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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Sept 2, 2011 23:35:34 GMT -5
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[/color][/right] 'Who are you today, then? Animate and perky? Nah. Detached and dreamy? No thank you, that was last week. Just go with the flow? Why the hell not. Maybe it's not my decision to make today, after all. I don't always decide, sometimes it just happens and I just go with it...'The sun bore down on the two figures making their way across the large expanse of flat, dry ground. One was large, masculine, moving swiftly and confidently, his strides devouring the ground. The other was slender and lithe, her cinnamon colored pelt standing out as she scurried along behind the brute. She seemed to be travelling at her own pace, which in turn agitated the male. He was constantly tossing snippets of harsh sentences he'd been mumbling to himself over his shoulder, his intent to emotionally maim the little female trotting along. She seemed oblivious, rust hued ears pivoting back and forth, chocolate colored eyes boredly surveying the land around her. This only further provoked the Dominor leading her to Auktion Rock, and the small female dubbed Othello was perfectly aware of this. That was, after all, why she was doing it. Perhaps her mood was stubborn and insufferable today. It would not be an unusual thing, she was often hard to sway, stuck in her own little ways. 'But then again, you're not really stuck, are you? You're constantly flopping around like a fish outta water, ain't you?' Her thoughts were racing, which was nothing out of the ordinary. She could never seem to calm the darn things down, never seem to make them hush for just a few moments. It was crowded inside of her head. "Hurry the hell up." This came from the Dominor, who had turned to glare at Othello as if she had personally nipped him in the rear or some other equally offending action. Allowing a look of mock indignation to slide over her maw, she purposely slowed her walk to a pace that one might take up whilst taking an evening stroll. With a snarl, the Dominor suddenly whirled on her, and just like that, the little switch in her head clicked from insufferable to innocent and daunted. She crouched down as he circled around her, her tail tucking and her ears flattening. A snarl bred purely by fear and desperation slipped from her muzzle, but that was the worst move she could have made. His anger intensified, and unfortunately, it was all directed at her in that moment. Her emotions were suddenly swirling inside of her. Which persona did she drag forward to deal with the abuse that was sure to come? In her confusion, she slunk lower, belly brushing against the dirt. Nothing seemed to be able to console the Dominor, however. He was entirely fed up with her, this she could tell. She had seen him close to this many, many times. Often she still found herself pushing him, almost as if she were unable to control herself. She had suffered many wounds by both his claws and his teeth, and squeezing her brown eyes closed, she braced herself for what was sure to come. 'Who are you now, Othello?'[/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Kyren on Sept 3, 2011 0:21:54 GMT -5
Viper had travelled all night to reach auction rock, or well technically to be farther down the trail that led to auktion rock. He wasn’t quite crazy enough to walk into the heart of the evil seed that had spawned such corruption in wolf society. There might come a time he’d find a reason to take such a brash action but for now it was unnecessary. The black timber wolf stayed towards the edges, letting the shadows of a cliff hide him from obvious sight, though he certainly wasn’t visible to any who were actually looking for him. No one was ever smart enough to look for him.
It was late in the day, and the sun’s rays pressed heavily on his dark coat even if he was in the shade. Still, he had learned the value of patience and had certainly endured far worse than being a bit hot. The wolf hardly moved and finally that patience was rewarded a voice was heard. It was faint, slightly farther off but coming this way. Viper tensed, waiting but then the wolves apparently quit coming forward. So much for just getting to lay in wait.
Getting up he moved at a slow trot towards the voice. He assumed it would be two wolves as most don’t talk to themselves, though he imagined there were exceptions. The concern would be if it were more than two, not that it would sway Viper from his plans. There was no way to determine anything by scent here, too many wolves walked this path and so many to a bad end. He came in sight to see an overbearing wolf circling a female that was apparently quite sorry for whatever had pissed him off.
Viper watched for only a moment before he moved into an outright run, not bothering to try and stay hidden in such a desolate place, nor walk up appearing innocent. Let the brute see the demon that lay inside of Viper’s heart, see the hate that shined in those eyes as he charged at him. Make an official challenge to a fight? Ha! If he’d had cover Viper would have tried to lunge at him from inside of a hiding spot. These wolves deserved no courtesy, only death. Of course, if the brute wanted to turn and flee he wouldn’t bother giving chase. Viper’s only real interest was in separating him from the female. She would be the first of those he set free from the wickedness of the world, break free from a social code they had never agreed to.
Viper never spoke as he charged into the dominor, and his fighting style was an all-out offensive. Viper had no fear of pain, or death, and saw no reason to complicate his goals with such concerns.
