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Post by x--- αbel♥ on Jun 1, 2009 21:26:44 GMT -5
Hayashi
&&[/b][/size] the broken clock is a comfort, it helps
me sleep tonight. Maybe it can't stop tomorrow, from
stealing all my time...[/right][/blockquote][/blockquote]
word count -- 1002
Broken. Dead. Gone. That's all that she was now; and empty breath in replace of her old glorious self. What brought this upon her? Simply life, with all it's lovely friends. Xercese gone; her pups, scattered, her loves, probably dead for all she knew. Death and loss, sweet companions of life. All it took was one push toward the ledge, and everything seemed to be crumbling. Her land, also gone to whomever stumbled upon it next. Gone she wanted those memories; the night with her mate, and waking up to find the land's old alpha hovering above them. She hadn't thought much about it then, but forcing herself to dwindle on it, she realized how scatter brained it was.
So here Hayashi was again. Her slender, cream legs pounded on the same path she took all those months ago, and even just looking around, she couldn't shield herself from the onslaught of memories that clouded her mind. But why should she still care for her mate? He left her, he abandoned his pups, he left his land and pack to deal with the worse. But even as she thought this, she regretted it. Could she cram that much down on her former mate's shoulders, even now, with him gone? Could she bear to place her blame she rightfully deserved, and throw it at him?
As weeks went by, Hayashi felt worse. Her stomach constantly flipped and quenched, she knew she ran a fever at least 4 days out of the week, and her pride was plummeting. She still looked as beautiful as ever, but the vix was melting on the inside, even if her sickness was leaving her now. Her Alphaess ways were deteriorating, and she could sense the submission hanging over her like a knife about to drop, identical to her life before leaving the Auction Rock behind. But now, she was being spat back into this world like a beautiful fly, but a meaningless fly nonetheless. It was after this thought the sun glided from the behind the trees, illuminating her pelt with a warm glow. Hayashi had emerged into the bustling clearing, her harks pinning as the scents swirled in her flared nares. Her lithe, winding frame curved around bodies, avoiding their searching eyes and shrugging past ominous masters. She was here by will; where else would she go? She wouldn't belong anywhere.
There was a break in the path, and she almost skidded to a halt, but she stopped herself short. She knew what big, open spaces meant; everybody could see her, tease her, do anything they wanted to do because they could see her body, the body she found ridiculously annoying. Hayashi was hesitant as she broke free from the last of the wolves, pressing her feet into the crimson dirt. Her features glowed, her cream torso and white points blending with the rest of her body. The faint, small white stripes running up her leg were visible now, and that was quaint. But she purposefully slumped her shoulders, lowered her tail, and tilted her harks downward. No emphasizing; look like a hag. The vix flitted across the clearing quickly, ducking around things to step up to the Auction. If all was to fail, at least she could say she tried.
Airy blue optics narrowed as they came to rest upon someone she knew well now, the Auctioneer that came here at certain hours. As he turned around and saw her trying facade, he chuckled and beckoned to her. She hopped up to meet him obediently. "Ah, sweet, young 'ashi. Back again? What happened to that brute you had your heart poured out to? After little joke, the chuckling turned into snickering, a sniding look on his face. Nonetheless, I see why you're here. I'll surely help you find the best brute to take you home. How does that sound?" More sarcasm. This guy didn't get he wasn't funny, but she let it pass anyway. The brute shoved her roughly on the rump, grinning as she stepped quietly onto the rock, catching herself graciously. Here goes.
Hayashi took a few light steps in front of her, standing still and unslumping her shoulders, yet leaving the rest of her limbs limp. She was prey; waiting to fall victim. "This here lady can never find a permanent home; but here she is for another try. So fellas, this dove here is willing, able, and does about anythin' ya want her to do." He winked, and Hasyshi could feel something inside her shrivel up and die. She knew her 'friend' would find to most lustful, crude brute in the crowd. She could try and take it with dignity, but she didn't know if she could endure life with whomever stepped up to the plate. The auctioneer yawned. "Any takers? Preferably someone who can dumb her down a bit; beat some nonsense into the animal. She's been living well until comin' back 'round here." Ah. Screw him. But she was scared... no matter what she wanted herself to think. She couldn't fully teach herself to take what she got; she didn't want to be broken once again. But she couldn't help herself now. She had to accept her fate that would condemn her to pain and suffering.
