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Apr 2, 2012 21:03:51 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Apr 2, 2012 21:03:51 GMT -5
KAZOU [/color][/font][/right] The night sky was bloated with stars, thick with the scent of rain. It had been not but half an hour since the storm had passed, and a mighty storm it had been, roaring to the heavens and spilling it's tears onto the earth below. The moon was hidden behind a thick layer of clouds, and the ground was damp, overwhelmed by the intense shower that the clouds had unleashed. Shadows stretched ominously, reaching to consume anything and everything that they could. The only sound that could clearly be heard was the leaves rustling gently as the trees swayed, a strong wind pirouetting through the land.
Nearly as silent as the night itself, a well-formed body slipped past the shadows, easily picking it's way across the damp ground. The wolf, for that was what the body belonged to, quickly moved onto the winding path that crept upwards, leading to the rock formation that proudly jutted forth. The path beneath his feet was practically mud, and for a brief moment, the wolf glanced down, half expecting the sticky substance clinging to his legs to be crimson instead of brown. But then he shook his head, amber-gold eyes half-lidded as he looked forward. It was not blood that clung to him; it was mud. He told himself this several times before his thoughts wandered to other things. It was late, that much he knew, but how late, he was not sure. In just a few hours, the sun would be peaking over the horizon, and yet still, he had not slept. It was during the day that he curled into a safe space, allowing himself a moments rest. But rest was difficult for him. He was constantly plagued by the need to glance over his shoulder, to watch his back. He could never truly rest, not as long as he--
"Kazou..?"
He turned, his lips stretching to reveal off-white teeth as his eyes flashed with rage. He half expected to find Suki stumbling behind him, begging him to come home, but all that stirred were leaves dancing in the breeze. Slowly, his lips covered his teeth again, and with a soft growl, he turned back forwards. Onwards he trotted, higher and higher, closer and closer until he reached his destination. The land flattened out, and he found himself standing upon Hangen Mesa. The wind ruffled his thick, multi-colored fur as he prowled forward, stopping only once his toes nearly hung over the edge of the rock. Then, taking a deep breath, he looked out over the forest that stretched blow.
Any other wolf might gasp, stunned by the beauty of the trees, tickled by the owl that soared high above, satisfied with the way the horizon seemed to stretch on forever. But these things were trivial and pointless to Kazuo. Beautiful things did not matter to him, for they had no significance. The beloved Goddess, Eperna, could make the world as gorgeous as she pleased, but never again would it strike Kazuo's fancy. It was a world that was destined to die, for everything did, and beauty faded. Nothing lasted forever, nothing at all, not even the Gods themselves, in Kazuo's opinion. He had heard whispers that they had been seen before, the Gods and Goddesses. That they had granted favors and miracles, that they had worked magic and blessed wolves more fortunate that himself. After he had been attacked and left for dead, his mother had cried that the Gods had spared his life. Did he blindly believe such nonsense? To say no felt dangerous, and if the Gods were listening to his thoughts and would strike him down where he stood. But to say yes was foolish, for he himself had no solid proof. So he settled on being a neutral party. For the time being.
Once more his thoughts were taken back to Suki, the female he'd been delusioned into thinking he had loved. He had even been foolish enough to take her as his mate. He snorted. Ha. To fall in love was to take a reckless risk, one that you often died for. And while everyone died, why do so easily? Why throw in the towel? Love was, in short, two delusional people who were so pathetically afraid of solitude that they attached themselves to another lifeform, spouting nonsensical, vomit-worthy words filled with as much fake adoration as they could muster. They then proceeded to feed off of each other like leeches, sucking all sense from each other until the meaningless day that they died. Like a butterfly sucking nectar from a flower. And before they dropped dead, they produced pups, who carried on the vicious cycle. Better to focus on yourself; then you had no rivals, no troubles. Besides, all the opposite sex was good for, in his honest opinion, was producing offspring - which he would never do, but it was necessary to avoid extinction. And the same went for females, as well, for Kazuo was no sexist. All that males were good for, when it came to females, was impregnating them with the next generation. They used each other, plain and simple. And that was how it should be, for what was wrong with that? Focus on the necessities, which was population. Not the wants, like love, which was useless and for the weak, simple-minded ones. He couldn't understand how anyone would want that in the first place. He'd been so convinced that he'd loved Suki. He'd known her literally all of his life, but oh, so easily he had killed her. People were constantly falling out of love with the flip of tail, simply because of a wrong-doing, or boredom. If love did exist, one would not be able to fall out of it. Kazuo didn't believe that if such a strong feeling ever touched you, that it would go away. But lo and behold, wolves jumped from one mate to the next, claiming that they loved each one dearly and then, a few years down the road, they moved on. Whether due to a death or a mistake, they were constantly stumbling along until they reached another desperate soul who wanted a companion. After all, misery loved company.
