Post by Akante on Feb 1, 2012 1:02:05 GMT -5
[quote author=Jehtte [rp] link=topic=41501.msg290053#msg290053 date=1309243843]
Clouds were rolling in from the north-east. The distant sound of thunder roared, and bright flashes of light was seen now and then. A storm was falling there. The vegetation, miles away and under the clouds, was being soaked and the ground was becoming muddy.
With luck, the storm would stick around long enough to linger in the stifling desert, and hopefully smother it's heat. Luck, however, had nothing to do with it. A steady breeze had entered the flats, bringing the raging thunderstorm closer and closer to the sandy place that the blackbloods called home. A miracle, perhaps was what it truly was.
Jehtte only remembered one other time in the the past two months that it had rained. The brown male had been working that day, like today. Like today, he was making rounds that had ended before. Like today, the storm had come on his way out. Unlike today, however, it had been a light sprinkle. And as the rain clouds drew closer, one thing was certain: here came the showers.
The sky above grew darker, the world below cooled slightly with the added help of the wind. It wasn't long before Jehtte felt the first drops of rain on his pelt, those fallen on the ground making little mud-craters in the sand.
Smiling as the cooling relief of rain exploded around him, Jehtte looked around, sniffing the air.
Below the scent of fresh water, the blackblood picked up one, odd scent. Ear's pricked, interest peaked, Jehtte followed it, noting that the scent wasn't from anyone he knew. Not the master Guard, nor any of the scouts who's paths crossed his. This scent was new to him, and it carried the lingering smell of jungle.
Of coarse, he'd heard of the Alteron captives that had come with the return of Swiftkill's rescue party. He had said as much in reassuring Lani that her aunt had made a safe journey back into the oasis. As far as names went, he hadn't foggiest. Jehtte had never met any of the Alteron wolves, but their reputation in the pack made him shudder with a guarded unease. His cheery mood hardened instinctively at the thought of meeting one of the devilish captives themselves.
As he made his way closer and the figure appeared, however, Jehtte's eyes softened slightly under his guarded composure. The beast was not unlike a teddy bear. Soft and warm, willing to be anyone's best friend. And the Alteron wolf was under his roof- or rather, his packs, no matter the position.
"You're one of them, aren't you?" He asked once he drew close enough, watching the wolf carefully. "You're from Alteron."
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(( Akante said I could join this. I hope it's alright with you, Simeon. If not, I'll delete this.))
It had actually been nice not having the responsibilities of a rank to worry about. Of course, she hadn't been just doing nothing all the time, she had been watching, waiting, taking stock of her life and deciding if she really wanted to be a guard in the first place. It was what she knew, and she liked doing it while she had been one, but there were so many other things she could do with her life. She'd often thought about talking to Riptide and Nightrun about her potential choices. She was young yet, there was plenty of time for her to gain another rank and work her way up from there. She just needed a little time.
She had noticed the storm a few miles into her walk. She had been born in the outlands, she knew what stormclouds were. She also knew that it didn't storm often here. Pausing, the golden girl lifted her head to the sky, nose twitching. She loved the scent of rain, and storms in general. In her opinion, they didn't last nearly long enough. Most people probably thought the same thing, but Lani liked to lay out in the rain, letting it douse her completely.
As the sky darkened, the light colored wolf's mood lifted. She scented the rain long before she saw it and she began to bound along, yipping like a puppy. She still hadn't been eating enough to build up all the fat reserves she had before, so she looked like a very thin puppy, bounding along as the first droplets of ran fell and pattered into her pelt.
Suddenly, she scented someone and stopped bounding. Ceasing alltogether, she lifted her head, trying to get past the scent of rain to recognize...Jehtte? The guard who had met her on the borders. Her face split into a grin, and her tail wagged furiously. She had wanted to talk to him, sure, he had been associated with her fall from grace, but he hadn't been the one who demoted her. Grinning, she padded towards him, tail wagging. When he came into view, she barked at him. " Jehtte, hell..." She stopped dead when she saw him staring. Nose twitched and she looked in that direction, noticing a wolf she didn't know. Blinking, Lani lowered her head, ears folding back against her head. The smell..that smell.
This was one of the Alteron captives!
