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May 24, 2013 3:05:06 GMT -5
Post by ¿℟ᵿҝɸ on May 24, 2013 3:05:06 GMT -5
--! F A N E
Y O U'RE SICK, SICK A S A L L T H E SECRETS THAT YOU DENY SINS LIKE SKELETONS ARE SO VERY HARD TO HIDE
A massive dark figure stumbled across the dry earth with uneven steps. One grey paw after another he pushed forward, his expression twisted into a pain filled snarl. The path he walked was staggered, marked in red paint. It oozed from underneath several sections in his thickly layered coat, and slid off onto the ground below. The largest source was located somewhere between his neck and right shoulder, further slowing his already snail pace shambling to a crawl. He'd been through worse, he kept repeating to himself, fighting back the shadowy eclipse lingering on the outer edges of his vision. The truth was, Fane knew he was in trouble.
It all started out as a normal enough day for him. He'd been wandering through a nearby sparsely wooded area, when all of the sudden a group of three, or four, he couldn't remember, fairly large wolves jumped out of nowhere and surrounded him. At first he was mildly surprised, as most folk wouldn't ever instigate anything with a wolf that looked as intimidating as him. His bulky figure combined with his sheer size deterred most challenges, but Fane assumed there were always exceptions. One of the wolves said something about Fane killing his brother and mother, but the details were getting a bit fuzzy in his mind. However, he did remember the fight that started shortly after, even if it was only snippets.
Usually he would have loved the idea of anyone being cocky enough to challenge him, but he wasn't in the best condition right then to begin with. A while back in a forest near what he assumed to be the Falls area a charred tree decided to lose a branch right as he was walking near it. Needless to say it wasn't his luckiest hour, but he did get away with only a few broken ribs. He had been trying to lay low while he was recovering, but evidently he got sloppy and some peeved gang of canines had found him. During the fight he vaguely remembered killing two of his assailants, and he guessed the others must have ran off somewhere, not wanting to meet the same fate as their companions. This left Fane in his current state, disoriented by blood loss and pain, wandering.
He was a resilient one, having limped probably twenty or so minutes and bleeding all the while, but even he had his limits. He could feel the shadows closing in on his consciousness causing more and more of the drab tan world in front of him to shift grey. Eventually his body gave up on him and his dark figure plummeted to the earth in a heap of exhaustion. Blood slowly pooled in the fissures beneath him, filling those veins instead of his own. The once red ribbons were the last thing he saw before it all went dark.
"So this is how it ends..."
OOC;; ok post. Its late and I wanted to get it done before work tomorrow. blurblurblur.
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May 24, 2013 22:36:18 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on May 24, 2013 22:36:18 GMT -5
SINEAD sweet dreams are made of this The sun hung over Einheit like a bothersome fly, radiating heat as if it were still summer. While the days had began to cool, and nights felt like heaven, the heat was enough to drive Sinead towards the only stream that flowed through Einheit. Shaking loose dirt from her multi-colored pelt as she stepped away from the shade of the dens, she blinked up at the sky before starting off at a brisk trot. The hard, cracked dirt was warm against her pawpads, and somewhere in the distance, a crow squalled. It had been so quiet in Einheit. Ever since Sayang's brief visit, Sinead had ruled on her own with little to no company. Perhaps it was because of the fire, or because of rumors that surrounded Einheit. Either way, Sinead was determined to expand her pack, and quickly. A small pack was a vulnerable pack, and as it was, hers was quite small indeed. Snorting indignantly, the she-wolf picked up her pace to a run, tail raised confidently while her eyes scanned. While others may have thought of Einheit as a wasteland, Sinead knew better. The lack of game and weather conditions would harden any wolf, if they could withstand it. And if not...well, it was better that way. Sinead drove a hard pack, as much as others seemed to think otherwise. The stream was on the horizon, just a short distance away, when she spotted something off to the side. A large, dark shape laid motionless beneath the blazing sun, giving Sinead the impression that whatever it was, it was either dead or dying. Her body alert, Einheit's queen altered her path just slightly, swinging towards the strange shape. As she grew closer, it dawned on her that it was not simply some prey that had wandered into the resourceless land; it was a wolf. He was massive, the scent of him fresh. He has only been here a short time, she thought, taking note of his motionless frame and shallow breathing. His dark body was riddled with open wounds, and Sinead knew that he needed help, quickly. She could either put him out of his misery, or she could attempt to nurse him back to health, for the pure sake of curiousity. And perhaps just a tad bit of compassion. Moving closer, she prodded him sharply with her nose, hoping that he would not be too far gone to respond. "You need to get up," she muttered firmly, her head dipped close so that her muzzle brushed against his ear. There was no way that she could drag the huge brute, but if she could just get him to walk a few paces to the water, maybe she could save him. "I can help you," she said, louder this time. "But you have to get to the stream. It's not far now. Come on, up you go."She nudged him again, harder this time. If he would not budge, surely he would die here from either his wounds or the heat. He would make a considerable meal for the crows, Sinead thought, considering his size as she continued to push and prod at him, blue-green eyes flickering fiercely. Yet she didn't intend on leaving him to the scavengers. Not today.
