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- Brennt - 04-29-2009 The predator had been deeply gratified by the consumption of the last child, which had inadvertently wandered near its lair in the human city. Pups were small creatures, and it had not sustained the massive creature for long. It had been forced to spend the remainder of that day seeking rabbits and other small mammals, and though it was expert at keeping itself fed, it had a lot of mass to feed. It's passive, all-day hunting had lasted for a few days at this point, and now it had found itself on the border of the pack that the feathered wolf had called home. The predator had run from that wolf initially, but now it was in better health, and would be able to defend any kill it made. It halted at the border, smelling the scent left by the leader, and while it considered turning back, there were other, more compelling scents, on the air. While the predator did not understand precisely why it devouring children brought such satisfaction--that was something that only Brennt himself would know, but never thought about long enough to actually spell out for himself using what scant talent he had with words--it was developing a taste for them, independent of Brennt's psychological dependency. Their flesh was tender, and while they weren't as good as rabbit, they were easier to catch. The only thing it had to fear were wolves who sought to protect them, and it understood how big it was in comparison to most wolves. It could smell a puppy very near the border, and after a moment's hesitation, crossed over the border into pack territory. The border was a long perimeter; packs rarely noticed when someone crossed into their lands, provided they hadn't gone in very deep. The predator knew that, so long as it wasn't caught, there would be no immediate consequences of crossing the line. Instinct told it that where there were puppies, there were defenders, and that it would need to be wary of them. It's hunger wasn't as powerful as it had been last time, and it would avoid a fight if it could. Hopefully it would be able to grab the pup, kill it, and leave before anyone intervened. - Noir Aston - 04-29-2009 [html]
- Brennt - 04-29-2009 I think either one of you can reply after this? Libri could write about Noir's reaction, or Leland could spring in to the rescue! Either way, I think both of you should reply before Brennt does again. Before it found the child, the predator heard her, calling out to it. Ordinarily, it would be able to disregard this sound, but something was different today. Its serious hunger had already been sated, and its focus was shaken with the sound. Wolves of ages past had not been without curiosity, and it was that curiosity which took hold of the powerful hunter now. The voice was that of the puppy, but as it looked out to see that she had spied it before it had spied her, it wondered at her strange behavior...what prey called attention to itself in this way? It didn't quaver in fear, sink low to the ground, or start running, it actually came toward the predator. Its intent focus already wavering, and its curiosity growing, its desire to understand her became greater, temporarily, than its urge to devour her, and that was enough to start reverting back to the bumbling but worded wolf it had been before. It paused for a long time, looking at the happy little girl, approaching her cautiously, scenting the air, trying to fathom what was different. As it sought to make sense of the sounds she had made, Brennt slowly began to emerge, and make some slow sense from the words as he remembered them. His understanding came in a wave, and he emerged as if snapping awake from some day-dream. The little girl was introducing herself. But he didn't want to know her, she was a puppy...puppies made him upset, they reminded him of his mother, and what had happened, and made him want to eat them. Why wasn't he eating her? "Brennt," he said abruptly, without thinking about why he was answering. It was what you were supposed to do, his mother had always said. Nevertheless, he didn't want to know this puppy, he wanted to eat her. The more she stood there and smiled at him, the more he wanted her to stop; the more he hated her because she was a puppy and puppies had taken mother away, the more he hated her because she smiled and was laughing and happy when he was frowning and bitter and confused, the more he hated her because she was glad to see him even though he was a bad person, and her gladness made him feel guilty. As his emotions mounted, he tried to help himself get away from the words and the bad feelings, sinking back into a simpler life she had woken him up from. Without another word, Brennt nipped her shoulder, just hard enough to really hurt. They were still near to the border, but he was deep enough in that there could be no mistaking that he was trespassing. He wanted to eat her, and he wanted to do it quickly, before he got in trouble. He moved in quickly to nip her again, harder still. The taste of her fur would bring it back, he knew. His dull, emotionless eyes stared at her small form...not into her eyes, because that was hard. He wouldn't do that if he was still using words...words made eyes harder, made people harder...gave him empathy, which he didn't like. He would chase her, chase her and bite and gnaw her until he finally woke up in that strange way he sometimes did, and when he woke up, he wouldn't be afraid of breaking the rules, he would eat her fast, and then run away before anyone found out. - Noir Aston - 04-30-2009 [html]