These wolves were the reason she had lost her rank, lost everything and everyone dear to her. Immediately, the girl's fur stood on end. She took a few steps back, ignoring everything except Brushfire. She wanted to growl, but the sound wouldn't leave her chest. Instead, she stared, body tense as she decided if she wanted to fight or flee.
[[ /cough ]]
The blazing heat of this damned desert did not see it fit to spare the mangled timber as she lay against the vast rock walls. The reds and oranges of her surroundings - the massive stretches of desert and rock formations, welcomed the warmth and the light. The creatures of this world soaked in the sun's rays, enjoying the comfort it offered to them. But not all creatures would allow this dazzling heat and light to amaze the mind. Ru, curled up as tightly as she could without further damaging her tender wounds, clung to the shadows alongside the walls. Her tail gently wrapped itself around her limbs, hoping to shield them from the rare yet sudden bursts of harsh winds. This open air and demanding climate was despised by the fragile female, and as she pulled her face out from inbetween her forepaws, those copper eyes squinted to adjust to the lighting. Several seconds would pass before she could even see the faintest of outlines in this white mirage, and then those distinct burnt orange plains in the distance would remind her of where she was. Trapped in this horrible place...
A coarse whimper squeaked, and she would tenderly poke her muzzle back inside the gap her curled forepaws made. There, in that dark little space, she hoped to be able to disappear from this world that was so unfamiliar and dangerous to her. Here, where the sun screamed from the skies, and there was no shade or water to be found for miles, remained so drastically different from the confines of Alteron. In comparison, even that demon-infested forest seemed all too enticing when lined up back-to-back with this hellhole. The dust beneath her nose puffed up into small clouds each time she exhaled, and she would have to time her breaths in order to not inhale said dust. It was the only way to hide herself, as much as she could, from the wretched reality she'd awoken into.
In the far distance she could hear the rumbling of clouds - it was all too easy to recognize. The pitter-patter of raindrops plummeting to the parched ground soon followed, sounding as though it were the distant cheers of a thousand souls. While her auds perked up at the sound, it still did little to lift her spirits. Instead she tried to curl herself up more tightly, only to abruptly stop as her wounds and scars protested desperately. And so she would slowly loosen her tense muscles, possibly shaking from the sudden pain as she did so. All this while all Ru could think about was why? Why did this have to happen to her? Why now? But before she could even find the time to pity herself and her unfortunate circumstances, the dry shuffling of paws distracted her thoughts. At that moment she expected those gentle steps to start sprinting, and so she buried her face further into her paws, simply praying that she could somehow hide from the wolf. But the pace never faltered, and as they drew closer, Brushfire thought she'd even heard them slow down a bit.
A pause, and she'd raise her head ever so tentatively from her crouched huddle. Those glistening copper eyes would look up, preparing for the worst, as she set her gaze upon the brown male. In the moment of silence, she could feel her heart racing, but words would break through, "You're one of them, aren't you?" There her auds would flick back, as if disappointed in where this conversation might be headed. Her stare shifted to the ground, now laced with dark red dots as the rain continued to fall. "You're from Alteron." A soft exhale, and the Marquis took a second to figure out whether or not she even had the stamina to reply. With her throat still sore, scratchy, and extremely tender, she wasn't sure if she should even risk it. But as her eyes looked back up to this massive Blackblood, she knew her voice had to be heard. "And you're-- one of them--." Her once soft voice had been tarnished by that raspy scratches from her throat injury. "What-- is your p-- point?" What had he managed to gain by pointing out the obvious differences? Had he wanted to make her feel guilty? Because, quite honestly, she felt as though a paperbag mask would be quite handy right about now...
"Jehtte, hell..."
But not before another would enter, this one a pale-ish female, and though she was not as large as the male she stood up with, her size was more than enough for the little timber. As soon as this girl's green eyes caught sight of Ru, the swift shift in atmosphere was staggering. Perhaps it had initially meant to be a casual meeting, but once the Marquis had been thrown into the situation, it seemed as though the apocalypse was hanging over the group by a thread. The dramatic increase in tension made the timber uneasy, and so she shifted her position a bit, more or less making sure she had not grown too stiff. Due to her injuries, Ru found herself stopping in mid-shift, her eyes wincing a bit as she forced herself to stop moving. The sharp stabs of fire in her wrist, her back, and her ankle were starting to heat up again. The urge to whimper could not be held back as she wanted, and a curt, hoarse whine slurred ever so quietly from the sealed lips of the captive. In that instant, Brushfire's heart began to race, her eyes darting from one Blackblood to the other, as if afraid her moment of weakness had sealed her fate as a target.