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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Sept 3, 2011 0:56:57 GMT -5
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[/color][/right] The brute was circling her still, nipping harshly at any part of her that he could reach. Othello knew that he was toying with her, leading up to the moment when he would truly decide to show her tiny frame what pain meant. She cringed, suddenly not as brave and gutsy as she had been moments before. Not that a sudden change of heart was unusual for the girl. In fact, she was constantly flying off the handle, experiencing periods of mania, and generally just confusing everyone in close proximity to her. No one truly knew Othello; they knew her many different faces, perhaps. But a question often asked was which face was truly Othello's? Had they encountered her but just assumed it to be another one of her little characters? She baffled people, and Othello loved it. She loved the fact that she could so easily conceal herself, molding her into someone else, a complete different person, with a different story if she wished. She could be anything, anyone...at least in her mind. Othello cracked her eyes open, taking note of the Dominor's sinister grin as he lurked before her. But what was that? There, over his shoulder... Her eyes narrowed just slightly, struggling to register the dark shape barreling towards them. Dimly she realized that it was a wolf, and that it was likely her duty to inform her Dominor that there was a potential threat rushing towards him. But Othello kept her mouth shut, struggling not to giggle. Suddenly the wolf was upon them and the Dominor whirled, yelping with surprise. He was clearly startled to have been charged by another wolf out of the blue, but Othello found the whole thing rather amusing. She let out a soft laugh as the Dominor stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over Othello, who was still crouched down. For a split second, the brute stared at the dark male who was clearly in attack mode. Then, apparently deciding that Othello wasn't worth the fight, he turned and fled. Othello raised up slightly, watching the Dominor's retreat with a curious expression on her face. "Never seen 'im run that fast," she commented dryly. Perhaps she should have been frightened; she was standing with a brute who had just run off her previous Dominor, a strange wolf who just moments before she had seen snarling and charging forward as if he had nothing to lose. Maybe, like Othello herself, he didn't. "He's not so big and bad now." This was followed by another gleeful laugh as her mood once more shifted, leaving her upbeat, almost annoyingly so. She allowed her tail to wag back and forth furiously as she stretched her frame out. She took a moment to pause, licking at one of the places on her shoulder that the Dominor's teeth had snagged. Then, she glanced curiously at the male. She wasn't entirely sure what he was; a Timber wolf, perhaps. His fur was as dark as night, riddled with scars that had her tilting her head to the side, interested in how he had gotten them. She assumed it was personal, however, and would be smart enough to keep her mouth shut. Maybe she would ask later. If he didn't kill her. "I'm Othello."[/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Kyren on Sept 3, 2011 1:27:20 GMT -5
When the dominor turned and fled Viper followed for an entire two steps and then just stopped moving for several moments. No ear twitched or tail moved and then he slowly turned to face Othello. There was a neutrality to him, a lack of any and all emotions in his face and body posture. The cowardly dominor had fled pretty fast. Amazing how happy they were to show off to sklavins how strong and impenetrable they were, and then flee like a scared rabbit at any possible conflict from those that didn’t whimper at their feet.
When she spoke, a smirk of dark amusement was on his face for a moment before it left. Not much amused Viper, but a dominor running away from him was vastly satisfying and amusing in a twisted sort of way. A deep slow sigh was taken as he then focused his attention on her a more scrutinizing way. She was…different. It certainly did not take these female long to recover from her fear of being attacked. Actually, it was also interesting that she wasn’t worried about Viper attacking her as well. Why was her tail wagging? Surely he offered a perfectly good terrifying image there! The dominor had seemed impressed enough by it.
“Othello.” It was said more to test out the sound of it, how it ran off the tongue. “You don’t fear me? Your ‘master’ certainly did. I charged in, unprovoked, and gave no reason to attack him.” Not as if he wanted her fear, he only wanted to know what this odd wolf was thinking. Perhaps she was just happy to be rid of him. Viper could certainly understand that, but surely it’s better to celebrate such things when you escape a threat. Maybe she was nuts? Well, perhaps she had a good reason he hadn’t thought of.
Well, whatever, did it really matter to him? Not really. “Othello. You are free. You may go on your own, or you can come with me.” Apparently he wasn’t polite enough to offer her his name, but he would offer her freedom. His gaze travelled to auktion rock then just snorted out some of the dust they had unsettled in that rather fast skirmish. No, by himself or with her, it was certainly not time to attack the place yet. Nor was it good to spend days camped out in this place. The sun was bright, and hot, and he was ready to get into the shade of some tree’s or anything else.
