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Eyes glinting with hunger and sheer madness, a mysterious brown wolf broke through the weeds that separated the outside from the meadow. With each bound it’s muscles bulged as it pushed itself harder to make it to the meadow. It was so hungry…it had hardly energy to make it thus far. It busted through a doorway and looked around the meadow, the sun glinting a luminous gaze on the black fur of the wolf. The wolf sighed and looked around the meadow. The large wolf had never been here. The wolf had never even heard of this place. The only reason she had found herself here was due to the fact others were looking for her to kill her just like she had killed her father.

Slowly the wolf’s head peeked into the weeds on the outermost of the weeds and then it slipped through and laid in the thick wild plants. The wind blew her short coal dark hair around wildly as the wolf positioned herself with quite whispers from the tall grass. Her large paws flexed as she glanced around, searching for someone, but more so something to eat. The ground was wet with the cold morning dew, her under belly being soaked with it. The wolf stood, shaking the water from her pelt and once again went into the meadow. She was seemed to be a wolf who could never stay still. There was too much on her mind to sit still; happiness filled her to the brim, almost exploding from her pours. Finally, she had gotten her revenge.

Her dark shape slipped through the shadows of the trees by a large river that flowed swiftly. One blood red eye caught the moonlight reflected from the river and glinted menacingly. The air was cold, something that made her angry, since she despised the cold with every part of her being. Perhaps warmth would come soon. She hoped it was so. The day was still young, for the sun had only risen an hour or two prior, causing her to stir from her sleep in search for food. She had not eaten in days and it was starting to make an ache in her stomach. She had been far to busy plotting her revenge and carefully taking it to worry about food or slumber.

Her thinner fur kept her cooler during the cold weather, something that she did not receive well. She was often in bad moods during the cold season, brought on from her frustration of being unable to prevent the cold. Her thin tail did not twitch, but was held in a stiff position, as if it would never move at all. A small wind blew through the trees, straight into the brown wolf, making her growl with irritation and hunch her shoulders to try and stay warm. Her slightly messy fur swayed with the breezes, exposing his skin. Grumbling, she stood and went to a nearby rowan tree. Lying at its base, she curled into a tight ball, placing her thin tail over her nose, and fell asleep.

It was night when she next awoke. Sje had thankfully not been disturbed as she rested, aside from her constantly grumbling stomach as it complained because of how long it had gone without being filled. Rest was something she was often deprived of nowadays. She stood and stretched the stiffness from her limbs and muscles. The temperature was much colder than it had been before she had slept, making her be in a much worse mood than beforehand. The cold hardened her somewhat, but not near as bad as the nager she had felt before towards her father. She seemed old, despite her young age, but that made no difference to her. She might look a bit older than she was, but she was still as strong and as healthy as a young wolf should be. In the bright moon light her red eyes looked rather strange in contrast to her brown fur.

The night brought out nocturnal animals like raccoons and opossums, something that she was glad for. It made things somewhat warmer when life was stirring in the woods. When things were stirring, she had a chance to kill. Killing was her favourate pass time. She stretched again, then walked to the river’s edge. There was a small eddy by the shore of the river and she lapped up the calm water gratefully. She had not realized how thirsty she was until she had taken the drink. She was well aware of how hungry she was however. But the forest was somewhat lifeless with the darkened cover. There were no birds in the trees above to sing to her. These were birds the same birds that would sing and sing as she tried to sleep until finally the wolf would tire of it and kill the birds. The squirrels and the rabbits of the day time had retreated to their homes to sleep the night away, something that she could not understand. She loved the night, but perhaps that was only because she could hide in the shadows. It gave her an upperhand when she was ready to take another's life. They never see her coming, which takes much of the fun away. To make it a bit more interesting, she will whisper to them in the darkness, often singing sweet lullabies with grisly verses. [Rock a-by sweetest, your life will soon end, for your killer is here, and ready to bite, and slowly you'll die, but fear not.] ^{I couldn't think of anything so I made up some random crap on the spot.}

