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Post by ✞ Taboo ✞ on May 27, 2011 17:59:37 GMT -8
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[/div] Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here ` BUT TONIGHT I'M GONNA GIVE IN ONE LAST TIME ROCK YOU STRONG IN THESE ARMS OF MINE FORGET ALL THESE REGRETS THAT ARE BOUND TO FOLLOW WE'RE LIKE FIRE AND - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - gasoline [/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=width,240]
Heavy footfalls fell on slippery slope; claws metallically echoed within deep prismatic grooves within the Chasm. Masculine body shivering from a draft coming from somewhere nearby- an escape to the outside world. This place was maddening- something about it just didn't fit right with the creature. Black, leathery nose twitched sceptically- sensing, smelling. The place felt inhabited, whether it was or not was a different story. Something about this place seemed to put the mind at ease- and yet, at the same time, send it into painful convulsions.
The journey thus far had been rough- breathtaking, and challenging; pushing the limits of ones faith, soul, and will. Pushing- that was something that did not need to happen at the moment. Pebbles fell over a narrow ledge, a ledge on which the being walked- body pressed firmly to the cool cavernous walls. A small speckle- eyes, could be seen from the cavern floor; half-moon spectacles looking down on the impending fall like strobe lights. One slip and it was over- an exaggeration to say the least. The being had to be only a few feet from the chasm floor.
Majestically jumping to the floor- a lithe leg slipped out from beneath the creature, sending it sprawling- face first- into an opposing stone wall. Just it's luck, always falls into the clutches of fate. Maybe he should have been a jester; he would have had better luck finding a King to entertain until the end of his days. Then again, since he had lost his father- lost being a safer word here than being abandoned, he had found himself somewhere; it had been tough finding out who he was- for the most part. Something still puzzled him.
There it was. Muscles beneath his fur began to rippled- backbone arching and constricting. The pain was immense, terrifying, and full of wonder at the same time. He had no idea what was happening to him- he never had any idea what was happening to him. Tail, flying like a banner behind him, began to shrink and fade; the male's fur seeming to grow shorter as if it were receding back into his skin. Lord help him, the pain. Gritted teeth could not help the yelp of pain tearing from his clenched jaws.
Every time this happened to him, he felt as if he were dying. Bones popped out of place and rearranged themselves accordingly- something in the back of his mind changing. A fear appearing. He was no longer the predator- but the prey. Canine-like ears elongated into something much more sleek- back legs cracking and shrinking into something much more nimbler- claws turning into little toenails. Finally his face began to shrink, morphing into something a child would love to stare at. No longer could be growl menacingly at the shadows- his eye sight dimming from what he was accustom to. The brute could never control the shift- and it usually hit him at the worse times.
Upon the chasm floor lay a small cottontail rabbit- imperial purple eyes distinguishing it from others of it's kin. It's kin- how funny, did he have a kin? Someone who could do as he? A pitiful yelp turned into a high pitched squeak, a pathetic looking critter he was- starved nearly, ribs showing beneath taut skin. This was his life- unpredictable and constantly changing. This was the life of Taboo.
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Alphess
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Post by Nalia on May 27, 2011 19:51:42 GMT -8
All was peaceful. All was quiet. When one was in a pack, it was hard to come by peace and quiet. Most of the time, there were pups squeal about yapping, wolves quarreling, things like that. Don't get me wrong, Nalia loved her pack. Sure, she could be a annoyed with them at times, but she did love them. But it was nice, sometimes, to be able to get out and have some time to breathe. To think.
It was nearly that time, the black wolf reflected. She was curled up to one side, head on her paws. To one who knew her well, they would've thought she was just reflective. But to an outsider, she might look vulnerable. Her dark eyes were regretful as she stared up at the sky. This time of year always brought her down, whether she wanted to think about her past or not. She had been taught long ago that one should forget regret, or life was yours to miss. Sound words, but that didn't mean she could actually believe them. Because regrets was a part of her, no matter what she thought.
Truthfully, she never wanted to be Alphess. She didn't believe that she was right for the job. Nalia was flattered that Amorin believed she could do it, but a part of her said that she was going to let him down. That she was going to let the pack down. Her mother's only wish for her pup had been for her to be Alphess, and she had been willing to commit treason to get there. Irony had it that soon after she did indeed become Alphess. Sometime she wondered what had driven her mother to go great lengths. Sometimes she wished that her mother had stopped, slowed down, thought a bit before acting. It could've saved Nalia a lot of grief and anger. But that was all for nothing. It didn't matter.
