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- Sabeen Thames - 03-09-2009 [html] for svara. short posts![/html] - Svara Thames - 03-09-2009 Svara could smell her. She was so close. The devil herself lurked near her and even so far away she could feel her powerful drag. The hair rose on the girls neck as anger consumed her. She wanted nothing more then to take what was rightfully hers. Images of her fathers death lurked in a deep corner of her mind, one that seemed to be all she thought about these days. Dropping the rabbit she had caught Svara shifted grabbing the dagger she had stabbed into the tree a few moments before. Zack her brother turned his head and looked at her with a curious gaze still in his wolf pelt. Turning away from him she put her nose to the air and didn't say a think to her brother as she started running towards the scent. She wanted to confront the women, to make her pay for what she had done to her father, even if it killed her in the end. Or got her kicked out of Dahlia? Running blindly through the woods she could hear her brothers paw steps behind her until finally she found what she was looking for the women who was clutching the rosery she never had.
Moving slower now she didn't want to surprise Sabeen. "Get on your fucking feet bitch." Svara snarled anger distorting her face. Her brothers hand was on her shoulder then his words in her ear. "You cannot take back what will be done. What happens here will only bring you darkness. Don't do this Svara." The she wolf shrugged her brothers hand from her shoulder and started for Sabeen Dagger tight in her grasp. "My father was right. You were nothing but a waste of time, a crazy peice of shit!" She spat at Sabeens feet a great insult to the women who had birthed her.
- Sabeen Thames - 03-09-2009 [html] [/html] - Svara Thames - 03-09-2009 [html]Svara hadn't thought she was in one of her moods. Hadn't thought the women would scream the german words at her. Svara knew them, she had been raised around them understood the underlining meaning. "I only see one fucking devil!" Svara screamed at the women before Sabeen launched herself at her. Svara didn't move in time, the women's body pushed her to the ground with a great force knocking the air out of her young lungs.
Gasping for air the red she wolf took the dagger and slashed out with it. Weather it got her mother or not she couldn't tell she was to busy trying to breath. The air finally came back into her lungs with a painful lurch. Her yellow eyes burned and she wanted to kill Sabeen. "I'LL KILL YOU YOU FUCKINGWHORE!" - Giggle Dracon - 03-09-2009 [html]
[/html] - Svara Thames - 03-09-2009 [html]She saw her mothers blood and saticfaction rose in her chest but it wasn't for long. The she wolf saw that the wound hadn't fazed her mother as she continued her rage filled fit. Fear spilled into her chest finally right before she saw her mothers clawed hands coming for her eyes. Many could say when they lost something they knew they had lost it before it was even gone. Svara finally understood what that meant. Claws raked into her eyes with such a force it made the young she wolf scream in pain. All she could smell was her own blood as it came from her shredded face. With her dagger hand she moved it to stabb the women to get her off of her. She would take what ever she got until the women got off of her. Her eyes screamed in pain the force of it making her skull ache and her stomach feel sick. "Get off of me! Fucking die you bitch DIE!" Svara screamed and roared in her painic and pain. Some how the girl knew she had lost something. [/html] - Sabeen Thames - 03-10-2009 [html] [/html] - Svara Thames - 03-10-2009 [html] Svara felt her mother roll off of her a whimper of pain escaped her maw as she clutched her hands to her shredded eyes. She could feel the blood drip from the wounds burning and burning. She would cry but the tears would only make this pain worse. Even through her pain she expected her mother to come again to finish what she had started, but her scent drifted away with the sound of her foot steps. Her brother had been right, this had only ended in darkness. Putting her hand on the ground she tried to get up, her balance was off but she got to her feet. Her legs trembled and her other hand was kept to her eyes, blood running down her face and cheeks. The young she wolf felt fear and panic building up in her gut. Her eyes wouldn't open, her eyes wouldn't stop hurting. Falling back to the ground Svara wailed her hands kept to her eyes. She knew that this couldn't be taken back. The worst was she was all alone and couldn't help herself. She knew the herbs and things she needed to do, but she couldn't find them or use them with out her vision. The red she wolf felt like death was better then this punishment.
