Heaven ain't close in a place like this

Wretch D'Angelo · 06-29-2011, 01:36 PM

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She gazed above her, amazed at the height of the trees in this forest. Wretch hadn't left Dahlia since she had been injured, and the outside world was both amazing and surprising her. She still walked with a bit of a limp, but the journey hadn't been too difficult so far. She spent nearly every day traipsing around Dahlia de Mai regardless of her injury, and that had helped her to get used to the way that she walked and had helped her muscles develop despite the leg that had been hurt.

Sunlight streamed down from between the leaves, picking up the gray highlights that littered the girl's pristine fur. She was white for the most part, but as she had grown a peculiar gray sheen had developed over her pelt. She perked her pointed ears as a sound caught her attention; crashing waves. A shiver ran down her spine at that sound; she had been injured by the ocean and had no interest in going near it ever again.

Hopefully the new pack that Nayru had spoken of would be farther away from the ocean than Dahlia was. The girl hummed to herself as she walked along, green eyes observing the forest growth around her. It was summer and some of the young animals of spring seemed to be growing; she paused to look at a fawn as it crossed her path up ahead. Its pelt was a mixture of spots and brown patches, a sign of growth. Perhaps it would feel up for a nice conversation. She started after it slowly, calling out. "Mr deeeer, Mr deeeeer"

Pandemic D'Angelo · 07-01-2011, 11:26 AM

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The strutting ebony pelt magnified his already impressive size. Without a second, closer look he would seem like a fully grown wolf, but Pan was still a child, though not for much longer now. But in his mind, he was a child in a big, dark forest of the unknown. The trees were taller here than back home. Not the home with the stone sky, but that of thorns and mystical ruins. Sunlight mattered little as long as the scenery it shone down on was unfamiliar in these platinum eyes. He had seen the skulls on distance, but continued past them in the early morning hours, and now he was very lost in this large, green world.

But no, he refused to let fear get a better hold than now. He was about to become an adult; he would be as large and strong and terrifying as his father, and it was the world that needed to fear him, not the opposite. And there! There was a prey, and he would kill it and show it to his parents. They would be proud. His movement immediately changed into something more suiting of the predator. Was it luck that had kept the young deer’s eyes away from his direction? The sound of his sister’s voice seemed to reach perfectly black ears, but it was not unnatural for him to hear the whisperings of ghosts.

Young Pandemic was not an experienced hunter, and his timing was not perfect as he broke into a slightly clumsy speed with paws that still were a little bit too large for the rest of him. His stomach was not in dire need of meat, and when the animal reacted to his swiftly incoming form, he almost laughed with surprise at the perfect speed it seemed to obtain instantly. But he was the god of darkness, and Tak would have his prey eventually. ”Raaawr!”

Wretch D'Angelo · 07-03-2011, 01:57 AM

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She hadn't been outside of Dahlia very much in the last few months, and everything looked fresh and new to her eyes. Wretch's gaze had slowly been changing color over the last few months, settling into a mixture between blue and green, depending on the light. She had also grown physically, legs lengthening and torso extending slightly as well. The girl had yet to shift and had no interest in learning about it at this time; she was happy just how she was.

A sudden roar caught her attention and her eyes widened at the sight of a dark figure leaping from the brush to ambush the deer she had been about to speak to. "No!" She called. "No, please! leave it alone! It's still a baby!" She began to make chase, her previously broken leg aching as she urged herself into a run. She had to catch up to them!

Pandemic D'Angelo · 07-09-2011, 09:17 AM

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The thrill voice continued, though Pandemic’s focus was fully attached to the exciting creature he chased. But he was too young to keep up with the twists and turns the spiritful herbivore. He had a fair deal of strength to be of his age, but speed and the ability to work out an immediate strategy was beyond him at this time.

Perhaps he had detected the voice, for ebony, black ears swivelled to investigate the sound of pursuing paws drumming against the rich ground. The D’Angelo boy’s face turned to glance behind, and he was momentarily startled when he immediately after recognized who this other four legged creature was. The deer was forgotten before it was out of sight, for he couldn’t withdraw his silver hues from his pale sibling.

The puppy twisted in mid air and changed direction, leaping at the girl that had been chasing him instead. ”Wretch!” the happy voice boomed, filled with awe and excitement. This was the best day ever! Thrill filled him, for he had found the missing D’Angelo child when no one else could. And the family would be reunited once again.

