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Post by mighty on Jul 1, 2009 8:53:20 GMT -6
The day was cool for summer. The sky was a gloomy gray, meaning rain was soon to come. Fydo strode in the front of the search party, eyes narrowed. He held a stern, serious expression as he scanned the terra. He did not talk, for he was listening to any sounds other than that of the party itself. The grass was tall and green, definitely big enough for a pup to hide in. He stopped, lifted his muzzle, and sniffed the still air. There was a slight scent of the pups.
Shoto chimed in. "Fydo! Fydo!" he ran to the front where the big blue wolf stood. "I smell Rolin and Malik! They were here!" His heart was racing. Could they still be here, hiding from them in the tall grass?
Fydo merely lowered his muzzle and turned to Shoto and the rest of the party. "They're not here anymore. Their scent is very little. But we'll follow it." He turned and continued following the path of their scent.
Shoto backed up into his place in the party, a little intimidated by Fydo's presence. He was not one to be messed with right now. At least he was taking the matter as one of complete seriousness and urgency. He just hoped they would find his children, and Alice, soon.
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Post by Ֆრøʞiɛ on Jul 8, 2009 18:28:48 GMT -6
My fur prickled with unease as we swiftly padded over our own land, our own terrain. That thought, that fact, that this was our land, claimed by our scent markers that bordered nearby, should've brought me comfort and a sense of relief... but it did nothing now to ease my fears.
The sky was overcast, only a few streams of sunlight met my weary eyes, it was if even the Gods were bleak this day. A sign? Could today only spell disaster for my pack, my friends, my family? I knew that today was my end, that today I will end this dance and start anew, as another creature in another world, with a different heart and a different mind. Today, I would die.
I was not scared of the word that plagued my thoughts now; death. No, I wasn't frightened at all. For that, that was just a mere word. It was the meaning behind it that usually brought fear to my soul. But not today, when the fact dawned on me earlier that morning. I couldn't place my feelings for it, the thoughts that swirled in my head were jumbled and confused, but I knew I wasn't scared or even anxious for my time to come. Perhaps I was... at ease with that fact, the fact that my time would end in a few mere hours. I was just worried that I wouldn't be the only one to be slain today. Even more worried that the wolf whose life is taken away isn't ready and prepared to die, that they had many more things in life they had yet to experience and accomplish. That is isn't their time.
So, basically, I was not at all afraid for my own death, yet just worried for my friends' life. Some may call it selfless, the thoughts that course through me now. I just call it life. When you know your end is coming, and it's impossible for it to be stopped, you realize that your own existence isn't the only thing that matters. Even the thickest minded souls would realize that in their final hours, or at least accept that the world doesn't revolve around them. Right?
I'm only vaguely aware of Shoto's words, and the short conversation between the Alpha and the grey male. I had already realized the facts exchanged a while back, just as we had entered the Plains. Maybe I should've spoken up, but I had thought it obvious that Rolin, Malik, and Rose were long gone. Or maybe the realization of death made my senses even more acute, more attuned to their surroundings. Either way, it was clear the pups were no longer here.
My paws urged to move faster, to sprint across the plains and rush into the Assassins' camp. I don't know why there was this sudden burst of energy, a pulse that surged through me like wildfire. I was extremely anxious now, I wanted to find the pups and assure their safety. But was that the only reason why this sudden energy coursed through me now? A thought floated through my mind, a strange and inquiring spark. What if I'm anxious to die? That made my footsteps falter, to skid slightly over the grass. Why, would I be eager to end my life here? What was that motive? I couldn't place my thoughts in order, I couldn't answer any of those questions. But one word did come to mind just then, a single word.
Fate. The meaning under so many of lifes' mysteries. Fate; the guide to all of things wrong or questionable. Who do we blame it on? Fate of course, or destiny. So does fate now lead me to my last and final stand with the Akali Pack? Is that what is making it so hard to stand still and wait for the time to come? I smile slightly, amused by these dark yet deep thoughts. Perhaps, I have been waiting for this a long time. To do something meaningful in my life, something that I will be remembered for. And as I thought this, I realized that I was only to close to the truth.
I'm eager to die. When I thought it like that, placing those words in that order, it sounded gruesome and unjust, like I was giving up. But really, I was just giving in; letting Fate take me wherever she pleased. No fighting against her, no arguing, I will simply go with the flow. Yes, like a river endlessly flowing, curving and winding...