Knowing it best not to move, the she-wolf would simply hold her gaze with these two, too scared to take a chance.
Not here, not now... No risks would be taken like this...
The golden furred girl couldn’t understand what he strong reaction was for. Alteron was the enemy. That much was clear. But this one was in no position to be a danger to anyone, least of all her. Yellow eyes blazed as she watched the strange female…whine. The sound that left Brushfire’s throat was pathetic at the same time that it was completely disarming. What? She had been afraid of this? Why? The question pounded in her mind as the fur slowly started to lower on her back. She shook herself, trying to rid herself of the lingering feelings of panic.
Alteron was the enemy. Alteron had stolen Swiftkill. Alteron was responsible for her current troubles.
But this one was not to blame. She couldn’t have even kept herself from getting snatched by the rescue party. Why? Alteron wasn’t known for keeping wolves who couldn’t fight…so why did she seem so defenseless? Sure, she probably understood the futility of her current situation. If she did lay tooth or claw on any member, she was as good as dead. No one would tolerate, they were probably always watching her.
But still. She was having a hard time picturing this little female as a hardened killer. Was she? Was she as black and white as the rest of those monsters? The rain fell over her forum, soaking her fur and causing it to sag. She had completely forgotten about the much needed rain, however. There were other things of more importance. Clearly.
She snorted, the sound no more than a soft exhale from her nostrils. Eyes remained guarded, but she no longer looked like she was about to run. There was no sign of the tenseness in her limbs. She stepped forward, eyes never leaving the form of the other female. In case…just in case. “ Who are you?” She asked at last, her voice low, probably hard to be heard above the sound of the rain. Obvious fact was obvious. Lani knew this was one of the alteron wolves. She reeked of it, and no amount of rain was going to completely wash that scent from her skin. She would never be mistaken for anyone else. But her name…Lani wanted to know what her name was. As one civil wolf to another would give their name. Why was she curious? She couldn’t understand, but for some odd reason, she just wanted to know.
Clouds were rolling in from the north-east. The distant sound of thunder roared, and bright flashes of light was seen now and then. A storm was falling there. The vegetation, miles away and under the clouds, was being soaked and the ground was becoming muddy.
With luck, the storm would stick around long enough to linger in the stifling desert, and hopefully smother it's heat. Luck, however, had nothing to do with it. A steady breeze had entered the flats, bringing the raging thunderstorm closer and closer to the sandy place that the blackbloods called home. A miracle, perhaps was what it truly was.
Jehtte only remembered one other time in the the past two months that it had rained. The brown male had been working that day, like today. Like today, he was making rounds that had ended before. Like today, the storm had come on his way out. Unlike today, however, it had been a light sprinkle. And as the rain clouds drew closer, one thing was certain: here came the showers.
The sky above grew darker, the world below cooled slightly with the added help of the wind. It wasn't long before Jehtte felt the first drops of rain on his pelt, those fallen on the ground making little mud-craters in the sand.
Smiling as the cooling relief of rain exploded around him, Jehtte looked around, sniffing the air.
Below the scent of fresh water, the blackblood picked up one, odd scent. Ear's pricked, interest peaked, Jehtte followed it, noting that the scent wasn't from anyone he knew. Not the master Guard, nor any of the scouts who's paths crossed his. This scent was new to him, and it carried the lingering smell of jungle.
Of coarse, he'd heard of the Alteron captives that had come with the return of Swiftkill's rescue party. He had said as much in reassuring Lani that her aunt had made a safe journey back into the oasis. As far as names went, he hadn't foggiest. Jehtte had never met any of the Alteron wolves, but their reputation in the pack made him shudder with a guarded unease. His cheery mood hardened instinctively at the thought of meeting one of the devilish captives themselves.
As he made his way closer and the figure appeared, however, Jehtte's eyes softened slightly under his guarded composure. The beast was not unlike a teddy bear. Soft and warm, willing to be anyone's best friend. And the Alteron wolf was under his roof- or rather, his packs, no matter the position.