- Haku Soul - 03-10-2009 [html]
- Svara Thames - 03-10-2009 [html]Svara just lay there in her pain. Her hands over her aching eyes. It hurt so bad, her body trembled. She should have known she wouldn't get away from her mother unscathed. The women had killed her brothers, then her father all in the same day what arrogant train of thought made her think her mother wouldn't get her to? Svara watched to scream in rage and sorrow. It wasn't fair! It was the sound of movement that made her body stiffen and the she wolf held in her sounds of pain. She couldn't smell over her own blood and now she couldn't see. Her own pain was making it hard to consentrate. A deep threatening growl resonated from her. The growl erupted from her maw and it only made her head and eyes hurt worse but it didn't make her stop the threatening noise.
It wasn't till she heard his voice. Cool and collected like it always was when he wasn't pissed off. Svara curled up into a ball in great shame. Had he come to laugh at her? If anything she hated him the most. He hadn't listened to her, he hadn't carred. She shied away from what heat she felt from him. "Leave me alone, I hate you." She growled pain in her angry words. So much pain she felt her stomach began to turn before she leaned up a little and vomitted. It was only then did she take her hands off her eyes to support herself up on the ground. "I don't need your fucking healer or your help I know what the hell I'm doing." She practically sobbed between her rage filled growls. They would kick her out now. Svara knew she was useless. It only made her want to throw up again. [/html]
- Cwmfen nic Graine - 03-10-2009 [html]
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Cwmfen walked slowly through the packlands, and she felt her body healing, not dying, all around her. The warrior was eager for the healing process to be finished, and while she knew that she could not practice the arts of war without undoing her progress, she needed to keep her body moving, if only to keep herself busy. Suddenly, there was an overwhelming scent of blood. The female’s ears pricked forward—she thought she could hear someone. The female quickened her pace, but only slightly, for in her state she could only push herself so far before she would undo the painstakingly slow progress. Yet, even for her wounds, the female’s movement retained their grace, and the warrior seemingly moved through the trees as she had once did. Only the urgency in her face belied her leisurely progress. The scene that unfolded before her was not something that she had expected, but, having entered from where the attacker had left, the female caught the scent, but did not recognize it. She tucked that information into the back of her mind—it would not be hard to find the perpetrator later, for the scent of the pack lingered in that smell. Another Dahlian had done this. This greatly displeased the warrior. Such bickering among the pack should not be present, and this outcome was inacceptable. But for now, the injured warrior turned her attention to one who had lost much more than she had. Haku was already there, attempting to calm the hysterical youth. But she had rejected his aid, a mistake on her part. And when the hands that held her eyes moved to reveal what had been done to her eyes, the warrior understood the hysteria of the dark red female. Despite the sympathy the female could muster for Svara’s sufferings, she could not help but feel that Svara had only brought this upon herself. Perhaps she was quick to judge, but there was no doubt what offense that girl’s mouth would do. It had obviously drove someone to this end. And while she may not be deserving of such an end, perhaps she could see the wrongs of her character and use this lesson to better herself. Or perhaps the warrior was alone on such a thing. The female approached slowly, meeting the gaze of the Lilium briefly before turning her white eyes to the bloodied mess. “Svara,” the alto melody called, and her voice was not made soft, but remained as it usually was, for she did not wish to provoke the other anymore with trifles. She paused to let the girl recognize her. “You need to accept his help.” Reaching down, she lifted the fallen dagger from the earth. The female had told herself that she would revoke that freely given gift should it be put to fowl use, and while she did not know exactly what had happened, she would not be lenient. For now, she would keep it with her, in case Svara should use it against herself. - Haku Soul - 03-11-2009 [html]
- Svara Thames - 03-11-2009 [html]
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 03-11-2009 [html]
