Werewolves (RP 5): Secrets in the Orchard (01/13-04/14)
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:57 pmDez:
Coming to a stop just as Timothy sprung to the trees, Logan stared on quietly, not even passing breath in her own exhaustion. victory certainly hadn't come so easily, or had the hunter-become-hunted really just fled? Before these thoughts even finished passing through the mind of the werewolf, before she could so much as catch a glimpse of the other, a sudden weight hit her body and a fiery pain burst out in the back of her neck!
A cry escaped her throat, one not unlike a human scream nor the sharp yelp of a canine, and immediately she sought to rid herself of the weight of Timothy, but she found her balance thrown off and her arms rendered useless. Twist and turn as she might, there was no getting at cunning wolf!
How ignorant was she that, even though her habit of underestimating her opponents had caused her to become a werewolf in the first place, she still continued (both in mental consciousness and not) to assume so little of those who she took up fight against.
With every passing second, she grew steadily more frantic, snarling and biting at the air, every muscle in her body tensing as she attempted to free herself from Timothy's grasp. When the hold proved too well positioned for her to break or slip from, she began towards a tree with every intention to crush Timothy between it and the bulk of her body! Her feet dug into the earth beneath as she made heavy strides backwards, and upon coming close enough to the tree, she suddenly forced the whole of her weight back into Timothy! Surely now he would rethink his position, or shortly find himself breathless between the tree and the mass of Logan's body.
Dez:
Coming to a stop just as Timothy sprung to the trees, Logan stared on quietly, not even passing breath in her own exhaustion. victory certainly hadn't come so easily, or had the hunter-become-hunted really just fled? Before these thoughts even finished passing through the mind of the werewolf, before she could so much as catch a glimpse of the other, a sudden weight hit her body and a fiery pain burst out in the back of her neck!
A cry escaped her throat, one not unlike a human scream nor the sharp yelp of a canine, and immediately she sought to rid herself of the weight of Timothy, but she found her balance thrown off and her arms rendered useless. Twist and turn as she might, there was no getting at cunning wolf!
How ignorant was she that, even though her habit of underestimating her opponents had caused her to become a werewolf in the first place, she still continued (both in mental consciousness and not) to assume so little of those who she took up fight against.
With every passing second, she grew steadily more frantic, snarling and biting at the air, every muscle in her body tensing as she attempted to free herself from Timothy's grasp. When the hold proved too well positioned for her to break or slip from, she began towards a tree with every intention to crush Timothy between it and the bulk of her body! Her feet dug into the earth beneath as she made heavy strides backwards, and upon coming close enough to the tree, she suddenly forced the whole of her weight back into Timothy! Surely now he would rethink his position, or shortly find himself breathless between the tree and the mass of Logan's body.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:57 pmMay:
Logan's move was not only anticipated but counted on by Timothy.
Every tree in the immediate area was Timothy's tool for the moment and Logan no sooner moved toward one than Timothy began to utilize it. With a quick kick Timothy caught the trunk between his legs and twisted his torso to thwart Logan's attempt! Using the stability of the tree behind him his body would become a slide, he need only direct the same weight with which Logan intended to crush him to instead send her off the cliff!
With a tree behind and Logan's body in front, Timothy knew he was guarded and that the others would not be able to get at his back. He did not let go with either his arms or teeth, but at any moment was prepared to release the tree.
******
Three shots rang in succession following Toby's brave and foolish action!
The other three hunters had run with increasing haste as Mildred's fire fell quiet and the sounds of strange and wild animals grew louder. At any moment they were prepared to come around the corner and find their companions dead whilst some viscous beasts argued over the remains. Admittedly, with the lateness of the hour and the suddenness of the alarm, belief in the impossible wasn't far from their minds.
Meanwhile Mildred had lifted herself upon her knees, one hand still held her wrist as the bickering of her attackers went on, only now she was beginning to wonder why. The snarls, yips, growls, and assorted sounds very unfamiliar to Mildred's ears were far from making sense, though in later days she might come to piece the words among them.. But for now she did not look back, she needed to retrieve her weapon and guard her companions, and that is what she moved to do.
May:
Logan's move was not only anticipated but counted on by Timothy.
Every tree in the immediate area was Timothy's tool for the moment and Logan no sooner moved toward one than Timothy began to utilize it. With a quick kick Timothy caught the trunk between his legs and twisted his torso to thwart Logan's attempt! Using the stability of the tree behind him his body would become a slide, he need only direct the same weight with which Logan intended to crush him to instead send her off the cliff!
With a tree behind and Logan's body in front, Timothy knew he was guarded and that the others would not be able to get at his back. He did not let go with either his arms or teeth, but at any moment was prepared to release the tree.
******
Three shots rang in succession following Toby's brave and foolish action!
The other three hunters had run with increasing haste as Mildred's fire fell quiet and the sounds of strange and wild animals grew louder. At any moment they were prepared to come around the corner and find their companions dead whilst some viscous beasts argued over the remains. Admittedly, with the lateness of the hour and the suddenness of the alarm, belief in the impossible wasn't far from their minds.