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Dec 22, 2013 2:14:46 GMT -5
Post by ¿℟ᵿҝɸ on Dec 22, 2013 2:14:46 GMT -5
--! F A N E He could never escape them. Those winged creatures with their beady eyes and looming shapes colored like oil dogged him relentlessly. He was treated as their harbinger and they the recipients of some morbid feast. Although there was never enough to accurately reproduce the same ominous fear created by Hitchcock, the few that did continuously follow him always got on his nerves. They would caw and chortle as he traveled along in silence, disturbing his peace and causing him to grit his teeth in irritation. It seemed his death would be no different as their calls were all he could hear during his bouts of consciousness.
Suddenly Fane felt a slightly irritating sensation near his ear. “Damn birds can’t even let me die in peace”, he thought to himself as a weak snarl escaped though his clenched jaws. A few moments later he was jabbed rather intently by what he thought was the snout of another canine, but he couldn’t be sure. “I…help you…” Wait, since when did birds start talking? He must really be losing it. “… you … the stream.” That definitely was someone talking. As he groggily opened his eyes his blurry vision started to focus on the dark shape in front of him. His knee-jerk reaction was to bare his bloodied teeth, tuck his ears back, and growl as fiercely as his weakened state would allow. “It's not far now. Come on, up you go." He was awake enough now to comprehend her immediate helpful intentions and his outward expression slowly reverted back to normal. Who was he to question this mysterious feminine voice and accompanying lupine form? He doubted if she was even real, but hell, as long as she wasn’t actually some giant crow-beast, what did he have to lose by following her instructions? That is, if he could actually manage to stand.
Even rolling over to position his body upright was a slow and painful ordeal. He gritted his teeth as a few half-dried gashes reopened during his first attempt. If finding the energy to move even this much was sapping his vision, he wasn’t even sure he could get up. He placed one of his front paws flat against the earth, watching as red stripes slid down from, what he guessed, a freshly opened gash on his shoulder due to the applied pressure. Gingerly he raised his front off the ground, faltering and fighting darkness the entire time. It felt like an eternity, and Fane was only half way to standing. Luckily the second part wasn’t nearly as challenging as the first. He still winced and growled in pain, but never lost balance completely.
As his blood soaked form finally stood upright, he saw the river his would-be savior mentioned. He’d made it this far, so there was no way Fane was giving up now. Each step was excruciating. Waves of agony surged through him. He could feel each muscular contraction as he walked, shifting his weight awkwardly away from his more damaged right half. Occasionally he would have to stop and catch his breath, which came ragged and shallow. And yet, the more he struggled, the more he regained his will to live. In his current state, he almost enjoyed teetering between death and consciousness. Every inch of his being screamed out against continuing on, but somewhere within the recess of his mind was some base primal desire to just… exist.
His rhythmic shambling pace stopped when Fane realized he had reached the stream. His short path there was marked with splashes of blood which culminated where he now stood. Collapsing on the muddy bank he drank as vigorously as his body would allow before he gradually slipped back to sleep.
----- (( IDK FILL WITH WHATEVER TIME STUFF YOU WANNA DO. HE SLEEPIN. FEEL FREE TO MAKE UP STUFF HE DID OR WHATEVER YOU WANT. FREE TIME ))----
When Fane next awoke, he was disoriented, to say the least. Not sure if the canine shape that lead him to the stream really existed, he was rather surprised when he saw the similar shape, now positive it was for sure a wolf, still around. He gruffly spoke, unsure just how to go about this moment, especially since he still wasn’t completely awake. “Well…. Hello.” He paused. “I don’t suppose… you know where I am?”
