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Post by Breeze on Apr 14, 2005 11:40:03 GMT -5
Feathers swiftly carried her young, Blue and Ghost, into the second cave, to wait for somebody she knew. She settled down, and gently washed the pups. As the light dimmed, and dusk came, the whelps got a chance for their meal, after all the previous excitement in the sixth cave.
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Post by Keeper on Apr 15, 2005 10:49:05 GMT -5
Ghost stopped his feeding and moved 'wards the front of the cave and stopped, auds and tassel high, his eyes bright in the darkness that had befallen. He paced to and fro, his eyes never moving, but staying focused intently on one spot. Finally, Ghost threw back his dial and howled, a song filled with lost, longing- for poor Ghost had never uttered a sound before and now the night echoed with his song.
(ooc- build anticpation, eh?)
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Post by Breeze on Apr 15, 2005 12:35:53 GMT -5
ooc: Definitely! ;D
bic: Feathers slept on, not hearing her whelp's first sound, but Blue was awoken. He listened for a moment, then trotted over to stand by Ghost. He listened inquisitively then joined in, his voice both love of the wild, and still mournful and heartbroken.
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Post by Keeper on Apr 18, 2005 11:38:00 GMT -5
Ghost didn't notice his brother's precence by his side, for he resumed his song, his voice intermingingling (sp??? lol) with his brother's, filling the night with a call of lost souls, and lonliness.
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Post by Keeper on Apr 18, 2005 11:47:54 GMT -5
Trace ambled 'wards the second cave, his mind alight with the fire of yet another haunting dream. He growled softly to himself and rubbed his maw on his leg. He blinked up at the stars and gruffed horsely, lost in his own thoughts.
Why must I be different? Why can't I just be normal wolf? No, I have to be cursed, a direwolf. Trace was a wolf from legends, a direwolf. His large limbs in proportion to his long body, his muzzle and head build delicaly not like that of a normal wolf. His muzzle was tapered, slim. His face not as broad like that of a normal wolf. But, unlike normal direwolfs, he was a kind soul, not a blood-thirsty killer like his kind.
Trace stopped short and dropped to the ground, as if his legs where threw out from under him. He writhered in the dirt as a sound echoed in his skull.
"No... Not now" He moaned, a gentle whisper in the wind as the song of the pups echoed in his mind.
He got to his feet, swaying weakly. He looked up and ambled 'wards the sound, moving agianst his will.
Ghost stopped his call and looked out into the murkiness of the night, his daggers now unsheathed, for danger was approaching.
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Post by Keeper on Apr 19, 2005 11:20:38 GMT -5
Trace stopped and looked at the growling white pup before him, snapped out of his trance. Instinctily, Trace held the pup's gaze, unsheathing his daggers.
Ghost looked at the wolf before him. The smell of Trace mad his mind swirl in fear, but he held strong as a growl erupted from within him. Ghost lowed his head, protecting his vunerable jugular if this strange wolf decided to attack.....
ooc- Breeze? Where the heck are you???
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Post by Breeze on Apr 19, 2005 15:43:39 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry, major writer's block, and I was away for the weekend! bic: Blue snarled ferociously, and the clamor woke up Feathers. Instantly, she leapt to her feet, and darted in front of the cubs, fangs unsheathed, hair standing up in bristles. She was the picture of a Mother, one whom would protect her young to the death. She tensed, ready to attack, when a strange yet familiar scent came to her nares. She sniffed curiously, then resumed glaring at the brute, who very well could have been one of her whelp-killers, and waited.
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Post by Taint on Apr 20, 2005 10:46:54 GMT -5
Bullet trotted through the forest, his gait light and carefree. As the trees began to thin, shapes became visible at the entrance to the Second Cave, and his now erect auds picked up intimidating sounds. He quickened his pace until he had emerged completely from the small clump of trees which he had been wandering through. As his gaze fell on Feathers growling, he started and turned quickly to the victim of her hostility, a large brute.
With a worried bark, Bullet charged up to the entrance and leapt infront of the protective mother, fangs bared in warning. A low growl erupted from his belly, steamign through gritted teeth in what sounded more like a hiss. He began to back up, urging Feathers and the whelps back into the cave.
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Post by Keeper on Apr 20, 2005 11:02:20 GMT -5
Trace bristled at the appearence of the Mother before him and her scent greeted his nares. A tight pressure grip his heart as his growl abruptly stopped.
"Feathers?" He whispered as his memories flooded back....