Meanwhile Mildred had lifted herself upon her knees, one hand still held her wrist as the bickering of her attackers went on, only now she was beginning to wonder why. The snarls, yips, growls, and assorted sounds very unfamiliar to Mildred's ears were far from making sense, though in later days she might come to piece the words among them.. But for now she did not look back, she needed to retrieve her weapon and guard her companions, and that is what she moved to do.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:57 pmKaqurei:
Sabrina had decided that Timothy's tactic was to tire Logan before he struck, run her energy levels down so that when he struck, she would not be able to respond fast enough. Sabrina's goal was to cut him off, stop him before he was able to make such a move at the prime moment--but she had to calculate the distance between Logan and Timothy to preciseness before she could strike like that. As much as she wanted to keep Timothy from injuring or even possibly killing the stranger, Timothy himself was more valuable to her personally and she would not jeopardize his safety, even to that end. She would not make a move that would give Logan an advantage over Timothy, even to rescue her.
And then Timothy did it. He did it every moon, and always in a different way. He pulled a wild card, did the one thing she could not see coming, just before she was about to make her move. Sabrina felt her heart catch somewhere in her throat as he whirled like a snake on Logan, suddenly--too suddenly for tiring her to have ever been his objective. She'd been wrong, again--but there was no time for hesitation. Like some super computer, she watched the grab, predicted Logan's response even as it was occurring, and had to make a mental leap ahead to respond faster than whatever could happen next.
There was no time for a decision to be made, just action to be taken. She saw the cliff, she saw the swing, and it may have been just chance that her current position and previously planned course of action needed only minor editing to fit the new situation at hand. If not for that, there would have been no way for her to respond in time. As it was, she launched just a little earlier than she had anticipated and instead of catching Timothy, she collided into Logan.
Sabrina was very light of build and more agile than strong, but there had been a reason that her father had sent her to eliminate Gathen all those months ago... and it was not because she was a healer. Her movements were swift and calculated, she struck Logan at the precise angle and with exact balance to throw Logan's own weight and strength back into her, redirecting the force that would have carried the three of them off the cliff back in the direction it had come!
****
"Are yeh blinkin' mad?!" Levi shouted over his shoulder, watching Toby bound towards the hunters. He almost cried out to Chime to stop him, but it was already too late--if she tried that, even if Toby somehow miraculously managed not to get hit, she certainly would! "Chime! Quick! Help me get Theo down th' slope!"
Kaqurei:
Sabrina had decided that Timothy's tactic was to tire Logan before he struck, run her energy levels down so that when he struck, she would not be able to respond fast enough. Sabrina's goal was to cut him off, stop him before he was able to make such a move at the prime moment--but she had to calculate the distance between Logan and Timothy to preciseness before she could strike like that. As much as she wanted to keep Timothy from injuring or even possibly killing the stranger, Timothy himself was more valuable to her personally and she would not jeopardize his safety, even to that end. She would not make a move that would give Logan an advantage over Timothy, even to rescue her.
And then Timothy did it. He did it every moon, and always in a different way. He pulled a wild card, did the one thing she could not see coming, just before she was about to make her move. Sabrina felt her heart catch somewhere in her throat as he whirled like a snake on Logan, suddenly--too suddenly for tiring her to have ever been his objective. She'd been wrong, again--but there was no time for hesitation. Like some super computer, she watched the grab, predicted Logan's response even as it was occurring, and had to make a mental leap ahead to respond faster than whatever could happen next.
There was no time for a decision to be made, just action to be taken. She saw the cliff, she saw the swing, and it may have been just chance that her current position and previously planned course of action needed only minor editing to fit the new situation at hand. If not for that, there would have been no way for her to respond in time. As it was, she launched just a little earlier than she had anticipated and instead of catching Timothy, she collided into Logan.
Sabrina was very light of build and more agile than strong, but there had been a reason that her father had sent her to eliminate Gathen all those months ago... and it was not because she was a healer. Her movements were swift and calculated, she struck Logan at the precise angle and with exact balance to throw Logan's own weight and strength back into her, redirecting the force that would have carried the three of them off the cliff back in the direction it had come!
****
"Are yeh blinkin' mad?!" Levi shouted over his shoulder, watching Toby bound towards the hunters. He almost cried out to Chime to stop him, but it was already too late--if she tried that, even if Toby somehow miraculously managed not to get hit, she certainly would! "Chime! Quick! Help me get Theo down th' slope!"
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:57 pmAim:
If not for Theo, Chime would have panicked. Well, admittedly there were no questions asked. She was relieved that Levi was going to help, she wouldn't have known what to do if Toby had ran off and the spy left as well. She really hoped that Toby knew what he was doing, with those hunters. She, of course, had no idea what she was going to do but whatever it was would have insured the others safety.
As the three slots rung out, Chime turned to go to Levi, feeling worried for Toby and slightly sick as she looked at Theo.. oh, she hoped it wasn't as bad as it appeared. She looked at Levi, concerned filled her eyes. Now that the hunters were out of her mind, it filled with Theo's injury, they had to get him out of here.
