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Sept 4, 2011 14:27:01 GMT -5
Post by Kyren on Sept 4, 2011 14:27:01 GMT -5
Laughter? Well that was an interesting reaction, but if she was nothing else she certainly knew how to be different than the norm. Perhaps that was exactly what was needed though. After all what he was asking other wolves to do was to go against the accepted wolf system and to fight for change. Still, was her awkwardness really so bad? After all, the way she so constantly spoke her mind made it seem rather unlikely she was going to ever keep secrets from him or harbor any feelings of insecurity to whatever they did. Perhaps her openness would help some of the less confident wolves feel more at ease. Of course, the nervous wolves would be of little help unless they quickly found confidence in themselves, and yet it was also likely they might want to stay with him as they likely wouldn’t want to be alone.
"Attack you? I'd be a fool!"
Comments like that were always good to hear. Not that he wanted her to be scared of him, but he did want to make sure that his enemies could tell he was dangerous. He hated so many wolves, and would love to hurt them, but Viper was well aware sometimes it was better to run or scare the other wolves away than to pursue a fight. Even if he won the fight any injury he took would only make it that much harder to win the next time. So Viper would just have to save the occasions he fought to whenever it was necessary. Seeing no reason to comment, he waited expecting more would be said anyway.
"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."
“I fight until the other chooses to give up and back off, or until one of us is dead. That means its up to the attacker how far the fight goes.” Just in case she ever changed her mind, she already understood the terms of a fight.
"Did you have any siblings?”
Viper actually reacted ever so slightly to that comment. His ears flicked back, folding down for a moment at a painful past memory. Several seconds of silence ensued, other than his ears his body appeared frozen, not so much as an eye blinking. Finally, when he refocused his gaze on her, he flicked his ears back up and offered a nod. Once more he seemed that some unfeeling wolf as before. “I had a brother, he didn’t live long though. I also had a sister, she’s dead as well.” No names mentioned, or anything about who they were or how they died, but he did at least answer their questions. Considering what he’d heard from her so far Viper imagined he might be about to hear about her own siblings.
Shifting his mind away from her and back onto his plans, he started forming better ideas of where they would head. To run from other packs after stealing wolves they considered property, it would be wise to know the landscape. The wolves chasing them were sure to know their terrain and the best paths to take. When Viper had escaped the pack that owned him it was by jumping off a cliff, not even knowing if he’d survive the fall. He’d gotten lucky that time, Viper would prefer not to have to take the risk a second time. For that matter he wasn't sure if Othello would be willing to take such a risk.
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Sept 4, 2011 16:15:10 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Sept 4, 2011 16:15:10 GMT -5
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[/color][/right] “I fight until the other chooses to give up and back off, or until one of us is dead. That means its up to the attacker how far the fight goes.”Othello could only wonder what it was like to be in a fight like so, a fight to the death. She had once seen two Sklavins tear at each other before until one lay permanantly still. The other had been killed by the Beta of the pack for his actions. It had been a brutal, bloody battle, and Othello shivered from just the memory. She couldn't exactly see herself in a fight like that. Not that she doubted that she would be able to hold her own - she didn't underestimate herself. But it was just a difficult thing to see, clawing and snapping at another wolf, intent to seriously maim and kill. And what if she survived the battle, but had a serious injury for the rest of her life? It was all possible by her supporting Viper and following him. Yes, she would have to fight. Likely very fearsome and strong wolves. Dominors, who would have no problem killing her off. But that didn't mean that she would back down or run. She was stronger than that. And she was, as she had thought previously, determined. She glanced to him, suddenly noticing that he was... frozen. His ears were plastered back against his ebony skull, and no part of him was moving. Panic rose in her and she stirred in alarm, but before she could take any further action, he was moving again. She let out a quiet breath, relaixng back against the ground. She had been unsure how to react, unsure how to help, and that was such a horrible feeling. But he was alright, beginning to speak now, so she attempted to still her racing heart long enough to listen to the words that he was speaking. “I had a brother, he didn’t live long though. I also had a sister, she’s dead as well.”She frowned just slightly, realizing that his reaction had been due to the fact that she had stirred up painful memories. Feeling bad for this, she glanced over to him, her gaze softening slightly. "I'm terribly sorry. I seem to ask all the wrong questions." This was followed by a small smile, and then, silence. It seemed to come easier now, as she felt she didn't need to ramble on like a lunatic. She began sorting through her thoughts, trying to pick one out to speak about. She could never stay silent for too long, unless she absolutely had to. "I only had one brother. Cassio," she informed him, glancing up at the trees above her. The leaves were rustling softly in the silent breeze. She watched for a moment before continuing on. "My dad, he apparently wanted two boys. So I was sort of a disappointment from the start, but Cassio was perfect. I'm not resentful of him or anything. I'm glad he didn't have to go through what I did. He would try to make it easier for me sometimes, by talking to me, or playing with me. But I think it was a little too much for him. He did try to protect me when my mom died, but even he couldn't." She shrugged her shoulders a little. She didn't speak of the memory as if it caused her pain, but the truth was, she missed Cassio terribly. [/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Sept 4, 2011 19:02:35 GMT -5
Post by Kyren on Sept 4, 2011 19:02:35 GMT -5
Taking his time standing back up, he looked up to the sky, or what he could see of it beneath the cover of the three’s. She appeared relaxed enough the way she kept asking questions and talking about what was passing through her mind. However it seemed the moments of silence were actually lengthening to a degree. Viper wasn’t sure he’d ever listen to pure silence again with her around. Ah well. He heard her speaking, but for the moment ignored what she said as his thoughts ranged through the choices of where to go. Just because he was firm in resolve to do this, it didn’t mean he had all the answers of each step he should take. Hopefully it would get easier to figure out as he gained more experience. Hopefully Viper would live long enough to gain that experience. Worry about today, with this task tomorrow was never going to be certain.
