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[OPEN] Wolf Crying

Enyo Posts: 27
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Mare :: Unicorn :: 14hh :: 2
Onei :: Gyrfalcon :: None M.E.
#1

You watch a grey nose twitch, a grey pelt tremble in the new-morning light; you watch a pair of yellow wolf’s-eyes scavenge a barren wood, searching for scraps, the wasted bones of a victim of the winter. You watch—and wonder how such a tiny creature like yourself could take down a beast such as that.

It had stung to know how great your sister has become, without you. It still stings to think about, a hot, bubbling shame in the back of your throat and eyes every time you think about it. You’re not sure if it’s safe to face Father again until you’ve come to your senses—until you’ve become equally as great, just as worthy of praise as the cunning predator that has come to be your sibling.

This is a young wolf, a stringy creature cast from its pack, slender and near-death. You watch its unsteady gait and think—yes, you can do this! How difficult could it possibly be to take down a mangy, ragged mutt who already scratches the door to Death’s hearth? It should be easy. It would be a disgrace, in all actuality—but you need to kill something, and fast, so it’ll have to do.

You gulp as you watch the poor beast browse, swallowing down an unwelcome flutter in your nerves, a wiggling in your gut that sets your heart pounding. You try to ignore the screaming in your nerves, that shouting of NO coursing through your veins—you ignore it, stifling it with a pillow, willing it to shrivel and die and leave you with peace and courage and focus, those mighty things a hunter possesses.  And you are a hunter--just keep telling yourself that. You’re a hunter, you’re a hunter, you’re a hunter, you’re a hunter, you’re a—

You take a step forward.

You know—immediately-- that it’s a mistake.

The wolf snaps its head toward the sound, its cunning, hungry eyes resting upon—you. Your delicious bones, your tender foal-meat. You know, instantly, that you are a prime choice for prey for the wolf.

You swear you had had a game-plan—you promise you had thought it through beforehand, had calculated your every step, your every move in order to slay the beast. But now you’re standing, frozen, in the still gaze of the yearling wolf. You stare at each other, hearts beating fast, nerves standing still, tense; a wild thought crosses your mind, a disgraceful, hopeful thought that it will decide to turn away and scurry from sight, and there will be no altercation, after all.

You begin to run away. Because, of course, you know better.

The wolf is not far behind you at all. You can hear its panting, the slight growl of both its fang and stomach, and you know the starving predator is desperate, and you are just small enough, soft enough, to slaughter without thought. Your legs pump beneath you swiftly, and your precious brain is buzzing blindly, thoughtlessly, as you’re tearing through the mountainside.

And you’re screaming.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

It’s a raw-throated shriek that tears from your maw like claws, grasping and reaching for anything close, anything that can deliver you from this mistake. You’re running, and screaming, and the wolf is close behind you—and for the second time in your short life, it flashes before you.



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Ilios Posts: 200
Dragon's Throat Informant atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 15 :: 4 (Frostfall) HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Isabella :: Common Rougarou :: Flame Parelia
#2
ilios
Thoughts were on his smokey black and golden dappled sister. The stallion smiled softly as he flew towards the Falls searching for the filly, well, young mare now. Instead he flew north towards the Fields. Maybe she was out enjoying the weak sunlight. His thought stayed glued upon his sister's smiling face as large teal and silver wings pounded at the chilly air. He wasn't sure what it was like for Areli, living with his mother and father that didn't get along anymore. His heart went out to her, and he hoped he could get her to leave the Falls and come home with him. He was sure she would get along with everyone in the Throat; she got along with everyone anywhere. He chuckled softly at the thought of her sweet talking to Ampere. How would the black and blue mare take Areli asking 'Why?' all of the time?

Suddenly a shrill cry rang through the air sending a shiver coursing over his golden hide. Shoving the feeling away he drew forth the warrior inside. Ears swiveled pinning down the source the stallion dove pulling his wings in tight. The sight that unfurled bellow sent red hot anger pulsing through his veins. There was a beautiful black filly running from a snarling panting wolf. 'Oh no you don't!' A roar of rage billowed from his lunges as he changed his falling path for the creature.