[/color] && [/size][/color] and I'm here still waiting, and I still have my doubts,
I am damaged at best. I'm fallin' apart,
I'm barely breathing. With a broken heart,
that's still beating...[/left][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by x--- αbel♥ on Jul 4, 2009 16:03:39 GMT -5
Humm. Bump?
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Post by eclipse on Jul 8, 2009 22:44:09 GMT -5
Micara
%Shut it%
Fool.
The blind eye stared balefully through the crowd. Auctions... Auctions.... Auctions. It was so annoying... so dumb...
White teeth behind black lips lifted in a snarl sparkled in the light, and a black nose wrinkled at the hard, overbearing scents that covered the ground. It was so sickening to watch the world through the eyes of a slaver. The mind that whirled behind that haunting blind eye worked over that thought with much interest. What was the point? Why were there slaves everywhere, working, breeding... getting sold for what? money? the white teeth were covered again as the older wolf pondered this. What use could they have for money? it was such mediocrity.
Micara was critical about alot of things. She was a critic towards her parents, her master when she was briefly enslaved, to her alpha when he was around, and especially towards herself. The small, quiet female seemed too delicate to be as venomous as she was...Any creature unfortunate enough to endure her thoughts would have come out a changed beast.
Happy? nope... that was not Micara. Nor was fun, nor playful. She was business, and she liked it. She could be wise when she wanted to, and she could be caring when she needed to, but she could never managed to be happy and joyful. It wasn't part of her.
... atleast.... that's what she thought.
When her gaze drifted over Hiroshi, her heart exploded with an emotion she felt few if not no times at all. After Xercese left, she soon tried to follow him and bring him back for her alphess. Micara tried to salvage the pack and glue the missing piece back in again. It didn't work, of course, and she came back shortly after Xercese did to enter a land filled with the overwhelming stench of blood and death. The despair was sickening, but it was overcome quick enough when the plague began to spread. The Auction block seemed like the safe and closest haven for a free wolf...
"Hiroshi!" her voice nearly cracked, and she shouldered her way through brawny red wolves and thickset gray wolves. Some brute nipped her tail base with an approving growl, but she went on. "Hiroshi... My alphess..." The males gathered around the block backed off slightly whenever her gray-misted eye fell on them, but she didn't stop to shout afar. She trotted towards her leader with a wagging tail, smiling slightly. I... I... don't know what to say.... |
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Post by x--- αbel♥ on Jul 8, 2009 23:12:39 GMT -5
Hayashi waited, her face covered in a fake mask of anger. She couldn't feel that emotion anymore. How could she be mad? What was there to be mad at? Hayashi was born and destined to become a slave, from the moment of her accidental birth. It was only sheer luck that she was picked by a lone wolf to be the Alphaess of his lands. There was no reason, in her mind, that someone would've searched her out over all the other canines in the area. It just happened when someone stumbled upon her and decided 'Why not?'.
The auctioneer scooted her forward, Hayashi's ears immediately being pinned against her skull. He stepped back to move off to another slave, and the vix was deciding between run and stick it out when she heard a familiar voice. It was far away, but it was still there."Hayashi!" She immediately lifted her head, her blue optics searching for something of her past. And then she found it. Micara. The wolfess was there, staring at her like she had seen the sun for the first time. No. No, it couldn't be her. She didn't want it to be her. As soon as she saw her face, heard her soothing voice, she could see images flash through her head, thoughts crossing her mind. Of him. Of her family. Of her friends. Of her life that had passed her by. She wanted to push it away, She wanted to stay away. But suddenly, she felt lightheaded.
"Hayashi!" There it was again.
"Hayashi... My alphess... I... I... don't know what to say...."
She couldn't ignore it now. Here it was, the item from her past that she didn't want to remember. Her heart beat with pain now, and she tore her eyes away from Micara's frame that was now inches away from her. She couldn't help the harsh tone she used. "I'm not fit to be an alphaess anymore, Mircara. Never was, never will be. So what's there to say?" Hayashi looked back ot the wolfess, trying to blink her pain away. She couldn't be so mean to her; her smile seemed to be contagious.
As she calmed herself down, her edginess seemed to fade. But she still couldn't push away the feeling that she wasn't getting enough air, like her heart could stop beating any minute. "I.. uhh.. I'm happy to see you." It was all she could manage, and her honey voice sounded choked. But it was the truth; despite the pain, she was starting to feel like she wanted Micara around, to tell her what she missed. Hayashi had been feeling like the world had left her; she hadn't spoken words to anyone in so long, her voice sounded like someone else's. So shouldn't she be glad about this? Glad that she now had someone who could listen to her troubles, and help her sort things out? Wouldn't this help her?
