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Post by stormbringer on Feb 5, 2008 19:05:00 GMT -5
[S]tormbringer
stand by me The bulky figure roamed the sandy treeline, enormous paws sinking deep into the eons-old crushed sea-stone, deep claw marks etched in the sand. The silver-coated she wolf searched, her level with her broad shoulders, for a place to sit or stand, secluded enough, but with good visibility. Such a place might be hard ot find in a land full of care-free individuals, going to be treated better than slaves without being cruel as masters. Masters disgusted Stormbringer. Who were they to say that they were best? They were weak, at heart. Only someone with a weak heart could enslave another being of their own. For half a second, fire burned in the air around her, not real flames but a terrible, angry tension that snapped in an instant, cooled by her desire to remain hidden. The terrain changed as she went farther along, up here, the sand had turned to hard stone. She was probably nearing a cliff or mountain, judging by the dark stone she stared at as she traveled over it. Her head snapped up, again at shoulder level. Amber eyes scanned, flitting back and forth, and settled on the very end of the beach. A few stunted trees shaded the hollow against a craggy black and dark brown cliff, the indentation covered in soft sand mixed with long, blue green sea grass, the type that now tickled her legs. It was soft, almost silky to the touch, and she picked up the pace, long legs carrying her muscular frame over the land. Her claws clicked quietly on the stone. She was there in no time, and her pink tongue came out to lick her moist black nose, and then she looked carefully at the little place. Several smooth, black stones dotted the cool, shady white sand. Platinum shafts of sun flickered down between swaying boughs front the short trees, a few of which blossoms of white and gold clung on. The earth was littered with petals. She was struck by how similar to her the colors of this place were. Only the most observant would see her, her scent would never carry against the cliff. It was almost like a test, can I trust you sort of thing. She wasn’t sure she wanted to join a pack, really. Maybe she’d just hang around here a while, and if someone approached her and she didn’t like them, bang, she said she wasn’t interested. I was so, so easy. Life should be this easy. Find a nice spot and talk if you want. No hiding, nothing. Actually, life could get better than this. It might have been better than this. But how should she know. Just under a year of knowledge of your past did little for a four-year-old wolfess. Namely, this four year old wolfess with a terrible secret and a missing past. This spot fit her quite nicely. Rough, but beautiful, in it’s way, if you looked, and hidden. Secluded and guarded by an unknown-to-others force. The words fate and destiny nagged at her mind, but even they sounded corny for her situation. The most beautiful and graceful adjectives spun from star-silver would be awkward to her, really. She didn’t talk much. So who was she to judge? She could have once been someone to judge, but now she obviously wasn’t. Actually, she was pretty bored. And tired. Not going to sleep tired, but weary of standing, pondering in her mind. So Stormbringer lay down, and lowered her head. And unless you wee really looking, she seemed to be… Gone. Gone away, missing, disappeared. So many things had done this, just fled the life they had to a new one. Why not her? Stormbringer was a free-roamer, maybe looking for a pack, maybe not, and hey, she might get a kick out of seeing everyone else walk around. Why not? _________________________ [All around not-bad post. Could be better, but close enough.] and keep me strong |
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Post by mizu on Feb 6, 2008 0:02:58 GMT -5
blood red consequence I would stop r u n n i n g
If I k n e w there was a chance
It tears me a p a r t to sacrifice it all
But I'm forced to l e t g o This beach was a haven. A free haven. The red she-wolf scanned the place, the soft sand, the wave-ridden waters, the ink-splatters of green vegetation. From were she stood, high up on the cliff, she could see nobody. No creature was within eyesight, no wolf, no horse. She was utterly alone, and when this realization hit her a small frown creased her brow. Consequence wasn't fond of company, but it disappointed her to see that nobody roamed this one free land. Had they all been turned into slaves? Impossible. But why was no-one here, then?
The fae eyed the small, steep path that led down the cliff to the beach. She might just as well go down and inspect the place more closely. It could be that free wolves did live there, but hidden, concealing themselves from the world. Perhaps they were just shy.
Consequence slipped and slid down the rocky path, once coming so dangerously close to the edge that the pebbles she shifted with one paw fell straight down into the sea below. She peered after them: the sea crashed on the rocks with such force that Consequence feared she would be blown to pices if she fell. If she didn't dash her brains out on the rocks first, that was.