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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Sept 3, 2011 11:31:15 GMT -5
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[/color][/right] “Othello. You don’t fear me? Your ‘master’ certainly did. I charged in, unprovoked, and gave no reason to attack him.”Othello snorted before she could stop herself. It was just such a ludicrous idea to her in that moment. She didn't exactly know why. She wasn't fearless - oh, no, she feared so very much. She could name off a dozen things right then and there, rattle her little brain for more, throw those out as well. Maybe she would create such a long list of things she feared that if she started she would never stop. It would just spew forth from her and keep going, going, going. She'd wander around all day, mumbling on things like 'snakes' and 'heights', although she truly didn't fear either one of those things. In fact, she quite liked prodding at snakes and heights never had bothered her, although sometimes she did get a little anxious... 'Hey! Earth to Othello! You're just standin' there, starin' off into space.' She shook her head suddenly, ripping herself out of her jumbled thoughts. Keeping Othello focused was a task that as of yet, no one had seemed to have mastered. Well, he probably knew she was a weirdo now, but that was just all in a day's work. "Fear? Nah. I don't feel like I have anything to fear right now. I was supposed to fear my Master, but you see what a coward he was. I don't typically play by the rules, including the big book of What Strikes Fear in Thee and What Doesn't." She shrugged a little, twitching her ears violently to rid herself of a pesky fly. Then, she studied the male once more, squinting her eyes in concenctration. He hadn't offered her a name as of yet, and that was fine. She would find something to call him. Like Handsome, if her mood suddenly shifted to flirty. Or Saviour, if she suddenly decided gratefulness was the path to take. Or something equally annoying that would likely ruffle his fur, if she was in a pushy mood again. But that had only gotten her attacked with her last Master, and she wasn't really looking to go through that again, after all. She should have been greatful, but Othello was an oddball, never quite managing to get a grasp on what she should do and what she shouldn't. “Othello. You are free. You may go on your own, or you can come with me.” Free? Wouldn't any Sklavin be elated at this? Shouldn't she be? After all, she had been forced into this life, simply because she was a little off in the head. She had been literally drug to a Dominor by her father, thrown to him and left there. Her tail slowly stilled and she cocked her head at an angle, her gaze slowly gravitating to the ground. Her paws kneading softly at the dirt, and for a moment, her face twisted in an expression that showed clear anxiety. It was too much. The world was so big and she was so small and she was suddenly alone? She was just expected to be by herself? What if she couldn't fend for herself? What if she couldn't-- 'Hey, idiot. He offered to allow you to go with him.' Her thoughts were soft, like a whisper. It was hard to get through to her when she was in her anxious little state of mind, but she listened. 'You don't have to be alone. Say yes. Get aquainted with him. See if you like the brute, and if you don't, you can leave. Even then you still don't have to be by yourself. You can find a pack. But he seems like a pretty decent guy, he just freed you, after all. Go on, see how it goes.'Her ears swiveled wildly as slowly, her face rearranged itself into a playful expression. Her tail wagged again, not as vigorously this time, almost teasingly. Her eyes moved from the ugly brown dirt to the brute's face, a wolfish grin placing itself on her muzzle. "Well, Mr...ah, Mr whoever you are," she began, voice holding a mischevious edge. "I think I might take you up on your offer. It's not wise for a little lady to wander about on her own, after all. But only if I don't have to keep guessing at your name."Shifting. Constantly shifting. Othello felt almost dizzy with the rapidness of it sometimes, with the way she couldn't control it. But she had relinquished control a long time ago, and now all she could do was sit back and see how this brute dealt with her very obvious mood swings. So far, he hadn't seen anything bad, like anger or depression. But that was only a matter of time. How much time, Othello truly didn't know. "I can't help but wonder though, Mister. Why'd you do it? Chase off my Master, that is. You don't seem like a Dominor."[/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Kyren on Sept 3, 2011 18:26:00 GMT -5
Strange was a good word to describe this wolf. Viper asks why she doesn’t seem to fear him and it takes forever for her to answer, staring off into space for a period of time. When she had shaken her head out it seemed quite probable she had been in some form of deeper thought. Whatever.
So, Viper comes in charging at the dominor, chases him off and she felt he was nothing to fear. It was true of course, but it still seemed strange she had figured that out. Was it that she was shrewd enough to realize it to such a confident degree or perhaps that she was so dim witted that she didn’t think through things enough. A soft snort emitted himself at the comment on what a coward her master had been. Of course it had worked out well for him that the dominor had been a coward, however it had still been pathetic. Unless Viper really did seem that big a threat. It certainly was a nice thought, but he would have to wait until he’d had more run in’s with other wolves to find out how dangerous he appeared.
Yup, she was an odd one. He granted her freedom then offered her to leave or follow him, so why did she appear nervous at such a thought? Othello certainly hadn’t seemed to be enjoying herself with her former master. This wasn’t a place he wanted to spend too much time at and he’d already been her from night till now when the sun rays where hi above his head and here she was taking her time making a decision. A deep sigh as he remained silent, glancing off back in the directions of tree’s, away from the cliffs and harsh rocks around here.
Oh good, she came to a decision finally, one she was apparently happy with the way her tail was wagging. What the hell passed through her mind?
"Well, Mr...ah, Mr whoever you are," she began, voice holding a mischevious edge. "I think I might take you up on your offer. It's not wise for a little lady to wander about on her own, after all. But only if I don't have to keep guessing at your name."
“Viper.” Well, it was a rather short answer that came out gruffly, but there was no signs of actual anger of threat. Viper felt no reason to try and coddle anyone, either they would follow with him and work to destroy the order of wolven society, taking away the sklavin station, or they would leave. Viper saw no reason to work at influencing their decisions. Let each sklavin make their choice and never blame him for manipulating their decision.
"I can't help but wonder though, Mister. Why'd you do it? Chase off my Master, that is. You don't seem like a Dominor."
