[M] - Jealousy is cruel as the grave;

Scorpius D'Angelo · 02-03-2011, 04:35 AM

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WARNING This thread contains: graphic violence, or extremely offensive material (gore) starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... iustab.png); background-color:#000f33; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;">So, I think we're also going to need a healer for this too. I remember talking to someone about it but I forgot which character, seeing as I totally waited forever to start this thread. Anyway someone who plays a healer please feel welcome to pop in! (You can bet I'm going to run to the ranks list and probably PM, too. heehee!) wc 578
Make a wish when your childhood dies.

A howl of anguish pealed through Anathema, echoing down the winding hallways that formed the vein like construct that was the pack's earthen home. The cry was followed by another and another; high pitched and horrible, horrified, pain riddled. The ghastly shrieks were the primordial language of the wolf, spoken by a frightened, injured pup that could do nothing else but wail.

There, in the gut of Anathema, within the large hollow that was the kitchen, Scorpius crawled away from the unattended cooking fire. Nothing was real, everything moved slowly, it was all so hazy. He couldn't think clearly, the pain was searing, muddling his vision and deafening his ears. Though only part of him was burned it felt like he was still on fire, and suddenly in a panic the pup plunged himself to the ground and began rolling back and forth on the stone, trying to rid the rest of the fire from his pelt.

But the fire was already gone, it was only the pain that lingered, and Scorpius didn't know that he was only doing more damage to his blistered skin now. It was getting worse! It wouldn't stop, it wouldn't go away! Where was mother? Where did Harlowe go? Why wasn't anyone coming? He cried louder, his own screams hardly registering through the agony.

He didn't know what could fix it. He didn't know what could undo the fire's stinging touch. As he rolled, he caught a glimpse of the fire that burned in the center of the room, enraged and burning brighter now after his body had disturbed the wood that fueled it. His eyes went wide when he saw it, and a pang of fear struck his heart. It was coming for him! It was after him! He tried to make his paws work, to leap up and run away from the fire, but he was too confused. His paws would not get under him, he could not puzzle out the right combination of limbs and muscles to get back to his feet, to run off and find his mother. So he worked his legs against the ground, twisting and writing on his side still, wriggling across the kitchen floor and away from the monster that would surely swallow him whole.

The fire wasn't really spreading, like Scorpius imagined. It flared when Scorpius plunged in but was already calming. Little embers had been kicked from the base of the flames and now small bits of wooden chunks dotted the ground, glowing red and taunting the pup. The normally obedient smoke dodged the ventilation shaft above and made a haze about the ceiling of the room, a sickeningly sweet smell hung in the air and began to roam the corridors; as if his screeching wasn't enough, the scent of charred flesh would let all know that someone had just been hurt.

He wailed again, a cry to rival a banshee, and managed to roll onto his stomach. Something bit his forepaw and he knew the gremlin fires were coming for him, starting with his paws, they would soon have his body. He had to stop it but he couldn't! The pain, his face was so hot! The boy twisted, pressing his burned face into the stone floor beneath him and grinding hard. The fire must still be on him, that is why it still felt like this, and he had to stamp it out.

Blood streaked the ground beneath his torched face...

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Naniko D'Angelo · 02-04-2011, 01:23 AM

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Where exactly on his body is he hurt? Just his face? :3

At the first yelp the mother's ears were up, hackles raised. Something wasn't right. The tones continues, echoing through the cave system and combining together to confuse her about her child's exact whereabouts. She listened carefully and heard small scuffling sounds coming from a particular area and her paws moved, bringing her to action. She felt frantic, as if she couldn't get to him fast enough, feet skidding against the hard cave floor as she ran.

Naniko got to the room as quickly as she could, eyes flashing about to figure out the source of the pup's pain. What had happened to him? She knelt down beside her writhing child, her voice coming out with a sharp edge to it. "What happened?" What's wrong with you?" She had to know, and she had to know now. Was there a threat in the caves? Had a foreign cave-animal done this to him?

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Scorpius D'Angelo · 02-09-2011, 02:58 AM

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http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... iustab.png); background-color:#000f33; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;">Yes, his face has the only significant burns. A lot of his fur on his left side down his neck is singed to the skin but without significant wounds, and he has a minor burn on the pad his left paw. wc 364
Make a wish when your childhood dies.

