|
Jan 22, 2014 19:43:53 GMT -5
Post by Rascal on Jan 22, 2014 19:43:53 GMT -5
GABRIEL The sun scorched his dark fur, making him steam from the water that had rested on his pelt after swimming painfully through a river back into the Irrsin territory. For many moons he struggled to gain entrance back. After venturing too far when he was checking a trap he had made when Kasimira came to find him, he was suddenly attacked and taken by other wolves. Gabriel never fought so hard in his life before. Day in and out he was tormented, tortured and beaten. Still, his snarky attitude, his new pride that filtered through him never let him falter in his desperate need to get away and back home to his pack. He was weakened, his fur patchy, some lost on his back feet and front paws. New scars were all over his muzzle, feet and stomach. His fur was lacking along his stomach after being ripped at. Gabriel literally looked to be a mess. His ears held more knicks, his coat a duller black and dusted, mated and just a brown color in general. His paws were nothing but skin. No fur was even on them, his front claws missing from being chewed off. Still, the determination in his eyes, made him continue. They were still the hard vibrant amber color. He stumbled a bit over the bank, struggling to walk. He panted hard, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle. He couldn’t hold his stance any longer. His voice screamed a howl, calling for help. He prayed that he would be heard. His body fell with a thud on the grass, his breaths short and staggered, whimpering. He tried to calm his breathing, his eyes closing slowly to block the sun from evading his sight. Even behind his eyelids, Gabriel could see the redness, and orange glow of the sun’s rays. His lips were curled, his teeth bared and tongue resting along the ground outside his muzzle. He was whimpering softly, his front and back paws twitching and shaking. Please…, he whispered to himself in his thoughts. He wanted to stand, to continue on, the pure thought of seeing them again made his tail wag weakly. Another loud whine, his chest heaving. He was crying in his own way, wishing, hoping and praying. He refused to think of what had happened, it would only dampen his spirits. They tried to lurk into his thoughts but he shoved them away with the thoughts of Irrsin. He said he would die before ever wanting to be with the assholes of other packs. His whining began to cease, his breathing becoming regular. He fell into a calm sleep, his body ceasing any movement besides the rise and fall of his chest. Dreams. He hated dreams. Often they would become nothing but nightmares. Nightmares that made him cry and howl in his sleep, those that would make him paralyze, the ones that made him almost wish for death. It was any of those that caused him to wake up with a flash and start of his racing heart. So what made this sleep different? It was blank. He saw nothing but darkness. He heard nothing, smelled nothing. It was almost like a void where he could really rest. A place he enjoyed. He would look around, staring at the emptiness and suddenly thinking negative on it. So much darkness. He wished for light, a light that would show him, tell him everything was okay. The dream seemed endless. He just wanted it to end. Open his eyes and all he went through was merely a dream. Was he ever so lucky? No. No, this time, all he wished for, was to open his eyes, and see someone he knew. Someone that would bring him from the claws of death.
|
|
|
user is offline ●
|
Fear does not stop death. It stops life.
|
“
|
|
Posts: 799
|
Likes: 1
|
|
|
Female
|
BISEXUAL
|
Ravensbruck
|
SINGLE
|
|
Administrator
|
Jan 22, 2014 22:13:40 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Jan 22, 2014 22:13:40 GMT -5
» K A S I M I R A
Amongst the crackled dark meadow grasses, small and measly sprouts of new life grew. They were few and far between, caught in the places where the ash was lightest and the sun brightest. It was, in the simplest form, a new beginning. A new start. A new story to write. Against the pale yellow of a new day awake, the infamous black alpha came trotting. Her head was low, breathing in the all too familiar scents and aromas of the place she'd known for so long, and her legs moved deftly through the grass as she readied herself for the day's activities. Every now and again there would be another patch of little green plants that reached and stretched towards the overhanging sun, relishing the midday light. The season had quickly fallen into autumn after the fire had passed, but the meadow was resilient; growth refused to be hindered at a time like this.
Kasimira, her head swaying from side to side as she moved across the land's slope, suddenly heard a cry from further down the meadow's southern most border. It rang as a pitched staccato note, piercing the air before disappearing all at once. Instinctively, a ripple of self awareness spread over her body. Ever since the fire, she'd be more anxious and hesitant in her lands, only grateful in the fact that she saw the same responses in her pack mates when they would hunt or take border patrols together. The fire had dampened, if not damaged a part of them as a whole and replaced previous confidence about their scenery and home with current doubt and self-guessing. Kasimira always reassured her pack that the feelings and anxiety would fade. Eperna wouldn't let them go on forever like this, would she? Prisoner to their own lands and quiet with their over-zealous neighbors--the mere thought made the she-wolf growl softly. Her pack would not be weak forever. She would not be weak forever.