“I’m not.” A pause and he turned to start walking off. “Come on, we shouldn’t stay here. The longer we are here the greater the chance of confrontation.” With that Viper started walking back the way he’d come. For all he wanted to leave promptly he apparently didn’t feel a need to run off. “The road I take will be dangerous, know that well before you follow me. I intend to change how our society works. I don’t believe the status ‘sklavin’ should exist. I know I’m not alone, but apparently I’m the only one who has the courage to try and start changing it, or perhaps the only one to imagine something different. We will roam through lands of different packs, we will see which sklavins are willing to risk running away and set them free. The freedom will be as it was with you, their choice to be alone or run with us. Fights are sure to happen.”
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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Sept 3, 2011 19:25:10 GMT -5
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[/color][/right] Viper. Well it was certainly a dark name. Meant to be threatening, perhaps. If it was meant to strike fear in the hearts of those who heard it, Othello was the exception. She felt nothing except dim excitement. Just moments ago she had been nervous, but now that she was truly beginning to consider a life of freedom, she was slowly warming to the idea. So far, Viper was proving to be a little on the... cold side. He hadn't blatantly been rude or cruel towards her, but Othello could tell that he was impatient and distant. Well, that was fine with her. As long as he wasn't throwing insults at her, or snapping angrily at her flank, she didn't really care what he did. He couldn't be that bad, anyways. He had helped her when she had needed it, and for that she would always be grateful. It was something she wasn't used to, this gratefulness. Normally she had reason to curse brute's names, not praise them. It was take some getting used to. “Come on, we shouldn’t stay here. The longer we are here the greater the chance of confrontation.”He started off and Othello scrambled after him, loping along at his side. She began to hum softly to herself, not loud enough to interrupt the tale he was now telling, but just loud enough to be heard when he stopped. So he was freeing Sklavins, trying to eliminate the lifestyle. For a moment, Othello thought it silly. Surely he couldn't do it on his own. But then she realized that he was not alone; she had agreed to traveling with him while he set forth this crazy plan. 'But is it really so crazy? If he earned enough followers, if they were willing to help him... Huh. Maybe he could do it. Maybe he could really start a rebellion. Hell, he already had her considering the idea of actually helping him. How hard would it be for him to convince others to do the same? He had finished talking, and she nodded her head once. "I'm not going to balk at the concept of having to fight for something, especially something that might very well change the future. Danger is my middle name, after all. Anyways, I owe you one. And I'll admit, you've got me interested in your cause. I'd like to see how it all plays out. Not from the sidelines, of course, I'd be helping you." Then, she paused, hesitant. Surely he had noticed how odd she was already; everyone did. Should she try to explain it to him? Might as well let him know what he was getting in to. "See, the thing is, you might not want my help. I'm really quite a pain in the tail, or so I've been told. I've been told I'm not quite right, and I guess I'm not. My mood kind of tends to swing from one to another, often without being provoked, sometimes wildly. Sometimes violently. There's really no telling when it's going to do it, or why. So I might be more of a risk than you're willing to take."She intentionally refrained from telling him that sometimes she created...different forms to go with these moods. Different wolves, different personas, all dubbed Othello but all so very different. It was how she coped with it, how she dealt with being odd. When she didn't feel like herself, it was easier. So much easier than having to acknowledge the fact that she would always be crazy, weird Othello. But she couldn't start thinking about that now, couldn't start thinking about who she really was, because it tended to rip open old wounds. Instead, she moodily stared down at the dirt as she trotted along at his side. "You can tell me to beat it now, if you want. I'll scram, it wouldn't be the first time and I wouldn't take it personally." OoC: This is a really cruddy reply, I'm sorry xD [/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Kyren on Sept 3, 2011 20:08:33 GMT -5
Well, she was strange but at least she wasn’t a coward. She had looked scared then again when the dominor was circling her. Then again she hadn’t been scared of him. It was also possible she had the heart to help but was a lousy fighter. Well, whatever would happen would happen. Even if she didn’t work out, the worst case scenario is that he failed and died. Death. It was a thing he would someday welcome, but not until he had contributed enough to his cause that he could face his family in the realm of the dead and possibly be forgiven. Was there anything after death? It might be better if it just ended, with nothing afterwards. Viper headed towards the forest, to the safety of the tree’s. Once in the tree’s it would be safer to answer any other questions the female might have, and to consider where he wanted to go next.
"See, the thing is, you might not want my help. I'm really quite a pain in the tail, or so I've been told. I've been told I'm not quite right, and I guess I'm not. My mood kind of tends to swing from one to another, often without being provoked, sometimes wildly. Sometimes violently. There's really no telling when it's going to do it, or why. So I might be more of a risk than you're willing to take."
That was something knew he’d never heard. Then again, Viper imagined while he had some rather intense experiences, there was probably a lot of things he had never seen or imagined. Then again, if she was often told she was a pain, it could have influenced how she acted. Again, as with everything else she’d said it didn’t really matter to him. The only thing that mattered to Viper was his cause.