{{Wow, my muse is on fire. Too bad this post is just a confusing jumble of thoughts that were just randomly popping up on my mind... Ha, I guess this is kinda like a venting system. >< Anyways, I apologize again for such a long and drawn out rant about death and life and blah blah blah... ;]}}
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Post by Jayie on Jul 8, 2009 19:19:28 GMT -6
Streak sniffed the ground. She stopped, then sniffed again. She looked up at Fydo and growled "Assasian scents mixes with the pup's scent here. And a stranger's scent. A lone wolf, perhaps?" She glared into Assasain territory, her neck fur bristling. If they had touched so much as a hair on those pups' fur, she would flay them, and that was a promise. She looked at Voyez, who seemed to be a little out of it. She walked over to him and asked "Hey Voyez, you all right?" Now that she was thinking about it, he seemed really zoned out.
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Post by Ֆრøʞiɛ on Jul 11, 2009 6:54:35 GMT -6
A voice pulled me back into the world I knew, although it took me a few moments to recognize the owner of that smooth sound. It was Streak, she was assessing the situation just as Shoto had, although she had a new piece of information to offer. A loner scent... I nodded, affirming her discovery. She was right; there was a different scent here. Not that I doubted her word, no I trusted Streak with my life. She is an honest girl, eager to please, yet stubborn. But I consider those all good qualities.
Suddenly she directed her stunning eyes to my own and I felt myself composing a curious look as she spoke. I'm fine, I assured her, a small smile on my face. Why wouldn't I be alright?
It occurred to me then, that maybe she had seen my thoughtful expression a few minutes before. How long had I been frozen like that; considering my options in this reality? Had I looked as crazy as I think I was now? I bit my lip, unsure how to explain myself. Maybe she'll just take my answer before, and it will all be done. I mean, why would she doubt me? She had no reason to; did she?
How about you? Are you okay? I asked, knowing that Streak was certainly fine. But directing the question and conversation back to the inquirer was often an easy way to escape trouble. I composed my face to look generally concerned, eyes bright with worry for her and the three pups.
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Post by Jayie on Jul 11, 2009 19:21:18 GMT -6
Streak narrowed her eyes. Voyez was looking at her with concern. But his eyes were just a little too bright, and he had changed the subject too quickly. "I'm fine, thanks." She wondered if he was worried about the coming battle. "We will win this fight, Voyez. They are strong, but we have the advantage in numbers. There's nothing to worry about." She knew that that was a lie, but she didn't want Voyez so worried over the battle. When your mind was occupied, you tended to fight worse. She concentrated slightly, hiding the moon behind some clouds. "There. Now it'll be harder for them to see us, and their bright red pelts will stick out more then ours."
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Post by Ֆრøʞiɛ on Jul 11, 2009 19:49:11 GMT -6
So, she had taken my concern the wrong way; twisting it to look like worry. No matter, at least she had avoided the topic of my strange and far-away expression...
I'm not worried at all Streak, I could hear the genuine confidence in my voice as I spoke. Only I would know for certain that this battle would be won, the Gods had told me so; that my death would not be in vain. But I can see you are. You lie between your teeth, I mention with a small laugh. I can see that you are trying to comfort me, even though you aren't convinced yourself. I always work on myself before confronting other wolves' issues. I realized that my words sounded... smug in a way.
A know it all... Hmp. How frustrating. I had never thought of myself in that way, a know it all. Was I? Or was this added confidece and knowledge the key to my sudden smug attitude? No matter, I answered her statement fairly with advice. I might as well give my fellow friends words of the wise while I was on my last few hours. No harm done, right?
Spoken like a true strategest, I say with a smile. I'm glad I knew you Streak, you are a great wolf and a great friend. With that I turned my attention back to Fydo, not bothering to see her reaction. Would she realize that I was about to die? No, she couldn't see the future. And even if she could, it wouldn't change a thing... would it?