Aim:
If not for Theo, Chime would have panicked. Well, admittedly there were no questions asked. She was relieved that Levi was going to help, she wouldn't have known what to do if Toby had ran off and the spy left as well. She really hoped that Toby knew what he was doing, with those hunters. She, of course, had no idea what she was going to do but whatever it was would have insured the others safety.
As the three slots rung out, Chime turned to go to Levi, feeling worried for Toby and slightly sick as she looked at Theo.. oh, she hoped it wasn't as bad as it appeared. She looked at Levi, concerned filled her eyes. Now that the hunters were out of her mind, it filled with Theo's injury, they had to get him out of here.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:58 pmSoar:
Theo wasn't sure how to feel about a situation that required Toby's heroics and required the rest of them to take flight into the woods. Was it that bad? Or was it really the only possible route the situation required? He brought an unblinking gaze down on Toby, looking over the omega as though wondering if there might be some unseen strength in his skinny limbs. "Thank you". He tried to say, but at that instant a wave of pain reared its ugly head and Theo didn't dare open his mouth. 'If we all get out of this,' Theo thought wildly,'Then I'll owe him a lot of books'.
Feeling about his useful as a sack of potatoes, Theo rolled to the side and tried to interweave one of his thickset arms over Levi's. He floundered for a while, smacking the prisoner accidentally a few times in the face before at last positioning himself properly. Now it might be easier for Levi and Chime to lift them and then high tail it out of there before Mildred's hunters came. From the sound of it, they were awfully close. He twitched his nose, trying to get a sense of their numbers and whereabouts in the air, only to notice there was no scent in the air at all. Theo was momentarily concerned, but another sharp jab of pain brought his mind to the immediate future.
"G-guuuyyys," he whimpered,"Run? Now. P-pleeaase?"
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Jackie might have gotten to the scene sooner, had it not been for a terribly misplaced tree root and a not-so-graceful fall. She righted herself almost instantly; but by which time, Timothy had already launched the first of his attacks. The werewolf was visibly startled, but after taking in the scene with a few soundless blinks, she prepared to launch herself into the mayhem.
Or so she might have, had not a white ghost collided into Logan first. All three Timothy, Logan, and the ghost in tow were sent spiraling in the opposite direction. Jackie was momentarily confused until her eyes settled on what she had missed earlier: a cliff. Timothy had not made this attack on an impulse; no it had been clearly calculated and predetermined. Some part of the young woman found herself bewildered, as such a move, without the ghost's intervention, would have mean Timothy's death just as much as Logan's. No foe would readily sacrifice himself for what seemed to be a random opponent. Unless...
But Jackie never finished such a thought. Her hackles raised, her teeth drew back into a feral snarl, and her eyes widened until their whites could be seen. The only thought that sped through her mind was one her pack member had almost been killed by the rogue. Any further thoughts on the eloquence of Timothy's plan were lost.
There was no hesitation as Jackie's full force barreled toward Timothy, intending to smash him into a nearby tree before he had the chance to readjust from his earlier collision. Her eyes were deadly slits and there was such conviction in her motion that she looked something similar to a snake in mid-strike. There was no thought in her mind, only instinct. And instinct was telling her to kill Timothy before he could kill one of hers first!
Soar:
Theo wasn't sure how to feel about a situation that required Toby's heroics and required the rest of them to take flight into the woods. Was it that bad? Or was it really the only possible route the situation required? He brought an unblinking gaze down on Toby, looking over the omega as though wondering if there might be some unseen strength in his skinny limbs. "Thank you". He tried to say, but at that instant a wave of pain reared its ugly head and Theo didn't dare open his mouth. 'If we all get out of this,' Theo thought wildly,'Then I'll owe him a lot of books'.
Feeling about his useful as a sack of potatoes, Theo rolled to the side and tried to interweave one of his thickset arms over Levi's. He floundered for a while, smacking the prisoner accidentally a few times in the face before at last positioning himself properly. Now it might be easier for Levi and Chime to lift them and then high tail it out of there before Mildred's hunters came. From the sound of it, they were awfully close. He twitched his nose, trying to get a sense of their numbers and whereabouts in the air, only to notice there was no scent in the air at all. Theo was momentarily concerned, but another sharp jab of pain brought his mind to the immediate future.
"G-guuuyyys," he whimpered,"Run? Now. P-pleeaase?"
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Jackie might have gotten to the scene sooner, had it not been for a terribly misplaced tree root and a not-so-graceful fall. She righted herself almost instantly; but by which time, Timothy had already launched the first of his attacks. The werewolf was visibly startled, but after taking in the scene with a few soundless blinks, she prepared to launch herself into the mayhem.
Or so she might have, had not a white ghost collided into Logan first. All three Timothy, Logan, and the ghost in tow were sent spiraling in the opposite direction. Jackie was momentarily confused until her eyes settled on what she had missed earlier: a cliff. Timothy had not made this attack on an impulse; no it had been clearly calculated and predetermined. Some part of the young woman found herself bewildered, as such a move, without the ghost's intervention, would have mean Timothy's death just as much as Logan's. No foe would readily sacrifice himself for what seemed to be a random opponent. Unless...