Now that she was awake, she knew that she would not sleep again until light, once again, fell upon the land. She could not sleep once she had awoken from a good rest. Turning away from the river, she went a little ways into the shadows of the trees and sat, listening to the world around her. There were few creatures out. An owl hooting here and there, and some mice and other small nocturnal rodents moved through the undergrowth of the forest. Little to be interested in. She smiled. Not a happy smile, but a smile nonetheless. Her eyes sparkled with interest at something, and then she leapt into the air. In her claws was a small raccoon, one that had not noticed her presence until is was too late. It looked to be only a youngling, barely grown. Despite that, she killed it and devoured it. Though she now had something in her stomach, it still growled angrily that that was all it would get for now. She never knew when her next successful big hunt would be, since there were no others to hunt with for the time being. Finished, she buried the remains and sat, wondering what was to become of her in these unfamiliar lands. She could have had a pack. She could have forced her father's followers to be her pack but instead, in her angered craze, she killed them. All sx of them died in that meadow. They never stood a chance. Poor souls.

Anger glinted in her eyes and she began to trot deeper into the forest. Her brown fur seemed to move to its own rhythm... Seemed to have a mind of its own as it danced in the whirling wind. The uppermost part of her body was damp and water dripped down to her belly. The stars overhead made bright bits of light on his wet back as she ran, her body stretched out and then coming together again with each step.

She sighed and plopped to the ground, pressing down snow that had been resting on the ground. Bruises covered her legs and scars covered the rest of her, making it obvious of the fights she had been in. She never had been the nicest wolf you would meet, and if she were honest with herself, she never would be. Friends were her enemies... Enemies she had none... she trusted no one. She had trained herself not to care for anyone, and that compassion only lead to her demise. Maybe it was because her own father betrade her, or maybe it was because she was just cold. Sje had been told she had an icy heart but she only laughed when told yhis, because she knew not only that her heart was iced but her whole being. She knew she was d**ned to live in hell but she cared not. She cherished the fact she would get to meet the devil eventually, for he is her hero. ^{evilevilevilevil}

She shook her head and stood once again and began running after a large opossum, driven by her hunger and simplicist madness. When she came from her daze of hunting she looked around to see herself at the edge of mountain. She looked around and wondered to herself if anyone lived here, if anyone had claimed this magnificant land form. Even if it were claimed, she planned to take it.

Her name you may wonder? Well it is so clear. Just listen in the wind and you will hear it. Close your eyes and sleep so it can whisper in your dreams. Sniff the air to smell her sweet aroma. She is the one you will dream of; or rather more, have nightmares about. The wolf went by the name of Fero, but given the name Gahara at burth. She cared for no one other than herself, her father had ruined any trust to build in her cold soul. She raised her head and howled to show her presence to any hidden wolves and to simply know her voice still lived. It had been several days since she spoke last. There was no one to speak with and nothing to speak about. Snow had risen as she ran through to forest, until now it was half way up her legs.

The wind blew her hair madly in several directions, only making her anger rise. She decided one of the caves that indented the side of the mountain would be the best place to get away from this horrid weather. Perhaps there she would find something larger to hunt; something else that was, too, hiding from the cold. She began her long trip up the mountain side, slipping every once in a while because of the slick rocks under the thick snow. On her trip her mind drifted off, giving her flashes of Shadow Lake's horrrfic death, warming her soul.

The fae shook her head and came back to reality. She began to walk towards the closest cave, her eyes glazed with memories of the recent past. Since she could remember, all she had memories of were killing… attacking and then killing. Was that all this nightmare consisted of? Maybe it was not a nightmare at all. Maybe it was her dream come true.

A fine line separates truth from lies but that line is nearly invisible to the eye to behold. So many lies strung together can excogitate a truth more delicious then the reality we struggle to thrive in. But what of those that dreamed their lives away, drowning themselves in a corrosive realm where the serenity of their existence is too inviting to refuse and then the genocide and war would arrive.