"You can tell me to beat it now, if you want. I'll scram, it wouldn't be the first time and I wouldn't take it personally."
She didn’t appear to be overly shy of admitting her faults, and she seemed to expect that he would most likely ditch her because she wasn’t perfect. At least it meant he wouldn’t have to worry about her whining about how he didn’t treat her well enough or anything.
“You act however you are going to act. You attack me, I’ll attack back. You whine, I’ll probably ignore it. You offer me advice, if its sound I’ll consider it. You leave, then goodbye. You just be whoever you are, that’s what it is to be free isn’t it? Not to have anyone else demanding you to be or act in a way that isn’t you?” For all he wasn’t chasing her out or criticizing her personality, the words still held that gruffness to it, offering no comfort from whatever insanity afflicted her. “My only concern is what I told you about. To take away the sklavin status. As far as personality goes by the way, that’s up to you to change.” A small sigh, and after passing a few tree’s so that he felt their shade cooling him, and offering him a hiding spot from wandering dominor eyes, he stopped to look at her. “I was born with the name Stumble. I was born a sklavin, and the alpha wanted me to ‘know my place’ from the day of birth. The name was a way of trying to remind me I would never manage to do anything right. It worked I imagine for a time, making me hesitant and second guessing myself. Finally I chose to escape. Now, my name is Viper. Those who ignore me, those who don’t keep a sharp eye out will regret it. I chose to change, it was that simple in the end.” Sitting down he turned his head looking over the scars on his legs for a moment. “I don’t particularly care if you change or not, but the ability is there if you want it enough.”
Words of wisdom for her benefit? Mostly a simple matter of telling her a small portion of his past now before she started trying to imagine his past and eventually question him on it. It was out of the way. Not only that, he didn’t think all that highly of her thinking it was impossible to change who she was. It was just another thing to be cowardly of, scared to look into oneself. That’s what he assumed anyway, and Viper had little respect for cowards. Then again, Viper didn’t think all that highly of himself, only the cause. “We can rest here a while, just stay alert.”
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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Sept 3, 2011 20:55:04 GMT -5
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[/color][/right] The one thing Othello wasn't used to was wolves actually talking to her, without insulting her or generally acting as if she were scum. When Viper began to speak, she ignored the ramblings in her head long enough to listen as he lead them into the forest. She stumbled a few times before finally gaining her footing, her face twisted in concentration both on where she was going and what was being said to her. “I don’t particularly care if you change or not, but the ability is there if you want it enough.” For a split second, Othello's facade melted away, revealing the expression of a very, very vulnerbale wolf. It lasted only a moment before she recovered, raising her eyebrows in an expression of mock indignation. Did he truly think that she wanted to be like this? Or perhaps he didn't. Perhaps he just thought she really could stop the mood swings. She certainly could stop with the masks she wore, figuratively speaking, to hide her true self. But the mood swings...was it possible? She was enthralled with the idea, taken by it. If she could make it stop, if she could be normal...She was shaken out of her thoughts as he spoke about resting and staying alert. Nodding, she plopped down quite roughly, ignoring the sting of pain as twigs dug into her thighs and hindquarters. She was no weak, prissy thing who sprang about yelping at the first sign of pain. She had been abused many times by her previous Master, and she was used to the stinging, throbbing feeling in her body. She didn't like it - no, Othello was no sadist, or masochist, or whatever. But she could most certainly stand it, hence her ignoring the small puncture wounds delivered just minutes ago before the pathetic Dominor had fled from the sight of Viper. "You really just don't care, do you?" She asked curiously. She had no censor on her brain, nothing that whispered well maybe you shouldn't say that. Swishing her tail back and forth slowly, almost as if she were consoling herself with the action, keeping herself calm, she glanced around before her eyes settled on the dark brute before her. "I mean, I guess you care about freeing Sklavins. But there has to be something else, doesn't it?"She was prying now, and making no move to conceal it. Slowly she slid down into a laying position, although she kept her head up, alert just as Viper had told her to be. She was not dense; she understood that they were risking quite a bit, her technically being an 'escaped Sklavin', and he for assosciating with her. But Viper didn't seem to care at all, therefore Othello figured that she shouldn't, either. As she awaited an answer from him, her thoughts began to jump around, and she considered them closely before beginning to ramble on again. "I mean, maybe you're one of those wolves who just wants people to think they don't care, while they really do. I knew a wolf like that once." 'Yeah, yourself.' Her thoughts trilled. She ignored them and pressed onwards. "Or maybe you really don't care, but it would be terribly sad if you didn't care about anything or anyone."[/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Kyren on Sept 3, 2011 21:44:49 GMT -5
The look of being vulnerable did not go unnoticed, and it offered what was likely a more realistic look into the females soul. Perhaps she only had multiple persona’s to hide the part of her that was so vulnerable. However, in his typical way, Viper decided it really was of no importance to him.
Viper was careful as he shifted to lay down, taking his time about the simple task. One of his back legs ached after his earlier charge and attack. Othello’s owner certainly wasn’t the cause, it was just that ever since he’d jumped off that cliff he found his body ached at points after exerting himself. So far it didn’t stop him from doing anything, Viper just took it easy when he could to keep the pain minimal.