Alois was dead, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Nalia sighed to herself and was just about to leave when the skittering of paws caught her attention. Blue eyes sought the sound and found it instantly - another wolf. She was on her paws in an instant, wary. This was her pack's home, and intruders were not well tolerated. The black wolf began to approach the male, when, all of a sudden, he wasn't a wolf anymore, but a rabbit. Nalia blinked in surprise. "Well. That's certainly new..."
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Post by Glaciers are Cold on May 28, 2011 12:25:02 GMT -8
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{ we're all quietly wishing, baby,
And when that fury breaks loose from it's chains, and the words come out, and the anger washes over like rain. When the knife hits the point, when it's too late to take it away. What would you do then, my dear one? Just leave and go astray - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - n i f t h |
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Pebbles trickle from the high cliffs, spattering onto the stone floor with an odd tinkling but dull ring. Jagged half-split rocks are scattered underpaw as well, cutting into bare, unexpected flesh. A piercing screech echoes through the cavernous chasm, low and wailing of tears and hope, before it peters out. Who was that! What was that! Like a dream, the earth-toned hazel Fighter, his coarse fur painted with shadows and miscellaneous other substances, spins around on one of the levels of rock jutting out. He peers over the edge, his grip upon the smooth rock so icy and tight that pinpricks are gouged into their sides from his glass-sharp claws.
His head spins, the world spinning with it. Dark fissures swallow all light, ash-black caricatures swarm in roves beneath. Dust drips over everything. There is grime coating the walls, and despair swirling like mist. Nifth sways on his paws and pushes himself back. No sense leaping off that death spring is there? He begins to shake his muzzle, almost as if the words of his thoughts have been spoken by lips other than his. Noises scuffle somewhere beneath him in the thick darkness. He tilts his head for maximum sound capability. To his surprise, he hears a symphony of crunches and struggles. His eyes nearly pop out from their sockets. What could it be…? Almost hesitantly, he braces himself with his hind legs and leans over.
Darkness again swells up, and Nifth is forced to navigate lower for better viewing. His black eyes take in the welcome sight of light above. The light filters through the top cliff of the cavern, swirling down and settling on a narrow ledge that winds downwards. He heaves a sigh and picks himself up. His paws reluctantly push forwards, delicately picking their way amongst the sharp rocks. He sucks in his stomach and clambers down the ledge, his fur swiping at the dirty walls. Pointed and prominent stone juts from the sides, snagging his coarse fur. But he shakes them off, thrusting all his concentration upon walking the ledge without tumbling off. He knows that if a dream swoops down upon him like this it could be fatal. Or worse.
Plink. Plink. Steady drips of water set off a desolate atmosphere for the chasm. The scent of a warm body emanates from below. Nifth's nose twitches, and his claws skitter on the slate ground. He bunches up his muscles and leaps down once he has reached the furthest edge. A sense of some foreboding feeling enters his body against his will. Is that… fear he feels tingling his spine? But what has he to fear? Instinctively, his eyes narrow, his dagger-claws itch, and his belly lowers to hug the stalagmite-riddled ground. A hiss seems to echo somewhere far away. Oh no is it him? He pauses to listen, opening and closing his jaws. No it isn't. He paces forwards, streaking on undulating stone.
There! Just beyond him, a small, helpless-looking rabbit crouches. It has dark-streaked fur that runs along its hide. A fluffy cloud of a tail sticks to its back, and its legs are long and lean. And juicy, Nifth's stomach thinks. His jaws run with pools of saliva, until his eyes become locked onto the rabbit's. They are riveted now. The eyes… Oh the eyes—! What sort of monstrous being is this! Its eyes are orbs of fiery violet, those colorfully dangerous irises that pulsate with dark-raw power. They seem to even glow with menace, and yet, and yet. They seem sad and forlorn, torn at the fringes with a hot humiliation.
Nifth's fear ebbs away like swirling eddies of dust that settle down once the cantankerous wind dies. White mist tints the edges of his sight as his dreams and nightmares call his name. He ignores them for the time being. "What are you?" his hoarse voice whispers. "Dream-being? Is that you?" He silently approaches the mysterious animal-creature. Or maybe his pawsteps created a cacophonous spate of noise, but his ears are longer attuned to any sound. But suddenly they are, and a clear voice cuts through his mangled reverie.