For the mean time however, she was alone in Irrsin's considerably open and unshaded meadow. She was a crushing black edge against the stale smoothness of flattened meadow ashes. She was, in a sense, utterly vulnerable. Flatting her dark ears to her head, Kasimira quickly assessed the situation further. She needed to calm down and take control of herself before she over-analyzed the ordeal into a panic. For starters, the sound had come across as a hurt animal. Not a challenge. Not a threat. Secondly, she'd told the pack where she'd be. They'd be out to check on her if she strayed for too long past her typical time frame. And although she was alone, she was in her lands. Irrsin. Her home, where her pack had lived and thrived for almost two full years. Any stranger who dared wander on her turf would be sadly mistaken to find the Irrsin Queen at a time like this. Revenge for how her pack had suffered in the past few moons burned deep in her stomach, the flames lapping at her desire for a fight of some sort. A skirmish with the neighbors. A quick scrabble at the Auktion Rock. An intruder? She'd set them straight faster than they could say 'challenge'.
Bolstering her ego and stalking directly forward into the ashy brush, Kasimira barked roughly as she burst open to the scene that laid before her. Fortunately or unfortunately, it was nothing she had expected in any of her wildest dreams.
"Gabriel?!?"
The queen's blue eyes shot wide as she approached the male ever so slowly, her eyes running over his torn and battered body in a state of shock. Before her laid a previous sklavin of Irrsin, but not in near the same shape as when he'd left. Besides the fact that multiple scratches, scrapes, and wounds coated his body, there was an extreme lack of fur that made the alpha's own fur crawl uncomfortably. The usual brownish-black color was strangely lacking around his stomach and paws, and the coat that was left was matted and teased to the point of being useless now. It was almost too painful to look at Gabriel in this way, but Kasimira forced herself to keep a strong facade for her pack mate. Once or twice, she had to stop herself from retching at the smell that sat stagnant around him, and the sight again made her nose cringe in a sweeping mixture of both sadness and appall for her former pack mate.
After a few moments of silence, Kasimira felt herself shaking. Someone had done this to her sklavin. Someone had hurt him like this. The Irrsin Alpha was known to be ruthless, but this was nothing more than agony for agony's sake. And for a member of her pack, that was completely and utterly unacceptable. Snarling, the black she-wolf quickly began to prioritize her plan of attack.
"You can tell me the whole story later. Let's work on getting you some help."
Kasimira, even with all her energy and drive to help Gabriel, was quite unsure of how to proceed. She paused for a quick moment, thinking the possibilities over swiftly.
"I think getting back to the dens would be best. Can you walk? Or maybe you could lean on me and we can take our time. I can probably carry you if I have to..."
Kasimira, her eyes alight with a gush of emotions, leaned down and licked Gabriel's cheek as she'd done when she'd first returned to Irrsin. He had to make it through this. He just had to... But a look at his crumbling body made the she-wolf second guess her intuition. Her heart was raced wildly with the thought of losing her sklavin, and the combined anger for her pack mate coursed rapidly through her blood. Whoever had done such a thing would pay. But first, Gabriel needed her. He'd been there for her, ready and waiting when she returned after the fire. He'd proved himself to her then. It was time she proved herself worthy of his loyalty now.
|
|
|
Jan 22, 2014 23:57:22 GMT -5
Post by Rascal on Jan 22, 2014 23:57:22 GMT -5
GABRIEL He heard something. It stirred in his thoughts. His name. Someone cried his name. He reacted with a whine, struggling to awaken himself from the black void that enclosed him. His eyes fluttered to open, bright amber searching, seeing before him a black mass. The voice had been familiar. One he knew, one that made his weakened tail thud on the ground softly in a wag. He had to blink several times to gather the water, to see her better. The bright blue eyes of his alpha female. A creasing smile came upon his lips. ”Hi.” It was weak, short but in that simple word, he still held the defiance and determination of coming home. His once weakened body seemed to gush with adrenaline, forcing himself to lift his head and neck, to shove himself into a still shaky sitting position. His paws hurt, they burned actually. Blood clots had formed and pinched his skin between his paw pads and skin. They shook horribly and he tried to stop them. Without fail though, his eyes were just as bright and full of happiness when he saw her. He saw her stance quiver some in shakes. His ears perked some towards her. They were bitten, scared and had a few gaps now but they still gave him his same character. He heard her snarl, but the look in her eyes told him it wasn’t because she was unhappy with him. She was unhappy with his state. He opened his muzzle, to try and tell her what happened, but her words cut him off in an instant and he slammed his mouth shut. The moment he had opened his mouth though, he was missing just a few teeth. His canines, thankfully, were still intact but his bottom right had been broken in half. He glanced down at his shaking paws when she asked if he could walk. Could he? With the newfound strength in just being around her, he swore he could. But how long in between breaks? Gabriel was exhausted. He leaned his head down to lick at one of the marks along his wrist only to look up when he felt her rough tongue along his cheek. He wanted to crumble. He hadn’t felt affection so long since he was taken. He couldn’t stop himself. Emotions rushed against him, forcing him. He fell upon her, whimpering, nuzzling her neck, in a way he was crying. He moved his body closer, shaking worst than before. It was all he wanted. He just wanted someone to care. He lifted his head some, licking at her muzzle, whining still, ears on his head, showing her just how much he missed her. He couldn’t speak, his voice hurt too much.