Slowly, she continued down the side of the cliff, and breathed a sigh of relief when her paws touched firm ground again. The red fae lifted her head and stared at the sea, remembering. This wasn't the first time she saw the ocean, oh no. Once, only once, she'd seen it with her family, one terribly winter when everything in their forest froze or died of the cold. They'd left the mountain peaks then, she, her two brothers and her parents, and come down to the sea. Consequence's brown eyes followed a tiny red pup as it lolloped past her and put its paw suspiciously in the water before jerking it back and growling unhappily. The grown fae almost smiled. The pup ran back to its mother, yelping, and the she-wolf pulled its cub close and laughed.
The image faded. Consequence sighed. She had been that pup, two, three years ago. At the time, she believed her parents could protect her from anything. She missed that feeling. The fae stretched her long legs and wished she were larger. No-one would stand a chance against her, if only...
Consequence blinked. Scowled. Padded closer to the white sand and lowered her nose to the ground. Paw-prints! Paw-prints on the sand! Consequence hesitated, then lifted one paw and pressed it into the sand, over one of the paw marks. She was not pleased to note that her paw was much smaller than that of whoever had passed here. A female. Consequence could tell by the smell.
The fae straightened up. A female! Maybe a female who knew a lot about the land, and the slaves/masters business. Consequence was ashamed to admit that the whole thing was still a mystery to her. She came from a secluded place where slavery didn't exist, and thus considered it a thing worthy of...humans, really. These wolves, these masters, they had no animality left, just humanity. It was atrocious. A scandal. But no-one seemed to be doing anything about it.
I will do something, she thought. They'll see.
Her head turned in the direction the pawprints went. She couldn't follow them, because they ended there where she stood; the other female had passed over the rocky ground and left no mark. But at least Consequence knew she was on the right path. The red wolf spotted a cluster of trees a little way off and broke into a trot, making straight for them. The perfect place to hide. The female was probably shy, scared...but larger than Consequence all the same.
The fae slowed down when she reached the trees- very pretty trees, with white flowers blossoming from their branches- and inspected the sand...yes, the white, soft sand was back again. Consequence liked the feel of it under her paws more than the jagged ground behind her.
And now the sand was back, the pawprints were back. Consequence felt immensely satisfied. They would take her straight to her target. To the shy, scared fae who'd taken refuge here.
Tell me I'm f r o z e n
But what can I do?
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Post by stormbringer on Feb 6, 2008 12:45:55 GMT -5
[S]tormbringer
stand by me The moment the red wolf had touched sand, Stormbringer had known something was bound to happen. The wolfess had larger ears, and that was about the only this larger than Storm on the wolf’s body. The reddish femme dropped her head, sniffing. The black nose worked it’s way along until it found one of Stormbringer’s large paw prints. Dismay showed on her face for half an instant as the smaller paw placed itself in the oversized tracks. And now there would be a little racking. Stormbringer was starting to feel a little social, but to amuse herself; she backed into the trees, now almost entirely hidden from view. Her amber flames danced in amusement as the other wolfess lost her tracks on the hard stone, then picked them up again in the sand, close to her refuge. The rusty head of the other wolfess came up, and she stared intently into the trees, a little to Storm’s left. The compassion held in the eyes of the red wolf. The white muzzle was pulled up in something like a sympathetic smile. Stormbringer smirked. Wow. Well, it must seem like she was a real wimp, hiding in the twisted and deformed trees, terrified of being found! She almost laughed aloud, and dropped her head, pressing her paws over her muzzle to stifle the sound. There was a hiss as the sand shifted beneath her, and rather then wait for the red wolf to come on it, She sat up, tipped her head, and howled. Amidst the sound of crashing waves, a silvery note sprang up, flying away into the sapphire sky. It climbed the octaves, louder and louder until it hit and eerie crescendo and then faded off with the tide as it swept away from shore. Them the surf pounded the Cliffside again, shattering the silence that had held the world for a moment. But not even the strongest silence tames the sea. Stormbringer melted from the shadows, her face bearing a hint of a smile, and nodded deeply to the red wolf. “ Pretty good tracker, aren’t we?” The wind played in her thick ruff, zephyrs tugging on strands of platinum as Stormbringer sat there, her head held up in confidence. Time to shatter some illusions. _________________________ [402 words. Can't complain.] and keep me strong |
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Post by mizu on Feb 6, 2008 16:20:47 GMT -5
blood red consequence I would stop r u n n i n g
If I k n e w there was a chance
It tears me a p a r t to sacrifice it all
But I'm forced to l e t g oConsequence pictured the scene: she was going to find a cowering, scared little wolf hiding somewhere- perhaps behind the rocks- and would have to be as friendly and gentle as possible to coax her into the open. After that Consequence would sit the other wolf down, give her a little pep talk about how wrong slavery was and how it was time for females to rise up and rebel, and then turn her into a faithful sidekick.
