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Post by Felypsa on Apr 6, 2007 17:11:27 GMT -6
“No…no!”
The anguished cry echoed across the barren wastelands with the name Hiagaru. It was torn from a very large wolf, who was struggling on the ground—but there was no one else in sight. It was just this one huge monster of a wolf, crying out piteously for mercy, twisting and turning, growling and biting at nothing.
If anyone dared to get close to this biting, snarling creature, he would notice that the wolf’s varicolored pelt—made up of hairs of gold, brown, tan, black, and grey—was damp with sweat. He would also notice that the wolf’s eyes—a pleasant forest green—were flashing violently to crimson. They would change to red, and the wolf would whimper or growl, and they would be green again. Red-green-red-green-red-red-red-green…
Once, while the wolf’s eyes were green, he struggled to stand and burst out, “Damn you, Wraith! You’ll never take me! Leave…me…alone!” Then he let out a cry of pain and his eyes became scarlet once again. There was still no one else in sight, no one the wolf could possibly be talking to.
Red-eyed now, the wolf spoke again, this time with a tone of anger and hatred. “Fenrir does not exist anymore. There is only the Wraith!” But then he growled furiously, clawing at the air. His eyes flickered back to green.
“Out, Wraith! Out, out, damn you!” Fenrir spat, eyes full of hatred and rebellion, and green. But not for long. He growled and rolled around on the wasted ground, digging at the dirt, tearing up the rocks and sending them careening in all directions.
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Post by bjorn on Apr 14, 2007 11:16:52 GMT -6
a vivid golden silhouette was traveling upon the horizon. the outline jumping and skipping like a record upon the heat waves. whoosh whoops the monotonous flap, of wings. up, down up, down. have you ever had the feeling that you may never have a purpose? that you should never be born? well that you have been born by accident and so nothing in live would ever work for you, i mean one thing that most females can do, have offspring but i can't even do that. Lasair was thinking to herself again. she had left the nest once more her just laid batch of precious eggs had once again burst into black flames, he had to get away from her mate for a bit, the disappointment and the feeling of failure and despairer had been too much let alone the harsh words from Belenus.
she was flying in a world of her own when suddenly she was brought back to reality by the anguished screams of pain and the word no. she altered her path to find the creature, there it was twisting and crying in the distance, she dropped in altitude and landed near silently next to the beast, wings slightly unfurled so she could take off quickly if need be. the bulk of this tormented creature was massive, she looked into its eyes flashes of haunted red and green flicked back and forth. he was talking to quick and with so much hatred she couldn't really understand, and she had never been able wolven kinds very well, all she could grasp was that it was talking about one who goes by the name fenrir and a wraith, she had heard wraith before but was not entirely sure as to what one was. "please sir, stop squirming if you are hurt i can heal you but i cant get close while you are in such a rage." she said in her beautifully throbbing voice.
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Post by Felypsa on Apr 14, 2007 17:13:46 GMT -6
At first, the wolf did not even notice the approach of another. He was too consumed in his inward battle with himself. But suddenly, he heard a crystal clear voice that cut through the chaos of his mind, and the word “heal.” With a mighty struggle, he stood up and looked at the bird with half-crazed eyes. Green.
“Get back!” he gasped. “Get away! It’s not safe—he is coming, he is here! He’ll kill you, he’ll—aaaaaagh!” Fenrir flung himself back on the ground, seeming to beat himself up, gasping and crying out. His claws dug deep into the ground, tearing away big chunks of dirt. His eyes rolled and his tongue lolled out, and he let out a final, pain-filled howl.
As soon as the call faded in the distance, he had ceased to move. But he was breathing. And slowly, painstakingly, he rose. He was massive, towering over any average-sized wolf, and his muscles bulged through his golden-brown-black fur. But he seemed calm now. He was no longer struggling with himself.
And his eyes were red.