"Micara." she gasped. Tears welled in her eyes, her breath becoming jagged now. Why couldn't she control herself anymore?
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Post by eclipse on Jul 8, 2009 23:55:28 GMT -5
Micara
%Shut it%
Fool.
The smaller wolf blinked and stepped back at the rebuff, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Hayashi..." her voice was soft, pained... the name hung still and silent on the air, silencing the snickers and jeers of the slavers for one infinitely long second. Moments before, the outrage of her approach was touching the sky... now, the most anybody could manage was a snarl. Several brutes walked away with a disgusted snort at the two females: 'came for a slave, not an actress';the auctioneer was desperately trying to hold them in... promises of both females as slaves. Promises of extras... strong workers.... strong females in general.
"I.. uhh.. I'm happy to see you." The half-blind female smiled slight and dipped her head to gingerly take Hayashi's lower jaw in her muzzle briefly before nuzzling her on the cheek in greeting. (OhOhSee: Wolves do that... it's a respect thing... greeting... all that normal behavior.) Micara breathed the familiar scent of her leader that drifted around them both like perfume.
"I missed you... I went back after I couldn't find him and the lands were destroyed. The illness has taken over. I was heading north before I came here..." the female spoke desperately, almost try to explain herself to the ruler who lead them so well. So much happened... so much went on she was almost afraid to try and go back. It was such a mix of emotions, some good and some bad, that it made her head spin. It was so difficult to tell which way was up any more. Everything seemed right, and everything seemed wrong. Now Hayashi was here and the mask of critical snarling fiend was melting away into the concerned pack member again.
Hayashi's ragged breaths made the female pause and look closer at the wolf infront of her. Hayashi was torn on the inside... without thinking, Micara leaned forwards to lick the tears off of Hayshi's muzzle, half whimpering. The compassion she so rarely felt in her hard, stone heart was burbling up again. "I didn't mean to leave for so long.... how can you ever forgive m...RHHHu" she was cut off halfway, falling back, into the dust with a buyer at her throat. "So... is she part of the offer?"
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Post by x--- αbel♥ on Jul 9, 2009 20:24:38 GMT -5
Hayashi'a senses were numbing. Even with Micara's newfounded closeness, she felt hopeless. Like no one could help her right now, only death could. But she hated to let people see her suffering. She could't admit her defeat.
"I missed you... I went back after I couldn't find him and the lands were destroyed. The illness has taken over. I was heading north before I came here..."
She was heading north. So she wasn't staying. The only link from her past would be gone by this time tomorrow, and Hayashi would be alone again. Micara finding her only seemed make things worse, insted of help like she suspected it to; she would leave her with time, and the connection she felt again would've made it hurt so much more. Her little strand of hope would only make her fall harder. Could she really let herself fall into this though? Wasn't she supposed ot be strong, to hide her despair? If she showed Micara her crumbling self, what would she think? Clearly a measly slave wolf who deserved what she got. She hsouldn't have let her self end up like this.
"I didn't mean to leave for so long.... how can you ever forgive m...RHHHu"
Hayashi's stupor was broken. She could see Micara's limbs flying backwards, her body smacking into the ground as the brute growled at her throat. She couldn't belive it. Had she caused this? She couldn't bring Micara into this world just because of her. She couldn't be the one to blame for all the torutre she would surely get. She couldn't let it happen. At that moment, something inside of her snapped. Her tears dried, and her eyes narrowed at the brute in front her that hung over her friend. Hayashi didn't leave room for the doubt she would've felt; she seemed oblivious to the fact that this brute wouldn't take much from a slave. But she ignored this thought. She had to try, atleast for Micara.
"So... is she part of the offer?"
Hayashi growled, her fur bristling wildly. "Back off, brute. She's none of your business." She pulled back her lips, the sun glinting against her furious snarl. She couldn't explain herself. Why would this bother her so much? Why couldn't she just let Micara run, rather than fighting him? It was so stupid. But, the auctioneer found it amusing. He chuckled behind her, but he didn't dare to answer the brute's question. Obviously he didn't care what happen; he just wanted them gone. Hayashi felt awkward, trying to stare down this stranger. But she also felt like she could attack something, anything, right at this very moment and not regret it. Something's wrong with me.
[ooc; I hope I got what happened right. If not, tell me. xD]
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Post by eclipse on Jul 9, 2009 21:03:43 GMT -5
Micara
%Shut it%
Fool.