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The black fae gave the chocolate Lilium a wry smile. She knew all too well his anger and disgust with the workings of the child. She knew his words to be true as well, and they validated her suspicions. The warrior hated these things. Once, she had believed that the girl could learn, could be taught discipline and respect. To be taught to know her place and when she could and could not rise to accept a challenge. Certainly, when Svara had sought her, the female had seen such potential. She had given the girl the dagger, the other which she kept herself. But it had become clear that the girl was unstable, unable even to control he own temper. Unable to accept. This girl was one of many whom the warrior saw as too human. And if this were to be the future of the luperci, there would only be imbalance. And such imbalance lead only to destruction. The world had been lucky once. The humans had died and the earth was reclaiming what was once her own. But perhaps they would not be lucky. But it was not hopeless yet, the warrior constantly reminded herself. Such workings were slow and patient. There was still time for change. Despite the Lilium’s disgust, he went to lift the bloodied child. It was instances such as this that won the warrior’s respect. It was a demonstration of control and diligence, and she had seen the Lilium fulfill his duties many times. Perhaps that was why she did not view him as the monster that others saw. The girl whimpered, begging for death. The warrior’s nose wrinkled in distaste before becoming smooth once more. “Not this way, Svara. You can’t admit defeat yet.” The warrior knew that the girl’s sight was gone. Perhaps her eyes were gone too, but for the mess she could not say, and the warrior was no medic. But youth was on the girl’s side. She could still learn to cope with it. On her travels, the woad woman had seen many blind creatures who miraculously fulfilled life’s needs independent of the aid of others. That was one thing about nature. If one thing failed, there was always something else to fall back on. Her attention was averted from the child to the leader. The warrior frowned, something she did not do often, and nodded silently. “Yes, I may keep it for now,” the alto melody agreed at length. The white orbs considered her again. Knives and daggers were not toys. Such disrespect of the weapon was quite disappointing. She had thought better of her. But the warrior swallowed all the things she could say and simply cleaned the blade in the dead grass. “We should hurry,” she urged the male. “I’ll follow behind you,” and she gave a faint smile, silently indicating with her spoken words the wounds that slowed her movements. “If Svara will need a place to stay, you can take her to my den.” - Haku Soul - 03-18-2009 [html]
- Svara Thames - 03-18-2009 [html]
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Cwmfen returned Haku’s smile in likeness and merely nodded in silence. She knew what he must be thinking, and the warrior wondered why she did bother with the younger female. But she knew that Svara could be difficult, and she knew that many of the members had already gotten a taste of her personality and disliked it. She knew that Svara knew this too. And, though Svara may not like the warrior, she knew that she could invoke a patience, one with which she could deal with the healing process that was sure to come. If the flow of blood could be ceased, the girl would not die. Her body had not begun to go into the shock that she had seen countless times in battlefield. Perhaps it was the girl’s tendency to hurt herself (the warrior had seen the scars, and by the nature with which the scars lay and their edges described, they had been self inflicted; the female did not understand the need for such a thing, but she knew that such a need did indeed exist within them, and she suspected that it was something derived from the same entity that gave them the ability to shift), but her body was showing a resilience to the wounds. The warrior was about to counter the blinded girl’s protest and request. But the female was silent. The girl had mentioned to gather several herbs: horsetail or yarrow. The latter was something that the Caledonian-Korean did not recognize, and the former was familiar. The black fae was silent as she quickly ran through her memory. When she found nothing, she thought of the words. Horse and tail. Equus Saeta...equisetum. Latin was a language still taught within certain Caledonian cultures, and she knew of its uses. She knew it now. Horsetail. She had heard of some who used it, but she only vaguely knew of its uses. It would do something for the wound she knew, and so the warrior did not tell Svara to stop and go to Deuce. Perhaps the girl did not need her physically, and she knew that Svara did not want to go to her, could see it in her pain-crazed movements. So finally, the female shifted, turning away from Haku. She knew what the plant looked like. She could get it for the girl. “I can get you the Horsetail,” the alto melody responded. The white orbs looked back to Haku. She too could do what the moment required of her, and she smiled at her Lilium. “I will go and get it. I do not have anything with which to boil water. I don’t have any cloth, either.” The unsaid question was clear, and she hoped that the Lilium would not mind. If the female did not live so modestly, perhaps she could have taken the matter from his hands, but she could not do that. “You can take her—I’ll follow your trail.” Perhaps in other circumstances, room for argument would have been allowed. But the heart and the blood would not wait. Time would not wait. The warrior turned to leave, to search for that herb. - Haku Soul - 04-10-2009 [html]
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