Pathless

POSTED: Tue Dec 11, 2012 2:36 pm

He found himself staring at a frozen stream, wondering what he was doing. Aro didn't need him. He had Sidra. Yet Raoth still couldn't leave the pack, still couldn't severe the tie keeping him with the male. It was painful, feeling that tug. If he could just break away he would have done it. Raoth had tried to do it several times, and always ended up coming back to the house. The worst part was that Aro cared for him, and always did things for Raoth. He was just another burden on the one canine he cared for and wanted to help.

Growing angry he smashed his fist against the ice, his knuckles cracking open on the impact. The small streams of blood didn't bother him, feeling the cold seep into his veins. What was he supposed to do? He didn't have a purpose, nothing that he was looking for to aid him or strengthen him. He was cut off. If only he could belong to just himself again. Amy had changed him though, and he wouldn't be able to be by himself ever again.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 08, 2013 12:07 am

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Dusk Rephaim

There was no doubt that his Lupus form was most comfortable. Despite all the advantages of Optime living (namely height and use of hands), something felt simply right about having all four paws on the familiar ground. Not to mention, it was much more practical for traveling as he was, and the importance practicality seemed to grow in his mind daily.

Dusk Rephaim was a coyote of modest appearance, and so he also dressed modestly. Not a cloth or trinket could be found on him. He liked to think he was above such frivolities, but really, he was just too poor and unskilled to buy or craft his own garments. The Addiction family way was one of pure strength and glory in battle, after all; what use did one have for passive skills like fletching or woodcarving? Alas, one does not choose their family, Dusk thought wryly as he nosed around in the loam for a nice, stream-smoothed stick to work on. But one could choose their friends, and choose he did. Inferni had been good to him in the three months he had lived there. A motley bunch, the coyote clan was, but he could always count on them to accept who he was, and who he wanted to become. Some small regret lingered with him for deserting his flesh and blood, but for now, he was glad for his newfound home.

And there, poking out of the mud by the stream in front of him, was the very stick he was looking for, twisted and white like a dead man's hand. He trotted to it and planted his forepaws in the mud to heave it out. Out it came, and Dusk took it firmly in his mouth, feeling pleased. But with his feet still in the fine wet silt, he felt delicate tremors reach his paw pads. An animal downstream, surely, and it felt like a fairly large one. His mother always told him he'd be killed by his curiosity, but a fierce pride and sense of independence smothered that notion.

Another Luperci, he saw as he made his way down the frosty banks of the half-frozen stream. A dark male, thick hide riddled with scars, but curiously young-looking as he hunched over the icy water. Perhaps it was the taut, angry way his skin rippled over his raised hackles, or the way he crashed his great curled fist into the ice before him, but the figure emanated an adolescent moodiness. It was almost laughable to Dusk, who prided himself (perhaps a bit too much) on his own level head. The guy was a good foot taller than he was in his Optime form though, and pretty ripped to boot. Dusk was naturally light and swift, a full-blooded coyote, and while he could outrun this brute in an instant, he wouldn't stand a chance in an honest fight. He dropped the white stick in the mud at his feet, momentarily forgotten.

In his mind, he did the wise thing and stood his distance, instead taunting the stranger from afar. Careful, now, he said, and while his voice was lilting and mirthful, his eyes were guarded. We wouldn't want you to rip any new holes in that pretty black coat, would we? It'd fetch a pretty price at the Halifax market, should you decide to cash in. Looks soft as a hare's pelt, so it does!

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POSTED: Thu Jan 10, 2013 5:56 pm

The scent of another brought Raoth's head up, sharp eyes staring at the coyote that stood there. He wasn't much different from himself with the grey colors that marked him. He looked weaker though, and rather ridiculous with the large pale stick in his mouth. Nothing more than a run of the mill coyote that didn't know what he was doing when he chose to push his nose in Raoth's business. He looked over the male, waiting to see what the other would say. When it was an insult Raoth was hardly surprised. He was used to such a thing, his anger waiting and willing to rise at the words.

A low growl dropped from the male's lips as he straightened to his full height. The contempt was clear as he looked him over, rolling back his shoulders. Lips lifting to show off a sharp set of fangs he looked at the laughing male. If he was going to try to take that pelt the idiot would find himself flying off. He wished he could insult the other in turn, but his muteness made that impossible to accomplish. His simple wish would have to be left left unfulfilled. At least until he had the coyote pinned and eating mud.

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POSTED: Fri Jan 11, 2013 10:15 pm

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Dusk Rephaim

The stranger's growl was deep and guttural. He stood and turned slowly to face Dusk, revealing bared teeth and eyes that smoldered with rising anger. The rational part of Dusk's mind warned him of baiting this dangerous-looking fellow, but the voice was soft and he took no heed of it. With a vague sense of unease, he snorted in the silence, the sides of his mouth curling in a wide canine smirk.

