Endymion, Marahis, and Amnesia - Orsa Tribus

[Monkey Monk]

Deathblood would have let loose a low snarl when Endymion
tried to provoke him, but that was all he would give forth. His
scale-like pelt gleamed in the dim light as he stood still whilst his
mind was probed. It indeed hurt like hell, but he closed his eyes
and showed no outward sign of his pain. It was a trick he had
taught himself long ago. Never show pain to an enemy for if one
were to do so, it could prove most deadly. Once more his lips
raised as the memory surfaced. A low growl escaped his lips and
he shifted on his hind legs. He recognized his father's murderer,
but not in the same way that Amnesia did. After all, this was not
the first time he had his memories sifted through. However the
last one to do so had not shown him the memory but simply told
him to seek out Ryannkstu.

Once the probing was done, Deathblood would open his eyes to
look at Amnesia. His gaze was full with a certain determination
that would be startling not only in it's intensity, but in how calm
it was as well. He nodded to her question once. Slowly his
attention drifted around to look at the figures of Endymion,
Marahis, and some other creature who had not been there
when the journey to find the memory had began. Still, it was of
no concern to him. However he was slightly curious as to where
the one who had followed him had gone and run off to. Slowly
he let his gaze move back to Amnesia and once more he nodded
to her question. "I saw it all. I should have none it was him. It
explains why he was not there at the burial. I can't believe he
killed his own brother. That [grrr]ing uncle of mine. I'll find out
where he is and kill him."

[Aveilthé]

Tensed muscles were relaxed fully. Ahh, yes, this was nice.
Endymion looked on a bit lazily at the two, and his ears hardly
rose when Deathblood spoke. Within his brilliant mind,
the albino hoped that Deathblood wouldn't stay long. If he will,
Endymion will have to put his paw down and tell him fiercely
to leave. He didn't like Deathblood one bit; he was a cocky
fellow, and just didn't know when to give up. He was certainly
pleased that Deathblood didn't retaliate back when he provoked
him in that manner. Endymion simply refused to let that
idiot walk all over him. Deathblood obviously did not respect
him, but neither did Endymion, simply because of his cockiness
as aforementioned. Cocky wolves need to be castrated,
Endymion thought, pleased with the horrific thoughts and the
pun of these words.

Thoughts were soon dissolving just as Endymion heard the
word 'uncle' coming from none other than Deathblood.
Just the simple word cought his attention, and indeed it
sounded quite peculiar. His body now more restless, he picked
his head up, long ears swiveling forward like a buck's,
and listened, though eased his expression as to not show
interest.

[Felypsa]

Amnesia shrugged simply. She did not really care what DeathBlood thought or what he intended to do next. His overwhelming tone of hatred and vengeance showed no change in his character. It was curious, however, that DeathBlood referred to the murderer as his “uncle.” Had Amnesia interpreted the memory correctly? She must have. She saw Ryannkstu walking away from the bloodied corpse of DeathBlood’s father. Yet here was DeathBlood now, swearing to kill his uncle. It could only mean one thing. And that revelation alone surprised Amnesia.

“That I find hard to believe,” she remarked, in her characteristic indifferent manner. “Could you be saying that you are kin to the very beings who abhor you?” Of course she meant Endymion and Marahis. Mara hated DeathBlood on sight, and Endy soon grew to display his own impatient fury towards him. “Or have I merely…misunderstood the meaning of your words?” The tone with which she said that suggested she did not believe it likely.

Her ears and nose twitched as she sensed another approach their party. So soon did their tribe begin to grow! She would have dwelled longer on this new, strange presence, but she felt she had to deal with DeathBlood first. “If that is true,” she continued slowly, “then you have hidden the truth of your family for this long…for what purpose? Unless you were truly intimidated by their utter disgust of you. It makes no sense to me.” Her tone demanded a fuller explanation from the enraged DeathBlood. “Your revenge can wait. I have had enough of your crypticism and your half-truths. You will stay here and clarify. And only once you have done so to my—our satisfaction, will you be able to go seek your vengeance.”

Her voice was at once cold and commanding, a tone she had not yet taken. Until then, the White Demoness spoke with a detached indifference towards the affairs that happened around her, even when she was curious and surprised and pleased. Now, however, she truly demanded respect and obediance. For the first time she showed her full potential of power.

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Ears twitched as a nearby voice burst out in anger, blossoming in the night. Muzzle wrinkled in distaste as the smell of something evil reached him, leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Hackles rose slightly involuntarily, making his already large figure expand slightly. Slowly the brute calmed, tense muscles loosening.

Now it seemed more peaceful. He reverted his attention to Marahis, stepping closer to observe her situation. Nostrils flared, and disbelief flooded him. <i>Pups?!</i> Now here was an interesting developement. Suddenly, paranoia leapt up in the back of his mind, though there was no reason for such a reaction. Skov eyed Marahis as she stood, taking a protective stance over her children.

Apparently she did not recognize his scent. He shrugged mentally to himself. Like he expected her to. Form crouched instinctively as the femmora snarled warningly at him, plume dropping slightly, waving once in a silent appeal. Auditives laid against his skull, though he did not lower his body to the ground in complete submission. "Skov. It's Skov."

Vocals were loud enough for her to hear, though soft as to not frighten the newborns. Sharp gaze quickly found the still bodies of the ones who had not made it. Pity swept away his paranoia, leaving only mild concern, and still the surprise that he had found Marahis in this place, in this condition.

[khoyote]

I WILL REPLY SOON! PROMISE

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(Are you waiting on me? i am very very very sorry... -cries- or is this perhaps an inactive board? -sighs and bangs head against the wall-)

[Felypsa]

oOc| Nope, don't worry, we're actually waiting for khoyote...but she's indefinitely inactive, so I actually have no idea what's happening to this thread -shrugs- It's a shame, really, 'cause it's such a good plot...

