Damsel in Distress
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may have gotten carried away. :3 Eilam bares a striking resemblance to Moss, but his coat is a dark earthen brown, almost black. He'll appear as a translucent figure.


Moss had been doing his best to be there for Terra and her quickly growing pups. But, it was becoming a harder feet with him not being a part of the pack. He tried to stay close to the borders so he'd be there when she needed him and he tried to bring her food when he could. Today, he was making it his mission to catch her something large for her and the pups to feast on. A deer would do. The rusty wolf-dog set out from his camp. He picked up a trail quickly and followed it, mismatched eyes focusing on the doe he'd tracked. Eilam had made it a point to follow him around today. Moss hadn't been paying much attention to the gentle spirit so he was getting restless. Moss turned to Eilam, ears pressed forward intently trying to ward him away with simple dominance. Eilam, not today....shoo.


The dark pelted entity stood tall on all fours next to his optime host, nose prodding against Moss's arm. It was a cold touch that sent shivers down his spine and unfortunately, caused his mind to shutter to a different era. Eilam's era. The past Alpha was in the midst of a hunt of his own, probably remembering it in relation to what Moss was trying to do now. He was hunched in Secui form, muscles rippling under his pelt as he surged forward, two other wolves flanking him. They drove a small group of hogs through the forest, leading them into the mouths of the waiting hunters ahead. Eilam took the lead, daring to nip at the largest hog's heals. The beast turned and drove his tusks towards the large wolf, impaling him. A yelp escaped Eilam as he rushed back into place, now limping due to his injury. Despite being hurt, he rushed forward deciding to take down the hog on his own. With a pounce, his was on the hog's back, claws shredding it's sides and jaws sinking into it's neck. The creature was soon unable to move and crashed to the floor, Eilam standing victorious over it.


Moss was released from the spirit's grasps to find himself in Secui form also standing victorious over his prey. The doe lay shredded beneath him, lifeless and covered in a crimson blanket. Moss shifted back into Optime, lifting to stand over his kill. His eyes were full of agony and fright knowing the deer had suffered a considerable amount. His head swerved to glare at Eilam, lip rippling as a growl was let loose. He knew it wasn't Eilam's fault, but he couldn't help but feel enraged at the spirit. Eilam stood with his head lowered, knowing exactly what he'd caused to happen. I apologize Moss. With a sigh, Moss regained his composure and lowered his head in thanks for the deer's life. Hide yourself, I'm going to the pack borders. Terra will appreciate this, however it was killed. The deer was slung over his shoulder. It was a mess compared to how his usual kill looked like. He wondered if Terra would question it. The thought crossed his mind, but he was much to irritated to care. Soon, he was at the borders. The gentle giant lifted his head in a call for the lovely young mother to come and greet him. Eilam stood not to far away from where Moss was, knowing the man was clueless of his presence. The spirit had other plans on his mind today.


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Terra

Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.


Tussling with her pups Terra whined happily, tail beating the air behind her. They were growing quickly, even if they were smaller than the other pups in the pack. Their coyote blood had assured that. Terra didn't mind though. She was convinced that they would be some of the strongest members that were there. Loki had her tail in his mouth when a familiar cry beckoned her. Straightening up she listened curiously. He was back! And had probably brought food.


Cheerfully she trotted to the borders, her own mixed cry echoing through the air in delight. She loved visiting with him, and loved the food that he provided. Spotting him she trotted right up, shifting into two legs. Her muscles ached slightly as she kept moving, long hair flowing down as paws turned to hands. Pushing up she hugged Moss, and looked down at the corpse. I see it put up quite the fight. Her words were teasing, looking over the mauled deer. Her body stiffened as she sensed something not quite...normal.


Terra looked around the surrounding area, studying for what was there. An echo of Moss stood in a nearby forest, covered in shadows. He was transparent, and staring right at her. Hackles raised Terra began to panic, caught between growling and running for her life. Loki and Ananse stared at their mother curiously. Mama?


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out of character here


Shortly after his call into the pack lands, Terra's lovely voice followed him back to the borders through the trees. It was a beautiful and welcoming sound to hear. Moss's ears pressed forward and tail wagged knowing that she was coming. His eyes turned to scan the background for Eilam, who was smart and quickly disappeared before Moss could get a glimpse of him only to reappear a few moments later. He was no longer afraid of Terra and wanted to be seen by her. Soon, the beautiful tawny woman arrived with both pup's in tow. The largest smile spread on his face when he saw the three of them, tail picking up even faster and a happy whine flowing from his broad muzzle. The deer was dropped to the ground gently, even in it's tattered condition. Terra shifted as she came to him, rising up to embrace him in a hug which he returned with a bear hug of his own squeezing her tightly and lifting her off of the ground for a moment.


The condition of the deer was noticed and a hand was raised nervously to the back of his neck nervously. Yeah...guess it didn't want to be caught more than the usual deer. A light chuckle escaped him, obviously trying to cover up the truth behind the deer's mauled corpse. She must know that normally all of his kills were neat, with one or two arrows hitting vital organs. But, good thing she didn't read too much into it. He really didn't want to explain. Moss felt the shift in the atmosphere, immediately knowing what it meant. He didn't think much of it though as Eilam was normally hanging around somewhere when he was around Terra. He'd always been sure to not be seen by the mother. But, this time it was apparent that he'd faltered. Worry struck Moss's features as Terra stiffened, a large hand coming to hold her arm. His eyes followed hers into the forest, seeing Eilam standing there. He didn't look imposing or threatening, his tail swaying and tongue hanging from his maw in a playful manner. Moss turned back to Terra, the fear in her eyes was loud. Her whole demeanor had changed in a split second, hackles rising and a growl rumbling from her lips. Loki and Ananse were quick to pick up on it as well. No.