They could travel through the forest, to the lands on the other side. This offered a lot of promise as this was an area known to be avoided often by other wolves. On the other hand, it wasn’t known to be a safe area. Was there something in this forest truly dangerous, or was it just superstition that had built upon itself. Either way it would be a good place to come to when pursued. Whether or not other wolves would enter, with the dense tree’s and the many shadows it should be easier to hide from sight, if not as easily by smell.
So not the forest, they’d have to leave it and again cross pass the trail leading to auktion rock and see where that took them. Finally after thinking through all this he turned his head away from the sky and looked at the talkative female. Not surprisingly it had again been her past she spoke of.
"My dad, he apparently wanted two boys. So I was sort of a disappointment from the start, but Cassio was perfect. I'm not resentful of him or anything. I'm glad he didn't have to go through what I did. He would try to make it easier for me sometimes, by talking to me, or playing with me. But I think it was a little too much for him. He did try to protect me when my mom died, but even he couldn't."
“Perfect?” Was there a perfect in this flawed world? Probably not, but why debate that with her when it would only upset her? Still, he’d already asked a one worded question, and he’d asked her so little she’d likely feel obliged to answer. “I imagine, he wasn’t so perfect if he could not protect you. I would assume being perfect means being able to accomplish any of your goals.” A blunt honest opinion, and in the end he had ignored how it would affect her emotions. Perhaps a part of that was because he had become so good at blocking out his own emotions. Aside from anger, it was rare that he felt anything.
“Othello, in the world you have just stepped into, the world I love in, I believe you will find it better to not bother with such emotions as love. It clouds judgment, tries to make an emotion more important than simple logic. It could make you hesitate, and that could get you killed.” Would she understand that logic or would she possibly fall in love with another wolf someday? It was perhaps a hard thing to tell a wolf that still had feelings, but it seemed a wise tip to offer. “In the end, that decision also is yours. Are you ready to travel?”
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Sept 4, 2011 20:02:02 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Sept 4, 2011 20:02:02 GMT -5
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[/color][/right] “I imagine, he wasn’t so perfect if he could not protect you. I would assume being perfect means being able to accomplish any of your goals.”Othello actually considered this. No, perhaps perfect hadn't been the right word to use, because Viper was right. Had Cassio been perfect, she would have likely been wandering around her previous home by herself, dimly aware of Cassio watching her protectively from afar, talking animatedly to herself just to get her thoughts out. Instead, she was curled on the ground beneath a canopy of trees, a very unemotional brute resting across from her, her mind flitting from one thought to the other but for once, her mouth not working to keep up with it. Othello then tried to decide if she had ever met anyone who was perfect. 'Perfect doesn't exist.' Her thoughts whispered, and she found herself agreeing. Perfect had not been found in a mother who had died before seeing that her daughter was protected, nor a father who's love could not reach out to someone different, nor a brother who ultimately could not deal with the fact that Othello wasn't normal. It wasn't found in an overbearing Dominor, in his fearful Sklavins, in any of the pack members. It was found in nothing it seemed, and Othello shook her head sadly. Everyone was flawed. Everyone. “Othello, in the world you have just stepped into, the world I love in, I believe you will find it better to not bother with such emotions as love. It clouds judgment, tries to make an emotion more important than simple logic. It could make you hesitate, and that could get you killed.”Love. This word had Othello's thoughts slowing just slightly, wrapping themselves around the concept of love. So many different forms of it - a mother for her pups, a couple for one another, a wolf for a friend. So many different ways one could come to love someone, come to care. Othello had loved her mother, naturally. She had loved Cassio. But neither of them were here now, were they? And as for a mate...the idea wasn't an option for Othello, or she didn't believe that it was. "Love is something I don't have to worry about," she said, voice soft yet bitter. "I'm under the impression that I will never be loved, especially not by a male. Because I don't think anyone would be able to stand me long enough to love me."She was being brutally honest in that moment, so honest that it hurt. But she wouldn't let him see this. She turned once more to stare up at the branches above her, rearranging her expression into one that screamed 'I don't care'. Perhaps that would be what gave her away, but in that moment, her heart was throbbing so viciously that she truly didn't care. She didn't care if Viper saw how self conscious she was, because he would more than likely think it another little mood switch, nothing out of the ordinary. "Are you ready to travel?"Lowering her head slowly, she nodded. She was quiet as she got to her feet, shaking herself so that any dirt that clung to her loosened and fell back to the earth. Then, tail swaying just slightly, she looked to him. "Ready."[/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Nitemare on Sept 4, 2011 22:26:59 GMT -5