Micara lay on the ground sobbing in fear, agony and terror rushing through her... when Hayashi saved her, she yelped with joy! Springing up, she slit the throats of both captors to free her alphess. "I missed you..." was all she could say.
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...yeah. Not quite. I'm glad you didn't believe it happened like that. The Masters always believed in terrified slaves. Horror running like liquid nitrogen through the veins of their 'loyal subjects'. Micara didn't fall for that. She knew the fear behind those cocky brute's eyes... In the ones that flaunted their power, you could feel their terror. A happy, fairy tale ending would have been lovely for her right then. She needed one. Her whole life, from the time she discovered she was blind, to the time she found the lands a disaster, to this moment had been a challenge. An uphill race in the dead of winter. Back on the subject, though... She could feel the terror in the master standing over her. The brute who had, for once in her short and miserable life, caught her unawares.
Her vision flashed scarlet, and the snarling brute that stood over her looked like one bloody smear against a background of emotion. One moment of weakness in her life... the one moment that would make a difference... and she found herself again defending her life.
Back off, brute. She's none of your business.
The tension that filled the air when Hayashi said those 8 words made Micara's ears hum. Teeth flashing white, she flung the master off of her, sliding up, over and around in one smooth motion to lock her jaws around his throat. The thick muscle that bulged against her teeth was hard to grip, but she refused to yield her grip. "d*mn right I'm none of your business." she growled from her stance. Another shift upwards... tighten the grip some.... shift up... rinse and repeat....
The silence in the clearing was deafening. The small, half-blind female shook the corpse with scorn before spitting it away. She remembered now her purpose. Her goals in life. Why she became a guard and protector for Xercese. It wasn't that Hayashi was not good at fighting... but when you live by it. Do it to survive... You get a certain innate gift. It's more instinct than stratagy. Blood oozed on the ground, but the small madame ignored it. Turning to face Hayashi, pretending that the world around them had not stopped, she lowered her tail dismissively and flattened her ears. "Shall we go? I don't want to head north alone..." |
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Post by x--- αbel♥ on Jul 9, 2009 21:52:22 GMT -5
Hayashi leaned back as she watched Micara mangle the wolf's neck in front of her. She could feel a pain in her chest. She remembered when she was like that; reckless, brave, and could do almost anything. Now it was like she herself had died. She envied Micara's edginess, her willingness to move on when her friend had left her. Hayashi just couldn't cope with the pain. When everything happened, she didn't know what to feel. Rejection, anger, depression, betrayal? But she decided that her emotions were not toward others, but to herself. She couldn't inflict anger and sadness onto Xercese and everyone else. By that point, seeing Mirage would've been overjoying. She couldn't the fact that she had been desperate... Hayashi jumped when Micara threw the brute to the side, his unmoving corpse falling with a sickening thud. As soon as she lifted her head, she could see the auctioneer slowly stepping away, his eyes wide with fear as he stared at Micara. She chuckled as she watched his squirm back through the crowd. As good as laughing felt, it felt strange. When was the last time she laughed?
"Shall we go? I don't want to head north alone..."
Hayashi was stunned. Moments ago, she expected her to go running after asking her share of questions. But Micara wanted her to go with her? She wasn't going to leave? She felt like she had the breath knocked out of her, and was feeling lightheaded again. She had been assuring herself she would be alone in a matter of minutes, but now she had hope. Maybe she wouldn't end up a slave again, back to endure the pain and suffering along with it. She cocked her head at Micara, her blue eyes troubled. She wanted to believe that Micara wasn't bringing her along just to be nice, but she couldn't tell. She hoped she was wrong.
"Micara.. I.." She wanted to go badly. Oh so badly. But could she handle the outside world anymore? With each passing day, Hayashi felt more and more unstable. Each harsh word spoken to her sent her mind into convulsions. Each memory crippled her heart. She knew how much of a mess she looked like right now. She had stopped caring, stopped wondering what people thought of her. What would happen if she left?
Hayashi tried to remember what the free land looked like, what the forest scents were, and how running on the beach was like. She had been pushing everything out, and now nothing seemed to remain. But something about the idea intrigued her. The vix could now go off and do something, instead of laying around on her butt, waiting to get punished by some master. Despite her growing pain, her eyes were wild with her thoughts.
Her previous assumptions felt frivolous now. What could hurt? "If you wouldn't mind bringing me along, then I will accompany you. But I can't promise the life of the party, you know." She tried to smile, but she knew it didn't come out right. She looked away, waiting for Micara to start moving; she didn't know how much longer she could stand here.
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