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Post by Lunar Moon on Nov 7, 2010 0:52:58 GMT
Moon's throat was drier than a fish in the desert. She hadn't drank in a few minutes, but it seemed like ages after all the running she had recently done. She set her sleek paws into the running river water and smiled as they became colder and colder. She set her muzzle into the water and lapped up three large sips, and she still wanted more. Moon stuck her whole head into the cold water and opened her mouth, letting water rush in even though she couldn't breath.
When there were no seconds left in her lungs, Moon lifted her wet head out of the cold but refreshing river. The air seemed warm after her small head dip in the river, but that was also a good thing, for the temperature was quite low.
Her tail swished back and forth like a jack in the box, and she shook her head a bit to get a bit of the water out. When the water was shaken off, it was in very tiny droplets, but for some reason the vain she wolf enchanted them, making them even more beautiful.
Moon brought her front paw right in front of her and left a paw print in the ground. There were sharp claws sticking out of the imprinting, but Moon knew that was natural for a wolf. She smiled and sat down.
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Post by Poison Arrow on Nov 7, 2010 1:42:14 GMT
I knew it couldn't be the end;
life isn't done screwing with me yet.
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*~-~-~-~* The chill wind blew through the grasses and a body stirred; about half a mile off the edge of the forest, Poison Arrow of the Royal's lay at the bottom of a large rock-pile. The gentle gust also moved his fur, though it was a long while until he moved. A small trickle of blood was just visible creeping out from under the side of his head - he was slowly regaining consciousness, though when he did he wasn't all sure he wanted to get up.
Thoughts and ideals ran through his head. Death seemed to be quite a priority. Unfortunately he had escaped it - again.
It wasn't that he was suicidal or anything. No, he had simply just always got the short end of the stick. Twins had opposite fates, and the wolf in the Rebels was oh-so-brilliant popular Alpha, so where did that leave this one? A lowly, ill, unwanted Sikla with no brawn and little brains.
He didn't try to die, exactly, he just didn't try too hard not to. For instance, standing on top of a precarious rock pile with a strong wind at your back, and having a coughing fit should have boded badly, but strangely he had stayed up there... Until he fell, that was. A faint half-whimper, half-growl finally escaped the black and green Wolf's lips as he surfaced and the pain hit. His spiked hair flopped over his eyes. He didn't want to get up.
It was a cold day, and there was hint of rain-to-come in the air that came in a 'Just my Luck' kind of way to Poison Arrow, and he tried not to push against it. This was the sunny side of the Mountain - wasn't it supposed to be, like, warm here? Sheesh... After a long while he finally shifted, standing up slowly and cursing fluently under his breath. Will not give in, will not give in, will not give in... "Ow..." Couldn't help it. He shook his head, lowering it, and a bit of blood spattered off that he tried to ignore, biting at the ring in his lip, purple and blue eyes hidden by his emo-style hair.
Licking his lips, the 2 year old suddenly realised how thirsty he was and, scenting the air to check he was alone(not likely in this haywire hectic-pack), began to make his way towards the twisting river. No-one was around that he could immediately see or smell... Why would they be? Now was Sun-high-max, so everyone would probably be at Camp having fun, or merging with those damned Rebels in the daily truce at the Plateau downstream, or on a long romantic walk on the beach... He spat into the grass resentfully.
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Post by Lunar Moon on Nov 7, 2010 13:29:00 GMT
Moon was interrupted from her happiness when she smelt another wolf coming. Curious, she raised her head slightly and tasted the air for a clearer scent. It smelled of Poison Arrow, and he was heading towards the river, Sadly, that's where I am. She thought, but decided she would ignore him as he came. Moon smiled and looked at the water.
So many fish were swimming through it, the river made the young wolf a bit dizzy. But no matter how much Moon wanted to turn away, she couldn't. Every once in a while a fish would jump up, and Moon would snap it out of the air like a python.
In a few minutes, Moon had caught enough fish to make a tasty meal for a few pups, or two grown up wolves. She smiled and scratched the grass a little to shorten it and clean it, then put all the fish on the plant like creation.
Moon looked over her shoulder, and still there was no Poison Arrow. He must be hurt if he's coming so slow. Oh well, he's always hurt. Moon chuckled, and looked in the river once more.
But this time, she was looking at her reflection, not the fish in it. But since there were fish in it, her reflection was pretty much impossible to look at. Moon sighed and sat down, squitning at the river.