- Brennt - 05-01-2009 Dude, she's so cute and helpless...I hope this experience won't traumatize her? Also, maybe this is a good time for Leland, since Brennt won't stay confused forever =P What happened next was something that Brennt had never experienced before, and would never have expected. The little girl, the one he had hurt and the one he had hungered for, ran beneath him. He had hurt her, and she ran to shelter beneath him. It was an odd sensation, the warmth and vulnerability of the little child. It was a side of children he couldn't have guessed was there. Brennt had never believed children were cute, he had hated them from the start when his mother paid them more attention than she did him. Nonetheless, the creeping adoration that most wolves had for children, especially wolves from before the virus, came upon him now, and for the barest instant he was able to understand why he had lost out to them in his mother's eyes. Nonetheless, that realization, which had come much faster than was usual to him, was slowly supplanted by other emotions. Children were bad. They had stolen mother, they had stolen Nowry Village, they had made him run away, they always reminded him of how much they'd hurt him, too. He hated children. He hungered after them. And now they were making him bad just like they had done to his mother, making people love them because they were cute and soft and innocent... For a few moments, Brennt had allowed the little girl to shelter under him, but not he sprang up, stepping back and sticking his head down between his forelegs to grab her by the tail and pull her roughly back up front, where he snapped his jaws in front of her, inches away from her face. Why couldn't he eat her yet? Why weren't the words turning off? He didn't understand. He felt bad, he knew he was breaking the rules, and he was getting anxious about being discovered. He just wanted to eat her and leave. - Ocèane Aston - 05-06-2009 Oceane had been exploring past the tribe's lands once more and this time though she'd got away without her siblings finding out and threatening to run to their mother. She was quite happy with herself and the stalking she'd done after all the bugs along the way and back though her belly was quite full of the crunchy tangy insects now. She had not expected to come across anyone as she was sneaking back to the den but she'd heard the sound of her sister and the soft sniffles that normally were followed by tears. She had not scented her brothers nearby and she wondered just who in the world was making Noir cry, no one was allowed to make her sister cry but her siblings! She crept closer to where the scent of her sister had come from and she caught sight of something that she had never thought possible. Noir was trying to hide under the feet of a stranger and the male seemed to be poking and picking fun at her sibling, but not in the normal teasing ways that Attila and she did. When she saw the crimson bloom of blood along her sister's pelt she growled a tiny puppy growl and boldly threw her little feet into action. She was not going to let this monster hurt her sister! The small chocolate and beige pup did the only thing she knew to do and upon running in on the scene she yelled. "Yous leave my sister alone!" seconds before she bit down on the closest part of him she could reach. His tail. Latching on hard she uttered an angry snarl, her fur along her back bristling up. She had no intentions of letting go until he left her sister alone! - Brennt - 05-12-2009 OOC: Sorry, I thought we were waiting for Libri << A puppy's jaws were not strong, but a puppy's teeth were very sharp, and while Brennt had heard the little wolf running awkwardly over to him, he had not thought she would attack him any worse than he was used to. It was strange, he had used to be afraid of getting hurt, but even though he couldn't remember any of the details, he was comfortable enough with pain now that he did not shy away from it. He had many new marks on his body from the fights he'd been in, and he had become quite comfortable with the idea of getting hurt and hurting others...but not breaking the rules. It was as if his mother followed him everywhere...she would never love him again, but she could always hate him more because he was breaking the rules. He felt that pressure every time, but wasn't smart enough to know whether or not making her hate him so much he didn't care anymore was part of his mania. One way or the other, the tiny jaws bore down, and he yelped. He was accustomed to injury, but had not expected to be bitten on the tail! Urgently, he began to turn around to get his teeth close to the puppy, but she wasn't there anymore! She was on his tail, and it hurt even worse because her weight was in the bite now, too! He whined loudly and turned desperately in circles, trying to catch her. It took him three tries, three spins, with the prickling pain in his tail growing the whole time before he snapped his jaws on her, and freed his poor tail, the hairs flying off as she was pulled away, and tiny little droplets of blood began forming where she'd bitten him. He backed away and growled, though his eyes were still very dim, he felt very upset that he'd been bitten. Puppies weren't supposed to bite! They were supposed to be perfect and cute and cuddly and never hurt anyone, that was why his mother had liked them best! That was why he hated them so much. But it was a lie! They were just as bad as he was, they were just hiding it! His growling got lower, and he bared his teeth, as he had learned to do. His face was expressive enough, it was his eyes that were empty, vacant, soulless. How dare they trick mother! How dare they do this to him! And yet it was also a relief, to know they were bad and not perfect, because he wanted them not to be better than him, he wanted them to be just as bad. That made it less bad to kill them, less bad to eat them. And, someday, if he could prove they were bad, maybe mother would love him again? - Noir Aston - 05-20-2009 [html]