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Just a little more, come on and satisfy me
The golden ghost marched his way over the pale ground, not exactly expecting to find anything new for him. There wasn't mush amusement left in these lands anymore, ever since Kasimira became occupied with her family, she no longer had time to play their malevolent little game. But he was fine with that, he'd take that time to build up his army so that when she was well,a nd about again, he could tear her down from the inside-out. he start with picking off each of her 'precious' pups, then he'd demand the obedience of her sklavins, or they'd meet her fate, and serve their mistress in the afterlife. Once he'd left her defenseless, if her mate still found it safe to be around his lover he'd tear him apart piece by piece enjoying the sting of the taste of his blood in the back of his throat. As a final act, while washed in the scent of her lover's blood he'd finally exact his revenge against the bitch Kasimira. Of course before he let her go he'd have his delicious 'fun' with her, however, not wanting to give her the chance to rise against him once more, he wouldn't give her the option of a second life. Not as his sklavin, or as blood spattered loner, or a VERY broken alphess.
Just a little more, come on and terrify me
Phantom found himself among the pale, feces ridden ground of the akuton rocks, but he was so far from the rocks, why was he smelling such strong scents this far out. This did not carry the scent of a prideful, clean dominor. No, this lobo had been around these rocks long enough to be able to distinguish a high ranked wolf, from the low ranked peasants that resided here. He decided to follow these scents perhaps he was wrong? The brute plunged into laughter. him? Wrong? why he had never heard of an instance in which he was wrong about anything. Not in judgment, and certainly not while out tracking, meeting, and addressing class. Phantom licked his chops at this PERFECT opportunity to nab two sklavin in one fell swoop. The brute ran almost giddily, he knew they couldn't have gotten far. Sklavin were weak minded creatures, but they knew the penalty for fleeing their dominor, and/or Akuton. A sadistic grin played onto his face as he scented out one fo the sklavin were female. Sayang would have some company in that 'special' den of his. Another mistress for his collection.
Take my life and then I'll feel okay
Following their scent, following the female's closer than the male's, he traced them quite a ways off from the rocks, most likely a hiding place, since there was nothing but open desert out from there. No water, and no food, they'd die in days, if not hours. as he travled he noticed the ground becoming cooler, and shadows passing over his light pelt, horrible hidden amongst the shadows the brute quickened his pace so as not to allow them to see him too early and flee. The voices got louder, and clearer, he could actually make out their conversation. "Love is something I don't have to worry about," she said, voice soft yet bitter. "I'm under the impression that I will never be loved, especially not by a male. Because I don't think anyone would be able to stand me long enough to love me." the female said, the male didn't quite seem like he was listening however. The brute nearly burst into laughter once more at hearing this. Oh, darling, I shall keep you company. he thought oh so maliciously, as vision of her 'punishment' flashed through her head. He had to quickly wipe them away yet his lower half react. As he came upon them he heard the male give some short rant about how emotions made one weak. It was true, but emotions were also essential for order, and granted, and ease of understanding which creates obeience.
“In the end, that decision also is yours. Are you ready to travel?” the male spoke. From his place in the distance he watched the femme rise to her paws, and utter the word "Ready"[/b[ after cleaning her pelt. On swift, light, quiet paws he looped around them carefully ,a nd came from the opposite direction, so thtat if they ran, they'd be driven back towards Akuton. "Now, now. That wouldn't be very wise, what has the desert offered you, that a pack wouldn't. the desert cannot offer you a home, nor food, and almost certainly not water." he cooed devilishly. "I can offer you all of these things, and in such an easy way might I add. All I ask is that you swear your alligence to me." he chuckeled. "Even if it is not willing, I am taking you both with me Sklavin" he snarrled.
