[J] What doesn't kill you makes you crazy

Soran Aatte · 09-28-2012, 02:30 PM

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she's quiet when she's down
strangers from other towns

nowhere to be found
on this side of the scene

OOC Stuffs:
Character Name: Soran Aatte.
Character Birthdate: 19th August 2003.
Whether she is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci.
Your e-mail: glass_and_black_roses@hotmail.com
A secondary form of contact: PM me! Smile

Always PM me in fact (I am a lazy one when it comes to checking my emails XD)
OOC note:I would like it if Soran was greeted by someone that has met her before please, but it is open to everyone Smile

Also I am so, so sorry to whoever has to read this, I wanted to explain where she had been, but it seemed I may have gotten a little carried away XD. I promise that I don't always write a zillion words XD.
WC: 2034

The day that the ebony wolf had heard about her adopted daughter's death had been one of the worst of her life, comparable to the many heartaches she had felt whenever a loss had crossed her path and in her life she had had so, so many losses; hearing that she had been murdered by a bear had been the final straw. She had sat whining under a tree for countless hours, curled uselessly at its trunk, had she been able she would have been weeping inconsolably, tears would have been streaming down her muzzle, making her fur sodden. Perhaps it was a blessing that wolves could not cry, she had been a pathetic enough sight without being soaked to the skin and choking on every wet breath. The obsidian fae had sat there for what seemed an age, slowly the warmth of the early summer sun had given way to the chill of a summertime evening, the cloudless sky providing no barrier between the openness of space and the lands, seemingly letting all of the heat out of the world. The ebony fae had been cold, but had not been able to find the energy to shiver, it all seemed pointless, everything had very quickly become far too much effort. But bubbling beneath the surface of this pit of miserable grief was something far darker than sorrow, more intense than loss; rage. The sable female had begun to shake, her green eyes changing subtly, a furious fire beginning to burn in the depths of them. With barely a moment's pause she had been on her feet, stalking across the lands, snarls echoing from her maw with every step that she took, her long legs had moved her to the entrance of the New Dawn cave briskly. Without a second thought the tall female had strode into the cave, by now most wolves were asleep, jade eyes scanned them all, attempting to memorise the way they all looked, the way that they smelt; after all it would be at least two weeks before she saw them again. She marched towards the area that her mate Deuce and she herself shared, smiling down at the pale sleeping form that lay curled there. Every time she saw the pale female she fell in love over again, it was a shame that she would have to leave, especially without saying goodbye, but she knew that if she awoke the alabaster female in order to tell her what she was planning that her pale lover would simply talk her out of it; the sable female could not have that, fury was fueling a lust for revenge that nothing but the act of taking the bear's life would quench. As silently as possible she had stepped over her sleeping lover, deft fingers feeling around the shelf of stone that lined where the couple slept, soon enough she found what she had been looking for, her canvas satchel, she slung it over her shoulder quickly, picking up the other item that she had been hiding; she had been intending to get rid of it, to throw it across the borders and never think of it again; but now she was glad that she hadn't. She placed the sharp knife into the satchel and bent to kiss her sleeping mate's maw gently, a whispered goodbye ushered from her lips and she marched out of the caves and into the night. Out of the New Dawn lands.

The ebony female had walked for days, nothing had stopped her endless trudging, except for finding herself outside of an abandoned fire station, then a glitter of amusement had crossed her eyes, she had found an axe and happily taken it along, she would need a large weapon that she could swing at the lumbering foe that she was going to meet. Soon enough for her, though in reality it had been several days, perhaps even bordering on two weeks she had found a cave, inside the unmistakable scent of bear reeked, pouring out and assaulting the sable lady's snout with it's pungency. A litter of carcasses and bones lay outside, many of them wolven in shape, she was certain that she had found Blind's killer; if not it would be good enough, a murderer of wolves would suffice. The fight had been brief but vicious, the sable female had buried the axe in the large brute's skull, but had received a fierce clawed paw across the chest, slicing her chest open. To the green eyed female they had been unimportant, only flesh wounds, the four parallel lines had stopped bleeding quickly and so the female had simply lifted the corpse of a wolf over her shoulders and had begun to walk, her Luperci form making her shoulders broad enough to carry one. It was not Blind of course, but to be able to give one wolf a proper burial in her honour would be enough for the dark New Dawner. She should have paid more attention to tending to her wounds.