Kazuo stood there for quite some time, his amber-gold eyes flickering, reflecting the deep thoughts running through his scarred, damanged skull. Aside from the rise and fall of his muscled chest, the twitching of his ears, and the blinking of his eyes, he was still. His back was to the path, but he was not to be taken by surprise ever again; he was constantly listening, calculating, watching. From his place he could see the beginning of the path that lead to the top of the formation. Of course, had another wolf slid onto the path not far behind him, he would not see them now. He was not concerned.
He had come this far, after all.
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Apr 6, 2012 14:37:51 GMT -5
Post by Dakki on Apr 6, 2012 14:37:51 GMT -5
Othello The storm had been a wicked one, tearing trees from their roots and destroying life all around. Dead tress, dead leaves, dead dead dead. Death came so easily, so quickly. Before you can scream life has sucked your last breath away and you lie on the cold earth, turning to the dust that you once walked over. It was the cycle that control all of the world, life and death. One simply could not be without the other. Even the seasons displayed this cycle, winter coming in and killing just to have spring bring it back again. So why waste your only life on something to pointless? Why strive for something so hard, only to have it taken away by the chilling touch of winter. A femme wolf snorted, rolling her eyes at these thoughts. She tried so hard to hide who she really was, cover up who she truly was. But she was going to die some day, right? So why fight who she really was? She shook her head then, standing up and shaking the leaves from her coat. No, she promised never to display that ever again. It only brought pain to her and those around her. She would continue to hide herself behind her masks, even if it killed her. She would protect herself, even if it was slowly killing her true self. Let that happen, let her live from mask to mask. Who cared after all? Certainly not her.
If Othello could not care for herself, then no one else could. That is how it should be, it kept her safe. It kept her high above everyone else - untouchable. Sighing, the cinnamon coloured wolf carefully stepped outside of the nest she made. It protected her nicely from the storm, she had been caught on top of the Mesa when it happened. She was glad that she had made it in advance, this was one of her favorite places to be. She could watch others walk by, living there lives in a way only they knew. It also gave her a warning when anyone was coming up here so she could go and hide. She had no desire to communicate with others right now, spending the past month up here. She was a sklavin, she needed to hide from those who wished to claim her. This way she had some sort of notice.
Kicking at a pine cone at her paws, she followed it with her eyes as it bounced towards the drop off. That is when she realized that she was no longer alone. Blinking several times, she focused on the wolf mere feet away from her. How could she not have seen him before? Stupid, stupid, stupid! Fear pounded in her chest, and she sifted through herself to pull on a facade. She decided to just play it cool, innocent. Yes, innocent worked. Focusing on the brute, she realized why she hadn't seen him before. He stood still, almost completely immobile. If one was not looking, they could have easily mistaken the wolf for a large rock or a small tree. Something like that. The shadows were deep after the storm, and the ground was wet. The only thing she could smell was water and mud. Go figure...
"Hello?" she called, holding her ground. Her stance was neutral, her head tilted at a curious angle. She blinked into the darkness, scanning the horizon to see that black was beginning to fade into a deep blue. Sunrise would follow. How long had this male been standing there, right at the edge of the cliff. A thought scrambled into her mind then, what if he was thinking of jumping? Her eyes grew wide suddenly as she took a few tentative steps towards him. "You're not going to jump, are you?" she asked, her voice high pitched and squeaky with fear. She could just see it now, watching him jump and fly in the air for a few moments, before he began his decent. Then, bang bang bang splat crunch. Othello winced, shaking her head to clear that image from her mind. The skinny femme took a few more steps, whining softly. Please say he wasn't going to jump...