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Post by Jayie on Jul 11, 2009 19:55:02 GMT -6
Streak stared at Voyez in concern. Knew her? "What do you mean, your glad you knew me? Don't talk like your dying or something." Then it dawned on her. Of course. Voyez thought he was going to die. Maybe he thought he wasn't a good enough fighter to make it through, or something stupid like that. Streak stared Voyez full in the face. "Don't worry about the battle, Voyez. You aren't going to die. Your a good fighter. The Gods will be watching over us tonight, and they will help us win." She realized that she had meant what she had said. She could almost feel cold fur brushing against hers, and voices whispering in her ears.
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Post by Ֆრøʞiɛ on Jul 11, 2009 20:02:35 GMT -6
I turned back, surprised that her reaction had been so strong. Well, she was Streak of course; that was something someone would expect from her. As stubborn and headstrong as always. I decided not to reply to her words, eyes focused ahead as if I hadn't heard her exclaimnation. She didn't know that my death was a few mere hours away. How could she? So I wouldn't and couldn't blame her for her wrong words. I was going to die, whether she liked it or not.
Even though my eyes were focused straight ahead, Streak somehow managed to stare me full in the face. Any other time I would of thought it as extremly irritating but now, I respected it. It was just the way Streak did things; I shouldn't complain about the female's attitude, she was my friend afterall. Yes, I replied softly, looking down at my paws. The Gods will be looking over us, I know that. I turned away and added to myself,
And me.
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Post by twinklecat404 on Jul 13, 2009 8:40:19 GMT -6
Ooc:
Is it ok if Alice runs into them on her great escape?
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Post by mighty on Jul 13, 2009 13:12:14 GMT -6
OOC: Yes, but wait a little bit until they get to the edge of the forest.  RP: Fydo listened to the conversation between Voyez and Streak behind him. He kept his eyes forward. Voyez had a right to be troubled, but he regretted having given him, and the whole pack, the worry that they were feeling right now. It got suddenly darker, and Fydo looked up. Streak had brought a cloud in front of the moon. A smart idea, he thought. It had gotten dark so soon, the time had just slipped away. They had made their way through every inch of the plains, it had seemed, and the lingering smell of the pups and the Assassins were still faint. He would not worry his pack much longer. He would find the pups. And if it meant battle, then he would have a council of war with the alpha and go through with it if it meant getting rid of the Assassins once and for all, and getting the pups back. |
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Post by Ֆრøʞiɛ on Jul 13, 2009 15:01:38 GMT -6
Time flew by as we searched every inch of the grasses, picking up a few traces of the scents, but not much. I could feel the tension in the air, it was thick, a bubbling mass above our heads. It wouldn't be much longer 'till someone snapped under the tension. But who would make the first move into the Assassins' territory? For the pups were clearly there now, both scents mingled at the edge of the plains. It would be obvious then; the Assassins had gotten here first.
Fydo, I padded towards the alpha. He looked grim, determination mingling on his facial features as well, as he stared into the depths of the Assassins' territory. I don't think we can put it off any longer-- we should advance into the Assassins' land. I spoke quietly, in hushed tones. It was if speaking of trespassing was evil and forbidden.
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Post by Söŗŗėļ on Jul 27, 2009 13:46:02 GMT -6
Shyk caught up to them panting.
Finally caught up, he mutterd to Streak. I wasn't going to let my love go into battle without me being there to protect you!
Flicking his tail he stared into Streaks eyes.
What would happen if she died? Or if...he died.
Worry flickered across his face as he turned to abstruct the veiw from Streak, she didn't want her to see it. He had to be strong.
What's Fydo having us do?He muttered eyeing the wolves conversing in front of them.
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Post by mighty on Aug 21, 2009 6:01:20 GMT -6
"We're crossing the border." Fydo announced, answering Shyk. He stopped and turned to his party. "I don't wish to put any of you in peril. But this may be the only way to get the pups back. If the Assassins don't have them, then we'll have to get out of their terra and keep searching. When we cross, if anything's amiss, I'll send one of you back to Akali to tell the others to come. If a battle is in store, then we'll need every available fighter we can get." He eyed his wolves, and then turned his head to the looming forest in front of them.
He kept his eyes forward and his head up, showing much authority. The scar on his chest was burning again. He wondered if this was what he was supposed to do. Perhaps his father was warning him of something bigger. Well, there was no turning back now. "Let's go." He stepped into the forest.
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Post by mighty on Aug 25, 2009 6:41:18 GMT -6
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