He looked at the bird who had shown some concern for him, and suddenly smiled savagely. “Sorry about that,” he said with a gruff, gutteral voice that was different from the hich-pitched cries of his warnings. “There was an evil spirit residing within me, and I had to banish It. It was a difficult battle to fight, but It’s gone now.” He bowed his head towards her courteously. “Thank you for your offer to heal me, but I am not hurt. The only wounds I ever bore were on the inside, when that evil spirit was plaguing me. But I am better now.”
He took a step closer to her, still smiling. “So what’s your name, pretty little one?”
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Post by selth9 on Apr 14, 2007 20:20:53 GMT -6
A desert...
A wasteland...
In the heat of the day, a small salamander fried.
To young to know what the day was, it had wandered out of its den and into the blazing sun. As it lay there, shriveling, thinking its life was at an end, something odd happened. A slight mist was forming. Slowly but surely, a black fog was coming over the salamander. In all the years he had been alive, and of all the stories he had heard from the elders, this had never happened before. Soon, the fog had thickened to a point where he could only see gray in front of him, and slight moisture was forming on his once shriveled skin. Following instinct, the salamander got up and walked back to its den. Soon the dark mist disappeared, and once again the area was bathed in burning light.
...Was it a good idea to do that?...
...I don't know, but it felt right...
...That sounds right...
The black mist, satisfied that it had saved that salamander's life, continued to float across the desert, taking up only a cubic foot of space now. It did not seem to be affected by the heat. If you looked at it, all you would see is a small sphere of little black dots. It hovered at face level, and it moved at about the pace of a boy leisurely walking in a park at a nice day.
"No...no!"
The scream echoed through the empty wasteland.
The black mist responded, as if it had ears and had heard the shouts of agony.
It stood still for a little bit, every dot that made it up stoped in midair.
The dots began to move again, and, as if it had made up its' mind, it grew to about the size of a large book shelf. Then it condensed onto a point near the ground.
A completely black sand worm appeared where the darkness had gone. It was about the size of a human, with razor sharp teeth.
The worm jumped up and burrowed into the sand, head first. With no eyes, it had to follow vibrations in the ground.
But that was easy, as the thing that made that sound was still thrashing and pounding.
Soon, the vibrations were strong, and the worm knew it had come close to the thing making the sound.
In a small explosion of sand, it jumped up and instantly changed back into black mist. But the mist was dissapitated, spread around a large area. It slowly moved in on the place where the sound was once coming from, but was now strangely silent.
Quickly the mist spoted a large wolf and, on closer inspection a bird near it. They seemed to be talking. The wolf seemed slightly dishevaled, but it was standing, and it seemed fine.
"...something's wrong..."
The voice in its head echoed that.
...Be careful...
Once again the black mist condensed on a single spot. But this time, instead of a sand worm, a black snake appeared.
It slithered up to the two and waited behind a nearby rock.
He heard the words "So what's your name, pretty little one?" and wondered the same for both.
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Post by bjorn on Apr 16, 2007 1:12:15 GMT -6
the Phoenix raised her proud head and took a couple of steps back. those red eyes unnerved her. " my name is Lasair. what is wrong with your eyes, shouldn't they be the green that i saw earlier. tell me why was the wraith plaguing you?" she ruffled her feathers, slightly scared but she knew if anything happed she could call belenus for help, even if he was mad at her. Lasair felt another presence near but she didn't dare take her eyes off of that creepy wolf.
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Post by selth9 on Apr 16, 2007 13:03:32 GMT -6
Miasma felt that something was amiss.
"...Those red eyes..."
"...They aren't natural..."
It slithered away into the desert.
From the direction it went came a wolf, about 2 feet high with a black coat and blue eyes. It's paws were gray, as was it's snout and underbelly. Soundlessly, it walked up to the two. Only when it was near them did it make a sound.
"Hello. I heard alot of screaming a while back and was wondering what was making it. Was it either of you? Oh, how impolite of me. My name is Miasma, and I come from this desert."