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Apr 6, 2012 15:08:31 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Apr 6, 2012 15:08:31 GMT -5
KAZOU [/color][/font][/right] For the longest time, Kazuo stood still. He had nowhere to be, no one to see, and his thought process was pleasantly deep. Perhaps he appeared normal, shallow even, on the surface. But if one dared to venture into the vast ocean that was his mind, they would find that it was deep, treacherous, and wild. His thoughts were uncontrollable, unmanageable, and they leapt from one subject to another, screaming their opinions, never worried about who might hear. When Kazou opened his mouth, it was only after he had truly considered something, after he had mulled it over in his mind until it was a beaten subject, worn and familiar. Only then would he spill his thoughts, for it would not do for him to appear incompetent and uninformed. If there was one thing in the world that really, truly bothered Kazou, it was stupidity. The mind was such a complex place, so vast that even he could not understand it, and for that type of knowledge was to be wasted. For any whole wolf, one without mental deformities, could reach the deep recesses of their minds. If only they tried.
Suddenly, from his left, there came a soft voice, calling to him. He whirled, for the voice was clearly feminine, and his lips twitched. He was tired of being plagued by memories of Suki, his mother..he was tired of hearing their voices in his mind, critizing him, pleading with him, sometimes even threatening. He was fully prepared to snarl and rage at whichever apparation had come to him this time, but to his immense surprise, it was neither the plain fur of Suki, nor the familiar face of his mother. A cinnamon colored goddess stood before him, peering at him with curious eyes. She was much more extravagant than his previous mate, and had he been a normal creature, he might have been immensely attracted to her blazing coat and deep eyes, for there was meaning behind them, of that he was sure. But instead of relaxing and fawning over her, he stared at her dauntlessly, keeping his distance.
"You're not going to jump, are you?"
She sounded nervous when she spoke, her voice similar to a squeak, and Kazou's ears flickered back against his skull. Jumping? He snorted, the sound abrupt, and peered down at the ground below him. Why would he fling himself from where he stood? Why would he end his life when he was so very useful when it came to survival? He felt annoyance at her for even suggesting it, but then he recalled that she knew nothing about him - nothing at all. How was she to know that he was not some insane fiend, desperate to splatter his brains on the hard ground below? Even though the rain had softened the earth, it would not break his fall, not from this height. And how many wolves had flung themselves from this point before? How many, so pathetic and selfish, had moved on into another realm? Or were they brave for taking the jump, brave for plunging forward to discover if there was life after death? He would have to ponder that later. For now, she was awaiting his answer.
Slowly, he took a step away, and then he watched her. He observed her posture, her body language, for Kazou knew that females were not to be underestimated. They could cause just as much damage as any brute, and to doubt that was to hand your lives to them. She appeared genuinely concerned about his mental stability, and there was an innocent look about her, but still he did not relent. He was deeply suspicious of others; it was his nature to expect the worst of them, and that had saved his hide many times over the years that had passed. He cleared his throat, as it had been some time since he had spoken to another. He could not remember the last conversation, in fact. Had it been when he had laughed wildly at a young brute's attempts to intimidate him, warning him quite clearly that guilt would not riddle him if Kazou tore the stranger's throat out? Was it when he had explained to quite a large gathering of wolves who would have ripped him to shreds that he was simply passing? He had not begged, no, but Kazou chose his battles wisely. And he was not above fighting dirty. Why would he fight fair when his goal was to destroy his enemy? Ah, his mind was so overactive on this night.
"Jump?" He repeated, his voice low, deliberate, each word carefully calculated. "Whyever would I do something so foolish?"
He stared at her then, as if he was truly expecting her to answer. As if she knew him. The thought made him laugh, the sound harsh and quick, almost humorless. Then, he angled his body towards her, but still he did not move towards her.
"Have you seen many unhinged wolves in your lifetime, then?"
