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- X'ies Lambda - 06-21-2012 [html]
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News was a treat and tended to spread like gossip among cackling females. But those straining ears starved for a bit of excitement, would always be the last to hear... but the first would always be the pack protectors.
A trespasser dared set a paw across the Nomad borders, arrogant in their belief that they could make away with their theft, however menial the treasure they stole. It was the mentality of a loner that could not see beyond their passionate moments. And this like, her family had come to pity. Though they were made aware of the intrusion and called on alert, none made an advance for the pitiable fool. It was the role of another family to inquire and judge, while the Exultare remained as an image of strength should the inquisitions turn unfavorable.
But it would not come to that... or so the young female hoped as she lingered among her family. The day's training had been forfeit with news of this trespass, allotting her the rare opportunity to acquaint herself to her new body by her own means. Her use of it was poor at best, so used to prowling expertly upon all fours. The shift in balance took a great deal of getting used to. Even when walking, her developing form still slumped unflatteringly as she attempted to keep herself upright. More a beast than an elegant female the Mareck females would have her be in order to display the crafts they had made to adorn the Exultare women to display their femininity. What little she could manage was a badger's pelt across her shoulders and a mess of loose feathers in her short mane; rough looking at best. An image that never failed to invoke a chiding sneer on her brother's lips.
And from her height, she could see it now, his quivering lip as he looked to the thick limbs of an overhanging tree to spy his sibling reclining at leisure. He would protest and claim that as the pack warriors, they should all remain at ready while the threat of other trespassers remained. There was no time to lay idle when danger lurked. But from her height, she could see the border, the very line the foolish dared cross. She could see any before they came and assured her brother both in blood and family that she could make him aware. If only he could be calm... he could see this and be glad for it.
But they were not the same... perhaps in appearance but never in mind.
She sighed disappointedly to this fact, dwelling briefly on the times when they had indeed thought as one as pups til their destiny was laid before them, changing the course of all. She had been thankful for the distraction from the depressing thoughts in the form of a messenger calling for her from below. Swiftly she descended, landing awkwardly on her unpracticed limbs then hobbled to greet her caller. It was X'ies who needed her? She shared a look of surprise with the messenger as she was led away toward the Lambda encampment. Sending a messenger was much more formal than necessary when she would have gladly come if he himself had asked. She had intended to inquire... but as they draw further from the warrior's camp her guide turned to stone, his steps painfully rigid as the interrogating corridors came into view. Then she too came to stand still, her body suddenly stricken with the chill of the coming winter and a discomfort she could not place.
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It was uncomfortable, being this far away from her own camp even if it was just a few yards away. It felt like she were trespassing only another packs grounds even though she was certain at least one of her Shepard’s mates resided within these ‘borders’. Perhaps her own mother…if memory served. And they were all of the same Family, as she recalled with little confidence though she tried regardless there was no reason for her to feel out of place. Besides, her friend were spare her this discomfort soon enough.
What she was greeted with was not the four-legged form she had grown used to, but one upon two legs mirroring her own. She was surprised to say the least, and partially disheartened that he had about an inch on her in height. Perhaps during another time, she would have pouted and teased her friend about this til he made up some reason why it was better genetics turned out this way. But the tone of the setting around not allow for playful banter now. Not when the mood was made this grave.
Never the less she forced a smile, approaching her friend as she always did; with a favoring wag of her tail and an endearing touch on the cheek. “You could have called for me yourself,” she scolded him softly, hoping to diffuse the ominous air that hung about them. “But what task would a Lambda ask of an Exultare that would require formality?“
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Still, she did not understand the implications implied when he called for her. In her mind, it would have been simpler for him to retrieve her himself. What would happen this particular night that would have made her reluctant to heed his future calls? It was not a question thought in ignorance, but in a desire for a truthful response better left for experience to answer. She would have to wait and see... but the idea of doing so did not sit pleasantly with her.
None the less, she followed her friend into the corridor that led to horror. The scent was there before she could see it. The bitter stench of blood hanging thickly in the air emanating from the bound trespassing like a horrid aura. Without word to it, she looked to her friend in explanation unable to voice her discomfort in seeing this mess. What sort of inquisition called for this?
...and he expected her to assist?