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Post by Poison Arrow on Nov 7, 2010 20:05:56 GMT
I knew it couldn't be the end;
life isn't done screwing with me yet.
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*~-~-~-~* Poison Arrow reached the river at last, not looking for anyone else that might be there, and not expecting anyone. The Royal's Territory... So packed full of wolves, there were so many of them... It was almost impossible to be alone! Why, only the other night he had been in a 'secluded', 'lonely' spot, mulling his own thoughts, when the Beta, Pride Trenton, had come along. That had been a night well wasted...
Blood was still dripping from the side of his head, he knew, though he tried to ignore it. Bending over the water the black and dark green male bent down and glared stubbornly into it, trying to see his reflection as it was distorted by swimming fish - unable to do so he snarled suddenly and launched his paw into the swirling river, sharpened claw aiming straight for one of the slippery silver fish. He missed. Shrugging as though he did not care, though trying to convince himself more than anyone, Poison Arrow shrugged and lowered his face to the water; his long hair touched it first, then the glinting golden ring in his lip, until finally his tongue managed to get a few licks of the cool, cold liquid. At last. He thought silently.
It took a few moments of quiet lapping for the wolf to realise he was not actually alone - he spat out the last gulp of water in shock as he looked up, surprised: The Alpha Female of his own Pack, Moon, was stood a little way off, also drinking. He blushed beneath his fur and looked down again, part annoyed, part ashamed. He knew who her twin was: Lunar, a Loner.
Those with Loner Twins were always lucky... His thoughts echoed resentfully. They didn't have an Alpha of an opposite to tie them down. Didn't have a cheery lucky-dog of an opposite to bring them bad fortune. They weren't him.*323&!~Poison Arrow[/size] |
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Post by Lunar Moon on Nov 8, 2010 14:57:30 GMT
Moon slowly raised her head from the cool water to see Poison Arrow arrive. He was an interesting wolf, always getting himself hurt. Apparently he had gotten hurt today as well as every other day. Moon fully raised her head and looked at Poison Arrow, "Good morning." She said to him, but not really looking at him, Alphas weren't supposed to direct all of their attention at an Omega. It just wasn't proper.
But he was fairly useful. His twin was Alpha of the Rebels, and he often saw the thoughts of the twisted leader. Moon simply had a loner twin, but that was one of the best possible. Never trying to give away Moon's battle plans. Lunar simply thought spoke with Moon whenever they shared the connection of minds. Moon was simply bored. There was no other way to put it.
Moon grumbled and lay down right next to the water, her paw tips faintly dipping in the running river. Too many duties. Moon was secretly relieved when night came, and everyone had to go and mind talk with their twins, or try to prevent their thoughts from entering a twin's different mind.
The world was cruel to some, and not as cruel to others.
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Post by Poison Arrow on Nov 9, 2010 19:43:28 GMT
I knew it couldn't be the end;
life isn't done screwing with me yet.
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*~-~-~-~* "Evening." Poison Arrow muttered reservedly, head down, hair covering his face. He did not speak to many often, and usually his tones had hints of boredom or sarcasm in, especially if he was being 'Polite' in his own special way. But when he had met Pride Trenton that other night, his cheek had cost him a slash across the face - there was a faint scar there still, but mostly faded like them all. So that was why he was being - mostly - genuinely nice and non-derisive, though even the warning of an attack couldn't stop him questioning Moon as she lay down and sighed as though the world of troubles were crushing on her shoulders.
"What are you complaining about?" The Omega half-sneered, trying his luck, staying standing and glaring at the water. It was starting to go still.
As it did he could see his reflection clear and that simple vision brought a new snarl to his lips. He was so ugly... Dark green, spiked hair over his mismatched eyes, a few scars and bruises laced over his face, the rings in his left ear and lip, half-missing whiskers... Letting out a howl he didn't even bother to attempt to hold in the wolf slashed his paw into the still water. His reflection broke up for a moment, distorted and changed... As he watched, it seemed to become almost handsome in the surreality... "No!" He howled at it. Ignoring the Alpha Female next to him Poison Arrow hissed at the innocent inanimate, "That's not me. I'm not handsome, or smiley, or sweet! That's him! The lucky one! Don't do this to me..." And he turned away, thumping down and huffing.