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Apr 6, 2012 15:39:47 GMT -5
Post by Dakki on Apr 6, 2012 15:39:47 GMT -5
Othello The wolf moved so quickly when she spoke that she was nearly startled. He moved so quickly after being still for so long, two opposite movements happening in a blink of an eye. He appeared to be angry - almost - but said nothing. He just seemed... surprised. Well, it was rather late, er, early, and he probably did not expect anyone to be up here at this hour. He must have been rather deep in thought, because she did kick a pine cone in his general direction. She had done that, been so absorbed in her own thoughts that she did not comprehend the world around her. She was in the save and ever amusing recesses of her mind, something that she could only understand. No one would ever be able to take a stab at what was going on in her pretty little noggin. Thoughts flitted like one winged birds, no direction and more of a falling than flying. She shook away her thoughts, looking at the one before her. They both seemed to be glancing at each other, not speaking since she had extended a greeting. He was looking at her, and she shifted a bit beneath her gaze. He seemed to be staring right into her, trying to figure out what made her tick. She felt studied, and cleared her throat softly.
She asked if he was going to jump, end his life with a splat. All she got was pinned ears and a snort. Well, it was a silly question to ask. But she had seen it before, she had wanted to at one point in her life. End this crazy life. But what was the point in that? It wasn't brave, it was stupid. Life was a gift, something only given once. Why waste it when there was so many things she had yet to do? Many considered her crazy, insane even. There was no denying it, it was the truth. She was truly insane, but that was fine. It was who she was, and she had mulled over it many times. It was the way she was born, and to hell with all the people who wanted to change her. She paused then, didn't that mean that she just wished herself to hell? She changed herself all the time. That was out of protection though, she needed to hide this from everyone. Yes... crazy she might be, but she wasn't an idiot.
The brute cleared his throat, bringing her full attention to him again. How long had they been standing here, just looking at each other? True, she delved into her thoughts a little, but she had done so looking at the muticoloured male. He was still looking at her as well, but no words had been spoken yet. She opened her maw to say something, but he positioned his body towards her and spoke himself. Each word was drawn out as if each had been mulled over before passing his lips. That is how it should be, she thought at least. Why speak words that held no meaning? At his question she rose an eyebrow, thinking well over his question. With another glance he didn't seem to be the type to foolishly end his life. He seemed to be a calculating sort, pondering every little thing. He didn't look aggressive or depressed, nor was he an open book. "I do not know why someone would so foolishly end their life, but seeing you standing so close to the edge and so still scared me. It seemed if you were mulling over something rather serious, and I was worried it was whether or not to jump," Satisfied with her answer, Othello nodded her head as if to agree with her own words.
"Have you seen many unhinged wolves in your lifetime, then?"
Othello's laugh that followed those words were short and surprised. "You cannot begin to understand the understatement of your words," 'Me included,' she added, although she would never admit to that. "You cannot tell me that in your life time you have not come upon one wolf who had seemed out of sorts? There are many of them out there," she said with a sad smile. The world they lived in was fallen, darkness covering the once light world. That darkness found their way into a few souls, a bit in her own. That is what made her so insane.
Othello's gaze was piercing as she looked at the brute again, her body slightly tense. She didn't know if she could trust him yet, she knew nothing about him. She was comfortable with this gap between them and was thankful that the male didn't make a move to cover it. "Name's Othello," she said, waiting for the laughter that usually followed. Yes, a males name. But it was no fault of hers.
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Apr 6, 2012 16:06:19 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Apr 6, 2012 16:06:19 GMT -5
KAZOU [/color][/font][/right] "I do not know why someone would so foolishly end their life, but seeing you standing so close to the edge and so still scared me. It seemed if you were mulling over something rather serious, and I was worried it was whether or not to jump,"
Yes, well, Kazou supposed he could see how she would come to that conclusion. He had been standing rather close to the edge, closer than another might venture. But it was nothing compared to how he had been as a pup. Kazou had loved to take risks, such as venturing too close to a raging river, or stalking after lumbering bears in the woods. Suki had used to shy away from these encounters, confused as to why Kazou so openly risked his life. He had been young and carefree. After his accident, however, he had changed. Occasionaly he would dare to hunt a proud stag, or in this occasion, would stand rather close to the edge of a cliff. Yet he was not overly careless with his life, for what was the good in getting himself killed? He was certain that one day, someone would come along who was stronger and more clever than he, and they would end his life. Until then, however, Kazou intended to take down whatever stood in his path, and to do so mercilessly and guiltlessly.