Nothing? Don't be shy now, Dusk scowled, feigning offense. You know it's rude not to speak when spoken to.

It was all fun and games to him. He grew up a bored child, something of a prodigy in regard to his skill in stealth, at least in comparison to his siblings. He always had a rather aggressive sense of humor, unfortunately coupled with a knack for going too far. At less than two years old, Dusk had yet to grow out of these childish impulses. At the back of his mind, though, he knew he would pay for it in some way or another.

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POSTED: Mon Jan 14, 2013 1:15 pm

The smirk rubbed right into Raoth's sore spot. He couldn't respond back, all he could do was threaten. Well, that and carry out the threat. Raoth wasn't capable of giving more than that though. He couldn't insult the coyote short of stuffing his face in the mud. Or slamming that guy's head through the ice. That seemed like a fairly pleasant idea. That would get the guy to shut up. His eyes gleamed with the thought of how he would silence this new pest that had shown up in his life. His weight shifted slightly as he prepared to grab the coyote.

A sharp grin replied to that second comment. Raoth pushed himself forwards, rapidly covering the distance between them. If the coyote started a full out run through the woods Raoth was confident that he could shift down fast enough to keep up with the other. He might even let himself get carried away and use his secui form. Thoughts of revenge burned through his mind, claws swiping at the coyote with the ferocity that one would usually reserve for someone they hated to the core of their soul. Raoth was too rotted though, viewing the world through a haze of hate and pride.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 17, 2013 12:57 am

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Dusk Rephaim

The charcoal Optime responded to his childish quips with a look of purest loathing. There was a steely hardness in those glaring golden eyes that made Dusk do a double take. Suddenly it dawned on him: this guy isn't speaking because he can't speak. Shit, he's a mute. In his limited experiences, those who couldn't talk either resorted to extreme submission or extreme violence, and this kid seemed to be the latter. Dusk was beginning to regret initiating the encounter at all. Especially when the stranger charged at him.

The hell is your problem, The Lupine coyote spat as he darted nimbly from the tall male's path of destruction. The big guy was faster than he looked, Dusk realized with a sinking feeling. He wouldn't be able to dodge these blows for long, and he didn't think his opponent would give up any time soon. Not with the amount of insults I've thrown at him, Dusk thought with a wince. Well, this was where all that sparring practice would come in handy.

Dusk had the most experience fighting in his Lupus form, but there was no way he could take this guy on unless he was upright as well. Wood carving branch all but forgotten, Dusk sprinted a few yards behind the attacker, hoping to buy enough time to shift. He planted his back paws into the half-frozen mud at the stream's bank as they lengthened into padded feet. In a single motion, he opened his newly-shifted sinewy arms to his opponent and sprung, teeth bared at the turning opponent. Unfortunately for Dusk, the ground was slick with frost and his feet flew from under him with the force of his leap. At the same time, the scarred coyote hybrid had his clawed fist raised for yet another attack. He swiped at Dusk with enough force to fell a small tree, or so Dusk thought, because the claws caught his slipping, outstretched leg to leave a long, nasty gash across it.

Thrown completely off balance, Dusk missed the target and fell on his left shoulder into the mud. His right leg twitched in pain, apparently able to do nothing but spray little droplets of blood over the frosty ground. He snarled, this time genuinely angry, and flipped onto his back with his arms crossed over his chest in defense. As the tall male loomed over him, he kicked out powerfully with his left foot, outwards and upwards, at the leering battle scarred face. With any luck, the kick would meet its mark and the attacker may be stunned or knocked unconscious long enough for Dusk to limp back to Inferni.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 17, 2013 2:01 pm

The sharp words only brought a deep snarl from Raoth. His problem was simple. It was that the world was filled with canines like the one before him that seemed to have nothing better to do than try to push down on him. That was just fine with Raoth though. He could fight. He'd knock them all down, one by one. This one was here right now, and he was the one that would find himself bearing Raoth's anger. The coyote managed to dodge him the first time, his hard blow breaking across the branches. Snarling he twisted around, the rage that was driving him beginning to blind him to anything but the coyote before him.

Twisting around to follow the coyote he smirked as he saw the change to optime. He'd just entered Raoth's area of expertise. He knew how to take down others in optime form. He'd been trained in it, drilled until he bled. Easily Raoth prepared himself to dodge the blow. A quick strike to the ribs could be done then. Luck was working with him, sending the coyote off balance. Sneering he swiped out, catching a leg as he went by. The blow was sharp, putting him even further off course. The wound was deep, and most likely would get ugly. Running forwards he faced the coyote, snarling with as much anger as him. The kick hit Raoth's arm, but it didn't stop him. He reached down to grab the coyote and slam him against the tree. Maybe carve into him, something to make sure he knew not to mess with Raoth again. Then he'd let him go.

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