But Jackie never finished such a thought. Her hackles raised, her teeth drew back into a feral snarl, and her eyes widened until their whites could be seen. The only thought that sped through her mind was one her pack member had almost been killed by the rogue. Any further thoughts on the eloquence of Timothy's plan were lost.
There was no hesitation as Jackie's full force barreled toward Timothy, intending to smash him into a nearby tree before he had the chance to readjust from his earlier collision. Her eyes were deadly slits and there was such conviction in her motion that she looked something similar to a snake in mid-strike. There was no thought in her mind, only instinct. And instinct was telling her to kill Timothy before he could kill one of hers first!
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:58 pmDez:
One event after another occurred, so quickly so that there was no time for Logan to absorb anything going on and let alone react. Struck straight on by Sabrina, it took her a moment to catch her breath, and she found herself now kneeling on the ground. She reached behind herself, running a hand over the back of her neck to check if Timothy was still latched on. Bittersweet relief swept over as the only thing her hand came in contact with was the warm sticky liquid on her neck.
Now she had to reassess the situation - her sense of orientation had been completely thrown off. She stood quickly and, in doing so, a brief head rush came upon her. For that moment, everything became dark as her body worked to correct the change in blood pressure. Unfortunately her vision wasn't regained fast enough. Jackie was barreling towards Timothy, but Logan didn't realize this and being unable to see thought it was Timothy coming towards herself! As Jackie moved to pass, Logan twisted and lunged at her, throwing her weight over the other female and pinning her to the ground, at the same time clamping her jaw on the base of her neck, just where it met her right shoulder.
It was just after she began to tighten her grasp on the bone and flesh between her jaws that she regained her vision, and found herself looking down on not Timothy but Jackie. While the wolf didn't recognize her as Jackie, she knew it to be someone who was not entirely an enemy either.
First instinct might have been to let go, if Logan knew these wolves to be trustworthy. However, what if Jackie decided to retaliate? Or if one of the others moved to protect her? Her ears pinned back and while she loosened her grip just so it wasn't crushing, she otherwise remained unmoving. She was put in the situation of letting go, and avoiding doing any more harm to the other werewolf, but in doing so she would leave herself vulnerable should the others find the attack intentional. So she held her position until there was any clear indicator she should do otherwise.
Dez:
One event after another occurred, so quickly so that there was no time for Logan to absorb anything going on and let alone react. Struck straight on by Sabrina, it took her a moment to catch her breath, and she found herself now kneeling on the ground. She reached behind herself, running a hand over the back of her neck to check if Timothy was still latched on. Bittersweet relief swept over as the only thing her hand came in contact with was the warm sticky liquid on her neck.
Now she had to reassess the situation - her sense of orientation had been completely thrown off. She stood quickly and, in doing so, a brief head rush came upon her. For that moment, everything became dark as her body worked to correct the change in blood pressure. Unfortunately her vision wasn't regained fast enough. Jackie was barreling towards Timothy, but Logan didn't realize this and being unable to see thought it was Timothy coming towards herself! As Jackie moved to pass, Logan twisted and lunged at her, throwing her weight over the other female and pinning her to the ground, at the same time clamping her jaw on the base of her neck, just where it met her right shoulder.
It was just after she began to tighten her grasp on the bone and flesh between her jaws that she regained her vision, and found herself looking down on not Timothy but Jackie. While the wolf didn't recognize her as Jackie, she knew it to be someone who was not entirely an enemy either.
First instinct might have been to let go, if Logan knew these wolves to be trustworthy. However, what if Jackie decided to retaliate? Or if one of the others moved to protect her? Her ears pinned back and while she loosened her grip just so it wasn't crushing, she otherwise remained unmoving. She was put in the situation of letting go, and avoiding doing any more harm to the other werewolf, but in doing so she would leave herself vulnerable should the others find the attack intentional. So she held her position until there was any clear indicator she should do otherwise.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:58 pmMay:
Astonishingly, Timothy had released Logan on his own. Perhaps it was because he knew his attempt had failed and found that he would now be vulnerable, or perhaps the deceptive rogue was seizing the opportunity to regain his stance for another unexpected assault. Whatever the unknown purpose or cunningly conceived plan, Timothy retreated.
Sabrina had succeeded in countering the strength of Timothy's opponent, and as Logan began to fall toward the level side of the earth, Timothy bounded off her in an instant. Yet even as he hit the ground he would not have seen Jackie's oncoming attack.
Logan had retaliated on Jackie! Timothy stood with his ears focused forward and his eyes keen. He had known Jackie's intentions were trained on him, yet Logan had intercepted it. If any part of the lad was taken aback, it was washed away quickly, for he did not consider Logan's actions to have saved him and hoped that with this, Jackie would once again view Logan as the enemy. But Timothy would not have the opportunity to utilize his new advantage, for moments later his ears would pin back and his eyes widen at the sight and sound which had inevitably come!
