[M]Dancing on the ashes of the world I left behind

Neela Garcia · 06-08-2012, 06:34 PM

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Backdated to the 2nd.

Branches and brambles tugged at Neela's fur and ears as she ran full tilt through the undergrowth but she paid them no attention, focusing all of her natural inclination for running into working to its maximum, nostrils flared as she tracked the scent she was following through the night air while moving at full speed.

It was an obvious trap. The trail of blood was light and had led from practically under her window, Neela still had no idea how one of them had gotten close enough to spread it, and had long ago left Casa territory behind.

There was none of her usual fear about leaving the territory. She couldn’t allow it. Hey mind was wholly occupied with thoughts of the small child whose blood trail she was following, the happy, smiling girl she had met at the arte border one day, Jace's child. Leon was her son, but while she could forgive him attacks on herself she couldn't allow him to hurt Pandora. She still didn’t want to hurt her son but she couldn’t allow him to hurt an innocent just to get back at her. If Leon wanted a fight he would get one.

Teeth clenched and knives held tightly in her hands Neela ran on.

Word Count :: +209

Pandora Wolfe-Denahlii · 06-09-2012, 01:52 PM

Ooc: hehe had fun with this one

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The multi-colored female had awoken that day with a joy and delight as she did often. She was completely unsuspecting and innocent in her world of happiness. She didn’t know when it had happened all she knew was that it happened. While she was out skipping along her long hair tied into its long blue ribbons bouncing against her shoulders and back as usual that’s when they came. She didn’t hear them coming nor had she seen them approach but they had. Being the optimistic child that she was she had greeted them with a pleasant hello for she found that most of those she met were rather nice. But she quickly discovered that pleasantries would go beyond them for they had plans… she did not know what they were nor why, but as she reflected on her predicament she knew there must have been a purpose. Cause why would anyone do this to her, hurt her, cut into her, drag her kicking and crying out to her beloved brother in her desperation. Honrin! She would try from time to time but the cry had often resulted in a strike to her face causing her whimpers to become wordless. She wept her vision blurred by wisps of moisture. She didn’t know what they were saying her own panic overtaking every part of her mind. Why?! Was blaring in her and occasionally she would cry it out but any words resulted in pain she found. She didn’t know if it was her struggle that caused it more pain or the fact that they might have enjoyed her fear. But she was a slender fragile child so any pain was beyond her imagination. They seemed to pause and she arose her face to them wishing she could get an answer to her question. Where was her savior? Was this it? The end?

Jace Wolfe · 06-16-2012, 12:30 PM

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The bad feeling was one that she awoke with and plagued her entire daylight time. It was an itch that she couldn't rid herself of, prickling under her fun and making her feel uncomfortable in the thick hair. She couldn't figure out what was wrong at all. Quick constant checks were made throughout the entire day on her various pack members, stealthily however so that they wouldn't notice her, even the blind carver Hotaru that Jace had been so rude to all those weeks ago, an action for which regret was curling up inside of her for. .

The day slid by with aching slowness, all four of her children were unaccounted for, elusive things that they were. Keldava she knew was traveling down south from scent she had found. Honrin was somewhere in Cercatori territory with Pandora and Artoi knew where Dalgina was, most likely in a tree somewhere trying to draw some creature. She was glad of the children she had birthed and how they were growing up, though they grey too quickly for her liking she loved to watch them open up, like flowers finally blooming.

As the daylight crept closer to darkness her sense of impending trouble deepened and thickened, disturbing her regular patterns and forcing her to the borders. In the distance dark clouds gathered and thunder rumbled some miles away, the sound oppressive to her ears. A second crack of thunder split the air some ten minutes later, louder, closer and Jace;s fur bristled, her hackles rising. Her bi colored eyes pierced the darkness and a splash of red on the ground about fifty meters away caught them. Her tail stiffened and she looked about herself warily

Anger tinged underneath her soul, something was going to go horribly wrong. And indeed it did for the hybrid. she neared the blood splattered on the ground and stopped suddenly as the scent of her eldest daughter sharpened in the air. White hot fury now boiled up from the depths of her body, the trail let away from Cercatori, the scent following it. They had taken her, the two foreign scents she tasted in the air. The sound rushed through her chest and up her throat, the roar of rage so strong that it sent birds rushing away from her, echoed from the trees like some hell bound beast that had risen from the underworld. They would pay for everything.

Word Count :: +400

Keldava Wolfe-Denahlii · 07-06-2012, 01:30 PM

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OOC STUFFS HERE!

Keldava strolled along happily, her nostrils wide as she happily took in the scent of Arte, a welcome smell after her journey to the south and back again. By now she could find her way home based on the scenery alone but she was taking a slow walk instead; aside from the rainclouds on the horizon which were going to move away from her if anything judging by the winds, it was a pleasant night with few clouds and a bright moon shining down upon her. Threading in and out of the bushes, Keldava would stop occasionally to gaze upwards, enjoying her walk.

Keldava was just about to start heading back to the Arte territory for some sleep when she heard it. A scream of rage, echoing throughout the lands around her. The voice was laden with bloodlust and anger but, more importantly, it was Mahnaya’s voice! Instantly Keldava took off running towards the rain clouds where the sound had come from. As she ran she started to grow, muscles bulging out and claws and teeth lengthening into formidable weapons. By the time she was halfway to Mahnaya Keldava has shifted fully into Secui form and was barelling through the undergrowth, smashing through the same shrubs she had been weaving around not too long ago.

Keldava skidded to a stop when her mother suddenly appeared out of the gloom, leaving thick trails in the dirt as her claws scrabbled for purchase against the momentum she had built up. Once she was stationary she barked over at Mahnaya, her voice split between concern and terror, ”Mahnaya, what’s happened!?” she asked, eyes scanning the darkness as though some enemy was about to come charging out. Her nose caught a whiff of a scent and her body was still as a statue while her mind tried to process what her nose had just gathered. Blood. ‘Dora’s blood. Razor sharp teeth bared themselves as Keldava started to growl, her head locked in the direction the blood led, ”’Dora…” she said, barely restraining herself from leaping off that very second.

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Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii · 07-14-2012, 02:55 PM

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OOC here: Short post for Honrin

Honrin was not far behind Keldava, sprinting full pelt towards his mother's raging scream. What! What was wrong! He hoped he wasn't too late to do something. The territory of Cercatori flew by him at an alarming rate as his muscled bunched and released propelling the secui boy faster than he had ever dared imagine. His teeth were already on display and he growled to himself, upset and anxious.

He pulled in next to Keldava in time to catch her question, steam rising from his body into the cool air as he panted. His ears pulled up though and his mouth snapped shut though his sides continued to heave as Keldava spoke of Pandora. Then he was suddenly aware of her scent, her blood on the ground and he understood, mothers boiling fury and Keldava's furious growl. There were other scents too, they had taken her. How DARE they! Somebody had hurt Pandora, HIS Pandora and made her bleed, caused her pain, his voice was a deadly whisper against the wind,

''I'll kill them. A great stone block rolled away from a cavernous part of his soul and the blackness began to seep out, snaking through his body and infecting his mind. Rage built and sanity trembled before it, the white male shook from heat to foot and his fur prickled, tensed and rippled. 'I'LL KILL THEM!' He roared at the cloud filled sky and without even consulting his mother his claws scrabbled at the uneven ground. He was gone, forwards into the darkness, blinded by his rage, the mad pulse that filled his head like a thousand tiny voices whispering to him as he followed their scents.

Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii

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