She had walked for many days, trudging, the weight of the corpse becoming steadily less and less able to bear. She had blotted out her senses, simply walking, the sooner she got back to New Dawn and buried this wolf the better, she would have her release, she would feel that Blind had been avenged. Had she been paying more attention to herself, rather than ignoring the rumbling of her starved stomach, the fact that she was far too hot now, even at night, she would have realised that something was seriously wrong. The uncared for, untended wounds on her chest were beginning to fester, infection was beginning to ravage her body. Soon enough she was finding that she was shivering in the middle of the day, the weight of the wolf causing her body to bow now, each step was an effort, her chest burned as if it were on fire. Soon she was imagining shapes, losing her way in her delirium, walking in endless circles, her feet taking her much further from New Dawn, rather than closer to it. Finally, one day her body had had enough, her emerald eyes rolled back into her skull and her legs gave way, collapsing backwards in a dead faint. And so there the sable female lay, shivering and shaking, unable to sweat her body was reaching incredible levels of dehydration, the heat increasing beneath her skin with each passing moment. Her eyes rolled in her skull and intermittently she cried out, calling names that she had not uttered for weeks, some even years. Hallucinating dancing images of her children, her dead friends, even Hollow at one point, something which had made her wail with fear and fury. After what seemed an eternity she heard a voice that had more clarity than any she had imagined.
"Mother?" The voice seemed to come from nowhere, and then there were hands on her face, blessedly cool hands, she reached up weakly, barely able to see, Conri she thought, it had to be her red son, he had come to save her right at the moment she was certain to die. But the scent was wrong and as her heavy eyes flicked open slightly they fell upon her youngest son, Flavian.
“Flavian, what are you doing here?” She muttered, her voice barely louder than a whisper, her throat so dry that every breath was a rasping, agonising act. Strong arms lifted her and a wave of panic rolled through the sable female, when had Flavian gotten so big? So strong? How much of her son's life had she missed? She was about to ask when unconsciousness took her again and she slumped against her strong son's chest.

It was several days later when she next awoke, her chest ached with a surprising pain that made her yelp as she moved. Beside her was a cup filled with cold clear water, with trembling hands the dark female lifted it to her lips and drained it in one swift motion, in her recovering state it was the most delicious thing that she had ever tasted. Aching with every moment she slowly rose and padded out of the small cave, familiar scents washed over her, her children, her ex mate, her former pack, a smile twitched at her lips as she stepped into the bright sunlight of the day. A squeal of "mother!" greeted her ears as her youngest daughter Kiwi tackled her into a warm embrace, causing the wildfire of pain to streak across the sable female's bandaged chest, making her wince. She returned the embrace though, inhaling the scent of her youngest daughter. Over the next few weeks the sable female was accepted into her old home, she made it very clear that she was not staying, but Dayna, the Alphess and her former lover had insisted that she stayed until she was fully healed. Soran was told of what had happened to her, her children and her former mate had been beside themselves with worry she was told, she had been delirious for days, she cried out and shook, she cursed everyone, everything; she had called out the names of her children, her friends, her pack mates, when she had begun calling out names of dead wolves that she knew and reaching out as if she saw them before her had been when her children had been certain that she would die. But it seemed that the ebony female was more resilient than they had expected, despite her advancing years. The most surprising thing had been that Dayna, despite the awkwardness in their parting, had kept a constant vigil beside her bed, along with the children that they shared. Soran learned new levels of gratitude while she stayed with her former pack. And slowly, ever so slowly the dark furred female had regained her strength. She had stayed for her birthday celebration, a day that had been both joyous and saddening and then she had decided that it was time to leave, she missed Deuce and Zalen, her pack needed her. It was time to return home. So the sable female had packed up her belongings, kissed her children goodbye, reminding them that she was there whenever they would need her, she thanked Dayna, pulling the alabaster female into a warm embrace and then she had set off in the direction of home.

It had taken a long while but that was where Soran found herself now. She reached the borders and stopped, smiling at the small lines of stones that still marked the border in places, an act that had been her doing. The scent of the lands was changed, but she supposed that she had been away for almost three months, close to four in fact, everything changed. The day was warm, though it was evident that Autumn was beginning to take over the lands now, leaves on the trees were beginning to change to shades of russet and gold and to fall here and there. Somewhere a bird was calling, more than likely a warning to others that the sable huntress was nearby, silver hoops glittered as the dark female turned her left ear towards the sound. All around the lands felt welcoming to the dark female, she felt that she was indeed coming home properly this time, oh how she had missed them all. The breeze caught Soran's mane and made it flutter, along with the two feathers that adorned the left hand side of it. Her jade eyes scanned the lands with a sharpness that they had not had for months, a smile crossed her lips. She wondered if they would be shocked, seeing her like this, four new scars across her chest, running from her right shoulder to the bottom of her ribs on the left hand side of her chest, a shocking new addition if ever she knew one. The lady took a deep breath and let out a loud call.
"Zalen! Deuce! Anyone?!" She shouted, before dropping to a kneel before the borders of the lands, jade eyes roaming the lands for a sign of her mate or her adopted son.

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