Two things Consequence was forgetting: firstly, the mysterious wolf was not small, and secondly, day-dreams never come true.
The red wolf lifted a paw and was about to take a step forward when a loud howling started up right in her large ear. It scared the living daylights out of her: her heart missed a beat and seemed to jump right out of her chest through her mouth. Apart from a little twitch and her eyes becoming as large as saucers, Consequence displayed no shock. Almost no shock. All right, she stood there frozen with one paw in the air looking utterly dumbfounded. But the fright soon faded, and left the red wolf feeling distinctly annoyed. Her cinnamon fur bristled and Consequence bared her teeth in a silent growl. Somebody had made a fool of her.
Her heart beat slowly returned to normal. The fae lifted her head, murderous eyes fixing themselves onto...onto the largest femme Consequence had ever seen. She blinked, dismayed. This was no shy little fae, this was...one of those abandoned cold hard things that smelled of humans that were all different colors: blue, red, green, silver, black. They had round, circular paws and they were enourmous. That was what this fae was. A car.
Consequence thought for a moment. The big wolf was seated. The red wolf sat down as well- something she wouldn't have done in the presence of a brute. She looked the grey fae up and down.
"Is that sarcasm?" Consequence looked suspicious. She didn't wait for an answer but moved on to a very important question. "Are you free-roaming, sister?" That was a habit she had, Consequence: calling femmes 'sister'. As for males, well, they certainly weren't brothers. There was another word beginning with the letter B that Consequence was fond of using to describe them, but we shan't mention it to avoid being vulgar. Tell me I'm f r o z e n
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Post by stormbringer on Feb 6, 2008 16:38:27 GMT -5
Well, someone wasn’t happy. And for once, it wasn’t Stormbringer who was mad.
“Of course that wasn’t sarcasm.” She snorted. “I’ve done this sort of thing quite a few times. No one ever finds me.” It could gent tiresome, waiting for wolves that would never come.
“You could be nice you know.” She informed the wolfess, taking her time answering. “Under ordinary circumstances, I’d whallop you, but I really don’t feel like it.” She yawned. Most wolves took this as ‘I could beat you up.’ But whalloping just means smacking upside the head, so really, it wasn’t much of a threat. “I’m Stormbringer, by the way, free-roamer, since masters are idiots.” The wind started up again, a little more persistent. Far reaching eyes swept to the sea. Far away in the West, a thin, dark line marred the horizon. Just barely.
“Speak of the devil…” She muttered. Her name was her curse, because this sometimes happened. Then some wolves were like ‘OMIGOSHMYSICALPOWERS’, which was untrue, this actually rarely happened, but when it did, no one took it as a coincidence. Well, no point in this routine. “It’s been brewing all day.” She pointed out, nose to the fine line of thunderheads rising swiftly in the distance. The air pressure began to drop.
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[244, not bad. Nice car reference.]
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Post by mizu on Feb 6, 2008 17:06:58 GMT -5
The corners of Consequence's mouth lifted up into a tiny smile. She was pleased to know that the other fae had actually payed her a compliment. The smile vanished a second later.
“You could be nice you know. Under ordinary circumstances, I’d whallop you, but I really don’t feel like it.”
Consequence fumed. Really, it was a wonder smoke didn't start coming out of her big ears. She could be nicer? Wouldn't it be better if Stormbringer avoided threatening her with a trouncing? That would be a good start.
"I'd like to see you try," Consequence said moodily, privately thinking that if Stormbringer attempted to 'whallop' her she would soon be minus her big grey tail. What a name to have, anyway! Stormbringer. That was just asking for storms to...- oh, Consequence couldn't believe it. There it was, the huddle of black clouds that announced the coming of a storm. What rotten luck. Consequence didn't even have a proper den yet, she was going to have to hide under a bush or something when the rain started pouring down.
"The last thing I need," the red wolf muttered under her breath. She turned back to Stormbringer. "My name's Consequence. I'm free as well. Never been a slave, and hope never to be one." There was a small pause, then Consequence enquired "Is this your home, Stormbringer? Don't you have a pack?"
If Stormbringer did belong to a pack, Consequence thought happily, the members probaby thought along the same lines as the gray fae, which meant they hated Masters. Maybe they would let Consequence join them. She felt a sudden urge to grin, but suppressed it. No grinning. No smiling. No cracking jokes. Not yet.
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[288. And thank you. Poor Consequence is very conscious of her small size, she tends to exagerate. ^^]
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Post by stormbringer on Feb 6, 2008 19:14:43 GMT -5
“You realize that if I whollop you, I’ll just whack you upside the head, right?” She asked, brow furrowing into a line. She liked the fight and fire this wolfess showed. Really, they were quite similar, but Stormbringer was a lot more closed than the smaller wolfess.