Although the last statement was a lie, it might as well had been true. Often times, as the black mist, Miasma had wandered this desert and, thanks to it's excellent memory, it remembered the positions of almost every rock and dead tree.
He looked expectantly at the two and waited.
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Post by Felypsa on Apr 16, 2007 18:01:54 GMT -6
oOc| I think it would be easier if we all adhered to a posting order...so me, then bjorn, then selth, then me, then bjorn, then selth...etc. it makes things easier to deal with =D
“Lasair…lovely name.” But the wolf’s eyes blazed suddenly when the phoenix mentioned the Wraith. “What do you know about the Wraith?” he snarled, baring his very long, pointed fangs. “The Wraith is—is evil! You are nothing compared to the Wraith!” He growled and snapped at the air in front of Lasair, though far enough away that there was no chance of her getting bitten. “I suggest you put the Wraith from your mind, pretty Lasair. It does no good for anybody, trust me.”
The wolf seemed to calm down a little—he was no longer snarling, and his eyes, though red, were no longer flashing dangerously—when the creature called Miasma approached. He looked at this black wolf with the blue eyes and thought that it was just as unnatural—supernatural?—as the Wraith Itself. “Miasma,” the wolf rumbled lowly. “Sorry about that. As I was explaining to Lasair here, I was expelling an evil spirit that had possessed my body for a very long time. It was a very painful process, and I was not in full control of myself, so that was why I was screaming. Thank you for your concern.” He added, “And you may call me Fenrir.”
Already there were two creatures before him—he just had to bide his time. Oh yes, this was a reward that had been a long time coming…but finally was here.
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Post by bjorn on Apr 19, 2007 11:41:40 GMT -6
" i know nothing of a wraith i was asking you for i know none! and i do not wish to challenge it, tho my mate might try." her voice was high pitched and ridged and she spred her wings defensively the tips level with her chest, at first but she said the end a lot more quietly more to herself than to the others and slightly lowered her wings but not much. wait a minute others. this was getting a bit unnerving for lasair a wolf with red and now a wolf with blue. the second wolf looked scarier than the first and she didn't like being here.
" greetings Miasma, your fur gives away that you are not naturally from the desert, have you lived here long?" lasair inquired her voice a little high showing slight fear, she kept telling herself that every things fine and if things did heated she could just call for belenus. she hope he was near. she looked up at the scorching sun and thought all my life i haven't met anyone as scary as this pair, and now i have i wonder who else is out there. she gazed into the black wolves eyes wondering how they were possible.
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Post by selth9 on Apr 19, 2007 14:07:57 GMT -6
"Keen eyes, you have, Lasair. Yes, I am not naturaly from this wasteland, but wandered here from a forest. I decided to make this my home, but do not ask me why. I do not know myself."
He looked up at the sky, and a breeze blew, if only for a few seconds.
"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to daze off like that."
He looked at the other wolf.
...Fenrir...
...Be on guard...
A voice whispered in his mind.
"Fenrir, where did you come from?"
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Post by Felypsa on Apr 19, 2007 16:14:48 GMT -6
Fenrir’s eerie red eyes flashed as he listened to Lasair’s answer. A snort escaped his nostrils, for his ears were keener than perhaps the phoenix would have guessed. He heard her mention her mate, albeit quietly, and wanted to laugh at her. He restrained, though he did grin menacingly.
“I would not advise anyone to challenge the Wraith. It is as powerful as It is evil and as immortal as It is powerful. It took all my strength to get rid of It now. But It is indeed gone for good, and It has no host, so It will do no harm to anybody.” Fenrir nodded, then added, “Thank the gods.”
The huge wolf turned to eye Miasma even closer when Lasair made her observation. Those blue eyes did seem more…knowing…than Fenrir would have expected. Like the eyes of something old and wise. But Fenrir lacked perception, so he dismissed it. It didn’t matter to him what Miasma actually was. When Miasma asked his innocent question, Fenrir merely smirked.