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Sept 4, 2011 23:28:54 GMT -5
Post by Kyren on Sept 4, 2011 23:28:54 GMT -5
She didn’t feel anyone would ever love her, eh? Possibly true, possibly not. However it was none of his concern and he didn’t feel like offering her any false hope or shooting her down any more than she already had. “Don’t bother being upset about something you can’t get. Especially something as of little value as love.” Fortunately she seemed able to talk herself out of this line of thought, after all if it was still on her mind she would likely have said the thought. She was quick enough to accept his decision they should move, not bothering to try and discuss or demand something else. Not that he’d say it was likely considering her attitude so far, but she had mentioned her persona shifted at points, so anything might be possible.
He started to move as his ears suddenly lifted higher, however it was only a moment before he heard the voice behind them. Damn. Even if he wanted confrontation with the other wolves and their packs, he preferred to choose the time and place. Not today apparently.
"Now, now. That wouldn't be very wise, what has the desert offered you, that a pack wouldn't. the desert cannot offer you a home, nor food, and almost certainly not water. I can offer you all of these things, and in such an easy way might I add. All I ask is that you swear your alligence to me. Even if it is not willing, I am taking you both with me Sklavin"
He made a slow, almost casual turn about to face the brute. His eyes flicked once to Othello, curious to her response, but then just focused his attention on the arrogant dominor. Viper kept his face blank, it was something he’d become very good at doing, this not showing of emotions. Actually it was rather easy to block out emotions so often it was hardly even an act. “We are not at the rock, we have done you no harm and this is not your land.” No wolf claimed this land from all he could tell. “We can care for ourselves, though it is so kind of you to offer to help.” The last sentenced was laced with obvious sarcasm. “We are not sklavins, and never intend to be sklavins. Goodbye.” The last word had almost the tone of a command to it. The hilarious part was he’d never really commanded anyone else, unless you counted the few things he’d told Othello to do so far. He’d steal the sklavins from this wolf at somepoint, whether it be sooner or later was yet to be determined.
Viper didn’t bother to move, he still stayed put watching Phantom with a lazy gaze as if he wasn’t really any more important than the stick below his feet. If the dominor had any sense he should accept the goodbye and leave before they were forced to fight. For a moment he started to think of the pleasure in fighting this wolf but then strictly reminded himself this was not the time to let his mind get distracted. Be ready to kill.
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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Sept 5, 2011 0:01:56 GMT -5
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[/color][/right] Finally, finally, Othello was silent. She was partially awaiting instructions from Viper, as she had absolutely no idea where they were going. But another part of her had switched to a more compassionate side, whispering to take mercy on Viper and give him a few blessed moments of silence. It was hard, and many times she found herself clenching her teeth, mentally commanding herself to shut up. It was going to be a long journey if she had to make herself be quiet during it. She had barely started to walk when a voice behind her made her freeze. Viper turned, which Othello saw out of the corner of her eye, but for a moment she was completely still as her mood shifted again. She was unsure what she was feeling, so instead of attempting to examine herself, she turned. There, a few feet ahead of her, was another dark brute. He was snarling and generally looking very imposing. Something whispered that Othello should be afraid of this brute, but her heart was not pounding as it did when fear struck her. Instead, she perked her ears forward, catching the tail end of his statement. He made it perfectly clear that if they were not willing to come with him, it would be forced. Thoughts of being drug to her first Dominor by her father entered Othello's head, and she shakily brushed them off. She had been afraid then, no doubt about that. She last thing she wanted was an instant replay, especially not with this strange brute who had suddenly appeared and who was quite clearly a Dominor. Viper was speaking suddenly, calmly explaining that they could tend to themselves and that they were free. He seemed quite collected, as always, and Othello envied him. She felt like she was a complete mess inside. 'Hello, Othello? You've frozen up like a glacier. Get it together or you'll look like a spineless idiot. Go on. Pull up one of your little personas, put on a brave face, slap on a mask. You always said that life was your show, didn't you?'Shaking herself mentally once more, Othello slapped a grin onto her face, drawing herself up proudly. She stood close to Viper, her ears perked forward and her body tense despite her easy-going expression. She was not fool enough to let her guard down, as much as she might have seemed she was. "Besides, I must say, I'm not partial to being drug back to wherever it is that you think you're taking us," she quipped, putting emphasis on the word 'think'. Her tail was no longer swaying; it was still now, as still as her gaze that was focused on the Dominor. She almost felt as if someone had spoken her words for her, because she certainly didn't feel as confident as she sounded. Regardless, if it came down to a battle with this brute, so be it. Although it had only been perhaps an hour since she had agreed to helping Viper, she was not one to go back on her word. She had, after all, been expecting some difficulties. [/size][/color][/blockquote]
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