“I haven’t run into anyone here, save you, of course. Which means no egotistical Masters, either.” She looked around. “Maybe there’s a cave in the cliff, where we can wait out the storm.” She suggested, her voice tinged with hope. She retreated, and trotted inland against the cliff, finding nothing. So she turned, and trotted the other way, flashing past Consequence and coming closer to the ocean. She noted a crevice above her head.
Curious, she attempted to leap to it’s level, but that wasn’t possible. She scanned the area and saw a part of the jagged cliff face where it was a little less steep, a rough-hewn path to what surely must be a cave, not just a pitiful crevice, or no on would have blazed a trail up to it.
Using the makeshift pathway, she was able to slip in. her shoulders brushed the damp walls. Several silver pelt strands clung on the black rock. Inside, the sand was a little moist, but just enough to be soft. It was really quite spacious in here. The ceiling was high above her, and several odd mushrooms glowed faintly. Satisfied, she poked her head out. Getting out, she realized, would not be as easy. She twined her body around the sharp face of the cliff and onto the narrow path. She hadn’t noticed before how narrow it was.
She padded down, pressing herself against the inner edge where there was no where to fall, and trotted until Consequence came into view.
“Found a place.” She announced.
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[323. Crevice, crevice. Such an odd word...]
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Post by mizu on Feb 7, 2008 11:34:23 GMT -5
“You realize that if I whollop you, I’ll just whack you upside the head, right?”
"Yes, I do," Consequence replied haughtily. "Give me one reason why I should take that lying down." She thumped her tail on the ground, sprinkling sand over Stormbringer's rump. Had they known each other better she would have laughed, to signal she didn't mean any offence but considered it a game.
The red fae was disappointed to discover Stormbringer had no pack. Ah well, that made two of them. Two free-roamers, alone and abandoned like...hmmm..like dogs. Consequence's father always used to say that....and if you're not careful, you'll end up alone and abandoned like a dog.
Consequence sat quietly, thinking over her father's words and vaguely watching the grey wolfess jumping and trying to reach something above her head.
"Here, Connie! Connie! Where are you?"
A tiny red cub lifted its head, ears pricked up. A very relieved expression was on her face. She jumped to her paws when two more pups appeared from the undergrowth and charged towards her.
"There you are, Con!" one said, licking her cheek.
"We've been calling for ages," the other said grumpily, flopping down on the ground. "My paws are about to fall off."
A full-grown brute stepped out from the shadows of the trees. In the faint light, his red fur appeared dark brown, almost black.
"You shouldn't have wandered off, you silly pup," he told his daughter when she buried her face into his shoulder. "How many times must I tell you, Connie? Stick with us, we're your pack. If you don't, you'll end up one day...-"
"Alone and abandoned like a dog," Consequence muttered sheepishly. She blinked when a voice addressed her suddenly, and remembered she wasn't alone.
"Oh," the red femme said blankly, staring at Stormbringer. A moment later her eyes became suspicious and detached once more. "Yes, I'm coming."
She followed the larger fae until they reached the narrow path leading up to an opening in the rocky cliff face.
Because Consequence was smaller and lighter, she had less trouble than Stormbringer clambering up the path. She was expecting to find a tiny hole barely large enough for both of them to sit in, but was pleasantly surprised. It was a very comfortable cave indeed. The glowy mushroomy things in the corner were a bit creepy, but Consequence solved the problem by turning her back on them.
"Not bad," she called to her companion, dropping to the sandy floor of the cave and already making a list of things to ask Stormbringer. Was she familiar with the area? How old was she? What did she do all day? Consequence couldn't be sure yet that the grey femme wasn't a spy of some sort, sent by Masters to capture free-roamers and turn them into slaves. She was confident she would be able to defend herself if anything happened, anyway...but then Consequence was convinced she would have no problem taking down creatures as large as horses if she really wanted to.
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[546 words, but I cheated. *points at flashback* xD ]
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Post by stormbringer on Feb 10, 2008 15:53:16 GMT -5
”Not bad? That’s all?” She laughed, rather confident she could trust Consequence, and as sure she would be able to defend herself as Consequence was. Her eyes glittered.
”You know, I’ve heard talk.” Storm informed the other wolfess, eyes glinting mischievously as the sky outside went black and rain poured down like shattered glass. ”Rebellion.” She whispered, her own news of her own, forming army echoing discreetly in the darkness, the only light coming from the lightning. To a random wolf, this was simply gossip. To a rebel, like Stormbringer (or in this case, Consequence) this was code, this was hope.