It felt like years had gone by. Years of agony and his mother hadn't come! But finally, and within only a few real-life beats, Naniko was there. Somehow, through all of his shuffling and noise-making, he heard his mother approach, and the crimson eyes darted to one of the kitchen entrances to see his mother's white form standing there like an angel descended from heaven. He watched her in slow-motion as she hurried across the kitchen floor and knelt down beside him. He was suddenly calmed, but it was not necessarily his mother's presence that did it. Certainly the comfort of knowing that she was here was a force to soothe his terrified soul, but another dangerous thing was happening; shock was setting in.

The pup froze for a moment, his face still pressed to the granite beneath him, and then he finally managed to do something. He whimpered. He heard her speak but all he could do was whimper. It felt like he sat there for an hour, whining, but Naniko, even with a hurt son, would surely grow tired and do something about that. So before she could make another move, as she still worried over her son, Scorpius lifted his burned and blistered face and turned towards Naniko.

He whined for another moment, and then yelped as though he suddenly remembered what did it to him. “Momma! Yes momma! The... f... f...” he stopped. He was afraid to say its name. It might leap out and hurt his mother!

The pup struggled to his feet, fighting the dizziness that overwhelmed him, and tried to but his head into Naniko as if to urge her on. He wanted out of here, out of here now. The pain was fading (fading all too fast, though the child knew nothing about the dangers of shock) and he had to get his mother out of here before it could hurt her. He sniffled, tears slipping from the only eye that could shed them. The other eye was unharmed but the skin around it was blistered and swollen, quickly forcing the eye shut. “Go... Go momma... Go! The fi... it will get you too!”

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Naniko D'Angelo · 02-16-2011, 01:51 AM

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She stared at the youth's writhing form on the ground, waiting for him to speak. Naniko was becoming impatient as he gasped and rolled about, fighting the urge to pin him in one spot and try to force him to speak. "The fire got you?" What had he been doing playing so closely to the fire anyway?! She couldn't believe that her son would be so stupid. Naniko had thought that she had trained him better than that.

"Well now it looks like you'll have some scars; ugly scars to show the stupidity of your mistake, Scorpius." She growled, turning to pad back toward her room. She had some willow-bark salve that she'd been using on minor cuts and burns that would serve her well on this day. The Angela gripped the jar in one hand and bandages in the other, returning to her son's side. "Now you stop all that squirming around, boy." She demanded, reaching down to begin to try and help him.

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Scorpius D'Angelo · 02-16-2011, 04:02 AM

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Make a wish when your childhood dies.

His one open eye widened at his mother's words. Astonishment, fear, pain behind that one glassy red eye; the other was still sealed shut by the swollen flesh. Unless someone inspected it, they would not know if the fire had damaged his eye. He hardly noticed that he was only peering at half the world now; all he knew was that his world had come crashing down around him. The fire monster had hurt him, and now his mother spat words of disgust and disapproval down at him while he sat there and writhed in pain.

Scars? He knew what they were, many wolves had them, but usually they were small things that were often covered by fur or in a place that was not often visible. That is not what Mother, the goddess wolf, just said he would have. No, she said he would have ugly scars to show his stupidity. He ignored the searing pain in his ear as they laid back in shame. Then she got up and left the kitchen. He yipped, begging her to come back, but the darkness of the corridor swallowed her angelic white form.

He whined while she was gone and turned to look at the fire. The monster, it would get him. He wanted to run after Naniko but when he tried to walk he found himself dizzy and he could not make a straight line. Was this part of the fire creature's spell? He whimpered and crawled across the floor like a lame dog on his belly, finding the farthest point from the dying fire and huddling until his mother returned.

He did not know why she left, so when she returned he perked his head up. She came back! Does that mean she changed her mind? Was she “un-rejecting” her pup?

The thrill of it left him when she bent down next to him and began to apply a salve to his wounds. He cried out at first, the burning pain flaring up with new life, and jerked back, but his butt hit the cave wall and then his mother commanded that he hold still. He wanted to, for her, but it was hard, it was so hard. He felt dizzy still, and laid back down, trying to hold his head in one place but unable to resist the occasional flinch.