Then he remembered the She-wolf beside him and let out a half-blush, half-snarl. He hated embarrassment infront of others... It was a killer! He was always being mocked and ridiculed - branches were drawn to his eyes, sunlight to the ring in his lip and then to his eye, fish extra-sensitively aware of his approaching claws... And now he was talking to himself. Great. Sure, it was a common sight among younger wolves at night that hadn't quite got the hang of 'Silent' Mind-talk(well, the ones that bothered to reply anyway) but by his age they could control that normally. And he wasn't even talking to his twin, at any rate. Trying to ignore Moon for as long as possible, turned away and started digging at the loose grass-knots before him.*&415!~Poison Arrow[/size] |
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Post by Lunar Moon on Nov 11, 2010 18:16:02 GMT
Moon faintly snarled as the Omega sneered at her, but she wasn't too tough. But her version of "Not too Tough", was biting him extremely hard on the sine, but Moon knew that would kill the Omega. He wasn't important at all, but even an aggressive alpha wouldn't kill a member of the pack just because they said something mean. Instead, Moon was feeling peaceful today, so she replied, "Why should you matter?" Moon said it as calmly as she could, but she knew when she got back to camp she would be overwhelmed by her duties as an alpha. Bless a newborn pup, send some wolves to the Plateau, search for lost newborns. It was very stressful, and Moon was very glad that she was relaxing at the river. Even if she just had the company of Poison Arrow, she was happy. Of course Moon was bored, but she rarely got the chance to be bored!
Moon raised her eyebrow when she saw Poison Arrow start shrieking, but she just closed her eyes, but in her mind, she was laughing her heart out. The only sign of her mind laughing was a small smirk on her peaceful face.
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OOC Comments: Holiday today!
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Post by Poison Arrow on Dec 11, 2010 13:43:49 GMT
I knew it couldn't be the end;
life isn't done screwing with me yet.
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*~-~-~-~* Poison Arrow was not the most sociable of Wolves. He snapped, and growled, he was rude and defiant, and his 'Table'-Manners were terrible. And quite often he didn't know when to stop. But his own outburst, and Moon's warning snarl, were enough to make him quiet - if only for the time being.
He had suffered the Alpha's bite several times - more than most - and he knew it was nothing to be sniggered at. But, all the same, despite just making a resolution, he couldn't help his fur rising a little in anticipation of the fight. He may be disobedient and rude enough to be classed an Omega, but boy, he could get his fangs into something, or someone, when he wanted to.
He took a quick glance at her, claws still raking at the grass-knots, and studied the strange feathers on her back for a moment. They were strange, but... Somehow, nice. There was just something free about them, like she was about to take flight herself, flying free of the restraints of the single shackle attached to her paw, tying her to this world like her duties...
No. You didn't feel sorry for Alphas. She got a mate and love and respect and people moved out of the way of her sharpened claws. And in return, she didn't feel sorry for you. That was the way things worked.
Just didn't like it, that was all...
He stood up slowly and stretched, the rough mane leading down his back from the long hair that covered his eyes flopping pathetically to one side. Then the small-ish, thin wolf glared at her, the snicker on Moon's lips hurting Poison Arrow more than her bite could have, and then at the river. As though in a trance, despite screaming at the innocent water earlier, he took a few tentative steps towards it...
It was only deep in the middle. His paws slid in the scree-sand that had developed at the bank. They dug a few millimeters in with each step, leaving a pawprint each time. He carried on. Soon he reached the water. It was beautiful, really... A tiny fish splashed. The first drops of cool water on his fur. Carry on walking. Up to his thin ankles in a few seconds. Freezing... 7 feet out by the time his chest fur became wet - it was colder and colder, and a breath caught at the back of his throat, eyes slightly glazed over...
It all happened in a single second, but it seemed like much longer...
A rock had caught a way up the river, and where the water had to flow over it it came about in a bit of a rush; in the middle was a Slipstream of sorts - faster flowing than the edges near the banks. Also, a slight dip in the jagged rock-bottom of the River was right infront of him. Poison Arrow took another, entranced step, and his paw went straight in. Snapping out of his reveree a moment too late the young wolf let out a single, sharp cry as the rush of water hit his unbalanced side. He slipped and crashed to his side, head bashing against one of the sharp rocks on the bed in a movement that drew the final bubbles from his lips - another tiny gasp that drew filthy water down his throat into his lungs, clogging up the Broncae like smoke escaped as his stuck paw twisted with a sickening snap that was all but drowned out by the rushing, swirling river.
He didn't know which way was up, down or sunlight. A small fish here, the glint of a scale that could have been an eye...
