I'm a beast, I'm an animal

Salvia Eternity · 07-12-2011, 11:18 AM

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For James. Salvia is in her Secui form and covered in bloody stripes. She is hallucinating, hence the phrasing of my posts. This occurs just beyond the borders, as previously discussed.

For hours—for eons—the tiger ran after the tail of the fire serpent. It crossed rivers and fields, and ran onward and onward through the night. Time did not make sense to it, but it was still lost in a drug-induced haze. The base of the mountain loomed ahead, a gargantuan monolith of rock and earth, but the snake did not tarry and rushed up the mountain. Behind it the tiger followed, trusting its instincts, its feet, the snake it followed. Then, suddenly, there was darkness.

The tiger slowed, moving with silence as it walked. Green eyes gleamed in the darkness, pupils wide and terrible. It knew it walked on borders but paid them no heed. Large paws crossed a pile of stones and flowers and the cat-beast moved with dire purpose towards the source she knew would be close. Ankh. Wretch. Black lips pulled back from gleaming fangs as the painted beast neared its prey, ever silent and ever terrible.

Wretch D'Angelo · 07-16-2011, 08:11 PM

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She traipsed along toward the pack border without much thought, a bouquet of flowers in one hand. Wretch knew better than to pick any of the beauties that they were beginning to grow in Ichika and had instead found some from a glen just a few miles away from the magical line that separated their land from the surrounding neutral territories. At this time in summer things were in full bloom, and she'd taken advantage of the nice day and fair day to pick some really beautiful flowers to take back to her apartment.

The plants would really spruce the place up, she felt. The girl sniffed at the breeze as she skipped, interested in finding out who had come and gone through the borders since she had left them. She didn't smell Saul, so he was likely somewhere inside. Perhaps he was waiting for her to come and help him some more with fixing up her room. Beyond the absence of Saul's scent, she paid the smells on the breeze no mind as she continued toward her home.

Salvia Eternity · 07-17-2011, 02:42 PM

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Haha I should have mentioned this but it's still night. Probably around 4 or 5am.

The tiger didn’t comprehend that the girl was its sister, that she was innocent of this imagined crime. It did not recognize the white wolf was not a threat, not even aware of her. Deep within a chest full of fire and anger came a terrible growl, but there was very little warning otherwise. Each step was silent and well-placed. Training had made it this way, and training had taught how to stalk and kill.

What crept from the shadows of the underbrush was not a tiger at all, but a large wolf painted with blood and hidden by the dark of the night. Salvia’s eyes were wide and her pupils massive, drugged. Bared teeth dripped saliva as she rushed towards the white figure, lowering her body for only an instance before leaping at the figure’s back. If she could grab the neck she could kill the goddess-turned-mortal, kill the being that she believed would bring upon the death of her brother.

Wretch D'Angelo · 07-17-2011, 02:54 PM

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A night time flower picking then XD

She paused in her walking as a movement nearby caught her attention. Something was there. Ears perked up as they tried to catch any further sounds, any crackling of leaves or snapping of twigs that would tell her of the other's location. But nothing. Perhaps it was her imagination scaring her again...and there really was not anyone there at all. Or maybe it was simply a woodland creature making its own way back to home for some rest.

Wretch lifted the flowers to her nose just as she was attacked, a piercing pain in the back of her neck surprising her before she was taken down by a large amount of weight on her back. The girl fell to the earth on her stomach, flowers scattering out in front of her on the ground. What was on top of her? And what was that pain and pressure that she was feeling? She had to do something...but in this position what could she do?

"Get off! Get off!" She yelled. She should have known better than to go outside of the pack in Optime form. She didn't usually take this form and many canines didn't even know that she could shift yet. She didn't like to shift and normally kept to her lupus form unless there was a task that she needed to get done...like picking flowers. But it was the form that she was most unused to, and it would make defending herself all the more difficult. She ducked her head, pulling her arms up and trying to use one hand to hit at the beast on her back.

Salvia Eternity · 07-18-2011, 11:13 AM

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Let me know what wounds you want Wretch to receive. Also, she should probably call for help--someone should definitely rescue her! Big Grin

The wolf fell. Salvia snarled triumphantly, golden claws searching for purchase in the soft back. She became aware of the difference between her and the thing that had once been her sister. Wretch was soft, weak. It was as if she had never done manual labor, never known what it was to work. Her eyes trailed to the flowers and this simple, stupid act doubled the rage that coursed through her tiger’s blood. Ivory teeth parted as the girl began to shriek, and Salvia snarled, tongue lolling.

A hand rose up and swatted at Salvia’s face. It was a light touch, like the strike of a child. Both paws curled and gripped at the pale girl’s shoulders. Hind legs shifted against the ground, but her true desire was not to simply hold her there. It was to kill. Bellowing, the painted girl bared her teeth and pulled her head back. With a sudden jerk she threw her head down, aiming for the neck. If she made purchase she could break the neck. Then this battle of gods would end.