"You cannot begin to understand the understatement of your words. You cannot tell me that in your life time you have not come upon one wolf who had seemed out of sorts? There are many of them out there."
Kazou grinned, his lips stretching, perhaps just a bit too far. Did that hint to her that he himself was not quite right? From where she stood, he knew she was not able to see his scarred skull, but what would she think when she did? Would she believe that he was deficient? Well, perhaps she would be right, he thought, and this amused him endlessly. He had to force the grin from his face, struggling to surpress a chuckle. Aside from himself, he knew indeed that he had met two unhinged wolves in his lifetime, and two alone. One had been his father, the wolf who had attacked his son, nearly ending his life, before he had fled. At the time, Kazou had not understood why this had happened. But now, when he reflected on the memory, and the signs that he had missed, he knew. His father had stuttered and stumbled around nervously. It was almost as if he were frightened of Kazou. Why, Kazou would never understand. Yet it was certainly fear that he had seen in his father's behavior. Perhaps his mind had been wittled and worn down to so little that it had finally snapped.
"Yes, well, I can't say that I haven't seen a few," he admitted, remembering the second. It had been before his injury, when Kazou was nearing seven months of age. One of the wolves in his small pack had begun to behave strangely, frothing at the mouth and spouting nonsense about seeing some etehereal being. He could cry out in what he thought was rapture but what the others saw as insanity, while blabbering on and on, claiming that the other members of the pack simply had to see the invisible being that his derranged eyes focused on. One day, Kazou did not see the wolf when he awoke. And never again did he, for he later came to understand that the crazed creature had been killed. It was for he best, he supposed.
"I wonder sometimes," he said to the stranger, and his voice was detatched yet curious, as if he did not truly care yet he spoke for lack of anything else to do. "If the derranged are simply weak and should be eliminated, or if they can not be blamed and should be left alone."
Would that get a rise out of her? He was uncertain. He looked to the stars that twinkled above him, yet from the corner of his eye, he watched her, her golden eyes narrowed and glittering almost as fiercely as her own. She had spirit, that much was obvious by her gaze and her speech. But there was something about her, something that made him want to see just how far he could push her until she cracked, for he had a feeling that underneath what she appeared to be, there was more. Of course, he could have been wrong. He could have been overanalyzing, and maybe she was just a boring, ordinary wolf. Yet he would have bet anything against that. She did not have the plain, lifeless look of the others.
She introduced herself then, as Othello. The name was distinctly masculine, but Kazou did not find this amusing. Instead he nodded. "Othello," he repeated. "A strong name. Do you serve it justice?"
Then, after a short pause, his cold eyes found hers again as he turned his head in her direction. "Kazou," he said, assuming that she would understand that this was his name. Surely she would.
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Post by Dakki on Apr 6, 2012 16:45:25 GMT -5
Othello Once again Othello was not answered right away, and she found her seat on the soft ground as she waited. She had patience, he seemed to like to weigh his words as well as hers. She liked that. Some did not seem to understand just how heavy words could be. They seemed simple, they flowed from the lips without thought, without being forced. But they could not be taken back once said. Once words were spoken there was no way to take them back. Sure, you could be sorry and feel sorry for what you said, but they could not be sucked back into your mouth. They were done, finished as soon as they left one's mouth.
She was startled back to reality when the brute before her grinned, the smile stretching from almost ear to ear. It was a bit manic, and her returned smile was a closed mouth, tight lip kind of smile. She was rather confused at what he was smiling at. Was it her words? Thinking back over them, she had said nothing out of the ordinary. Well at least to her own mind. She glanced curiously at the male out of the corner of her eye, who knew what went on inside his head. Then she turned full on, her gaze openly studying him. Othello watched as his lips twitched, telling her that he was holding back laughter. What was so funny? Was she missing something? Did she have something on her face? The cinnamon coloured wolf looked around herself, trying to see if something was out of sorts. When she saw nothing, confusion swirled in her eyes.
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