Wretch D'Angelo · 08-08-2011, 03:19 PM

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Holycrap. Feel free to poke me next time - I completely forgot about this thread T__T On a side note, I'm fixing up my post log and am going to start using it from now on!

To those who had once lived in Anathema, it had probably seemed as if the girl had simply disappeared. One day she had been there, the next she'd been gone. Wretch had adjusted well to life in her new pack, to living with Saul and Siku in their secluded little cabin in the woods. She was a shy girl and liked living far away from the others of the pack...so their home was perfect.

She had changed quite a bit since her days in the darker Anathema pack, in both size and personality. The girl had a few coyote traits that stuck out among her wolf ones with her small body, larger ears and slim legs...but it was likely that she would still be recognizable. Her eyes had changed since those days, moving from a medium blue-green to a sharper oceanic shade.

"Who are you?" The male seemed to know her name. Wretch's ears tilted backward and she shrank back from the booming voice of her unknown sibling. "How do you know my name?" He didn't smell like Dahlia de Mai. She wanted to hide from him, to run the other direction and pretend that she hadn't shouted at him to begin with.

Pandemic D'Angelo · 08-08-2011, 08:11 PM

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This encounter should have been serious, but she joked with him from the first moment. Lips stretched wide with his toothy grin, and he couldn’t have stilled his shaking rump even if he had wished to. Who was he, who was he, who was he! A boyish, immature giggle fled the boy’s black lips and he shook his coal head, colourless eyes admiring the changes she had gone through since he last had laid eyes on her. He had never believed her to be lost and dead, never! His ears stood erect on top of his round head, and one could never have guessed that his focus ever had been anywhere but on her.

How did he know her name! That silly girl. ”You’re silly. I’m Pan-pan-pan!” he bellowed, skipping towards her without reservation. Jaws parted and snapped for a pale, silvery ear; his usual greeting. It wasn’t meant to be a cruel move. Pandemic had experienced issues controlling his strength while he was younger, but he had learned to be gentle through incidents, and wished only to nip at it gently. Coal paws sought to pounce at her, for it was time for cuddling. She had been gone so long!

Wretch D'Angelo · 08-08-2011, 08:37 PM

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She would have screeched if she could have, but it all happened too fast. Wretch wasn't able to react to things very quickly, an observer more than anything else, and his actions seemed sudden to her. First a light nip on the ear, which was an action that she didn't understand. Why would he be coming anywhere near a foreign wolf? And how did he know her name? Had he heard of her from someone? The boy had an odd scent about him...and she didn't recognize him from anywhere. Then a jump at her, a leap that sent the girl down onto her tummy. She was quite easy to best in physical matches; her small frame folded beneath his larger one.

"Pan..Pan?" Who would name another canine that? Some lunatic, perhaps. This canine was obviously deranged or something - first he'd said he knew her, then he had jumped on her? It didn't make any sense at all. Even in her home pack of Dahlia she had never been greeted in this manner. So why now, and by this stranger? She began to whine quietly, unsure of what else to do in that situation. "Are...are you going to hurt me?"

Pandemic D'Angelo · 08-08-2011, 09:18 PM

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It didn’t stay funny for long. She didn’t fight back as she once would have in play, and she didn’t respond well to his attempt of friendly, playful interaction at all. Oversized puppy paws pushed against her as he lifted his form up from his crouch and took both one and two steps away from her as he watched her with eyes narrowed in suspicion as well as confusion. Why would she reward him with such a poor act? Pitch black ears leaned back with brief thought, and he figured that if she insisted on acting stupidly, he would cut the chase.

”Lets go back to mommy, dad and Salvia!” He commanded, his tail’s happy dance a mere memory now with the change in the situation. Sharp milk teeth were bared as he frowned; hurt by the way he was being treated. ”We thought you were gone and we missed you.” Nostrils flared as he gave a heavy nasal exhale. His mood wasn’t splendid anymore, and it was his pale sibling’s fault. One would have thought she would have expressed happiness at his presence, not.. this, whatever it was.

