i lost my head

Azalea · 01-13-2011, 06:15 PM

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Sorry this took forever to put up. I had the first half written foreverrr ago, and just couldn't get myself to write the rest. Also, my apologies if it's a little strange. I am still drugged up. :3 Alsoalso, set after this thread.

Trailing the end of thirty miles the land drew away into an expanse of dirty sand that eased into a hillside containing several large stones and cut-rock faces, as well as a myriad of caves. To the east, where the elevation began to descend, the plains and tall grass gave way to forest. Encompassing it all was a gruesome display of reclaimed bones; many canine, others from other animals, and even a few human remains. Though it is apparent that many dated back years and years prior (for they were bleached from long exposure to the elements) some of them were fresh and still held remaining bits of fur and sinew. They hang from trees, were set up in displayed bunches, or sat piked upon sharpened sticks shoved securely into the ground. It painted a picture of the types of animals that dwelled beyond their marked border. It told those that were smart that they should stay away from this place. Mostly, it told Azalea that the coyotes that lived here were powerful.

The adrenaline that had fueled her taunting words was still thick in her veins, dripping heavily from her wounds as she made her way back to the lands of Anathema. The storm of emotion that swirled in her darkened frame confused the girl’s thoughts, and she found that though her anger was justified, that she had enjoyed every moment of her tangle with that brat from Inferni. Clawed fingers wrapped against her shoulder, holding the ripped flesh there in attempts to keep herself together. Black fur shined with a damp inkiness, though veiled much of the crimson color. It would not be a wound to heal on its own, that was for sure. In the end, it would most likely scar. That thought alone really pissed Azalea off.

The Rakeeb penetrated the borders not far from where one of the caves entrances lie, but she could not go any further. The energy exerted from the fight accompanied by her trek home had severely drained her, and Azalea stumbled to take a seat on a rocky outcropping not far from the caves. Fingers gently lifted from her shoulder, where destructive weapons of her opponent had made contact and ripped skin from flesh. The neat up-do of her hair had been ripped from its secure position, strands of inky black falling in her face and obscuring her golden gaze. As the thrill of the fight began to dwindle, the anger from her ruined appearance and the simple fact that Hybrid had actually managed to injure her caused the young leader to seethe. There was no doubt that she would be seeing that bastard again, if only to prove that she was strong enough to defeat him. Already, the girl fantasized in ripping his head from his body, and claiming his life as her own. How beautiful her lovely onyx fur would be then, drenched in the glistening crimson lifeblood of that bastard coyote.

A sharp call issued from her throat alerted that she needed medical attention, before Azalea let her eyes drift closed from the loss of blood.

Demi D'Angelo · 01-13-2011, 09:16 PM

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No Insurance no Treatment! yus!

The light angelic voice of singing drifted along her rather small room with a make shift medical, and drug lab room off in the back as she went about cleaning. So many pillows and blankets had been strewn around while Theo had stayed and healed, not to mention some of his blood had stained a few blankets and that ranked her nose. Next time she wouldn’t use her own warmth giving garments to help care for the sick or the stupid, but as it always was she never really said no either. Earlier that day the little women had taken a mirror and decided to decimate the hair she carried on her head. The whole task had been very difficult to do on her own, but she had managed. Her silvery hair ended in short locks behind her, just long enough for the brown tips to be shown. That was a great conquest and she had taken a victorious nap afterwards, enjoying the feeling of not having her normal long hair all over the place. Neat and tidy just like her cleaning at the moment. Demi was quite prone to a vicious cycle of sloth sprinkled in with many moments of neat freak.

She hadn’t been up to much lately, the goddess had spent much of her time napping, or going over her stockpile, labeling and re-organizing it all. Somehow she was never satisfied, reasoning that she hated not having everything she would ever need. Demi had even been forced to cut herself off from her happy fun time drugs, and multicolored stash of uppers and downers. Most of all the boredom and the feeling of loneliness had overcome her. Tripping wasn’t much fun when you had the same shit to look at, much less no one to talk to our have a little fun with. Even theo was up tight when it came to the stuff, bunch of downers the whole freaking lot of them. Normally during the winter, Ouija and she would have their games with others, keeping their insatiable urges filled to the brim with debauchery and foul deeds. Now though she felt as if she was normal, always here, pleasant and never getting into much trouble, and even she knew her time would come. She’d find a way to have her fun and when she did no one would deny her that freedom either.