"You're one of them, aren't you?" He asked once he drew close enough, watching the wolf carefully. "You're from Alteron."
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Lani said:
(( Akante said I could join this. I hope it's alright with you, Simeon. If not, I'll delete this.))
It had actually been nice not having the responsibilities of a rank to worry about. Of course, she hadn't been just doing nothing all the time, she had been watching, waiting, taking stock of her life and deciding if she really wanted to be a guard in the first place. It was what she knew, and she liked doing it while she had been one, but there were so many other things she could do with her life. She'd often thought about talking to Riptide and Nightrun about her potential choices. She was young yet, there was plenty of time for her to gain another rank and work her way up from there. She just needed a little time.
She had noticed the storm a few miles into her walk. She had been born in the outlands, she knew what stormclouds were. She also knew that it didn't storm often here. Pausing, the golden girl lifted her head to the sky, nose twitching. She loved the scent of rain, and storms in general. In her opinion, they didn't last nearly long enough. Most people probably thought the same thing, but Lani liked to lay out in the rain, letting it douse her completely.
As the sky darkened, the light colored wolf's mood lifted. She scented the rain long before she saw it and she began to bound along, yipping like a puppy. She still hadn't been eating enough to build up all the fat reserves she had before, so she looked like a very thin puppy, bounding along as the first droplets of ran fell and pattered into her pelt.
Suddenly, she scented someone and stopped bounding. Ceasing alltogether, she lifted her head, trying to get past the scent of rain to recognize...Jehtte? The guard who had met her on the borders. Her face split into a grin, and her tail wagged furiously. She had wanted to talk to him, sure, he had been associated with her fall from grace, but he hadn't been the one who demoted her. Grinning, she padded towards him, tail wagging. When he came into view, she barked at him. " Jehtte, hell..." She stopped dead when she saw him staring. Nose twitched and she looked in that direction, noticing a wolf she didn't know. Blinking, Lani lowered her head, ears folding back against her head. The smell..that smell.
This was one of the Alteron captives!
These wolves were the reason she had lost her rank, lost everything and everyone dear to her. Immediately, the girl's fur stood on end. She took a few steps back, ignoring everything except Brushfire. She wanted to growl, but the sound wouldn't leave her chest. Instead, she stared, body tense as she decided if she wanted to fight or flee.
Brushfire said:
[[ /cough ]]
The blazing heat of this damned desert did not see it fit to spare the mangled timber as she lay against the vast rock walls. The reds and oranges of her surroundings - the massive stretches of desert and rock formations, welcomed the warmth and the light. The creatures of this world soaked in the sun's rays, enjoying the comfort it offered to them. But not all creatures would allow this dazzling heat and light to amaze the mind. Ru, curled up as tightly as she could without further damaging her tender wounds, clung to the shadows alongside the walls. Her tail gently wrapped itself around her limbs, hoping to shield them from the rare yet sudden bursts of harsh winds. This open air and demanding climate was despised by the fragile female, and as she pulled her face out from inbetween her forepaws, those copper eyes squinted to adjust to the lighting. Several seconds would pass before she could even see the faintest of outlines in this white mirage, and then those distinct burnt orange plains in the distance would remind her of where she was. Trapped in this horrible place...
A coarse whimper squeaked, and she would tenderly poke her muzzle back inside the gap her curled forepaws made. There, in that dark little space, she hoped to be able to disappear from this world that was so unfamiliar and dangerous to her. Here, where the sun screamed from the skies, and there was no shade or water to be found for miles, remained so drastically different from the confines of Alteron. In comparison, even that demon-infested forest seemed all too enticing when lined up back-to-back with this hellhole. The dust beneath her nose puffed up into small clouds each time she exhaled, and she would have to time her breaths in order to not inhale said dust. It was the only way to hide herself, as much as she could, from the wretched reality she'd awoken into.
In the far distance she could hear the rumbling of clouds - it was all too easy to recognize. The pitter-patter of raindrops plummeting to the parched ground soon followed, sounding as though it were the distant cheers of a thousand souls. While her auds perked up at the sound, it still did little to lift her spirits. Instead she tried to curl herself up more tightly, only to abruptly stop as her wounds and scars protested desperately. And so she would slowly loosen her tense muscles, possibly shaking from the sudden pain as she did so. All this while all Ru could think about was why? Why did this have to happen to her? Why now? But before she could even find the time to pity herself and her unfortunate circumstances, the dry shuffling of paws distracted her thoughts. At that moment she expected those gentle steps to start sprinting, and so she buried her face further into her paws, simply praying that she could somehow hide from the wolf. But the pace never faltered, and as they drew closer, Brushfire thought she'd even heard them slow down a bit.