This couldn't be happening. Moss froze for a moment before his other hand rose to grip Terra firmly making sure she didn't turn and run. Terra...don't be afraid please. I need you to not be afraid. Moss was fumbling with his words, trying to come up with a good explanation, one that would keep her standing there. He turned to Eilam who was standing firm, despite the obvious panic before him and a glare from Moss. Worried mismatched eyes turned back to the woman, looking deep into them and trying to keep her eyes off of the spirit. He won't hurt you. He's kind, harmless really. I...Uh. Damnit Eilam! A hand ran through his tangled brown hair becoming flustered with himself and Eilam. Terra, don't run. I know you want to run, everyone runs from him but he won't do anything to hurt you or the pups. Just take a few moments to calm down I beg you. Then I can explain. Please Terra. It was at that moment that Eilam chose to leave, turning to walk away only to disappear into the natural colors of the forest. It was a relief to see him gone, but now Moss had a problem on his hands.


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Terra

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His tight embrace enveloped her. Terra enjoyed his grip, strong enough to crush her if he chose to but holding her up instead. Placed back on the ground her tail swayed, noting how nervous he was. Something had happened with the deer. She could smell that it was Moss' kill. Terra might have assumed he'd poached it otherwise as it was so different from his typical. Had he lost control in some way to damage the deer in such a manner? He took her joke seriously, trying to pass it off as an excuse for the deer's condition. Shaking her head Terra sniffed the air, focusing on the strangeness.


She could feel his hand on her arm keeping her from fleeing. What was that? It wasn't alive. It was unnatural. It shouldn't be there. Terra flinched as another warm hand touched her, panicking. Briefly she struggled to get away, tugging a little before her eyes turned to him. His words lacked any steadiness to them, carrying a desperation of it's own. What is it? What was that thing? Why was it there, staring at her? None of it's calm stance transferred over to Terra, too involved in the fact that it wasn't supposed to be there. Moss' words brought her attention to him. What was he saying?


You know it? How could he know it? Moss' words only worsened the situation. Everyone ran from it, of course they did. How could they not? Why hadn't Moss? What did he know of that thing? Her tension eased as the spirit disappeared, both pups whimpering. Terra's eyes met Moss'. She couldn't stop shivering. She had seen a monster, and Moss knew it.


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out of character here


The woman struggled in his grasp, though he didn't let go like he normally wound have if she really wanted him to. He didn't want her to run. For this to turn out like ever other time someone laid eyes on Eilam. His eyes stayed on hers, hoping he'd catch her gaze and finally he did. He saw the fright in features. With his efforts he was able to keep her standing before him, though his desperation never faded. She could run at any moment. As soon as the questions left her lips, words came from his own to answer them. Hoping that the answers would calm her down. He's a spirit. He's harmless, I swear. The next question made him freeze for a moment ashamed to admit that Eilam was a friend of his. It was strange that he could befriend something supernatural, but Eilam was a kind entity. One that related to Moss in so many ways, yet was so different. Yes, I know him... His words dragged out, hesitant to speak them. Would it make Terra not want to be around him anymore? Would it ruin the friendship they had created so far? Would it mean he would never see Ananse and Loki anymore? The questions cluttered his mind making it almost impossible to think clearly. Moss just wanted everything to be okay.


His eyes darted to the pups who had picked up on the fright their mother was feeling and were whimpering at her feet. Eilam had scared them to. At this point, Moss felt like this would be the last time he'd see all three of them and the despair showed on his rusty toned features. Words continued to quickly flow from his muzzle, desperately trying to explain before Terra decided to leave. He follows me everywhere and has never done harm to anyone. Intentionally...Eilam had a way of making Moss do things he could never bring himself to do on his own. But that was something Moss would keep a secret at all costs. His name is Eilam and he is the spirit of my old pack's founder. It's a long story. Just believe me when I say he truly isn't a harm to anyone. Moss could feel Terra shivering as his hands rested on her, the words weren't helping. He had the urge to pull her close and hold her, but he felt if he moved she'd dart away never to be seen again. Mismatched eyes floated to the pups, Moss's voice eased out calm and warm just for them. He's a friend...don't be scared. The words just kept coming while he was waiting for some sign that she wouldn't leave. Please don't be scared.

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He? Why did Moss call that thing a he? At least she had a name to put to that wrong thing now. Spirit. It shouldn't be there. Why was it here? It had to move on, go off to wherever those spirits came from. It certainly didn't belong in the world. The green eyes studied his kind ones desperately, looking for some sort of sense in this sudden shattering of reality. He didn't seem very relaxed. If anything the large hybrid looked like he was ready to join in on her panicking nature and let everything go.

How could Moss know him? How had such a thing happened? Terra had stopped struggling, but her heart was racing. She could feel it pounding in her ears at such a rate she thought it might burst. It reminded her a lot of a rabbit right before she killed it. Her ears swung forwards, listening to his words desperately over the roar that threatened to drown everything out. His request didn't mean much, the words fading away to nothing but sound. Your pack's founder? Why didn't he leave like the rest?


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