The way Othello tossed herself down had Viper assuming she was rather tired. He had no clue how long she’d been traveling before he’d taken her away from that cowardly male. Laying his head down he kept his ears up high, listening for any sounds that would suggest a wolf following them, or any other form of threat. The two of them could remain in this area he imagined, occasionally moving in close to Auktion rock to look for other wolves travelling with a sklavin to or from auktion rock.
"You really just don't care, do you? "I mean, I guess you care about freeing Sklavins. But there has to be something else, doesn't it?"
A deep sigh, his eyes looking up to the sky at a drifting cloud, and wondered if he really wanted to bother answering her. Truth was he didn’t feel like thinking about much of anything right now. What else did he care about? Righting past wrongs? Ignoring the voices in his mind that reminded him how he had wronged his family, not listening to his mother, and then his sisters advice when they had urged him to run in the past. They had urged him to not accept life as a sklavin and he had chosen not to listen. They had both died knowing he was a disappointment to them. The reason he cared about nothing, was that if he started to care he’d have to feel the pain of loss and remorse. It was a lot easier to just barricade his feelings and fixing all his sights on this one goal. “Nothing else.” Or he tried to say that, but she was talking again, always talking.
"I mean, maybe you're one of those wolves who just wants people to think they don't care, while they really do. I knew a wolf like that once." "Or maybe you really don't care, but it would be terribly sad if you didn't care about anything or anyone."
“I care about making these wolves that believe in slavery pay for that belief. I care about stopping wolves from having to be sklavins. I care about…” he paused on his list, then snorted, “guess that’s it. If that’s a sad thing to you then well…so be it. The less I care about, the more I can focus on what I do care about.”
Viper sure hoped any other sklavins he got to join them didn’t ask so many questions. What could he expect though? Rescuing sklavins meant rescuing wolves who had dark pasts and many of them might have some type of mental or physical problem. To be honest, she might not be as bad as some. She didn’t whimper or complain or question if what they were doing was right. He might very well run into something like that later on.
“I changed my name when I quit being a sklavin. Tell me Othello, do you wish a new name? Or are you happy with the one you have?” Maybe that would get her off of this discussion regarding what he cared about.
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Sept 3, 2011 22:24:25 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Sept 3, 2011 22:24:25 GMT -5
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[/color][/right] 'So he really doesn't care about much. Huh. Interesting, but then again, what do you care about?'This question that she asked herself stumped Othello. There she was, rambling on about how sad it was that he didn't care about anything, when she couldn't name one thing she cared about. Well, scratch that. She cared about keeping up her little walls, making sure that no one ever scaled them nor tore them down. But that was it. Suddenly feeling very much like a hypocrite, she muttered an apology and laid her head down on her paws, letting a soft sigh fall from her muzzle. She was exhausted; not physically, but emotionally, suddenly fed up with the mood swings. Ironically, the cause of her irritation was another mood swing. It was a vicious, endless circle. While brooding, she thought over what he had said. True, the less one had to worry about, the more they could focus on what they did care about. But Othello's little facades already had all of her focus. The fact that she had nothing else almost... saddened her. But what else would she care about? A mate? As if any brute would ever put up with her long enough to come to care about her. Pups? Ha! And risk passing on her insanity to them? Family? Her mother was dead, her father a bastard, and as for Cassio...she had no idea what had become of her dear brother. No, there was nothing else that she could think of. Unless...unless she threw herself into Viper's cause. Unless she completely devoted herself to helping him. “I changed my name when I quit being a sklavin. Tell me Othello, do you wish a new name? Or are you happy with the one you have?”She glanced up moodily, taking his question into brief consideration. Then, she shook her head slightly. Changing her name would be...overwhelming. Through all the insanity, through all the personas, the one thing that she had always kept had been her true self, her name. She had always been able to reassure herself with a whispered 'you're Othello, you know who you are. You're Othello...' Without that, what did she have? "I think I'd like to keep Othello. Myself. Whatever," she said shortly, before turning her head away. She wasn't upset with him, not at all. More with herself for behaving the way she was. For a long moment silence stretched and then suddenly, click. The switch flicked. She sat up quickly, tilting her head to one side as she turned to look at him. She was still feeling down, but instead of pouting like a pup, she decided to talk through it. There was a very strong possibility that talking was only agitating Viper, but it comforted Othello, helped to slow the way her thoughts raced at top speeds. She had to get it out sometimes, feeling as if she would explode if she didn't. "So, why Viper? What's it mean? I mean, I know what a viper is, but...what's it mean to you?" Once, as a pup, she had stumbled across a little snake while she was playing alone. She had been fascinated, poking and prodding at it until it had bitten her. Then, she had ran straight back to her mother, boasting about the bite. Her mother had been horrified, restless until it was discovered that the snake had not been poisonous or hazardous. Still Othello could remember her mother being so very fearful over the snake, and once more she wondered if this was why Viper had chosen his name. [/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Sept 3, 2011 23:08:37 GMT -5
Post by Kyren on Sept 3, 2011 23:08:37 GMT -5
Silence? Really? After her muttered apology she actually seemed to be done talking. Well, no one can talk forever. Hopefully no one could talk forever at any rate. Oops, she was talking again, answering his question. He could have not asked, but she would have probably found a different subject on her own.
