Shadow stalker, ghost of the forest

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Wren
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Shadow stalker, ghost of the forest Aug 4, 2013 23:32:14 GMT -5

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Post by Wren on Aug 4, 2013 23:32:14 GMT -5

Just a day… just an ordinary. But she was looking to the sky. Looking up to the sky of cerulean. Fluffy clouds of cumulus float across the vast heavens. Jade iris rimmed in black turned towards the heavens. Silted against the sun, she could taste another scent upon the breeze. Pausing, as that scent was palpable. Her heavy pink tongue draws along her black gums. Licking her self in thought. Now she summons all her wit and every trick she knows to hide. Running through the forests trees, brushing against rocks. Spreading her scent about the forest’ glen. To try and throw the one who followed her off her trail. She double backs along her trail and see’s her efforts fail. Someone was tracking her. But who was tracking her? Why? Had she crossed some border she should not have? Invaded a land that was owned by another.

Wren would freeze in terror as she came to a tree that had distinctive claw and scent marks on the great bark of the tree. Eyes widen, oh she had crossed into another’s territory unknown, uninvited. Frozen still, silence at her side that haunts the place that Piashi used to walk. He was the song that night birds sing. The mottled grey female’s chest heaves in panic. Dark fears rising to the surface. What had she done? Paranoia crept into her mind, taunting her ’Worthless little bird, they will run you off…you are weak, pathetic. Unwanted” the voice taunts.

”I AM NOT” a sudden outburst, breaking the silence. Giving away her location. Her heart thrummed faster as blood rushed in her ears. Wren would bolt like a caribou being chased. As if someone was nipping at her heels. Her brain teased her ”A future filled with suffering is all you deserve” her mind was numb and she could scarcely find her way in the forest. She caught the cry of another wolf. Anguish filled her as she came back to that veil she had fled. In her panic she had came full circle back to that forest veil. For a moment she pants and looks about, no place to hide in the open veil of the forest but there was a rock. Bounding and then leaping up onto the rock the she wolf perches herself on her haunches. The wind shifting through the forest dense canopy. Whispering wind is all she hears for a moment in her ears as she closed her eyes and found herself.

Ground and centered, listening with her ears as her mind quiets. Trying to block out her greatest enemy, herself. Upon that outcropping of fallen rock, Wren looked like an angel; she walked and talked like angel. Instead of fleeing this time, she was sitting on the highest pile of fallen rocks she could. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the tranquility of the forest to be pierced with violence. The boulder was large enough for two wolves to perch on. Easily they would have been able to jump up on this fallen rock. Wren was perched so that if the one who had been tracking might have to look up at her. Giving her a more dominant position by sitting on the rock.

The female wolf’s ear twitched, jerking in a spasm as the sound of blood rushing slowed in her ears. Translucent jade orbs steeled her for what was coming. Was it a pack? A rogue? A lone wolf, she did not know. But she could hear and smell them coming, trying to desperately bottle fear before it could be tasted. Once another smelled fear, they knew, they held a higher position than you did. Voices softly teased at her mind as she sat in sound silence. The occasional flicker of her ear. Not much longer now….the forest ghost waited.

Her paws shift on the rock, it was smooth under her thickened paw pads. Hard and solid. Able to hold her weight. Her grey, white and black tail curled around her. So she was a vision of loveliness sitting there. The well built female held an air of mystery about her. Ears flick forward. The sound of paws coming closer, carried on the breeze was the unknown scent. That broad chest rises and falls with each baited breath. Those jade hued eyes spoke before she ever had to speak "Where am I" her eyes would ask.

Last Edit: Aug 5, 2013 19:06:40 GMT -5 by Wren

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Shadow stalker, ghost of the forest Aug 7, 2013 3:23:37 GMT -5

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Post by Beta Fell on Aug 7, 2013 3:23:37 GMT -5

The secret side of me...