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The Alpha kept his eyes on each member from behind while continuing forward.
As the scene unfolded Kratos noted the moment that Timothy attacked Logan, and saw through the darkness and bramble the opportunity Sabrina had to take the rogue down but did not. He saw Jackie stumble, and then rise again, her hackles raised and an action to be taken.
What the Alpha did not see, he instead heard, for the sounds of his pack members one against the other littered the air; The screams and howls, snarling and growling, thrashing and scrambling heard from the area smote and enraged the Alpha's heart, driving him and yet it was his to own.
Kratos arrived at the scene in the same moment Logan came down upon Jackie, and in that moment such a terrible and fierce sound sundered the air!
The great black werewolf came suddenly and swiftly forward through the thickets, and as he did he rose upon his feet and laid bare his teeth! A powerful and demanding growl rumbled from within as he stood, and then his voice came like thunder! Deep and commanding, a bark and a shout all at once with a simple and direct meaning.
"Stop it!!"
*********
Ulric arrived alongside the Alpha, his ears laid back at the sound, yet he did not cower as Timothy. His head was held high and his eyes narrowed, the fur upon his chest wavy and clean. Fierce and terrible was the Alpha beside him, yet Ulric seemed almost majestic with energy afresh to enforce and obey. His loyalty he had given to his brother, whether trusted or otherwise, and he would not forsake.
The other members of the pack stood at various positions at the edge of the cliff, and Ulric could not guess to which one Kratos might direct his wrath. He thought for a moment that it would be Timothy, but the Alpha seemed to look upon all with disapproval and anger. Then came Kratos' voice deep and firm, coming as if out of the darkness, for Ulric could only see his yellow eyes against the blackness of the trees.
"Whether you can understand my words or not, none of you are animals." The breathing of the Alpha was steady and sure, the sound alone being a testament to his physical might. "That you should so easily cause each other to bleed be ashamed! Why do you seek to kill and lay low the only people on this earth that will ever again call you family?! Get up out of the dirt, now!"
May:
Astonishingly, Timothy had released Logan on his own. Perhaps it was because he knew his attempt had failed and found that he would now be vulnerable, or perhaps the deceptive rogue was seizing the opportunity to regain his stance for another unexpected assault. Whatever the unknown purpose or cunningly conceived plan, Timothy retreated.
Sabrina had succeeded in countering the strength of Timothy's opponent, and as Logan began to fall toward the level side of the earth, Timothy bounded off her in an instant. Yet even as he hit the ground he would not have seen Jackie's oncoming attack.
Logan had retaliated on Jackie! Timothy stood with his ears focused forward and his eyes keen. He had known Jackie's intentions were trained on him, yet Logan had intercepted it. If any part of the lad was taken aback, it was washed away quickly, for he did not consider Logan's actions to have saved him and hoped that with this, Jackie would once again view Logan as the enemy. But Timothy would not have the opportunity to utilize his new advantage, for moments later his ears would pin back and his eyes widen at the sight and sound which had inevitably come!
*********
The Alpha kept his eyes on each member from behind while continuing forward.
As the scene unfolded Kratos noted the moment that Timothy attacked Logan, and saw through the darkness and bramble the opportunity Sabrina had to take the rogue down but did not. He saw Jackie stumble, and then rise again, her hackles raised and an action to be taken.
What the Alpha did not see, he instead heard, for the sounds of his pack members one against the other littered the air; The screams and howls, snarling and growling, thrashing and scrambling heard from the area smote and enraged the Alpha's heart, driving him and yet it was his to own.
Kratos arrived at the scene in the same moment Logan came down upon Jackie, and in that moment such a terrible and fierce sound sundered the air!
The great black werewolf came suddenly and swiftly forward through the thickets, and as he did he rose upon his feet and laid bare his teeth! A powerful and demanding growl rumbled from within as he stood, and then his voice came like thunder! Deep and commanding, a bark and a shout all at once with a simple and direct meaning.
"Stop it!!"
*********
Ulric arrived alongside the Alpha, his ears laid back at the sound, yet he did not cower as Timothy. His head was held high and his eyes narrowed, the fur upon his chest wavy and clean. Fierce and terrible was the Alpha beside him, yet Ulric seemed almost majestic with energy afresh to enforce and obey. His loyalty he had given to his brother, whether trusted or otherwise, and he would not forsake.
The other members of the pack stood at various positions at the edge of the cliff, and Ulric could not guess to which one Kratos might direct his wrath. He thought for a moment that it would be Timothy, but the Alpha seemed to look upon all with disapproval and anger. Then came Kratos' voice deep and firm, coming as if out of the darkness, for Ulric could only see his yellow eyes against the blackness of the trees.
"Whether you can understand my words or not, none of you are animals." The breathing of the Alpha was steady and sure, the sound alone being a testament to his physical might. "That you should so easily cause each other to bleed be ashamed! Why do you seek to kill and lay low the only people on this earth that will ever again call you family?! Get up out of the dirt, now!"