Stormbringer realized her head was close to Consequence, and ever-aware of her large and intimidating size, as well as the slightly foreboding nature of her, she retracted it, to sit normally. But electricity, tension, filled the room. In the darkness, the mushrooms cast a violety-green luminescence over them, sending shimmers across them in the watery light, and the sharp light, given off from the storm outside, where clouds glowed with a dull grayness.
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[Bad, bad, bad, and short, but my birthday's tomorrow and I haven' thad much time for the past few days. Sorry for late post!]
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Post by mizu on Feb 11, 2008 15:26:41 GMT -5
Not bad? That's all?
"That's all," Consequence confirmed, and although her voice sounded unenthusiastic and expressionless, her lips had relaxed into what might have been interpreted as a small smile.
Her gaze went to the cave mouth; she watched the rain start falling, and turned back to Stormbringer. The timber wolf'd said something that interested Consequence very much.
"Rebellion," the red fae repeated. What a beautiful word! But where, when? She'd heard nothing about it, no rumors, no whispers, nothing. Consequence's dark eyes were alive with emotion when she looked up from her paws.
"That," she said. "Would be the best thing I've heard in weeks. If it's true."
How, though? How could it be true? There were hardly any free-roamers around these parts. Slaves, most of them, were remissive and quiet creatures, no more capable of fighting than Consequence was of flying. And Masters...well, they weren't going to be happy to hear about a slave revolt. Not happy at all. What was worse, masters were great fighters- that was why they were masters, because beating a slave into a pulp was way too easy for them. The cinnammon femme sighed through her nose.
"I wonder if slaves have it in their heart to rebel," she wondered aloud. "If I could be certain they were ready to fight, I would be the first to lend them a paw. I have often thought about making a stand, but...alone, the size I am...most masters are timber wolves, like you." Embarassed, Consequence looked away from Stormbringer. It was always difficult for her to admit she had that little problem....little being the operative word.
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OOC: No problem, and happy birthday Stormy. ^.^
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Post by stormbringer on Feb 12, 2008 17:54:51 GMT -5
“Guessing that’s a no.” Storm said, her laughter clear, not laughing at Consequence, but with joy, that finally, she’d found a kindred soul. “Which is probably a good thing since I haven’t told anyone yet, which means no one stole my idea yet. Anyway, it’s no where close to in motion. I still have plans to go over, recruiting ideas to modify, the work, the work.” Her voice revealed she would revel in the work, the gentle glow it had taken on speaking more than the words her sweet voice sent spiraling into the stormy cave, just above the occasional rumble of thunder.
“But that’s not the kind of thing you do alone.” There it was, out in the open, a half-invitation waiting to be further prodded. She felt certain that Consequence would know, but she decided to continue. “Naturally, I’m kind of on the large side, but I couldn’t fit in the small spaces that are completely needed to run this sort of operation. You know, sneaking through the undergrowth to et inside information and all. I think anyone in their right minds would notice a big silver wolf crouching under a sapling. That’s why I need a second-in-command. Preferably a smallish one, with a quick mind.” Insanely enough, Storm felt trust come out of hiding, poking it’s head out of the place it had hidden for so long. Not an insane, tell-your-secrets-to-anyone trust, but the kind that made you sure you’d found just the right person (wolf) you were looking for.
She was amazed. How long had she know Consequence? Twenty minutes? But she was quite sure she could trust the red wolf, who had absolutely proven she was exactly right for the job by saying she was ready to help, but just didn’t have the power. Stormbringer could band together the ones that, alone, had no power. But together, they’d be a fighting force to be reckoned with. It would take a lot of time. Plenty of effort. And of course, general, back breaking, bone crunching sweat pulling hard work and elbow grease would be it’s core. Horses, too, could come. They would secretly make themselves a fighting elite, an insane battle machine that could take down the Masters, and free the slaves that were trapped under cruel hands. No punishment for the Masters, not unless they did something else to deserve it. Stormbringer’s religion was that of Second Chance. She wasn’t out seeking vengeance. That was what made her different. Several rebellions would undoubtedly spring up. They would have the Masters tortured some, Masters sent away, Master killed. Storm wanted none of that. She just wanted peace.
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[Basically, consequence has been offered the first position in the first rebel army. it won't happen for a long, long time. we want the masters to have their fun. But I decided to start early so that by the time real rebellions pop up, she'll have everything ready. That, and thank you. My birthday was.... Very interesting, and I had no internet so I could have no online party like I did last year... That was great. -good memories-]
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