Stop lying around here fool...let it caress you...let us caress your mind...don't you want to be supreme? Stop protecting the weak. They are inferior. Make them crumble beneath you, to quiver at the very sight of you as your gaze reminds them of their healing wounds. Do it, do it, you imbecile! "Silence, demons." Lapping at the nearly vacant stream, his hushed whisper held no power to them as their crooked fangs nearly gnawed him apart from the inside, a silent yet deafening howl echoing throughout in an attempt to take control. While they undid the chains, the only physical evidence of their internal battle being the ebony coat drenched in his very sweat, a call broke the last gripping link, the fragile chain scraping down the walls until it too joined its metallic brothers. "Who dares enters my land without permission?" Monstrous steps crossed the land, the wind forcefully split as the ebony bullet shot through the endless, entwining trees. The scent was harshly strong, the impudent odor filling his nostrils to the point that it made him nearly ill. Not only did the ignorant beast cross his borders but it dared to mark the area it stood. Hell's gates opened, amber eyes became enraged, flames nearly flickering within, his speed only heightened. You will die today.

Even in such a state, the presence of another did not go unnoticed, even upon the jagged boulder. It was not the did not see her, it was that he simply did not care. "Come to me, bastard." Ugly pools of dirt brown were hardly visible in the woods across from his current position, the center point being the very rock to his left, the loner just another spectator. Cackling, its laughter hoarse and prickly, the rogue with dirt-colored eyes emerged, its raggedly form bold before him. "Answer me, filth, why do you come here? Did you think I would let you off with a free pass, to return to whatever fucking worm hole you slithered from? I will kill you. Skin you and send your heart back to your leader in your very skull. You will beg for death once you've witnessed Hell's wrath, b*tch. Now, come, so I may be-rid this world of your very crude presence. Meet your maker." Filth are always ignorance cretins. And so he came, the rogue blinded by its hidden agenda, charging forward blindly in a nearly rabid rage. So it came, so it fell.

(A/N: Warning : This was a bit dark for me, a bit, but just an author's note for those who may pop in to read, please only read the below at your own discretion. No complains, for you have been warned.)

It's wheezed plea fell onto deaf ears as the jaws tightened about its wind pipe, a hold it nearly ran into, its offender only needing to take one step forward to snatch him from his sprint. Dropped, its body froze, body put into the pitiful submission. "P-Please..." again air was taken from him, breathing now only a privilege, the ebony paw crushing as the his muzzle neared his eyes. "No!" His only reply was a breathy snicker, the Beta's warm breath upon his nape sending a horrid chill down his spine. From that direction, ragged canines dug themselves into the fragile fur around the eyes, the beast against speaking, "Tell me your reasoning for crossing. Now. Bloody Hell, stop that insolent whaling or I will rip your tongue out and shove it down your throat." Though the crying continued, it was dialed down enough for speech to be fairly audible, the rogue immobilized and feeling that should he answer, mercy may prevail, "Bantu. I met Bantu. He told me that if I could do s-something, anything...I-I..." "He rejected you, worm, didn't he..? Didn't he?! ...And now he sends me his scrap? Don't f*ck with me. I'd make you suffer further, but I have matters to attend to. Return to the ground you were born from." In one swift moment Fell's canines pulled back, scraping the skull and nearly scalping the whelp beneath him, skin completely scraped away from the nape. When fur did not follow, the action was repeated until the top was only blood and bone. Although the scalping was not as efficient with just jaws, Fell found his canines a fine tool when ripping out the filth's tail, the bloody creature still alive somehow during the process. Its painful wails taken in greedily, as if it were a drug to the ebony demon, Fell upheld his early promise, rounding back to the trespasser's face. Even as its body became almost numb from the pain, the rogue's mouth moved in an attempt to speak, silently pleading.

Fell.

Damn, a deep exhale became mixed in the creature's apparent wailing, its body now flopping about, each limb broken and bent backwards, to make it seem like the worm Fell saw it as. What was I doing? ... Rip out his tongue. Make him swallow it. Now! You fool! This is what you want! ... Oh...hmmm... another sigh escaped, the Beta's chains ever so slowly clasping again, the beast squirming as it ever so slowly became swallowed into a familiar darkness. Yet, this worm deserves no mercy. Die. Neck limp, a crimson liquid escaped from the inflicted puncture wounds, its metallic taste harsh upon his tongue, proof none had been a dream. Allowing the corpse to fall, the Beta merely sat, observing the damage and using his rugged tongue to clean himself of the trespasser's own filth. Eventually, amber slits fell upon the boulder, curious if the bystander stayed to watch. Either way, it did not matter much, what was done was done, he would punish himself later.