"I think I'd like to keep Othello. Myself. Whatever"
By her hesitating choice of words and the way she turned her head Viper imagined she was embarrassed. Whether that was by choosing not take another name, or lack of confidence, or some other thoughts she had going through her head Viper didn’t know. So let her keep the name, it wasn’t going to change anything regardless what she called herself, right?
Peaceful silence again. Viper let his eyes slide shut. His ears were still pricked for the noise but other than that perhaps he could rest for a while. Later he’d have to decide which land they would go to next. Viper was already firm in his decision not to chance another attack here so soon, it was just a matter of where he would go. For now he just wanted to ignore the world, let his mind lose focus and wait for the sun to sink lower to offer cooler weather and even more shadows to walk about in.
"So, why Viper? What's it mean? I mean, I know what a viper is, but...what's it mean to you?"
She never stopped talking!! Viper opened one eye to peer over at her. “Why are you so curious?” The voice was rather like an irritated grumble. A soft snort, sending a leaf that had been leaning up on his nose to fall to the ground beside him. “There were plenty of sklavins in our pack, and each one was the same as the next in the eyes of the actual pack members. As far as they cared none of us had individual personalities. I tended to be overlook as I never tried to stir anything up. Now, vipers look so similar to their environment that they are also overlooked. Right near you as you pass by, and yet still there. Yet, for all that when any intelligent wolf sees a viper they know to avoid it since their bite is deadly. I thought it was a good enough comparison and anything was better than the name a bastard alpha gave me.” It was all said so calmly, lacking all emotion up till that last bit mentioning the old alpha. At those words a snarl appeared for a moment, eyes narrowing to glare at a random tree ahead of him. The neutral attitude disappearing to show the raw hatred he tended to hide so well within. Several deep breaths before he gave himself a good shake of his head and once again laid it back down.
Closing his eyes again he took another deep breath. “Well, get it out now. What other questions do you have for me? I’ve nothing to hide and you apparently like learning about other wolves.”
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Sept 3, 2011 23:36:48 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Sept 3, 2011 23:36:48 GMT -5
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[/color][/right] "Why are you so curious?"Othello frowned, but before she could reply, he was speaking, answering her question. She listened intently, peering down at him as he spoke. His past seemed to have quite bad, and Othello felt a pant of sympathy, for she understood. Perhaps they didn't come from the same background, but she had been made to believe she was worthless as well. Her nose twitched as she scented the air, satisfied when she only caught the scent of the brute before her and the forest. She was happy that he was answering her questions. As gruff as his voice was, it was comforting. Someone was finally talking to her. “Well, get it out now. What other questions do you have for me? I’ve nothing to hide and you apparently like learning about other wolves."She frowned, suddenly feeling like she should tell him about the snake. So she did. "Once, when I was a puppy, I was bitten by a snake. It wasn't a viper, obviously, or I'd be dead. It wasn't really even poisonous. But my mother, she was so scared. The word 'snake' seemed to terrify her." Then, almost embarrassed, she glanced at him. "I'm sorry. That was redundant, wasn't it? I just thought...well, I don't know what I thought, that's the problem. My thoughts are really all over the place. Like right now, I'm thinking that your reasoning for chosing the name Viper was very well thought and that it's fitting."For just a moment, she was quite. Her tail was swaying back and forth, her paws kneading at the ground nervously. She was trying to comfort herself again, suddenly feeling like she was an idiot, especially around Viper, who was so cool and collected. Then she was talking again, quietly now. "I talk so much, and ask so many questions, because I didn't have a lot of interaction as a pup. They ignored me, you see, shunned me because I was different. They called me things like useless, braindead, idiot, everything. They thought that just because I had a problem that I was...that I was stupid or something." Her brows furrowed, and she kneaded at the dirt a little faster. "My brother would talk to me sometimes, but it was just out of pity. And my mother...but she died, and then I was sold into slavery. And they never talked to me, unless it was to insult me. I think that made it so much worse."So now, I jump at the chance to talk to others. I know I'm really annoying. And I can hush, if you want. I think. Maybe I can try." She laughed softly to herself, glancing up at him. "My thoughts overwhelm me sometimes. I have to get them out. And...it's just nice to hear a voice that isn't insulting me."There. She had come out with it. This was more than she had ever told anyone about her past, and dimly she realized that he probably wouldn't care at all. He would probably tell her to shut up, to please hush and lay down or something similar. But she felt better after having talked for a while, felt better now that he knew why she rambled. [/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Kyren on Sept 4, 2011 0:04:28 GMT -5
Viper informed her she could feel free to ask more questions, so instead she finally quit on the questions and decided to tell him a story about her experience with a snake. Then she had to apologize for the story. Viper found it easy to believe her thoughts were all over the place, in fact he could have figured that out without her stating it. Switching subjects in so many different directions. A slight smirk at the last part, how she liked the name he came up with. Nice to know it made sense to someone else. However he was more hopeful that the other wolf packs would come to know and understand the danger in his name, come to fear his name. It would take a long time to make them fear him, and in the end might prove impossible. No reason not to try, no one else tried and that certainly hadn’t changed anything
Miss. Chatty actually went quiet for a few moments as she apparently got nervous again. Was she worried about what he would think of her talking about her past? So she’d been bit by a snake and been scared, what would wouldn’t be worried? Certainly a pup should be horrified, of course the point of fear was to warn a wolf to be careful around whatever scared it. So she’d ignored logic, gotten bit and only then been scared. Not all that smart, but what pup was smart? Then again there were a number of dumb wolves that didn’t have the excuse of being young. Hell, Viper never claimed to be extremely intelligent himself.