Gideon Stormbringer · 07-25-2011, 01:59 PM

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It was the screams and screeches that had caught the male's attention first and foremost. He spent a lot of time in the border area, checking and re-checking for any sign of an outsider or a threat. Gideon's body would never be the same after what had happened to him in the mountainous pack Anathema, but he was working with what he had. The male exercised each morning, running despite the tenseness and sore muscles that sometimes came as a result. Chunks of flesh had been taken out of his legs and one looked slightly slimmer than the other, the only outward sign of the experimental abuse he had suffered. He had a brave heart, however, and that was half the battle for the large male. He had one knife, a slingshot, and a bow and arrow set but had left the bow back at home during this patrol. It was night, so he wouldn't be able to see very well from a distance...and the weapon would have been nearly useless in a hand to hand situation.

Gideon came upon the situation at a brisk run, his dark form moving with swift certainty through the forest toward the sounds. This was what he had been given this rank for, to protect the pack from danger, and he would do so to the best of his ability. He shouted loudly as he came upon the tussling pair, growling as he viewed the aggressor from the side. He had yet to see who was being attacked, and only knew that one was on top of the other. The scent of blood was high on the breeze, and with it came a more familiar scent. Wretch's scent, mixed in with that of his brother's. Who was this oddly-smelling canine that had attacked her? "GIT. Get the Hell out of here!" He yelled, rushing at the aggressor and pulling his knife from its sheath to slash at them.

Wretch D'Angelo · 07-25-2011, 02:04 PM

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A name shot into her mind, confusing her in the panic of what was going on. Sal. Who was this...Sal canine and why had she just thought of her now, of all times? She felt certain that the canine in her mind was a female, that she knew who this Sal was. Was that who was attacking her? She breathed in sharply as adrenaline rushed through her small body, taking in nose-full after nose-full of the other's smell. It smelled...familiar. She paired it with the name, Sal. It felt right. "Sal! Sal stop it!" She shouted.

She struggled beneath the other, trying to hunch into a ball as well as she could with the other on top of her. Wretch was a very small girl and was easily overpowered in this situation...but she had a tiny bit of room in which to move. She tried to hit at Salvia again, claws reaching for open air as the other female had moved forward. She felt teeth clamp down on muscle and skin, pinpricks of throbbing pain causing more screams to erupt from her muzzle before the world fell into darkness.

Salvia Eternity · 07-25-2011, 06:54 PM

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Close if you want or reply again and close. Smile

Blood. Salvia tasted blood and snapped wildly, pink foam falling from her lips. She was in a rage, oblivious of the world around her. The world was full of white-noise and unfamiliar scents. One hind leg slammed down as she thrashed, and Salvia felt something break under its weight. A stick? A bone? She didn’t care. White teeth cut through the air and struck low, no longer going after the now-protected neck but towards a vulnerable side. Pull, slash—each bite tore deep gashes into the girl’s side. Holy blood fell on dark earth and stained the tiger’s face further.

Sal! Sal stop it! So she did remember. Fury boiled in the Eternity’s blood. She remembered her but not Pandemic!? She was a liar; she was a coward. Her teeth ripped deep into the side of the white wolf, seeking to rip her asunder like the stupid animal she was.

A new sound joined the cacophony. Salvia lifted her head and roared, bellowing into the night. Some shadow, tall and unwelcome, loomed. The girl snarled and leapt forward, only to be struck in the nose by a sharp silver claw. Blood filled her senses and returned them to a base instinct. Without hesitation she fled, rushing into the night and back down the mountain. It would not be worth it to fight a man who carried silver and had the capacity to call down this strange place on her.

Gideon Stormbringer · 07-25-2011, 07:21 PM

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It was a quick exchange. He felt his blade connect with something, but it was hard to see what in the dim lighting provided by the celestial bodies overhead. His breath came in quick gasps as he gave chase for a few yards, trying to be certain that the blood-covered beast wouldn't be back for more any time soon. They weren't inside of Ichika, they weren't protected here. But if he had needed to call them, he felt certain that there would have been at least a few pack members that would have come to their aid.

He had to find Saul. Gideon turned back to the body, still clutching his blade with fingers that shook lightly. He wasn't certain if he ought to move her...or just go and find Saul and leave her be. He didn't want to injure her further...and he'd heard the crack of something snapping or breaking just before he had confronted the beast. The sounds of the night came back as the forest settled back into its normal routine, the insects continuing to buzz and chirp around him. He checked to be sure that she was still breathing before taking off for Cerne Rise to find Saul and bring him to the young adult's aid.

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