer to him and dropped down to inspect the injury afforded him by his protection. Such things were a price he was willing to pay. There came a new pain too now, that his leg was of the ground and he twisted as she spoke to him, there was a second gash upon the right side of him, a shallower one clawed into his flank that he had not noticed. Probably from a rear paw. He rumbled in his chest, an irritated noise.

He nodded his head back towards the direction he had come from, "Back there. It almost trampled me, I tied it up to a tree." He was gruff but not harsh, being hurt did not put him in the best of moods. There was much to be said though that if she touched or prodded at the wound he did not snap or snarl of whine, he would simply pull back his ears and snort through his nose.

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POSTED: Sat Jan 31, 2015 12:15 am

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Never had she acted so quickly on a wound. Something compelled her to take great care and focus on this particular rush of blood- because it was coming from one who had saved her life. That was not a debt she could repay easily, and knew that while bandaging his wounds may bring gratefulness from him, it would not satisfy her in the least. She would need to give him something greater, something much better if she was every going to repay him. This stranger with the green eyes had given her the greatest gift of all: time. Time to fix things, time to see her children's children, and time to see her daughters grow. And the only way she could deserve that is if she returned the favor by sealing the wounds that she had indirectly caused. She only wished she had better medical skills.

Carefully, she placed her hand against the gashes, measuring how long it was and estimating how deep, so that she could figure how much bandaging she would need to use. It was a nasty wound, and Ocèane could only hope she had enough to help him. Her hand came away from his shoulder slick and heavy with blood, but she barely noticed as she moved onto his other cut, which was shallower, but longer. The Hineyu bit the inside of her cheek as she assessed the full extent of the damage. Her scan took under a minute, since time was of the essence, and as soon as she got her answer, she stood up and she ran to the place the male had indicated. By the time she could see a sliver of white through the trees, she was out of breath and her legs burned from the running, her broken finger still burning. Once she had come up to Evadne the horse snorted and rolled her eyes wildly, legs shuffling restlessly as her own adrenaline continued to pump. It didn't help that she had been tied to a tree, for had danger come, she couldn't escape; but the stranger had been smart to do so, for it would end up saving his life. "Shh, Evadne. Se calmer." The French words did their trick, as the mare had always had a soft spot for the language. The pale horse stopped her shuffling, though her side still shuddered with fear. Ocèane wasted no time. Quickly, she stepped up and balanced on one of the stirrups and removed the horse's saddle bag. Quickly, she dropped it to the ground, where the canvas rolled open to reveal two rolls of bandages, a small bottle of alcohol, a deerskin satchel, waterskin, and flint and steel. Quickly, she snatched up the bandages and alcohol and turned to vanish back into the forest, leaving her horse and supplies unattended in her frantic rush to apply first aid.

When Ocèane returned to the scene, she first noticed the dead cat that lay only feet away. Second, she noticed that the stranger had shifted from his Secui figure to his bipedal stance, and was sitting, eyes screwed tight with pain as he cradled his bleeding shoulder. While she knew she should be tending to his wounds, as time was running short and his life could very much be on the line, she couldn't help but stare. The woman had met very few canines who could crush a cougar with their jaws, but his feat was certainly no fluke. The male was overall very rugged and muscled, and she knew that with him around, nothing would dare to harm either of them.

Suddenly snapped from her reverie, Ocèane darted forward and kneeled, feeling oddly small and petite next to him. But her eyes darkened as her thoughts changed from wandering ones to the task at hand. "This will hurt." Was all she said, before placing her hand against his arm to steady both herself and him and dumping the alcohol over the wound, making sure every square inch was doused in the cleansing liquid.

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
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POSTED: Wed Feb 25, 2015 6:39 pm

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Her touch upon him was not as he had imagined it. The wound pained him and her fingers against it did not cause him the agony he anticipated, her fingers were soft and gentle like a cool breeze on a hot summer's day. Everglade slipped to her face as she leaned over him, her brows furrowed as she studied the extend of his damage and he could find himself getting lost in those seafoam eyes. There was a sense of loss that flowed through him as he watched her dart away, eyes tight with pain that had come back full force now that she had left him. Grimacing to himself the secui set his paw back on the floor, gritting his teeth as he did so. Heaving in a few deep breaths he tried to focus on the monstrous part inside of himself that gave him the unwanted ability to change shape.