As she continued on talking about her childhood he raised his head to listen, offering at least a mild form of interest. Viper imagined she’d suffered a lot as a pup, regardless of how she described it, more important was watching how she kneaded the ground, how she seemed nervous about expressing these cruel truths of her past. So, she hadn’t been born a sklavin but tossed into the life. What was it like to be born free and then had it stripped from you? Apparently she hadn’t enjoyed life much beforehand either.
"So now, I jump at the chance to talk to others. I know I'm really annoying. And I can hush, if you want. I think. Maybe I can try." "My thoughts overwhelm me sometimes. I have to get them out. And...it's just nice to hear a voice that isn't insulting me."
“I have no desire to constrain you in any form. If talking makes you feel better, then talk. I’m sure you already figured out I’m not the most talkative wolf, nor do I offer to feign excitement or any sense of curiosity to what you say. The only time I intend to tell you not to talk is if I feel there is threat near by.”Maybe if she talked enough she’d eventually relax, quiet her mind, and not feel a need to shift her emotions. They were nice ideas, but unlikely. “Remember, I saved you and offered to let you follow me before I knew anything about you. I never had any expectations of how you talk or act. The only problem we’d have is if you attack me, and only then will I bother having an opinion to your action.”
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Sept 4, 2011 0:27:07 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Sept 4, 2011 0:27:07 GMT -5
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[/color][/right] Othello hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until she released it. She had been nervous, almost expecting him to laugh at her obvious insecurity. In that moment, he had come closer than anyone else ever had to seeing what Othello was really like. 'Close, but not quite. No one sees you. No one.' It was hard to resist the urge to nod to herself, but she managed, not wanting to look crazier than she already seemed. She let out another soft sigh, trying hard to quiet herself for a moment. Even if it was a short moment, she assumed that Viper might want relief from her ever babbling voice. Funny, he had told her to speak if talking made her feel better, but at the moment she was completely silent. “Remember, I saved you and offered to let you follow me before I knew anything about you. I never had any expectations of how you talk or act. The only problem we’d have is if you attack me, and only then will I bother having an opinion to your action.”She laughed at that, a gleeful noise that was light and cheery, something similar to the pealing of bells. Then, realizing that her laugh might have possibly offended him, she offered up a small smile and finally, once again, words. "Attack you? I'd be a fool!"She conjured up an image in her head of her tiny cinnamon frame barrelling at the dark, scarred brute. Of him flattening her easily, with one paw even! Of course, she knew if she really did attack him, it wouldn't happen like that. She was swift and determined, as she had discovered when she had been provoked by other Sklavins during her time as a Slave. But she felt that no matter how determined she was, she would not be able to stop Viper. And what would he do if she did attack him? Kill her? Or simply treat her like a misinformed pup? No, she could never see herself lunging at him, unless he truly did something that set her off into one of her viscious moods. Even then, she would think twice before lunging at him. "Something about you seems edgy, fierce," she said, looking him over curiously for perhaps the millionth time. It was as if she were trying to commit his form to memory, trying to ensure that she got every detail. "Maybe it's what your fighting for that makes you seem so...so baleful. I'm not frightened of you, but that doesn't mean I'd be a downright idiot and attack you. I think you'd be able to hold your own. Especially against me."Suddenly her mind was traveling back to her childhood once more. There would be a rare time when Cassio would wrestle her, when she almost seemed normal. He always beat her, but that didn't stop her from trying. She had been a fierce little thing, still was, deep down inside. In the beginning when she had been sold to a Dominor, she had fought. And when the Sklavins provoked her, sometimes she fought as well. Even when she knew odds were against her, foolishly, she had fought. Eventually she had learned that perhaps this was not the smartest thing for her to do. She learned how to pick her battles. But now that she was fighting alongside Viper, would she once more have to fight, even when she knew the odds were against her? Yes.She had allowed her mind to wander off again. Looking back to him, she tilted her head just slightly. "Did you have any siblings?"[/size][/color][/blockquote]
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