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:58 pmDez:
The grey and white wolf did not hesitate even for a moment. She released Jackie, backing away just slightly before standing slowly and cautiously. Her eyes did not leave the Alpha from the instant he stormed into the area.
Kratos spoke, and the wolf stared on. A character of instinct, fear and malice, it had no understanding, let alone consideration for his words, but they did not go completely unheard. Somewhere in the deep of it's mind, Logan's own being stirred.
"-the only people on this earth that will ever again call you family?!"
What Logan may have thought in the depths of her mind might have been different from what the wolf felt, but their pain and loss was shared, and so it was the Alpha had triggered a connection between her wolf and being so that their desires became one in the same. Her ears perked up, and now she broke her gaze on the Alpha, her eyes shifting quickly from one point to another. While she wouldn't hesitate to retaliate should one of the others attack, she wasn't out for blood at this point. Rather, something was lost, and now her wolf sought to find it, though knew not what it was looking for. Only that there was an emptiness that had suddenly made home in it's heart.
With the previous events all but pushed aside completely, the violet eyes came upon each member of the pack in searching, they stayed for no more than a second. And now she tested the airs, looking for any scent of familiarity on the wind, but anything beyond the immediate area was masked by the scent of the strangers and the scent of blood.
These strangers.. if not a threat, who were they and what was their purpose and intention? Then, Logan opened her mouth, not in snarl or growl or bite or bark, but clumsy and quiet as it was, she uttered one word in the form of a question, "Grandfather?".
Dez:
The grey and white wolf did not hesitate even for a moment. She released Jackie, backing away just slightly before standing slowly and cautiously. Her eyes did not leave the Alpha from the instant he stormed into the area.
Kratos spoke, and the wolf stared on. A character of instinct, fear and malice, it had no understanding, let alone consideration for his words, but they did not go completely unheard. Somewhere in the deep of it's mind, Logan's own being stirred.
"-the only people on this earth that will ever again call you family?!"
What Logan may have thought in the depths of her mind might have been different from what the wolf felt, but their pain and loss was shared, and so it was the Alpha had triggered a connection between her wolf and being so that their desires became one in the same. Her ears perked up, and now she broke her gaze on the Alpha, her eyes shifting quickly from one point to another. While she wouldn't hesitate to retaliate should one of the others attack, she wasn't out for blood at this point. Rather, something was lost, and now her wolf sought to find it, though knew not what it was looking for. Only that there was an emptiness that had suddenly made home in it's heart.
With the previous events all but pushed aside completely, the violet eyes came upon each member of the pack in searching, they stayed for no more than a second. And now she tested the airs, looking for any scent of familiarity on the wind, but anything beyond the immediate area was masked by the scent of the strangers and the scent of blood.
These strangers.. if not a threat, who were they and what was their purpose and intention? Then, Logan opened her mouth, not in snarl or growl or bite or bark, but clumsy and quiet as it was, she uttered one word in the form of a question, "Grandfather?".
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:58 pmKaqurei:
Sabrina had not had the time she needed to calculate a landing, thus she hit the dirt rather gracelessly and rolled a short distance before she was able to regain control. Ah, few things in life could compare with how much she despised losing control, even over something so simple as a slide. But she dealt with it in a second, and used the momentum to twirl back up to her feet. A certain wildness entered her eyes that instant Jackie made her lunge towards Timothy, and she shot between the two with raised hackles and a defensive stance even as Logan caught her. Though the snarl twisting Sabrina's muzzle relaxed after Logan's move, that wildness did not entirely leave her golden eyes.
Panting hard from her exertion, her muzzle half open, she moved an intense stare down from Jackie and Logan up towards Kratos. She shot a glance back at Timothy. Then she looked at Kratos again. Slowly, she raised herself up to stand bipedally. Just as slowly, her defensive stance lessened, but in body language she was still clearly guarded. Again, her eyes darted back towards Timothy, then decidedly not at Jackie and Logan, and back at Kratos.
Kratos' words struck a chord with her as they had Logan, even the same line, but for perhaps entirely different reasons. The emotion that surfaced in her chest at the words was anger, and then something like hunger. Both were directed at an image that came to her mind... a familiar image, a woman with dishevelled ruddy hair, kneeling in a cage, tears streaming down her dirty face. Sometimes she would be hurt, sometimes bleeding. Of course they would console her. And he would embrace her and tell her he was always there for her. No one thought it was right she had to be treated like that. It wasn't her fault. She was just afraid, she couldn't control it, is what they said. And in the evening she would be clean, her hair set, her wounds dressed. She would prepare dinner, and she would smile, laugh, hug and kiss... and everyone would pretend it had never happened. But it did happen. It happened every moon.
But she cast the image and any meaning from her mind. Before Timothy could move, she turned to him and exclaimed fiercely, "You will stay! Before the last moon you proclaimed him your Alpha, his word is your law! You will not disobey him again!"
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Levi did not look back as the three shots split the air. Toby was on his own now--with any luck, he knew what he was doing... with any luck, he had some luck to begin with and hadn't been hit! No one could stay or find out, lest every one of them be shot dead in the confusion. So he led Theo and Chime on as quickly as he dared push the former as they continued down the mountain slope.