OOC;; This took too long. BLURBLUR. Work too much. Hope it works!
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Jan 22, 2014 13:20:38 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jan 22, 2014 13:20:38 GMT -5
SINEAD For a long, agonizing moment, Sinead was almost sure that he was gone. He did not move, did not stir at all, undeterred by her insistent poking and prodding. She stood stock still, wavering, trying to decide what to do with the body of the massive brute if he truly did die here. And then, miraculously, he opened his bright eyes.
A sigh of relief slid from her muzzle; she did not know him at all, did not even know his name, but there would have been something so disturbing if she'd had to see him die before her very eyes. He was moving slowly, struggling to get to his feet, each movement sending rivulets of blood spiraling down his legs to stain the dirt beneath him. Einheit had seen blood before; the hard packed sand was bloated with it, stained from its last few frightful dominors. Sinead was not quite on the same level of cruelty as they had been; she was selfish sometimes, cruel when she needed to be, and as bratty and queenish as she damn well pleased...but she had not spilled blood here. Not yet.
Pityingly, she watched him. She could not help him stand; he would have to do that on his own. He certainly outweighed her, and besides, he was so riddled with cuts and gashes that she was afraid her touch would hinder instead of help. Instead, she walked slowly beside him, taking tiny steps to keep up with him as he finally found his feet and stumbled towards the stream. Awkwardly, she murmured little words and comments of encouragement, despite how silly this made her feel. She was an alpha, chocked full of pride and scorn. She was not used to whispering comfort, and she could only hope that he was so out of it that he would not remember her moment of melancholy.
"So close," she muttered, almost to herself, as she glanced up once more and caught sight of the water. Ten steps, maybe fifteen, and he would be there. Then she could tend to him properly, like her mother had long ago taught her to do. Sinead was no gentle healer like her ma had been, but she had learned a thing or two. Maybe, just maybe, she could keep him alive.
Time dragged slowly, so slowly, yet the brute somehow made it. The moment his paws touched the water, he drank deeply, and then promptly collapsed. After ensuring that his chest still rose and fell with the promise of breath, Sinead got to work. Her paws squelched loudly in the mud as she trotted off down the bank, scanning the weeds and plants that grew half in the water, half out. She did not have to go far to find what she was looking for; a scrawny, weedy looking plant, but it would surely do the trick. She grabbed it firmly at the bottom, ripping the roots from the dirt as she pivoted and hurried back to where the dark brute laid motionless, completely gone from her, caught somewhere between dreams and a haze of pain. She laid the plant down on the bank, and then set to work cleaning his wounds, alternating between cupping water in her wide tongue to drip onto his cuts, and gently licking the places where water would not reach, or where the wounds were deeper. Dried blood still washed from his fur in large quantities, but finally, finally, the bleeding slowed. No longer as concerned with him bleeding out, Sinead scooped the scrawny weed back into her mouth, chewed it finely despite the bitter taste, and began spreading it as tenderly as she could onto his wounds. It was difficult for her to pack the deeper ones, and several times she grew frustrated trying to stuff the puncture wounds with the sticky plant residue, but eventually she managed and her work was done.
Sighing, she sat back on her haunches a short distance away from him, observing her work. It was nowhere near as neat and tidy as her mother managed, but somehow, she had done it. "Maybe now you'll live," she said, fully aware that he could not hear her but not caring the least. And now, we wait.
It did not take him long to come to, to Sinead's surprise. She had nearly expected to wait hours for him, but before she knew it, he was stirring and opening his eyes again. Confusion was etched in the contours of his face as he looked around, finally settling on her. Grimly, she smiled.
“Well…. Hello. I don’t suppose… you know where I am?”
Sinead paused for a moment, relishing his deep voice, listening to the tones and lilts before committing it to her memory as she did with every stranger she met. "Of course I do," she answered after a moment, pinning him with her gaze. "You're in Einheit. You stumbled in here a while ago, nearly dead, and I found you. Luckily."
Her smile was less grim now, but only slightly. He was still injured, she reminded herself, still weak.
"My name is Sinead. I'm the alpha here." She made sure to keep her voice neutral as she said this, to ensure that he did not think she was upset to find him in her territory. It was obvious that he hadn't been aware of where he had wandered, and as snippy as Sinead could be, she hadn't the heart to berate him when he was so severely disoriented.
"What's your name? And what the hell happened to you?"
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