The male wolf's muzzle whips around. His eyes widen in their familiar greeting towards the loveliest she-wolf of Martyr. "You!" he exclaims suddenly. It is. The perpetually gorgeous Nalia steps forward, her black-tinted fur seeming to flow slowly in ripples as she moves. Like a dream, she too approaches the dream-rabbit. And then, Nifth's tongue seems to melt as he struggles, again, for anything non-stupid to say. He coughs. And coughs again. Maybe he is sick! Some illness he has caught, preventing him from speaking. He quickly catches onto the idea by coughing some more. "Sor—" Cough. "—ry. I think—" Cough. "—I might've caught something." Cough cough. There, credible enough, he supposes. But to his misfortune, all the coughing has seemed damage his concentration. And like a dream, he dreams.
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Post by ✞ Taboo ✞ on May 28, 2011 14:18:46 GMT -8
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[/div] Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here ` BUT TONIGHT I'M GONNA GIVE IN ONE LAST TIME ROCK YOU STRONG IN THESE ARMS OF MINE FORGET ALL THESE REGRETS THAT ARE BOUND TO FOLLOW WE'RE LIKE FIRE AND - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - gasoline [/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=width,240]
A constant droning in his head, was someone talking? Something was talking. No, it was just the quiet drip of water as it cascaded down like a soft rain onto the chasm floor. Momentarily, the fear left him- imperial eyes becoming softer; breaths coming in labored tasks. He hurt, gods he hurt- the transformation always left him sprawled upon the floor, unable to move for the first few moments. He was defenseless in this state; only his soft cottontail twitching- muscles subduing their periodic spasms.
Momentary immobility gone? Check. Taboo raised himself onto his hind quarters- still not quite use to the way his body sat so rigidly on bent postier legs; as nimble though they were. His small frame stretched- a soft sound of content being cut short. What was that? Stance became fitful, frightened. Fight or flight- that dreaded natural feeling that most prey seemed to get. His mind was that of a wolf, but he had adapted some of his mutation's natural thinking.
Nose quivered. A female, no- a male as well. Hackles rose along the creatures spine, the fur around it's neck puffing up towards it's ears and cheeks. He looked like a short-chubby basketball player. Eyes were searching for something, an escape- enemies beware! He would turn to flee, yet something caught him off guard. Something, he hadn't expected. Had the duo spoken? Spoken to him?
'Well. That's certainly new...'
Certainly new? Certainly new?! What in tarnation was she speaking of, this black demon? This...wait what? That smell. Strong, demanding- yet a voice full of confusion? An Alphess! The rabbit quivered- teeth chattering as it hunched back into itself, moving as far from the she-wolf as possible; alas there was another on his other side. Speaking to him as well- the other had come from above as he had.
'What are you? Dream being-'
What was a dream being? Was this one mad? Approaching something so delectiful, and asking if it was a dream? Was he going to eat him? The rabbit cooed in fear, voice coming from what sounded like a far off place- at least to his own ears. Ears that looked ridiculously spate upon his small frame.
"I beg of you my Lord and Lady- I am but no delicacy, nor that of a dream! I know not what happens to me- what evil constricts my bones and poisons my veins. I fear like that of a wounded deer- though I have chased many of them..."
Where these wolves gods? Come to take him from this maddening existance? Devine- the both of them, regal in their postures; compared to he- lowly in stature. This duo, no doubtably, walked these lands- while he stumbled through them wary and confused. He was frightened and alone- an easy target on the barren chasm floor- his only salvation maybe being that when the monsters began to strike, they would slip upon loose pebbles and stumble on wounded paws- maybe then he would be able to get out alive. Who would believe he was not their prey? Had they seen his transformation? That he had no idea.
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Nalia
Alphess
[M:35]^#heart
Do you really see me?
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Post by Nalia on May 28, 2011 17:44:17 GMT -8
Nalia's gaze was on the sky above. The Chasm was a favourite haunt of hers, mostly because not many dared to go into it. It was said that one would loose their sanity if they stayed too long here, hence the name. But Nalia had never felt as if she was loosing her mind... then again, that could be because she didn't have a mind in the first place. What was sanity but a measure in which other wolves judged each other? The Martyr pack made it their home here, and she wasn't bothered by any of it. The steady dripping of water was comforting white noise, something that she had grown up with and lived through.
Her eyes returned to the rabbit-wolf. She swore she had seen a wolf standing there, not to seconds earlier. But now, a purple eyed rabbet was sitting there, fear coming off of him in waves. Nalia was baffled - what was she suppose to do now? She had never seen this before in her life. Now, Nalia had seen a lot during her five seasons. She had been born with empathy, the ability to sense others emotions and react to them. Many other wolves possessed strange powers. But a bunny-wolf? That, like she had said, was most definitely new.