|
|
|
user is offline ●
|
Fear does not stop death. It stops life.
|
“
|
|
Posts: 799
|
Likes: 1
|
|
|
Female
|
BISEXUAL
|
Ravensbruck
|
SINGLE
|
|
Administrator
|
Jan 23, 2014 18:12:21 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Jan 23, 2014 18:12:21 GMT -5
» K A S I M I R A
"Hi."
Kasimira couldn't ever remember being at such a loss for words. The black male's breathing was ragged and uneven as he made a move to stand, and when he finally made it up, his legs were wobbly and unsteady at best. Compassion rushed from the female and she wagged her tail gently at the sight of his strength. His determination was clear now, but with a hasty glance at the sun's height, she knew that they needed to get moving if they were to make it back to the dens by late afternoon. He'd have to endure the pain a little longer before getting the good, repairing rest that he truly needed.
As she briefly paused to consider their direction of travel, Gabriel's amber eyes suddenly flickered uneasily and as if seeing the ordeal happen in slow motion, the black she-wolf swiveled to catch her pack mate as he slipped. His feet scrabbled for a minute and Kasimira grabbed a hold of the male's scruff with her teeth while he righted himself. She released him only when she knew he was propped up on her own shoulder, safe at least for the moment while she considered the possibilities. Walking didn't seem like a very reliable option the more she stayed and observed his health, but leaving momentarily to find the others seemed too vulnerable for a wolf in a such a state as he. She could certainly howl to alert the pack, but the distance was far and Kasimira didn't want to give away their position should the others not hear her call. Worst case scenario she'd end up leaving Gabriel alone to fetch the others and his position would be compromised.
But before she could utter a plan, Gabriel crumpled into Kasimira's pelt as if in a daze. His whole body shook uncontrollably against her own and Kasimira blinked in genuine concern and apprehension. Should she do something to help him? The single motion was one of a pup to their mother and the she-wolf forced her not to cringe at the barrage of emotions that came with the sensation. In this form, this black and helpless scene, he looked too much like her little Marzell, and it made her insides twist further at the trickling thought of a battered, returned sklavin and a dean, unreturned son. Kasimira stopped a soft whine that lingered in her throat. Gabriel wasn't dead yet--and it was her job now to make sure he survived back to the dens. Still powerless to Gabriel's unyielding torment, she gave into the need to comfort the male in some way and gently rubbed her muzzle against the slope of his head. She couldn't even begin to imagine what he had experienced... And to think that for a while she'd thought he'd fled to gain his freedom. The idea was so sharp and blatantly painful, especially to see him in his current condition. She'd doubted him, even after the fire. Maybe that says a lot more about me than it does him. Gabriel leaned up to lick her muzzle and Kasimira roughly pushed the reflection away. Now was not the time for speculations and introspection. More than ever, she needed to be strong.
"I think carrying you is gonna be the best option. It might be slow going near the end, but you're in no shape to walk all the way to the dens from here. When I nudge you, make sure you're on the right way."
With the sudden decision that carrying Gabriel seemed to be the best method of travel, Kasimira carefully and cautiously leaned down under the male's neck. She squirmed for a good position before nudging the sklavin to move further onto her back. This would certainly be an interesting adventure. She could already see Zy howling with laughter over the idea of the 'Queen' carrying a measly sklavin... With resolve and a bundle of energy for the journey home, Kasimira waited--albeit a little impatiently--for Gabriel to tell her he was ready.
