Jun 21, 2011 9:42:44 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Jun 21, 2011 9:42:44 GMT -5
A cold wind raced over the valley, whistling through the trees as a red colored wolf made his way through the wood's frail pines. It was early in the day, not too hot for a summer morning. Yet it was with a faltering, half stepping gait that the wolf proceeded through the trees, eyes casting heavily glances about him as if he expected the trees to turn enemy and attack. His back left leg was pulled up against his body, a large wound ripped through the fur. Crack. A small pigeon flew up through the tree tops, startled at the sudden noise. With a small growl he stopped, peering uneasily through the trees.[/size]
After a moment of silence the brute carried on with his blundering movement through the forest, his breathing heavy and slow. Ever since he had come to Ravensbrück, or whatever it was that those mange-pelts had called it, he hated it. Hated it all. It reminded him too much of Sobibor, of his past pack. It reminded him of her. Besides that, he couldn't find a way out of this stupid forest for the life of him. The male started up a cursing of somesort, just under his breath before his voice grew louder, accusing the bare woods before him.
"You brought me here, didn't you?"
Raged pulsed through his veins, urging him to run. Faster, faster. It called to him, ordering him to run, to get away. With a disconcerted howl that jumped off his lips and leaped up into the wind before cutting off abrumptly, the male plunged forward, slowed only by his one wounded leg that dangled at his side. He threw more curses at the air as he pounded forward, his heartbeat thudding loudly through his chest. It was a strange sensation, the hotheaded emotions that coursed through him. She was gone! Oh, his love was gone!
It was then that her image appeared before him. The brute slowed, his eyes not believing what they were seeking. It was impossible. She was dead. He blinked a few times to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks. Dead or not, she was beautiful, stunning as she had been in life. With a jolt, the male realized his memory of her had done her no justice. Those eyes that flashed before him, that dazzling blue hue. He couldn't forget any of her. He'd tried enough times to leave her memory behind, in his old pack, to deparingly come to that resounding conclusion. With a snarl he narrowed his eyes at the hallucination, pulling his ears flat back to his nack, baring his teeth. He wanted nothing to do with her. His crimson haunches rolled beaneath him, readying for a good lunge for her white neck. She'd caused so much pain. Oh, how he had loved her...
How long had he waited to hear her whisper his name once more? Her coo silenced Reiner's previous growls of hostility; instead of leapng for her throat, he paused before moving a few steps closer, his grey eyes calming as the seconds lapsed into minues, soothed by her velvet voice. Her slim body moved towards him, silky white fur mixing with his crimson color. He imagined that she flicked him gently on the nose with her tail, her paws kneading the ground daintly, playing with him as he waited for her to say more.
"You won't hurt me will you?"
Reiner stepped closer to her, pressing himself into her, soaking in her scent. The cool breeze of the morning swept over him, wild and playful like the lillies that had decorated his previous pack's territory. How long ago those days seemed. Reiner growled softly, gazing into her eyes as he tried to settled her fears.
"I'll never hurt you. I love you, Sicoya."
With a bold twist of her frame, Sicoya spun on her paws to face hin, moonlight fur rippling as she bared her teeth in a snarl. Her blue eyes flared before him, glaring, accusing.
"You chose them over me! I would have done anything for you! I would have died for you if you as so much as whispered it, Reiner. And that meant nothing to you!"
Reiner backed up as she stalked forward, her eyes piercing him. He hadn't meant it! It had all been too confusing, too much for him to deal with. He had reacted as he had been instructed. Reiner looked at her gently, his voice soft as he spoke.
"I didn't have a choice! I'm sorry!"
Whatever softness he held for the vixen, she didn't see, or possibly refused, to acknowledge it. The she-wolf's eyes looked pained, as if she'd been dealt a hard blow.
I know now that you never loved me, Reiner."
With a bitter tone, she spat the words at him, growling in a mixed sense of denial. And then she was gone. Her lovely features and chiseled face, gone. Those blue eyes, gone. Reiner sank the ground, ignoring the screaming pain from his mangled leg as he allowed his limb to hit the dirt. She was all he'd ever had. And now she was gone.
"I'm sorry Sicoya, I'm s-sorry..."