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(Oh, darn.. -snuffles- I had a whole extra plot thing that was gonna connect to it and everything. -sighs and shuffles off- oh well.)

[Monkey Monk]

((Patience is a virtue my friend))

[Aveilthé]

OOC: I once talked to Hikaru, and we both nodded our heads when I said that we should make it a rule that when there is more than two parties in a roleplay plot, and that third party (or whoever) is unactive for more than two weeks, then the rest of the people can continue with the plot until that other person is active again. It's only fair... as we've been waiting long before summer vacation for Khoyote to reply, and I understand she's busy, but we've been waiting for a while... not her fault.

So I say we continue.

[Felypsa]

oOc| I agree!

In that case, it is Monkey's turn to post. -stare-

[Monkey Monk]

DeathBlood was unaware that Endymion was listening in on their
conversation. He looked over at Amnesia, almost as if she was
some sort of lunatic. A low snarl left his lips as he suddenly let
his voice ring out toward her. "What the hell are you talking
about? I know for sure now that it was my uncle who killed my
father. I have no kin other than my uncle. He had no children
and he disappeared the night of my father's murder." It was
apparent that this mascu was unaware of the true nature of his
family. He was undergoing changes, which he knew every male
of his family did when they reached a certain age or some other
catalyst.

And then the femme said something that enraged him. His body
tensed up as he glared at her fiercely, even though he knew she
could not see his malicious gaze. He looked ready to pounce
Amnesia and rip her throat out. "I am not intimidated by anyone
or anything. I embrace death willingly. No one will stop me from
avenging my father's death. Not you, not anyone here. I don't
know who you think you are, but you have all been hardly any
use to me. I will find the one called Ryannkstu and see if he
knows where my uncle is!"

[Aveilthé]

Endymion's ears twitched a bit. Like a bored moose in a field, he
shook his great twisted horns.

"I embrace death willingly."

The Hellion pack's prince felt his chest convulse; clearly he wanted
to laugh, but he thought better of it. He so dearly wanted to say
something along the lines of, "Then go and jump off a cliff!"
He felt like he was in a passive mood, and he really didn't feel
like speaking to Amnesia; she would beat him down into
submission before long. Endymion didn't understand why
he felt this way; perhaps he was exhausted, and the thought
of his sister's pups already born made him feel a bit ill. Ah yes,
he did feel quite ill... He waggled his nose a bit, and felt drops
of mucus run down.

"Great," he thought to himself sarcastically, bitterly wiping
his nose on the grass beneath him. "How bloody
embarassing." He silently shifted his pupiless eyes from the
left to the right, making sure no one saw that. If anyone
witnessed that, he would surely go and hang himself.

"Honestly, why do I even care? Wolves in Hellion shit themselves
in front of other wolves, so it's not that big of a deal." He then
shrugged and shifted his weight, serenely watching Deathblood
in such a way that one might thought that he knew something
his cousin didn't. However, it was simply an expression to
mask his earlier embarassement. Alas, the irony... if Endymion
only knew about this wolf being his cousin... ahh, perhaps he
wouldn't care. Endymion was a careless son-of-a-bitch. All
he really cared about was himself.

[Felypsa]

Amnesia laughed. That was her first reaction to DeathBlood’s retaliation. She could not see his vicious glare towards her. Perhaps, even if she could, she would have still laughed. It was not a derisive laugh. It was a short, almost bitter laugh.

“It seems I have misinterpreted your memories. That tends to happen. You were only a child at the time. I can clarify the memories, but not necessarily broaden a child’s understanding of what he saw.” She smiled, but it was more like a grimace, her lips pulling back to reveal her sharpened teeth. “Fine. Go, since you’ve told me how much you are willing to avenge your father. I’ve had enough of this ridiculous affair. Kill yourself in your passionate act of vengeance. It appears to be what you want the most. Do not let me intimidate or stop you.”

She paused and let out a sigh. “Oh, Mara…Endy, you bastard, why don’t you go see your sister.” She said this casually, clearly not insulting Endymion. “I am weary of this conversation. I would like to explore our new land.” How a blind wolf could explore was a strange affair, but Amnesia had her own ways. “It will do,” she murmured, “it will do.”

oOc| sorry, I wasn't really focusing when I wrote this x.x; Sorry if it doesn't make any sense.

[Monkey Monk]

Deathblood listened carelessly as Amnesia spoke in such a cold
tone to him. He caught Endy's rather humiliating drip from the
corner of his eyes but did not react in any way. When they were
all done speaking, he let his own voice ring out. However first it
was as a raucous laugh, piercing through the air and ringing out
loudly. It sounded just like his father's, not that any nearby
would know such. When his laughter died down, he surveyed all
the creatures for a moment before speaking. His words her calm,
cold, and malicious. "You all are hilarious. You act like you are
strong, powerful creatures when in truth you are little cowardly
pups. You run off when something doesn't go your way and the
whole time you hold your heads up high. You can't fathom why I
would wish so passionately to avenge my father for obvious
reasons. You don't have the courage nor the intellect to seek
out vengeance. You are all too hateful to those about you and
too cowardly to let yourself bond to anything. I will admit my
father was the light in my young life. I will not stop until I kill
whoever took that light from me. If I die in the process than so
be it. At least I won't be like you, cowards who run off into the
shadows and hope that no one follows the scent of their fearful
urine."

He complemented his last few words by giving a snort of disgust.
The fangs about his neck clattered lightly as he spun around. He
began to pace away from the others, his trot calm and careless.
Even if one of them attacked him, they would only prove him
right. They would prove their cowardice by striking him from
behind. The very thought of such a poetic justice made him
chuckle lowly.