Why struggle? a crude voice in his head whispered, This is what you wanted after all, isn't it? The end?*&648!~Poison Arrow[/size] |
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Post by Lunar Moon on Dec 20, 2010 21:15:49 GMT
Moon growled loudly at Poison Arrow as his stubborn and totally not handsome face turned faintly hostile. Her eyes narrowed and she made herself look more powerful. More like the alpha that everyone had come to love. She was Moon, and she was proud of it. Her tail swishes back and forth in anticipation of a fight. Moon knew she could beat him in a heartbeat, but she still wanted to dig her claws into meat. For a moment he was the alpha of the filthy rebels. She almost howled when the image blurred and became the normal omega yet again. Moon frowns and turns her head to face the river again.
When she heard a yelp of surprise.
Moon looks back quickly to see that a current had taken Poison Arrow, and something had stopped him from breathing. So, what Moon saw was a wolf who was underwater going with the water. It was almost funny, but Moon knew he would die.
She jumps into the water and feels the pull of the current at once. She fights it, and sinks her teeth into Poison Arrow's scruff, slowly pulling him towards the shore. Her foot touched something hard, and she went for it. Soon Moon was on land, and Poison Arrow was half way there.
"You're heaver than I thought!" Moon growls through Poison Arrow's fur. She needed him to try to get out, too!
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Post by Poison Arrow on Dec 23, 2010 15:08:03 GMT
I knew it couldn't be the end;
life isn't done screwing with me yet.
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*~-~-~-~* The world was a swirling rush of River and water and dank, dirty clogs of earth flying into his face. The wolf felt himself fading in the steadily weaker struggles as his mind fought with his instincts; to live was his Nature, the thought of misery was his mindset. And as the two sides of the creature thought, for a moment, just for a moment, he felt... Strange. Not like himself at all - less Poison Arrow, less sad, less emotion-constrained, and more... Animal. For at that moment he was overcome by plain instinct again, and much as his Suicidal head dragged him down, the Omega felt his legs kick into lie, his mind become clear for a moment, yet at the same time darker than it had before, and he wrenched his paw from the stones with a vigour mush unlike his usual self.
Flying up to the fresh air, fur soaking, his jaws opened wide in a 'Jaws'-like moment, huge fangs showing clear and deadly for all to see, his mismatched eyes jammed shut; keeping the water out, and the natural fury in.
It was barely two seconds of Nature's own way, when he was wolf - beast, creature, made of sinews and fury and muscles, bones and teeth and such anger - before the meagre little Poison Arrow was back, but it was two seconds that saved his life...
... And crashed him ontop of the Alpha with the whiplash force of his self-save. He felt her teeth rip into the vulnerable flesh of his neck and tear, and he screamed as they splashed back into the water, she - as far as he could tell - still locked into him like a Bulldog. He crashed, somehow falling under her, and his skinny legs became entangled with hers. But this time he had a second to be prepared, and though Moon had just saved his life - for it was her intervention that had dragged him far enough for his own success in the bound - there was still a dreg of the raw, furious wolf left; enough for him to struggle and kick and nip until he had dragged himself to the shore.
Looking down at the end of his nose in a cross-eyed gesture, he realised with a pang that one of the rings in his lip had come out... The pain struck suddenly like he had been struck by another underwater stone. His ruff of a mane was flat to his back and his hair, embarrassingly, had lost most of its shape so that it flopped uselessy over his eyes.
He didn't check to see if she'd made it out too.*&451!~Poison Arrow[/size] |
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Post by Lunar Moon on Jan 15, 2011 21:25:20 GMT
Moon made one final tug, which helped him out, and sat there, looking tired. Her eyes drooped because she was tired, but she was easily stronger than Poison Arrow, "Are you okay?" She asked, cause if he wasn't okay after she saved him, she wouldn't be pleased. But she just waited as he jumped around in his own happy world just to think to herself. Poison Arrow didn't help. Of course, he could be useful as bait, but she wouldn't do that. He needed to be used for something. She looked at him, thinking what the crazy pup would be fit for. Nothing. Simply nothing.
That was the problem with him. It annoyed her. Other Omegas managed to be something, but not this one. This one was so weird, and it sickened her fairly. A growl escapes her mouth, and Moon didn't care to stop it now. Now was a thinking time.
She looked up again and saw Poison Arrow's neck, which was covered in blood. She probably did it, but it was better than dying, right? But maybe Poison Arrow wanted to die. But no one could possibly see inside his mind, it just was hard to think about it.
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