“The mountains,” he proclaimed. “A most treacherous place to live…every day you risked slipping and falling down a yawning rift. In truth, I lost a friend of mine that way.” He let out a gutteral sigh. “We wolves are not blessed with wings, as some wolves here are. It is a disadvantage that we suffered from in the mountains. But now—now, I fear nothing. The Wraith, who dragged me all over the world by Its own will, is gone, and I, the survivor, am stronger than ever.” He lifted his head and chest with pride.
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Post by bjorn on Apr 23, 2007 13:23:09 GMT -6
" i meant it jestingly." lasair quietly spoke. there was an atmosphere of wariness here, there was tension here with the wolves. lasair listened to fenrir, she could hear the pride in his voice, and him raise his head and puff out his chest. "it is a great feat to defeat one so Strong i congratulate you on that behalf. so what will you do next? try to settle down and live a normal life, or..." lasair drifted off, waiting for a reply.
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Post by selth9 on Apr 23, 2007 14:31:36 GMT -6
Miasma also waited for Fenrir's reply.
...The mountains...
...Could that be true...
His blue eyes scaned the ground. A myraid of lines extended away from them in every direction. He looked near where Fenrir stood and saw that the lines had been dashed and the ground dug up.
...From all I know, Fenrir is a name fit for one from the mountains...
...But...Wraith...
Now he too looked at Fenrir in expectation.
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Post by Felypsa on Apr 23, 2007 18:59:03 GMT -6
While Lasair spoke, the wolf was staring almost absently into space, making eye contact with neither the phoenix nor the other wolf. In his mind, his thoughts churned restlessly, sifting from idea to idea, before finally settling on the one course of action he would take. Bide my time.
The corners of his mouth lifted, and the sun glinted off his dangerous-looking fangs. But Fenrir answered, “I will bide my time,” he spoke his thought aloud to his little audience, whom he was aware were waiting expectantly for his reply, “before it becomes clear what my purpose is. The Wraith did a lot of damage and wreaked a lot of chaos while It was still in my body, and I hope to one day make up for all that violence and destruction It left in Its path…but that is such a huge task, I wouldn’t know where to begin. So I think I will find a place to live impermanently, then try to redeem myself.”
Now his crimson eyes fell on first Lasair, then Miasma, glinting oddly. Just biding my time, he thought, just biding my time…He did not cease to grin. “What are you both doing in this desolate wasteland?”
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Post by bjorn on Apr 24, 2007 13:33:26 GMT -6
lasair listened with care too make sure that she did not say anything more to enrage fenrir. she nodded hen he spoke about biding his time. lasair hung her head as he inquired as to what she was doing in the wastelands. " well I'm a traveler, i drift from place to place but i like the wastelands because of the heat, its great on my feathers. i am heading back to the forests or mountains, where ever the winds take me i had served my purpose here until i heard you shouts, i am in no hurry, i never am." lasair still kept her head down and looked at Miasma, curious as to why he was here.
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Post by selth9 on Apr 24, 2007 14:20:02 GMT -6
"I am not sure why I am here." Miasma said a few minutes after Lasir finished speaking. "This place does not suit my behavior, my mood, my build, my fur, but I stay here none the less. I feel compeled to be here, to live out a meger excistance until the day I die."
Miasma thought to himself "I just realize how much I lie."
He laughed aloud at the thought until remembering that he was in the preasence of others.
"Sorry. Just a thought."
Another thought struck him.
"Perhaps we should find shelter. We have all been standing out in this blazing sun for a while now. I know a cave not far from here. It is quite large, even enough for you, Fenrir, and we will be able to reach it in a few minutes."
He looked at the northern direction, remembering the cave he had found while wandering. Then he looked at the other two. Although there was no sweat on him, he was pretty sure that they could not tell under his black coat.
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