"X'ies..." it was not fear, but uncertainty wrought across her face as she looked between the captive and her Lambda companion. "X'ies I dont think...I don't think I can do this. He hadn't harmed anyone, had he? And...it isn't as though his group poses a threat to us...right?"
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But this circumstance was bigger than her own dislike of harming the defenseless. It was unfortunate to be presented this way, but she could not deny the threat this dog and his pack possessed. They were jeopardizing the life of the Nomads. They were starving her beloved family. Winter was not perhaps the leanest time, but was always the most precious to the pack. It was the time the young were born on the mountain and taken care of by the family as a whole. Leaving the band of dogs free to scavenge their reserves meant there would not be enough to feed the mothers that would in turn not be able to feed their young sufficiently. It meant hunting farther away, placing the family’s defenses at risk. It meant trying their resources… leaving their fates to the ancestors and out of their paws completely. This scenario only further churned the bile in her stomach and bring a paw to her stoic maw as the bitterness threatened to rise.
The prisoner was no fool. Though blood rushed in his ears he could still hear the twisted words of the mad wolf. His heart quickened and panic lit his eyes as he watched the conviction change in the female’s eyes. There had been hope when it looked she would not replace the male as his jailer, but knowing full well the bonds of family, the very thing that bound him and his own pack to steal… he could see the tethers of mercy were far out of reach…
The Exultare were not torture masters. They were not mindless killers. They were a lot controlled by instinct, and trusted it above all else. They were conditioned to dismiss pain in the midst of a fight. They were hit, cut, and fought til all manner of assault was dull to their mind until the very end when the excruciating damage was felt in a single instance. They were trained to know pain, to embrace it, then dismiss it. They knew what would bring any other to their knees. She never believed she would be forced to inflict such pain to another… at least in this manner.
The glimmering light of life dulled from her eyes as she pushed the noise of senseless thought aside and centered on a single idea; making the dog speak. There was no reluctance, only purpose as she moved to stand in front of the struggling beast. Swiftly, she crouched in front of him placing both her hands gently on a thigh. There was no sense in waiting for the question again. As often as she was sure it drilled into the dog, it damn well knew what they would ask of it. So instead, she let the tips of her claws trail lightly along his inner thigh as if to gentle coax him to speak. Her ears twitch patiently, but heard only his rampant breaths and not the words they needed to hear. And seamlessly, a single claw penetrated the fur into flesh, slipping deeper til the lone digit was hilted. Her ears were deaf to all else but the words she needed to hear. Yelps of pain were but noise again pushed aside. Then the claw was withdrawn stained crimson from its deed and began to trail along the interior of the thigh once more… but in sharp, penetrating jabs through the flesh, perforating a path toward his necessarily bits. But her path diverged from the inner thigh and began a rhythmic pace on the exterior, slipping through the fur and deep within the flesh, grating muscle to touch bone, then withdrew only to begin again…
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Would she ever need to exercise these methods again? Would this become a skill added to her repertoire as a warrior? Such questions were far from mind when it was thoroughly engrossed in the pain inflicted by her ministrations. Occasionally, her eyes would peer up at the struggling beast. Her ears were still deaf to his screams, but her eyes lingered intently on his maw awaiting the form of useful words to bring an end to this grim interrogation. But his mouth remained ajar with tongue lulling wildly across his cuspids. No articulate formations, nothing worth allowing her ears to hear.
It was the touch on her shoulder that kept another digit from penetrating the flesh. A word of advice… if one could call it that. Or was it more a critique of her methods? Keep him hopeful? Did the dog truly believe he would make it out alive if he did not speak of his pack’s location? Hopeful would have been if something useful came out of his mouth. He was placing her family at risk and selfishly desired to keep his lips sealed. He did not deserve hope. His silence was killing her family…
He did not deserve to hope.
Her blood drenched hand left this gushing thigh and latched onto the throat of their uncooperative guest. There was no ease into the pressure, only a crushing vice-like grip that rapidly increased the longer he remained silent. His gasps for air should have been laden with precious words. What use was it for him to try and breathe when he would die if he remained this selfish. Is that what he wanted to become? A martyr to his pack? An example of his loyalty to them while he let another pack die? No… he would not be held to such high regard. He would not be a savior to his pack. If he would not speak, then he would be treated as a murderer. And murderers deserved not hope… but death.
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