"Jest a little futher nu," he panted. He felt like he was running on static electricity instead of lifeblood. Any movement in the woods or sound from in front or behind had his heart lurch to his throat. The first time it was just some small animal which he never got a chance to see. The next time it was a pair of startled does bounding across their path--and that was good, if they were moving quiet enough to not startle the deer until they were upon them, that was very good indeed. Only... he didn't think that they were moving that quietly. His step faltered a little and he glanced uncertainly at Theo, but continued moving.
The way the does had come, and their manner of bounding... it almost seemed like they had been driven towards the oncoming wolves--or that they were fleeing something else when they had misfortune to come upon them. The thought was disconcerting, but Levi brushed it from his mind. His hiding place was just a short ways ahead now. They could get there and rest. Just a little further.
Kaqurei:
Sabrina had not had the time she needed to calculate a landing, thus she hit the dirt rather gracelessly and rolled a short distance before she was able to regain control. Ah, few things in life could compare with how much she despised losing control, even over something so simple as a slide. But she dealt with it in a second, and used the momentum to twirl back up to her feet. A certain wildness entered her eyes that instant Jackie made her lunge towards Timothy, and she shot between the two with raised hackles and a defensive stance even as Logan caught her. Though the snarl twisting Sabrina's muzzle relaxed after Logan's move, that wildness did not entirely leave her golden eyes.
Panting hard from her exertion, her muzzle half open, she moved an intense stare down from Jackie and Logan up towards Kratos. She shot a glance back at Timothy. Then she looked at Kratos again. Slowly, she raised herself up to stand bipedally. Just as slowly, her defensive stance lessened, but in body language she was still clearly guarded. Again, her eyes darted back towards Timothy, then decidedly not at Jackie and Logan, and back at Kratos.
Kratos' words struck a chord with her as they had Logan, even the same line, but for perhaps entirely different reasons. The emotion that surfaced in her chest at the words was anger, and then something like hunger. Both were directed at an image that came to her mind... a familiar image, a woman with dishevelled ruddy hair, kneeling in a cage, tears streaming down her dirty face. Sometimes she would be hurt, sometimes bleeding. Of course they would console her. And he would embrace her and tell her he was always there for her. No one thought it was right she had to be treated like that. It wasn't her fault. She was just afraid, she couldn't control it, is what they said. And in the evening she would be clean, her hair set, her wounds dressed. She would prepare dinner, and she would smile, laugh, hug and kiss... and everyone would pretend it had never happened. But it did happen. It happened every moon.
But she cast the image and any meaning from her mind. Before Timothy could move, she turned to him and exclaimed fiercely, "You will stay! Before the last moon you proclaimed him your Alpha, his word is your law! You will not disobey him again!"
****
Levi did not look back as the three shots split the air. Toby was on his own now--with any luck, he knew what he was doing... with any luck, he had some luck to begin with and hadn't been hit! No one could stay or find out, lest every one of them be shot dead in the confusion. So he led Theo and Chime on as quickly as he dared push the former as they continued down the mountain slope.
"Jest a little futher nu," he panted. He felt like he was running on static electricity instead of lifeblood. Any movement in the woods or sound from in front or behind had his heart lurch to his throat. The first time it was just some small animal which he never got a chance to see. The next time it was a pair of startled does bounding across their path--and that was good, if they were moving quiet enough to not startle the deer until they were upon them, that was very good indeed. Only... he didn't think that they were moving that quietly. His step faltered a little and he glanced uncertainly at Theo, but continued moving.
The way the does had come, and their manner of bounding... it almost seemed like they had been driven towards the oncoming wolves--or that they were fleeing something else when they had misfortune to come upon them. The thought was disconcerting, but Levi brushed it from his mind. His hiding place was just a short ways ahead now. They could get there and rest. Just a little further.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:59 pmIndy:
Even while pinned by Logan, Jackie’s demeanor did not change. Her lips were still drawn back to reveal pointed teeth, spittle foaming at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes still contained the same unreasonable fire in them. As she thrashed helplessly under Logan’s grip—not hurting the fellow pack mate, but certainly not being gentle about it—she seemed livid to be free. There was no doubt about it; if she had been freed at just that instant, she would have continued where she left off with Timothy.
It was Kratos that changed her conviction. Though not readily apparent, as she was still snarling and spitting a harsh animal sound, her struggle no longer seemed as animated. As Logan released her, she did not make a ready grab at Timothy, but rather stood proud and indignant like some exotic ruffled bird. Yet for all that attitude, she did not look at Kratos once. Her eyes remained fixed at her paws.
There was a feeling burning in her chest. She couldn’t name it. It was not something that neither the wolf in her nor the human in her had ever experienced before; or rather, never thought much of. It was like she had stood in the sunshine too long and now her cheeks felt rosy and sunburned; but it was cold outside and she could not connect the sensation to its cause.