"Evening, loner. I am Beta Fell. I apologize for the gory scene. First I must ask, for I will not permit tricksters..." mimicking those of the earlier beast, though in truth they were supposedly the same person, his mini-orbs of Hell fire fluttered the fae's way, a strict, frightened gaze about them, "are you with Bantu?"

I never let you see...

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Last Edit: Aug 7, 2013 3:40:15 GMT -5 by Beta Fell

Wren
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Shadow stalker, ghost of the forest Aug 7, 2013 6:52:59 GMT -5

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Post by Wren on Aug 7, 2013 6:52:59 GMT -5

Her weight shifts on the rock, her inner voice whispering in a trepid manner as the walls of her prison slammed down. Mentally repeating the mantra that she had heard as a young pup ”Ground and center, do it girl. Tame that talent wild” there was her stalker, the rogue wolf that she thought was insane for chasing her, who was insane. Wide unblinking jade eyes narrow and she shifted her shoulder forward, ready to lunge off the rock and throw herself at the mangy wolf. But another came…monstrous wolf of inky black. For a split second her breath hitched in her lungs seeing Fell or as her mind softly whispered ”Nuit Noire” meaning black night. For the large wolf of midnight stirred the inner voice with his "Tell me your reasoning for crossing. Now. Bloody Hell, stop that insolent whaling or I will rip your tongue and shove it down your throat."

Wren could not help herself, a paw raised a moment to her face, almost as if she was giggling into it like a giddy school girl. But no sound escaped her throat. No giggle bubbled forth, just the rub of her paw against the side of her muzzle. Watching with intent jade hues as the rogue and Fell were engaged in one another. The mottled gray wolf could have used this time to flee, to escape from the wrath of Fell, for she too had crossed his borders unasked, unwanted.Instinct told her she should be afraid and run for the borderline. But will and mentality told her otherwise. Reverently those orbs of glittering jade would watch, as the powerful black shadow wolf would crush the muzzle of the one who whimpered on the ground. The squalling as Fell ripped the tail from the intruder. Her jaw grits and those eyes narrow almost, a smirk tugging on her lips as crimson fluid splattered, the ground before her and covered the maw of Nuit Noire.

The ground was sated in the blood of crimson, the broken wolf lay before her and its killer had turned his blazing hell fire gaze upon her. Her head cocks to the right. Ear jerking as he spoke, "Evening, loner. I am Beta Fell. I apologize for the gory scene. First I must ask, for I will not permit tricksters... "are you with Bantu?" there was a feral quality about her. Something wild and free in her voice when she spoke, hinting that she belonged to no one but herself, to no over lord did she bow. ”Bantu….Bantu..” she looked amused, as if she was thinking over the name if she knew the illusive one. Who had sent this rogue, the one who had tracked her trail and laid dead upon the forests bosom. Wrapped in mother earth’s embrace. Both ears flick and she gave a languid stretch, laying down that rock. Taking time to answer ”Oh Bantu! as if the namesake had suddenly came upon her, jarring her memory.
A shrug of graceful shoulders, and she tossed her head. Shaking it, smiling as those green hued eyes came to red on smoldering red caters. ”Can’t say that I am….should I be…Fell?” her voice was husky, like silk rustling against a rock. Soft and sweet sounding. Amusement at him written in her eyes as she’d lower her head to lick one of her shapely paws. Purposely she lets the silence haunt the air; having answered his questioned.

Her inner voice wrapped around her mind slowly as the shadows were able to cast long and hard against the walls. ”He speaks to us… the voices whisper softly to Wren’s ears. ”We must have him for our own evil they came again and she silently growled. Inside a snarling wolf. Two wolves doing battle with each other, and the one that wins. Is the one she feeds. ”Hush, we do not know him, though least he is not a white one” she commands the inner voice, quietly it does not rebut, dying as Wren won the battle for the moment.