An earth-toned movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. For a minute, she was tense, eyes sharp, wondering what else was going to happen. Nalia did not take to surprises well, and hated not knowing what to expect. But it wasn't an intruder, or another... bunny-wolf thing. It was one of her fighters, Nifth. She relaxed, though an eyebrow raised when she heard his exclamation. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She had never been greeted like that before, that was for sure. Poor Nalia was dense enough not to know that the unfortunate Nifth was promptly tongue tied, and looked in concern when he started to cough.
"Are you all right? Maybe you should lie down..." Nalia was no healer, but she knew enough to worry about her pack. However, once again she was distracted, but this time, it was from the bunny-wolf. The bunny-wolf was actually speaking. To them. For a moment, the black she-wolf just sat there, stunned, before forcing herself to pay attention to him. The words were earnest, and she blinked. The way the bunny-wolf was speaking it was like he thought they were Gods or something... That whole idea was laughable. Nalia was nowhere near god-like.
Voice firm but gentle, she spoke, "Calm down. Freaking out won't help. There is no poison in your veins, and neither Nifth or I will eat you. You are a shapeshifter, I do believe. No normal rabbit can turn into a wolf, or vice versa." She was fairly certain of what he was, though she had only heard rumours of those who could change form. Nalia sighed. "I can feel your fear, neighbour. Try and breathe." she said in a soothing voice.
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Post by Glaciers are Cold on May 29, 2011 20:00:00 GMT -8
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{ we're all quietly wishing, baby,
And when that fury breaks loose from it's chains, and the words come out, and the anger washes over like rain. When the knife hits the point, when it's too late to take it away. What would you do then, my dear one? Just leave and go astray - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - n i f t h |
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All around him are the white misty clouds. They smother him, they shackle him, they bar him, they are a continual presence he resents so much. "Stop this! Stop this whiteness, this pale madness!" he shrieks, unaware that it is in a voice that others can hear. His black eyes are locked onto something no one else can see, something just ahead of him, just above his own head. Something for his eyes only, that others can only dream of seeing. But he is dreaming, is he not? Is this just another maniacal nightmare or an excuse of a life he lives?
Before him, the dream-rabbit lays frozen, his tail twitching hard enough to shake it off. Nifth lowers his gaze, fear and pity intertwined in his eyes. It is a handsome little rabbit, and he briefly wonders where this rabbit's mate is. Then he surmises that as this is only a figment of his dream, surely it would not have a mate? Only one way to find out, he supposes. Leaning down again, he inquires with curiosity welling in his throat, "Dream-rabbit, do you have a family?" The wolf of the burnished gold-hazel fur tilts his head to one side. A very feminine gesture but in a dream like this, he hardly supposes it would matter.
And then, all of a sudden, the rabbit seems to arouse. Its coarse fur spikes into tufts that stick out like daggers, its senses are alert. Its lithe body quivers at a constant rate as it darts back. "No don't go!" Nifth says urgently, his voice suddenly childish with curiosity. He seems to flail his paws as he rises taller. His swinging tail clacks against the slick-stone sides, his hind paws rubbing against the rubble that skitters all over the floor. He himself is as wary as the dream-creature, his dark-swallowed eyes nervously flicking at the steep drop to his side. He has not realized up until this moment that he is perched on yet another ledge of the multi-step chasm. Swiftly, he turns to the other side, his grime-riddled flank hugging the walls and brushing at the gentle gossamer strung along them. It would be wise not to topple over those treacherous half-cliffs today.
The heavenly dark angel, Nalia of the charcoal-burnt fur, glances at Nifth with eyes brimming with concern. Nifth's breath catches, and he just about melts into the waxy ground as she seems to beckon him to lie down. He longs to lie at her paws and bask with attention, but he is too humble to embarrass her in any way. He is mortified at the mere thought of it, scandalous as it is! She is alphess, and therefore off limits! She has her own mate, and he will slice your throat like its water if you even touch her, he hurriedly thinks to himself. A gulp passes, and he just shakes his great muzzle almost miserably. His eyes, those lustrous and lustful eyes, seem to almost plead with her. He desperately tries to convey his thoughts through those haunting and cruelly dark eyes.
Then, miraculously, the dream-thing speaks. "You… You talk," Nifth marvels dumbly. But it is a quiet murmur so that only he can hear his own words. Then the being's words sink in. Lord? Has he just called me—? Then the Martyr wolf's eyes narrow. In a low and muffled-angry voice, he hisses, "You think I have want to eat you? As—if!" He does not know what has come over him. When was he ever this furious! And yet this rabbit-demon, this vile—this—oh! He has never met such a thing with such nerve before!