As always the feelings of his muscles and bones rearranging made him sick to his stomach, the male even gagged for a second although nothing came up. It was all so unnatural to him. He felt like he was breaking apart and losing himself. The change sucked energy from him, draining it like a breach in a dam. Drying it up like a puddle out in the sun and by the time he was done the male was panting and felt cold and clammy. He thought that this way his wounds would be easier to bandage and have them stay on whilst he made his way back to New Dawn.

He closed his eyes, cradling the injured arm in his lap, and breathed slowly in and our until he felt somewhat normal again. When he opened them up she was back. Everglade flickered to her as she kneeled down next to him. Her touch against him again was soft and gentle, her scent was feminine and of smoke and wood. Fire. She was so close to him and he continued to breathe deeply, to draw in the scent of her. Except he barely took in her words before a burning agony was pressed against his shoulder.

Ears dropped back against the crown of his head and his muzzle wrinkled, a low growl curling from his chest. Damn that hurt. He sucked in a breath, the air hissing through his clenched teeth and he exhaled strongly through his nose, triyng to breath away the pain. He was a survivor above all else.

"Speech." Thought. Action.

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POSTED: Thu Feb 26, 2015 1:41 am

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While she may not have understood the finer parts of medical care or any more complex details, she was one of the best when it came to first aid. There had been countless times on her long, lonely journeys that she had cut herself badly, or broken a dense bone that had crippled her and nearly ended up being her demise. So Ocèane adapted- she traded for the best bandages and learned how to fix the worst of the worst, and could gauge quickly a wound and if it would need to be cleaned, stitched, or otherwise bandaged. She could see from first glance, that Vuk's wounds were not minor in the least. They were deep, and she could only hope since his figure was thick and strong that he could handle the blood loss before passing out- as she would most certainly not be able to carry him anywhere or otherwise attempt to heal him.

She flitted like a bird, quick and determined to complete the job and return the favor of a saved life- the only emotions in her gut were that of masked anxiety and perhaps guilt, for this may never had happened had she not been stupid enough to wander places she was not meant to go. Ocèane met his evergreen gaze when she said, quick and easy, that pain would follow. And she did not look away when she poured the alcohol, the anxiety in her stomach boiling more-so when his face twisted with the pain, muzzle wrinkled and eyes shut in a cruel move of removing that sweet green from her. The Hineyu was concerned to find that this stranger- who she credited with saving her life and crushing a cougar with only his jaws- dared to show pain. It was such a sight that she hoped his body would not seize from the uncontrolled agony, but her concerns were brushed away when she tipped the bottle back with a flick of her wrist and capped it. Dropping it carelessly in the grass she moved for the bandaging, unrolling it with skilled fingers. Then she gently lifted his arm and rolled the bandaging underneath, before beginning to wrap it methodically around the wound, thicker and thicker to ensure it would cease to bleed out. "You should have stitches. But I don't have anything for that." The dancer furrowed her brow as she worked, mind darting from idea to idea. She wasn't certain that the bandaging would hold out, unless the bleeding stopped. She wondered if she should offer to bring him back to AniWaya to receive care, but doubted he would appreciate too much help.

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
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POSTED: Thu Feb 26, 2015 2:34 am

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The fire was inside of him, consuming him up as it spread out from his shoulder and the Subord fought to stop himself from bracing his shoulder which he knew from experience would only force more blood out of the ragged gashes. Instead he clenched the other arm, taking all of the pain into himself and away from the wound she was tending so graciously. True there had been worse done to him but he was not so arrogant of his own strength that he would deny himself possibly lifesaving treatment.

But oh man it hurt. Just because he was strong did not mean he was immune to agony and occasionally to give in was to give yourself greater rest. He let it take over himself and sat still just breathing as she administered to him. His ears pulling forwards as her lyrical voice git them speaking of stitches, he raised his other hand and lifted his neck a little, stroking over the extensive scarring at this throat, "I did not have stitches for this and it healed." At the time the scarring had been a freshly caused injury Vuk had been the only luperci amongst a pack of non shifters. Crowl had died of his injuries that were beyond any of their ability to cure. Vuk himself had lingered at death's door for several days, dangling from the edge and holding on by the tips of his claws. He had evaded the reaper only just.

If it weren't for the hurt then this would be almost pleasant, there was no awkwardness felt within him for being with a complete stranger. It seemed saving a life had an instant bonding effect, even on those who were not family or friends. "New Dawn has a healer female. She can make sure it's healing well as time goes by."

"Speech." Thought. Action.

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