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind. What exactly happened? “Momma?” he asked in a meek voice, apprehensive and weak with agony. “Did it get Harlowe too?”

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Naniko D'Angelo · 02-21-2011, 01:20 AM

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He seemed to understand that she was coming back and that she was going to help him; Naniko knew from experience that burns such as these could hurt very badly, and she wasn't surprised at the sounds that the boy made as she applied the salve. He'd be lucky if it didn't scar him badly..extremely lucky.

At his next words the mother's eyes opened a little wider, her brows furrowing afterward. What did he mean by that? "Harlowe isn't anywhere around here, Scorpius. He was? He's gone now if he was here before." Naniko looked at him closely. "What were you and Harlowe doing playing in here?"

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Scorpius D'Angelo · 03-05-2011, 01:23 PM

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Make a wish when your childhood dies.

Scorpius glanced around, surveying the kitchen room for a moment while he tried to recall exactly what had happened. His head felt fuzzy, everything was a blur and it did not feel like he was remembering it correctly. He could remember hiding on the path, waiting for Harlowe and surprising him. Then what?

“I waited for Harlowe in the hall...” he started. It was obvious by his broken words that he was trying to remember. He looked up into his mother's expectant face and wanted to force himself to remember correctly. “And then Harlowe said we should get something to eat... so we came in here and... it was... then I...” There was a pause as he tried to remember how he got so close to the fire.

Suddenly it all came crashing back. The images assaulted Scorpius's mind as he saw the small fire, heard his own voice muffled in his memory as he spoke to Harlowe, and then... “...something hit me, momma! Something hit me on the side and pushed me in!” He did not know it was Harlowe and did not have the presence of mind to suspect that his beloved brother had tried to murder him. “Did it push Harlowe in too? Did it eat him?”

The boy's body wanted to tremble more but he was growing exhausted and weak. The adrenaline was gone now, and his body's own defenses were working best they could to stave the searing pain in the boy's burned face. The salve Naniko applied was already beginning to slow the growing blisters. His face was ragged and bloody, and he would be miserable for weeks to come. But he did not contemplate the future. Scorpius felt so tired, so he laid his head on his paws. One eye was already closed from swelling, the other now half-lidded, heavy with sleep.

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Naniko D'Angelo · 03-18-2011, 01:49 AM

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His words only served to further confuse her as she put her supplies away, turning her head to look at the child once more. Why would Harlowe have fled the scene like he had? She would have to track him down and find out. Why hadn't he helped Scorpius and come for Naniko herself? "I don't understand it. He's not anywhere to be found, Scorpius. He must have fled."

Very suspicious behavior indeed. The mother continued to frown. "But I'll get to the bottom of it...and if he was the one who pushed you in, then he'll be sorry for not sticking around. Hold his damn face in the fire if I have to." She grumbled the last bit beneath her breath. "Why don't you come back to the den with me..I can carry you if you want me to." He did look rather weak and pathetic, after all.

Table by Jenny!

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Scorpius D'Angelo · 03-26-2011, 05:51 PM

ooc: End thread! =)

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Never one to deny Mother's love, Scorpius nodded as she offered to take him back to the den. It would have been far more impressive if the pup were to decline and insist on walking on his own, but this was not Scorpius's way, yet, and he was still young enough to prefer his mother's version of affection over pride. When she offered, he made a little hop to help himself into her arms.

As they headed back to the den the boy finally began to calm. With his wounds tended to and Naniko now there to protect him he fell into a sort of half sleep as they passed through the hallways. Sleepily, he wondered about what Naniko had said and what she meant by it. Harlowe... pushed him in? Never. They were brothers, why would he do that? Still, Scorpius couldn't shake that nagging feeling as he tried to remember the moment just before he flew into the blaze. And he thought, perhaps, that he had felt a hand press into his side just before he felt the stinging bite of the fire...

The need for restorative sleep overcame the pup before they crossed into Naniko's den, and the boy had slipped into fitful dreams of demonic brothers and fire monsters before he was even out of his mother's arms.

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