- Firefly Sadira - 05-22-2009 Firefly had been moving slowly along the edge of the tribe's lands. She'd been thinking of visiting Dawali and seeing how the strange wolves had grown. To see if perhaps they had taken up her offer to visit Phoenix Valley to assist with feeding the horses through the winter. She had been lingering just on the edge of making a choice when she heard the sound of a child crying out. At first she thought that it had been one of her own but she realized the voice to be too high, to be too feminine. She growled to herself as she realized that the children were in some kindof trouble. She figured that a tribemember would come to their help, but just in case she turned and took a leap through the opening in the barbwire and made a dash in the direction of the crying. It didn't take her long to happen upon the mess and when she did she became furious as she saw just what the wolf was doing to the two children. Normally she didn't like puppies but even if she'd taunt and tease a child she wouldn't outright try and kill them.. as it seemed this beast was doing. She advanced towards the scene as a growl broke from her throat, the fur along her back bristling up as she barked. "Back away from them.." She realized suddenly that this male had to be the one that had been terrorizing the packlands. She'd heard that he'd killed a family of coyotes and had feasted on the bodies of the puppies. The thought disgusted her and she decided that she wasn't going to let the monster take these two. - Ocèane Aston - 05-22-2009 The Aston child had clamped her teeth down hard on the tail of the beast and she wasn't going to let go til he let go of her sister. She could feel her forelegs lifting off the ground as she tried to tug backwards, attempting to pull the larger male, though this feat was utterly useless. Her small little sea hued orbs glared in hatred at the male for harming her sister. The scent of her blood making Oceane bolder than even she normally would be. She locked her jaws down tight, tasting his blood as she began to gnash her teeth, hoping to cause him even more pain. He deserved more for what he had done to Noir! Suddenly she felt herself being lifted off the ground as everything seemed to whirl in circles. She closed her eyes tight as she felt her grip on the tail begin to loosen, the greasy fur and skin of the male catching in her teeth as she tried her hardest to stay attached. She knew what happened when her hold finally broke and she wasn't looking forward to it. Then she felt a searing pain in her side and hip as the male finally caught her. She couldn't help but let go as she screamed out, the pain almost causing her to black out as those jaws began to sink into her flesh. Closing around her thigh and cutting across her rump she could see the blood begin to pool under his fangs as she tried to twist around and lock her little teeth on his face. She was utterly useless as a fighter, she'd never had to fight before where blood was drawn. The little girl had no clue what to do, she seriously thought that she was about to meet the maker when she heard a voice call out hotly through the air. She had somehow heard Noir's small voice crying out in the distance, she atleast had got away but now it was Oceane stuck in his jaws and she had no way of escaping now if the stranger wasn't going to help. - Brennt - 05-22-2009 Brennt froze at the sound of an adult female's voice. He turned slowly toward her, the puppy still squirming in his mouth. It was then that he realized that he had one, he could eat her right now and that would be the end of it, or run and run until the other wolf got tired...he could run farther than her, right? He was bigger, but he had a lot of stamina, maybe he could manage. If he killed the child now, she wouldn't have anyone to save, she wouldn't be quite so desperate, the damage would be done, she'd stop chasing him sooner... Brennt's jaws quivered over the puppy's flesh, but would not bite down. He was having trouble. He couldn't stop thinking in words, he couldn't break the rules, and that meant he wouldn't get to eat! The woman was angry, and he knew all of a sudden that he was in trouble, and getting in more trouble moment by moment. He put the puppy down and backed away. He was dimly aware of the small trace of blood on his teeth, and he felt it push him even closer to switching over, but it didn't quite make it. He wasn't supposed to be here, and they wouldn't be happy. "'Kay," he said obediently, stupidly, and backed away from the kids. He didn't want to get in trouble. If he wouldn't switch over, he wouldn't be able to eat, anyway. He didn't like that. He wanted to switch over and eat, and fight, and do all the fun things he sometimes did. He could fight the way he was now, but he wouldn't be as good. But he was still a lot bigger than the new wolf! Still, his apprehension about getting in trouble was stronger than his anger or his hunger, and he began eye-ing the path back the way he'd come, obviously thinking--slowly as he usually did--about how he might take that trail without being stopped. - Noir Aston - 05-22-2009 [html]