Hooves were poised to land before the wolf. Teeth bared as he landed with a resounding thud. He charged ears pinned flat upon his large skull, his horned lowered. "Get out of here wolf!" He could tell the creature was young and starving. He felt for the poor creature, but foals were the life blood of Helovia. The point of his horn flashed just as angry as his heart; ready for blood. He slashed his head trying to frighten the thing off. If it didn't turn tail and flee, he would be forced to kill the mangy mutt. Ilios had a special place in his heart for wolves, but that was no excuse to allow it to kill a babe. He tried to slash the beast's chest to further drive it away. He wasn't the most agile of horses, but he had wings that would do a good job blocking a crazed wolf. They snapped open trying to block the foal from it's sight. "This is your last chance wolf!" He snarled and arched his neck trying to appear scary. If it didn't leave now he would end it's miserable life.
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Deceased atk: 3.5 | def: 7 | dam: 8
Mare :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 6 (Frostfall) HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Carl :: Ccara Llama :: None Watermel0nBob
#3

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She reacted before she could even think. Those thick pistons full of power throwing her forward like a runaway freight train and straight towards the wolf on the prowl. She had been wandering again, searching for her child that has since decided that scaring her mother to death by disappearing was a fun game to play. She searched high and low, looking in her favorite places where she would often frolic and find new pretty trinkets to hoard away in their little nest at home. The child was quite a piece of work, but yet so was December, so she wouldn't have it any other way. What she hadn't expected to come across was another foal, one that was being chased down by a hungry wolf. Sure, it was mangy and nearly at death's door, obviously cast away from its original herd, but a predator was a predator, and this one was about to come upon quite the tasty meal.

The ivory lass would not let that happen today. Her large bulk moved with such a force that the ground shook beneath her, a blazing fire in her eyes as she honed in on her target with utter malice. Hooves struck out immediately, throwing the wolf to the side and causing a yelp to escape it's pointed jaws. She responded with her own snarl, ears flat upon her thick skull as she reared up, ready to slam her massive hooves down upon the beast's flank. Though it managed to dodge just in time, its confidence was falter, having not expected anything to come to this little foal's rescue. December was fierce in her movements, not settling for simply letting this mongrel escape after trying to devour a child. She had a goal and she was going to reach it, refusing to let anything stand in her way.

"Leave her be," her voice boomed in its deeper tones, reverberating loudly around them as she went to strike again, her aim true as she managed to knock the beast to the snowy floor. Before she could react much further another arrived, joining her in the attack of the beast. He flashed his horn, angry eyes sharing the passion she felt for saving this babe. His words were warnings, but she would not give the wolf any. As he stood guard before the child she went in for the kill, lunging forward with all of her strength and bringing down all her weight upon it's head. A loud crunch resounded around them all, the feel of bone breaking way beneath dark hooves as she landed the final blow. When she could no longer feel the beating heart of the beast in her feet she removed herself from atop it, labored breathing the only sign that she had been in a fight.

There was nothing that would stand in the way of a mother and a child, even if the child was not her own. Hair falling over her hard steel gaze she caught her breath, on high alert for any other wolves that might happen to be around. Only when the coast was clear did she finally turn her attention to the baby and the winged gentleman, gaze soon removing it's hardened expression and smoothing out to a tender smile. Moving closer she dipped her head politely to the younger man, acknowledging his help with that respectful nod before looking to the child once again. She didn't appear hurt or injured, they had seemed to have made it to her just in time. She towered over the child, surely not as big as most, but her sheer bulk made up for it. With a gentler gaze now she slowly let her muzzle search for the darker child's, eyes looking into hers kindly as she spoke in softer tones,"Are you hurt child?"



NOTES; Sorry Ilios I was like halfway done when you posted so I was too lazy to add much more xD @Enyo
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Mortuus Nox Posts: 187
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: Immortal HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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#4

His black body stood in the woods blending with the shadows, hiding from the world around him. He stayed near the edge of the fields that seemed to peaceful, so pure. His demonic crown moved moved watching a flock of birds scatter from the sticks. Then peaceful creatures flew from the fields in front of him. The small bird creatures ran for life from the ground. Pale eyes wondered around the field to try to find what they were running from. A sigh left his maw as the hidden demon crept closer to the edge of the woods. Cracked hooves came to a halt when they saw the child running for its life through the lush grass lands. What was it running from? Then his attention drew to the creature chasing it.

A weak starving wolf ran after the child. Its muscles were underdeveloped and it was clearly, a sick creature. The large demonic crown shook as his gaze focused on the beast. He wanted it to feel like it was rotting. The wolf thought it knew what death felt like, but now it would really know. Stone cold orbs narrowed concentrating on the starving predator. The beast just became pray to something in the shadows, something much more powerful than it can ever imagine. Nox thought of the body laying on the ground rotting and the damned birds of death flying above the smelling corps. He thought about the wolf feeling its insides implode and fall from the rotting flesh. Nox wanted the beast to feel his exposed bones hit the crisp frostfall air. Then after the magic was cast Nox roared from the bush.