Trace stood at the edge of the cave, looking at the approaching storm and judging it's distance before it's wrath unfolded 'pon them. He sniffed the wind, but the only scent that greeted his nares was one of wet earth. Trace snorted as a few drops sank into his fur. Trace shook hard as if he had been drenched and moved to the back of the cave with a growl.
"It's raining agian" he growled to a pale form curled up against the wall of the cave.
The shape stirred and a beautiful she-wolf raised her violet orbs to look at Trace, her eyes reflecting love and compasion.
Trace's heart leapt at her gaze and gently peered at her now-slim stomach, for just two sun before, she had given birth.
"How are they?" he whispered, a bit worriedly.
"They're okay." She replied gently, but she drooped her head wearily back to the ground.
Alarmed, Trace whimpered and nuzzled her tenderly. He glanced back 'wards the entance of the cave and shivered as he saw it was now raining. A boom of thunder echoed throught the cave, the vibration of it sending the pups into squels of fright. He licked her maw gently.
"You need food, for the pups are dwindling your strenth." he snorted and looked back into the rain. "Maybe I can find something little for you, my dear." he told her, but she had already fallen fast asleep. Trace licked her maw agian and reteated out of the cave.........
Trace snapped to his senses to see another brute in front of her and he suddenly felt angry. He lowered his head, growling angrily at the brute and approached him, his daggers unsheathed, his eyes angry.
"Step away from her and you won't get hurt." he snapped angrily, inching closer to Bullet.
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Post by Taint on Apr 20, 2005 11:08:02 GMT -5
Bullet started as Trace said Feathers name, they knew each other? He snarled as the brute began to advance and took a step forward to meet him, the hairs on the back of his neck peeling away from his body.
ooc: Writers block! Ooooh.... this is interesting.... -waits anxiously for all to be explained-
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Post by Keeper on Apr 20, 2005 11:14:19 GMT -5
Trace tensed, his silvery daggers gleaming with saliva as he remained his stance.
"I told you, step back!" He barked angrily. PLease get away from her, I don't want to hurt you... he thought, but his composure didn't reveal the thoughts within...
ooc- this is getting good... *wishes Breeze was here*
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Post by Taint on Apr 20, 2005 11:21:34 GMT -5
Bullet half laughed, who did this brute think he was? A coward? One to step away from a mother and cubs and allow a hostile brute to saunter freely into their presence? No! He snarled again and squared his shoulders, daggers kneading the ground in anger as he glared up at the larger brute.
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Post by Breeze on Apr 20, 2005 11:59:43 GMT -5
ooc: *wails* No! Wait for me!!! *races to type*
bic: Feather's body flooded with relief as Bullet came, until she heard her name whispered. Emotions fluttered through her, and she whined eagerly. "Trace? Is that you? What? How? But..." Feathers recognized Trace. "No! Stop! Bullet, it's okay, I know him!" Feathers heart was torn in two. Why'd he leave? Did something happen? Why didn't he come back? Didn't he love me? And the pups? And Bullet, he's been so kind to me, and sweet, and he's been like a father to them, bringing us meat... but now, when I thought life would go on, Trace is back? How am I supposed to decide, or know what Trace's motives truly are? He came, bristling and offensively, but I love him, and I love our whelps, our old life. He IS my life, him and the young, but this ache in my heart, this empty pace, I don't know if anything could ever fill that completely, and if one could, who would it be?
Feathers' head raced, she was in turmoil and shock. She just stared at Trace, her mate, who'd she'd finally accepted as dead. "Who are you?" she whispered to herself.
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Post by Taint on Apr 20, 2005 12:12:21 GMT -5
Bullet's hackles slowly lowered and he covered his daggers with black lips. He relaxed hsi shoulders, although did not stop glaring at Trace. After a moment, he whirled around and stared at Feathers, his orbs no longer intimidating, but caring and conerned.
"Where from?"
He asked the femme, he stepped towards her and examined ehr carefully, hoping she wasn't hurt. He then glanced behind her and was relieved to see the two cubs safe and sound. He let out a deep sigh and a small smile shaped his maw.
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Post by ©Lou Scarlet© on Apr 20, 2005 12:40:53 GMT -5
The white fae ran and hadn't stopped running since she'd heard what Lily had said. How strange.
But there ahead of her she could see her brother at the cave entrance...and Trace's smell.
Lou bounded through the grass and up to the cave, skidding to a halt beside her brother, "What's going on?" she asked breathlessly, sensing anger amoungst the cave's occupants. Still her mind lingered on Lily's words.
..."what he feels in his heart..."