Demi had just finished throwing out the stained blankets when she heard the call. For a moment she didn’t recognize the owner of the voice. Theo had been patched up already and she could only guess what trouble he could have gotten into but it didn’t sound like him at all. With a huff as she looked over her room, still very unpleased at its disarray, she grabbed a few items to take with her on her trek outside. A journey into the foul teeth of winter and into its biting grip of cold, which she cared less and less for as time went on, and of course why should she like this season, there was nothing for her to do then care for the wounded or sick and even that had a certain routine mundane boredom to it that just didn’t cure the habit, no she’d need a fix sometime soon, she could feel herself slipping away into normalcy and pretty soon she would be walking around respectful and pleasant to all beings. The thought utterly horrified her.

The little vixen rounded the grade up the entrance to the cave, satchel on her shoulder preparing for the bitter blast of cold that would greet her warm body. Her nose twitched slightly as a hint of blood came across it, carried by that terrible wind. Some poor soul needed her help and she’d have to do the respectable thing and help them she supposed. Those blue eyes finally rested upon the younger female, but higher ranking one none the less. Great no prospect of refusal now, anger this bitch and she’d never have a moments rest, well she could always kept ole Nani pants on her side, Cocaine was a hellovah drug and addicts typically would do just about anything for their fix. The thought alone made her smile just a tad at the thought of having a bit of power over her alpha. Now though Azalea was in front of her and her smile faded as quickly, least she be mistaken for delighting in this woman’s plight.

A small hand went to her good shoulder as she kneeled down to inspect the larger females wound. An interesting study, Azelea looked as if she could fold demi into little demi sandwiches with her build and yet she wasn’t scared of her. A questioning look was given to the female, wondering if she was still conscious. She’d need her to keep it together for a few more moments so she could help her down to her room where she could better treat her.

“Azalea” She spoke “I need to awake, So I can help you move” Most assuredly she couldn’t move her on her own, and even Demi would have trouble helping her even taking her by her good shoulder.

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Azalea · 02-01-2011, 05:44 PM

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Feel free to PP them getting into the cave/Demi's room!

The scenery was blanketed in a light coating of white, for winter had dumped snow on the area a few times this season. Because Anathema was situated by the mountain, it seemed as if they clung to their white powder longer than the surrounding areas. More would come, it was inevitable, but for now they were not overburden with it to the fact that their travel was restricted. Merely, it was cold and the snow was enough to freeze your paw pads to an uncomfortable temperature – possibly frostbite, if one lingered outside for too long. The dangerous times would come later, when in January the temperature would dip to subzero digits. For now, Azalea would cling to the thirty degrees they were experiencing, even if that was still below freezing.

After she called for assistance, golden eyes swept the snow before her, only for her vision to be veiled by a curtain of darkness. Head falling slightly forwards against her chest, the loose hair fell to obscure her face and Azalea’s posture slumped. As a whipping wind whistled by, images conjured themselves in the young Rakeeb’s mind. They were figures from a place very far from here, a past so very distant from where she was now. It was not something she could remember during the normal course of the day. These were faces the young girl had done well to forget. Gold-green eyes framed by white fur, a fierce thought portrayed so well there; Abomination.

The girl came to, blinking gold eyes so that her vision might focus on the girl kneeling in front of her. It was Demi, the young D’Angelo whom Azalea had crossed paths with before. She had not cared for the girl either way, though Azalea had been known to show some sort of respect towards her mother, Selene. Well, perhaps understanding was a better. "Alright," came a sharp reply, as she was aided to her feet by the Furcas. Azalea would feel secure once they were inside of the caves and out of the cold winter air. She would feel even better once her shoulder had been bound.

OOC Ending: Demi is awesome and brings Azalea into the caves, where she does her thing and bandages Azalea up good as new! :o

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