Gray eyes looked above as a winged beast fell from the sky. He was like a fallen angel, and Nox was the rising demon. The wings spread to try and stop the wolf in its tracks. The black stag gained speed as he ran full speed to the wolf's left side. The sharp ram like horns lowered to ram the beast, and truck him over with his powerful muscles. Nox knew if his magic had effected the wolf it would slow the creature, and bring it to more pain than it could ever imagine. With the winged buckskin blocking the path in front of the wolf, the attack could be very successful. Gray eyes kept watch on the little child running as Nox grew closer and closer to the target. Then his gray eye caught the sight of the buckskin stag to the right of him. He hoped this plan worked...

Right as he passed in front of the stag a white mare came from the shadows, she came from no where. His hooves slid to a stop as she came right in front of his path, he almost hit her instead. His agile body smacked the wolf's before he halted. Cracked hooves came to a stop as his large crown turned to look at the white mare, then the stallion. Cold eyes gave a haunting look over each creature. A winged creature, a bare woman, and a horned demon all wanted to save this child; a child that is not theirs. He looked over to see the woman now speak to the little one. His deep latin tones spoke to the winged man. " Mortuus Nox, what is your name ?" His cold voice filled the air as his head dipped to the man. Eyes wondered off on the child, wondering if it was okay. He was a healer if it was needed, but it looked fine. "If the child needs healing, I should be able to help it." His voice directed to the mare next with another dip of his crowned skull.

"Talk."

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Enyo Posts: 27
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Mare :: Unicorn :: 14hh :: 2
Onei :: Gyrfalcon :: None M.E.
#5

The creature never stood a chance.

You run from it, and you’re so busy running that you completely miss its demise, its ruthless destruction, guilty of the crime of starvation. You only know that, suddenly, there bodies all around you—large bodies, one of them with wings, and these are your heroes, Enyo, don’t know you know? They’re the ones who slaughtered the wolf in cold blood, for daring to run after the succulent bones of young. They’re here to rescue you! You should be happy! You should say thank you!

You do not. You can barely see as you stumble to a halt, surrounded as you are by all these adults; your vision is hazy and red with the blood that continues to throb in your veins, your head swimming with it, your heart still pounding pounding pounding so hard in your chest. You don’t immediately know what they’re saying to you, even though you can hear the low timbre speaking around you. Talking about you, as they should, of course. You cannot appreciate it like you should, though. Your heart is beating too fast, and the world is spinning.

It slows, gradually, as the dust settles and the situation begins to creep back behind you, sneaking itself into your head. The adrenaline that had been pumping through you lessens by the second, and you look up at the congregation around you, your saviors clamoring over themselves to make sure you’re okay. With the adrenaline gone, your body feels strangely winded, and it begins to fill the void of excitement (of near death) with sharper, more poignant emotions than blind fear.

And—despite yourself—you begin to cry. Hard.

It’s not a pretty cry, either. You could get away with a tear, a sniffle, and your eyes would puff a little but they wouldn’t become blotchy and red, ruining the soft, perfect golds of your iris. Only a few tears are needed to dust your eyelashes, giving you a frosted princess appearance. And the sobbing is cute, a little girlish thing to do, and it’s appealing for a little girl to cry (but not too much). It draws a crowd.

This is not that crying. This is honest and loud and messy, the aftermath of the raw fear that had surged through your body as you ran from the wolf. Now that your brain has caught up with your body, you are helpless against the wave, and as they ask you for your well being all you can do is stand there and cry, cry, cry. Can you blame them? You were so nearly killed this day—it’s natural for a little girl such as yourself to be blasted by the terror of it, the trauma of a wolf’s fang!

But that’s not why you cry, is it, little Enyo? We both know the truth.

YOU RAN.

You had looked into the face of your quarry, the creature that was to be your first kill—and you ran from it. You ran!. Like a coward! And see how easy it had been for these fine people to crush the creature straight to dust—but you, darling, messy, incompetent Enyo--you had ran.

The shame of it—it was choking you with loud, rasping sobs, drowning you with the tears that cascaded down your cheeks. You stood there with shaking knees and you cried so hard, imagining, in that moment, that Father had been there to witness your failure, that sister had been there, all along, watching as you ran like the coward you were from the young wolf.

You cried and cried and cried. Poor baby.

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