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Post by Keeper on Apr 20, 2005 12:41:17 GMT -5
Trace's eyes widened as Feaher's finally recongnized him, but he didn't let his guard down.
I said step back!!!! Trace growled and rudely pushed Bullet away from Feathers, the impact knocking Bullet off his feet. He nuzzled Feather's gently, his heart in his throat. He opened his maw, but snapped it shut, for he knew not what to say.
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Post by Taint on Apr 20, 2005 12:52:58 GMT -5
Bullet felt himself being shoved backwards and snarled as Trace pushed past, but his snarle immediately disappeared, to be replaced by a look of utter confusion. His mouth hung agape and he shook his head slowly as Trace nuzzled Feathers. No! No, Feathers, I... I.... I love you. Please..... He thought desperately, feeling as if his heart was being slowly torn to peices with that loving caress. His gaze flicked to the cubs behind the femme and his chest seemed to judder.
"Feathers? No.... But.... Please...."
He murmered, hoping, praying that she didn't return the affection that the brute had shown. His orbs filled with this hope and he amde to step forward.
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Post by ©Lou Scarlet© on Apr 20, 2005 12:59:08 GMT -5
Now Lou understood and her hackles raised defensively. She had spoken to Trace once and he had seemed like a nice brute. But why was he acting like this?
"Don't touch my brother," she said, quietly, a dangerous tone to her voice.
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Post by Breeze on Apr 20, 2005 17:29:34 GMT -5
Feathers looked in confusion from Trace to Bullet, her head swiveling from one brute to the other. Her heart sped, and terror and anxiety. But who of them really loves me? And who do I love? Why is this happening? Who can I trust? Trace was... is... my mate, but he left, and I have no idea why, or if he found another femme! Bullet, I haven't known him long, but he... he was kind to me, and friendly, in foreign land, and he's cared for the whelps as though he was their father! I love them both... this will tear me apart! And Blue, Ghost, they don't know their father... will they love Trace, or will they hate him for abandoning us? And am I mad at Trace, or have I just been sorrowful? This is too much! No, no no!!!
Feathers optics took in Bullet, orbs showing helplessness, sorrow, and confusion. Then, those same orbs looked at Trace the same way. She stepped back from Trace, then, tentatively took a step forward, but stopped, scared and overwhelmed, and with a heart that was going two ways.
She tried to speak, but a lump was in her throat. She swallowed, then whispered, voice cracking "Oh Trace...What?!!" Her mouth froze, not able to continue.
Feathers softly licked Trace on the maw, which wouldnt show too much or little affection, as she wasnt sure of their status, if they were mates or not. Then, she stepped to Bullet's side and announced, after a quick lick of the maw for him coming to her defense, "Trace, this is Bullet. Bullet, this is Trace. Trace and I are...were..." Feathers looked with confusion at the two brutes, orbs begging for this confusion and hurt to end.
ooc: Eek! This is getting a little personal with all of them! *runs and hides*
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Post by Keeper on Apr 20, 2005 17:49:10 GMT -5
Trace felt a bit intimitated as a white fae appeared from thin air, but he ignored her presence. Instead he glared at Bullet as he took a daring step farward. A dark lip curled back, reveling an unsually long canine.
"Boy, I am telling you, stay back. One more step towards her and you're mince meat, buddy. Trace snapped, his auds flattened agianst his skull.
He turned again to Feathers and murmered softly into her fur, "I should of never left." as his memories once agian flooded his mind...
Three suns later, a very agitated Trace returned to the cave limping. He stopped and sniffed the wind as horror siezed his heart.
"No..." He moaned as he reached the cave for there before him laid three of his dead cubs.
The night that Trace left, a terrible storm seized the land, clutching it with it's watery hold. The plains on which Trace had been hunting had been suddenly engulfed in water, making it impossible for one to cross. Trace had tried to cross it three times, but on the fourth, a particularly strong current had dragged him under and sent him sprawling into a tree. The impact had knocked him clean out, and the current thankfully carried him towards the bank, where the waters weren't as deep. For two days, Trace howled to the sky, hoping his mate was well, for he was too weak to try the waters again. Finally, the floods subsided and he was able to swagger home.
Trace howled at the sky, mourning the loss of his cubs. But where had Feathers gone? And the other two of his cubs?
Trace immediantly left their terra, seaching for Feathers, but the storm had washed away any prints or spoor of them, so he was left to wander until he found Misty Moors. He became a part of the pack, but left shortly after, for the pack was in a quandry, for their alpha's had just died. He went searching agian for Feathers, but soon gave up and returned to the moors, where he first encounted Lou and Chaos......
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