- Firefly Sadira - 05-22-2009 (sorry so short, there's not much she can do after attacking..) Firefly glared at the male as she advanced towards him, a growl rising in her throat as her fierce emerald orbs seemed to cut through the male. The screams of the second child cut through her ears as she slowly made her move, trying to force the male to back up. She watched as he seemed to suddenly decide to let the child go. Her ears pinned back against her ears as she snarled. "Is this a game to you.." She watched as the wounded child tried to crawl away, her eyes quickly darting back to the male as she placed herself closer and closer to the male. Without warning she suddenly lunged at the male, her fangs seeking his flesh. All her pain and frustration at the loss of her own children coming out in that one swift action. She didn't care what happened to her right now, the bastard had to pay. He was just as twisted and fucked up as Haku and neither of them deserved to live. - Ocèane Aston - 05-22-2009 The little girl had tears of pain streaming down her face as suddenly the pressure and weight of the male's jaws disappeared from her hind end. She tried to drag herself away from the beast as sobs racked her body. She couldn't see Noir anywhere and she began to think that maybe she hadn't escaped, maybe the horrible male had actually killed her. She let out a wail of despair as she closed her eyes up tight and mourned for her lost sibling. Oblivious to the fact that Noir had actually done what Noir does best and had run away to tell on the horrible monster. She caught the sound of the voice of the woman and she turned her tear stained eyes towards the lady, thinking for a moment that it had been mommy but instead of their mother she was met with a beautiful blur of colors as the female leaped at the horrible puppy killer. She just kept on sobbing as she watched wide eyed at the scene playing out before her. - Brennt - 05-23-2009 I guess it goes back to you again, Shannon? I think Noir is out. You can have Firefly catch up to him (she can if she wants, he's slow), or let him go, it's up to you =P Brennt's reaction saved his whiskers. Jumping back with a speed shocking for his girth, he turned and began to run. He didn't want to get in trouble! The puppies were okay, why was she chasing him!? He hated puppies, and he hated stupid grown-ups who thought they were perfect. Why had it been okay for Pallok to try to kill him, but not for him to kill puppies? Everybody thought puppies were better than everyone else! It was a lie! They bit people too, and were selfish and stole mother's love and were the worst things in the world! "Nuh-uh!" Brennt said miserably as he ran from the raging woman. He was panicking, and struggling for the words she wanted to hear. Why were puppies so good at lying, and he was so bad at it? He hated being stupid more than anything else, even more than puppies. If he hadn't been stupid, no one would have disliked him. Mother might have loved him more if he had not been stupid. "Not a game! Not a game!" he called out, his words lacking inflection despite their volume which told of desperation. He had already been in a lot of fights, and if he couldn't turn the words off, he might not win! He ran from her, but he wasn't as fast in a sprint as he was in his reactions. He had a hundred and sixty pounds of mass to get moving, and he couldn't outrun her! Desperately, he tried to go out the way he'd come. - Firefly Sadira - 05-31-2009 She snarled as the male began to turn and run. She bunched her muscles and started after him but only got a few yards as the male began to show his more cowardly side at the fact of having another discover his twisted little ways. A howl broke from her throat as she pounded after him, only to remember at the last second the small child who he'd cast aside. She slowed her pace and suddenly came to a stop as she called after the male. "I'll find you, just wait!" The hairs on her back still rose as she turned away from the departing figure as her eyes scanned the area for the puppy. She slowly moved back to the child not certain if the puppy was going to live or if she would run if possible. She felt a shudder slide down her spine as she closed the gap between the chocolate and cream girl who gave her a ghostly reminder of another. She tried to push the thought from her mind as she stopped a short distance away and asked softly. "Hey, you okay?" It was obvious that she wasn't okay, the sobs racking her body, but what the hell was Firefly suppose to say? - Ocèane Aston - 05-31-2009 Oceane had no clue what was even going on now but it seemed that the other female had actually run the monster off. She shivered and cried as she caught sight of a figure approaching but it turned out to just be that of the lady who's saved her. She shook with fear as she asked, "Where's Noir!" She had to know that her sister was safe, she couldn't see her anywhere and she was afraid to look, though she knew she really couldn't even move far. Her eyes cast fearfully about as she tried to stop the sniffles that just won't stop. "Where's my sister! Where's Noir!" She wailed again, thinking that she had still lost her sibling even though she'd risked her life to save her. Her fearful ocean hued orbs turned to the woman again as she waited, dreading the news that she would deliver. |