A pause, and she'd raise her head ever so tentatively from her crouched huddle. Those glistening copper eyes would look up, preparing for the worst, as she set her gaze upon the brown male. In the moment of silence, she could feel her heart racing, but words would break through, "You're one of them, aren't you?" There her auds would flick back, as if disappointed in where this conversation might be headed. Her stare shifted to the ground, now laced with dark red dots as the rain continued to fall. "You're from Alteron." A soft exhale, and the Marquis took a second to figure out whether or not she even had the stamina to reply. With her throat still sore, scratchy, and extremely tender, she wasn't sure if she should even risk it. But as her eyes looked back up to this massive Blackblood, she knew her voice had to be heard. "And you're-- one of them--." Her once soft voice had been tarnished by that raspy scratches from her throat injury. "What-- is your p-- point?" What had he managed to gain by pointing out the obvious differences? Had he wanted to make her feel guilty? Because, quite honestly, she felt as though a paperbag mask would be quite handy right about now...
"Jehtte, hell..."
But not before another would enter, this one a pale-ish female, and though she was not as large as the male she stood up with, her size was more than enough for the little timber. As soon as this girl's green eyes caught sight of Ru, the swift shift in atmosphere was staggering. Perhaps it had initially meant to be a casual meeting, but once the Marquis had been thrown into the situation, it seemed as though the apocalypse was hanging over the group by a thread. The dramatic increase in tension made the timber uneasy, and so she shifted her position a bit, more or less making sure she had not grown too stiff. Due to her injuries, Ru found herself stopping in mid-shift, her eyes wincing a bit as she forced herself to stop moving. The sharp stabs of fire in her wrist, her back, and her ankle were starting to heat up again. The urge to whimper could not be held back as she wanted, and a curt, hoarse whine slurred ever so quietly from the sealed lips of the captive. In that instant, Brushfire's heart began to race, her eyes darting from one Blackblood to the other, as if afraid her moment of weakness had sealed her fate as a target.
Knowing it best not to move, the she-wolf would simply hold her gaze with these two, too scared to take a chance.
Not here, not now... No risks would be taken like this...
Lani said:
The golden furred girl couldn’t understand what he strong reaction was for. Alteron was the enemy. That much was clear. But this one was in no position to be a danger to anyone, least of all her. Yellow eyes blazed as she watched the strange female…whine. The sound that left Brushfire’s throat was pathetic at the same time that it was completely disarming. What? She had been afraid of this? Why? The question pounded in her mind as the fur slowly started to lower on her back. She shook herself, trying to rid herself of the lingering feelings of panic.
Alteron was the enemy. Alteron had stolen Swiftkill. Alteron was responsible for her current troubles.
But this one was not to blame. She couldn’t have even kept herself from getting snatched by the rescue party. Why? Alteron wasn’t known for keeping wolves who couldn’t fight…so why did she seem so defenseless? Sure, she probably understood the futility of her current situation. If she did lay tooth or claw on any member, she was as good as dead. No one would tolerate, they were probably always watching her.
But still. She was having a hard time picturing this little female as a hardened killer. Was she? Was she as black and white as the rest of those monsters? The rain fell over her forum, soaking her fur and causing it to sag. She had completely forgotten about the much needed rain, however. There were other things of more importance. Clearly.
She snorted, the sound no more than a soft exhale from her nostrils. Eyes remained guarded, but she no longer looked like she was about to run. There was no sign of the tenseness in her limbs. She stepped forward, eyes never leaving the form of the other female. In case…just in case. “ Who are you?” She asked at last, her voice low, probably hard to be heard above the sound of the rain. Obvious fact was obvious. Lani knew this was one of the alteron wolves. She reeked of it, and no amount of rain was going to completely wash that scent from her skin. She would never be mistaken for anyone else. But her name…Lani wanted to know what her name was. As one civil wolf to another would give their name. Why was she curious? She couldn’t understand, but for some odd reason, she just wanted to know.