’ Why do you seek to kill and lay low the only people on this earth that will ever again call you family?! Get up out of the dirt, now!’ -- the voice was repeating even now, long after the alpha had spoken it.
She tried to dislodge the mental parasite, but it would not budge. It was a leech to her mind, sucking away every other thought so only Kratos’ voice remained.
To the wolf, it meant pack. It meant comradery and protection and a collective that must be maintained. The alphas word was law. If Timothy was to be considered a part of this pack, then this law must be obeyed. That she had acted on her own behalf, a behalf that was not with this will, was a sickening sensation.
To the human, it meant more. She had meant to attack Timothy in self-protection to her packmate (or was it, perhaps, friend? But Jackie could venture so far as to admit that word even in her own mind). But that was not the feeling that had swept her in that moment. No, it had been pure bloodlust; unfocused and primal, with no reason beyond a simple shortsighted goal. Logan had been little more than an object in this matter; her preservation was an act of preserving what was hers and ensuring what was hers was not taken from her.
More frighteningly, the savagery had not come entirely from animal instinct; the wolf had been content to protect the pack, but otherwise had little interest in pursuing a rogue to the ends of the earth. That had been the human in her who had felt the euphoria of the chase, the consideration of future chases with little regard to family and pack, and the sick satisfaction in thinking what blood may her hands lay waste to. To break and to destroy—that was all human.
Ah. The human finally found a word to the feeling. Shame
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“Define….. A. Little…. Nnng… Farther”
If ever Theo had wanted to explain what running through a forest for your life after being shot in the leg, he would have described it as “awful and painful”. Given more time to consider, he would have explained it to be the feeling a deer might have from a hunter. Given even more time, he would have become a vegetarian and vowed off animal suffering forever.
Because Theo, at that moment, was not having the great of time. Each little jolt felt like a sharp electric shock. He had half a mind to whine and moan and demand Levi handle the situation with more care, but that is where the “running for your life” prevented such noisy outbursts. As far as a “worst case scenario” went, he was convinced the trio had hit rock bottom.
Indy:
Even while pinned by Logan, Jackie’s demeanor did not change. Her lips were still drawn back to reveal pointed teeth, spittle foaming at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes still contained the same unreasonable fire in them. As she thrashed helplessly under Logan’s grip—not hurting the fellow pack mate, but certainly not being gentle about it—she seemed livid to be free. There was no doubt about it; if she had been freed at just that instant, she would have continued where she left off with Timothy.
It was Kratos that changed her conviction. Though not readily apparent, as she was still snarling and spitting a harsh animal sound, her struggle no longer seemed as animated. As Logan released her, she did not make a ready grab at Timothy, but rather stood proud and indignant like some exotic ruffled bird. Yet for all that attitude, she did not look at Kratos once. Her eyes remained fixed at her paws.
There was a feeling burning in her chest. She couldn’t name it. It was not something that neither the wolf in her nor the human in her had ever experienced before; or rather, never thought much of. It was like she had stood in the sunshine too long and now her cheeks felt rosy and sunburned; but it was cold outside and she could not connect the sensation to its cause.
’ Why do you seek to kill and lay low the only people on this earth that will ever again call you family?! Get up out of the dirt, now!’ -- the voice was repeating even now, long after the alpha had spoken it.
She tried to dislodge the mental parasite, but it would not budge. It was a leech to her mind, sucking away every other thought so only Kratos’ voice remained.
To the wolf, it meant pack. It meant comradery and protection and a collective that must be maintained. The alphas word was law. If Timothy was to be considered a part of this pack, then this law must be obeyed. That she had acted on her own behalf, a behalf that was not with this will, was a sickening sensation.
To the human, it meant more. She had meant to attack Timothy in self-protection to her packmate (or was it, perhaps, friend? But Jackie could venture so far as to admit that word even in her own mind). But that was not the feeling that had swept her in that moment. No, it had been pure bloodlust; unfocused and primal, with no reason beyond a simple shortsighted goal. Logan had been little more than an object in this matter; her preservation was an act of preserving what was hers and ensuring what was hers was not taken from her.
More frighteningly, the savagery had not come entirely from animal instinct; the wolf had been content to protect the pack, but otherwise had little interest in pursuing a rogue to the ends of the earth. That had been the human in her who had felt the euphoria of the chase, the consideration of future chases with little regard to family and pack, and the sick satisfaction in thinking what blood may her hands lay waste to. To break and to destroy—that was all human.
Ah. The human finally found a word to the feeling. Shame
---
“Define….. A. Little…. Nnng… Farther”
If ever Theo had wanted to explain what running through a forest for your life after being shot in the leg, he would have described it as “awful and painful”. Given more time to consider, he would have explained it to be the feeling a deer might have from a hunter. Given even more time, he would have become a vegetarian and vowed off animal suffering forever.
Because Theo, at that moment, was not having the great of time. Each little jolt felt like a sharp electric shock. He had half a mind to whine and moan and demand Levi handle the situation with more care, but that is where the “running for your life” prevented such noisy outbursts. As far as a “worst case scenario” went, he was convinced the trio had hit rock bottom.