|
|
|
Jan 23, 2014 22:21:57 GMT -5
Post by Rascal on Jan 23, 2014 22:21:57 GMT -5
Gabriel felt her push the affection licks away and accepted it, moving his head down. He at least was happy that she gave him some tender motions along his head. It made him feel loads better than before. What scared him though now was the travel. He didn’t know if he could walk. The strength he did have sudden diminished when he had curled and moved against her. Here he was, a pitiful excuse, leaning against such a powerful she-wolf. Suddenly, his body began to slack, his eyes that sparked dulled. De ja vu was happening. This was the second time she found him in such condition, though now it seemed much worst than normal. So why, why did she do it? What made him worthy? It was swimming through his head. He barely heard what she was saying. All he heard suddenly was nothing but a silent buzzing almost, his ears hurting him. It was the feel of her pushing against him as he got the notion to move forward and on her back. It was difficult. His legs shook uncontrollably, his back legs beyond exhausted. Still, he pushed himself up onto her back, the weight off his paws was a relief. Still, he couldn’t help but feel himself sinking into a depressive state. Suddenly he heard the voices. Should have left you. Worthless. Can’t do anything right. Pathetic excuse. You’ll just die when you get there. Unworthy.He couldn’t help but whine, his eyes shutting as the sun began to set. The urge was there, to scramble off her and just tell her to leave him to his fate. Gazing at the sky however, it drove him to stay, to fight. If she saw that he was worth carrying back, then he must have done something right. So why did it hurt? Everything hurt really. He didn’t want to sleep. He didn’t want to see that darkness. That void where he would be lost to for hours. Another whimper escaped his muzzle, shutting his eyes from the light. His eyes were killing him now. Everything was. Every movement that was made hurt him. The spine against his furless stomach, the shoulders, just everything. He tried to be strong, but the pain killed him slowly. It only reminded him of what happened to him. He hardly had any cushion for it. His eyes couldn’t sustain themselves being open anymore. They shut, listening to the padded walk she did, the birds chirping his breathing, her breathing. He was trying to stay awake with his eyes closed, but it wasn’t working. The darkness was coming, he felt it tugging at his thoughts. In less than a minute, he was out cold. He was suffering, going and out of consciousness, muttering incoherently. His paws twitched and moved until he stilled completely. His breath was still there, blowing out of his nose, his head hanging off the side of her neck. It had taken him again, the endless, dreamless abyss. Tags: »Image & Open
|
|
|
user is offline ●
|
Fear does not stop death. It stops life.
|
“
|
|
Posts: 799
|
Likes: 1
|
|
|
Female
|
BISEXUAL
|
Ravensbruck
|
SINGLE
|
|
Administrator
|
Jan 23, 2014 22:36:03 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Jan 23, 2014 22:36:03 GMT -5
» K A S I M I R A
In response to her previous nudging, Gabriel slid rather ungracefully onto Kasimira's back, and the she-wolf grunted slightly. It had been obvious just by his appearance that the male had lost some weight during the past few moons, but to be on the safe side, she had expected a heavier load--the idea of which was now almost a delightful sigh of relief. The slight trek back to the dens might have become a very daunting task if he had been more muscle than he was currently. As it was however, Kasimira simply buckled her head down and began placing one paw in front of the other in the direction she knew only as 'home'.
As she had predicted, it was indeed 'slow going'. She breathed continually deeper as she weaved her way up the moor-side, and the sun seemed oddly brighter and more taxing than it had before. Even in it's descent of the sky Kasimira could feel it's fading warmth. She knew only too well that the orange would fade to a dark indigo and further into purples shades as night took hold over the land. The black she-wolf could only turn her head from the sky and huff forward on--she had to keep going. Her paws pressed on the earth with hardness and trial, and in this way movement and the compulsion to saving her sklavin become an internal mantra as she marched further into the green meadow sprouts. Hold on, Gabriel.
* * *
Lengthening indigo streaks creased the pale orange evening as Kasimira struggled along. Gabriel had long ago drifted out of consciousness. Every now and again the male would fidget into some state of being only to fade into silence again. And along with the small spasms and jittering movement, he was becoming increasingly heavier the more ground she made. He was the definition of a dead weight--inexorable and cumbersome without any sense of himself. Glancing around at the passing scenery, Kasimira breathed a hefty sigh of relief. They were so close! Her muscles ached in protest at the thought of more walking, and the queen paused for a moment as if to consider the distance. She might be able to leave Gabriel here while she went to find the pack... Oh, just get it over with. Kasimira grumbled slightly at herself before pushing off again, plodding forward even slower than before.
After the sun had dropped against the horizon, Kasimira began to noticed the outline of the stone dens. The entrances were a small but noticeable shade of deep grey against the pale ashen pile of shale and rock that made the most northern border of her home. She was finally, finally here! Gasping for breath, Kasimira painfully forced herself to lay on the ground so that Gabriel could slid off with as little damage to himself. In her earnest, however, he moved a little too easily off her fur and Kasimira moved to make sure nothing had hurt the male in the transition. After a quick sniff of reassurance, the black she-wolf forced herself into a lope towards the dens. Gabriel needed their help...
The Irrsin queen burst into the main den with such vigor that she slid a bit, her blue eyes wide and her fur pricked with anxiety over the whole trip and beforehand ordeal. Her voice was a harsh tone against the quietness of the meadow, and her panting was unusually loud from her trek, but she didn't have time to fix herself at the moment.
"Gabriel's hurt, I need you all out here now. Now!!"
|
|