Wretch D'Angelo · 08-12-2011, 11:19 PM

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In the months following her accident, Wretch had become very detached from things. She'd learned how to entertain herself and keep herself occupied throughout the day without the help of anyone else. This was part of what shaped her personality now; even though she was able to go out and have these social interactions, many of them still shocked and scared her. She hadn't encountered a situation like this before in her life, and was very unsure of what to do. She would have had a hard time finding something to say either way, even without all of the weird things he was doing.

The girl continued to whine, rolling over from her back to her stomach but keeping low to the ground. "I don't understand. I have a Daddy and a family." She said, her voice rising in pitch as her emotions took control. "I love my Daddy..I just want to go home to him." Wretch rose slightly, backing up a bit. "I...don't know you! I don't know who you are. So leave me alone!" She whined.

Pandemic D'Angelo · 08-14-2011, 08:03 AM

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Her words were so softly spoken, but they felt like a sledge hammer against his face. Behind perfect black pelt, skin and bone, the young child’s heart received painful cracks. Wretch was backing away from her own flesh and blood, and she meant it when she said that she didn’t know who he was. His lower lip seemed to quiver slightly, but there was no sound from him now. Eyes searched and searched for lines of laughter in her face, but he found nothing—nothing!

The boy had become the perfect statue of stillness, but only for a moment, for now all hell was going to break loose. How dared she say those words to the face of her kin. They had all worried sick about her since she had disappeared, and now when he finally had found her again she dared to speak such hateful words to him? Pandemic and his siblings had never lacked anything as the y grew up. Who was this daddy she spoke of? It certainly wasn’t Larkspur, and he was the only father they got.

Pan’s rich coat was overcome by static, and now he bared sharp, white teeth to make the scene complete. ”I hate you, Wretch!” he sneered, young whiskers crinkling as rage flushed to his stormy eyes, making his appearance nothing short of terrible.

Wretch D'Angelo · 08-14-2011, 05:27 PM

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There was one thing that she continued to fixate on despite the changing situation. Her name. He knew her name. Wretch wasn't well known outside of Ichika, as far as she knew....and even inside her pack there were those she had never met or encountered. How could he possibly have known her name? She frowned, claws digging into the soil beneath her feet anxiously. His change in attitude and behavior startled and stressed her all the more; she was unsure of how she could fix this situation.

"Please tell me who you are...where you came from. I don't remember you...I don't remember anyone from before!" Her voice had started out as soft as ever, but ended in a yell. Was he someone that she had known before the accident? It hadn't struck her before - she had never come across anyone who had known the "old" her. Her eyes widened, mind working frantically to come up with something to say that would keep him there. Suddenly, his presence was very valuable and needed.

"I got hurt. I hit my head real bad and I broke my leg, too. I don't remember anyone from before then...or anything. Who are you, to me?" She quickly said, taking a few uncertain steps back toward the other canine. Her eyes swept over him, looking for similarities between them. Wretch was small and had always been small...but he was large. She was an off-white, almost gray, and he was as dark as the night. Her eyes were as blue as the sea, and his were as steele as storm clouds. He'd said "Let's go back to Mommy, Daddy, and Salvia"...was she a part of his family?

Pandemic D'Angelo · 08-17-2011, 06:52 AM

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Now she wanted to talk, but Wretch had been quick to set the bridge afire, and by breaking his heart he was fuelling it with young, unstable rage. This was proof that this wasn’t his sister – not really; for any sibling of his would have sensed the approaching danger. Pandemic was normally a kind soul, but grey eyes risked blindness when he suffered from holocausts from within. She had abandoned them all forever, and she had looked him in the eye and told him to leave her alone. Claws sank into sweet soil and muscles tensed—wanted to explode into violence and tragedy. The white Goddess couldn’t devour this Tak, and the silvery sibling of dusk and dawn was his ally, not hers.

He wanted to hurt his sibling with his rage. Similar episodes existed in the past, but they had all been younger then, and they were well on their way into adulthood. His strength could be lethal, now. Wretch’s words collided together and become incoherent babble in his ears. He didn’t wish to hear anything more; she had already said what mattered, and he couldn’t forgive--wouldn’t forgive! A ripe snarl whistled past jagged lines of white, and the air shook with the dark rumble within the depths of his throat.

He wished to leap at her, but forced his larger form to turn and leave her instead. Internal fire seemed to have given him wings, for it seemed he was gone in a flash. Or perhaps consciousness couldn’t handle more than moderate doses of such anger he had experienced.

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