His anger seems to frighten the demon-dream. It seems to vibrate with terror. Nifth steps back again, confusion softly replacing his anger. He feels worse when Nalia steps forth to comfort the evil thing. Nifth's tail droops, and he stumbles to a lying position. He tucks his head down and mumbles, "Sorry! I'm sorry okay?" He is a pitiful, lowly creature who deserves great and severe punishment. No. Not even that. He does not even deserve his name, his rank, his—life!
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Post by ✞ Taboo ✞ on May 29, 2011 21:03:49 GMT -8
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[/div] Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here ` BUT TONIGHT I'M GONNA GIVE IN ONE LAST TIME ROCK YOU STRONG IN THESE ARMS OF MINE FORGET ALL THESE REGRETS THAT ARE BOUND TO FOLLOW WE'RE LIKE FIRE AND - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - gasoline [/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=width,240]
So much was happening at once it seemed- too much for his small mind to be burdened with! He was already an irrational thinker, all of this attention really put the pressure on him. He had heard of peer pressure before, but really? Predator pressure? That was a new one to him, but it was the only saying he could put to this stanza. The awkwardness of two large wolves- standing around talking to a rabbit- prey of all things. One of them seeming concerned- the other seeming delusional. Just his luck to wander to a pack of crazies, hmm?
Royal eyes fell upon the shadowed female- target one acquired. It sounded like a little machine quoting at him from somewhere in the back of his mind. This female was breathtaking- yes, but she radiated power. Something he was scared of- something that made him quiver- he would have quiver out of a pair of boots if he could wear them. He had heard of things called humans wearing something like that- to cover their feet, why someone would want to cover their feet from the many sensational feelings the Earth could bring- he wasn't so sure.
Calm down? How could he calm down? He was a wolf, and he knew you could never take a wolf's advice on anything- at least not associated with living, if you were of the prey species. Those favors were few and far between. Never-the-less the rabbit breathed in deep- ah some pressure was gone, his lungs ached- had he been holding his breath? Cottontail wiggled excitedly, so she knew what he was? And yet...she had never see one like him- only rumors? That wasn't very comforting- he wasn't facts to back up her opinion. He didn't want to go around asking about the wrong thing and getting the wrong information! That would be horrendous.
"Thank you, oh powerful lady. I had forgotten to breathe- I am not use to the way a rabbit's emotions and fear play out. I try not to fall into the norm...not saying this is the norm. I just want to know what is going on with me- and I just so happened to have ended up here..."
Next his attention turned to the one that the lady had called Nifth- another odd name, but simple and easy to remember. He logged it away for rememberance later. Taboo cleared his throat- that awkwardness returning to his bones. Why was this wolf calling him dream creature? He was acting strange and Tab did not like it. Usually strange wolves- meant they had no control over their actions and bad things happened. Gouged out eyes, scratches on the flank,...dead bunny rabbits.
The hair on the nape of his neck stood on ear, oh my! Nifth had suddenly cried out- asking them, pleading with someone to stop something. Stop what? He watched as the wolf seemed to day-dream- still conscious but not there. He wanted to go over and hug the beast- !
Did he have a family? What an odd question to ask- well to ask a dream rabbit. Wouldn't a dream rabbit be able to make a family magically appear? Wouldn't he have a happy ending and a princess to call his own? Taboo decided- in the end, not to answer this question. There were certain roads he did not want to travel- and the lose of his father was one of them. The abandonment he felt afterwards was definately not something he wanted to share with anyone else.
Rubble skidded across the floor as the male turned his attention towards the Alphess- allowing Taboo to near the far wall without anyone noticing. He wanted to get as far away from two pairs of canine-like teeth as possible. It felt as if a giant apple were stuck in his throat- he couldn't breathe. Was he turned blue? Oh lord, he was going to suffocate! Please! I don't want to die! The thought raced through his mind- pulling at strings- almost making him tear up.
Suddenly, Nifth was surprised Taboo could talk. The rabbit merely nodded as the wolf seemed to suddenly become disgusted- disgusted with what? Had he done something wrong? Of course not! He was a rabbit- if he had done something wrong the wolf could just eat him- right? Correct. On to the next! Why was he saying sorry? Tab watched as the other male stumbled into a submissive stance? Why was he being submissive all of a sudden?
Large ears were pressed firmly against his skull- nose twitching as he neared the fetal position wolf- sniffing at the scruff of his face. He quietly nuzzled the canine's ear and jumped backwards- showing some sort of support, even if he didn't know him!
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