No life not even ones sanctified by the gods above can escape turmoil and barbarity. But they can only try. Do as they should and learn to live with it. But even through the strife they continue dreaming, willing their reverie to encompass them once more and allowing them that fictional freedom. But no matter the prayers spoken in their futile hopes to restore that unsubstantial balance they will forever be unanswered.
It doesn't pay to dream unless action swiftly follows. A somber contour shifting her weight from side to side was neither feral like those whose blood ran through her veins, nor was she insane beast the way those that had educated her. Or was she?

These careless creatures trust their faiths to such an extreme it becomes an obsession. Addicted to the daydreams they suffered and then to discover everything could so easily be snatched out of their grasps. She was no exception. The vivacious figure being illuminated by the stream of light whether it be moon or sun showered through the boughs of clouds and exposed her for what she was. An angry, malicious, masochistic being. Willing to do anything to bring her to the top.

Shadow black nose was pressed to the earth, hovering less then an inch over the earth as she inhaled the dusty auroma of the mountain. Ears flapped frequently to swat away horrible pictures of her pups lying lifelessly in the snow. The eerie hoots of a barn owl caused the appendages to revolve before flattening completely against her cranium as she proceeded up the mountain side. She was nearly there.

The corrosion of this fabricated reality is but as simple as dipping ones hand within the waters of time. Such an event is impossible to accomplish by mortal hands thus the reputed entities that preceded us offer their assistance. But to erode life it to will everything created, everything that was strived for to disappear and that morbidity holds ones heart when they stare into the eyes of their beloveds and find themselves unable to discern the truth that remains hidden by lashes and veiled by sweet nothings. But what did she care? Sje had no such sentiments to give to another. Well, that wasn't entirely true. If she ripped out your trachea it was her way of being affectionate. Nothing says I love you more then death and a kiss good night. Right? Or at least that was how she thought.

The mind of one so sick and twisted is always hard for another to understand. Especially when the other, is one whom is demented as well. But does this even make sense? Does anything ever make sense. The wolf has come to question everything, and with good reasoning that only he knows deep within her soul. Why do flowers bloom? Or grow in the first place? Does it make sense that a small harden shell, once placed int he ground, will flourish into something fifty times the orignal size, if not more. If this wolf had any sanity she might try to dream what it was like to be sane once more. She not been in a right mind since she was with Franoni when they were just young ignorant pups.

But these eyes staring hatefully into the darkness did not possess the ability to dream and cast this aptitude upon those like a sorcerer weaves a spell upon others, no, by they were enthralling a beguiling pair roused by the malice and carnage that is the worlds inevitable reaction towards them. Thus the creature that harbors such ill will. Fero padded passively along the rough path the cadenced fluidity of hrt strides echoed as hrt talons scrapped the withered stones that had long since lost their signifigance. The haughty manner she carried herself in could easily be a direct challenge. Or was it? One could never discern what she thought nor did many care to venture there.

Tail elevated dauntlessly as her cranial structure lifted and the grin developing upon her fascia was no longer hindered by trepidation or ambiguity. No she hadn't felt scared in quite a while now that she thought about it. Sure hse'd probably encountered a wolf who owned land she was trespacing upon, and they may even have had the nerve and ignorance to rebuke Fero for such gestures of dominance when it was clearly not her place. The scenerio played out in her mind, a delicious arguement followed by the symphony of hostility and then the forbidden drink of blood to wash her pallete. She remembered the scene all too cleary, fore it had happened so many times before.

But of course she knew such an event wouldn't transpire in that way. No, no, no, the alpha had many on his side whereas Fero had none. The indication that for numbers sake she was inadequate brought a vehement expression to grace her face. He'd have to fix that soon...
The looming silhouette of the cave designated for her that wamrth would soon be awarded to her. She ran into the cave, sliding across the slippery found and into the left wall. She felt her already bruised body smash into the stone, causing her to whimper. She laid her head on the ground and fell asleep, but unlike the last time, it was not a deep, restful sleep. She tossed and turned until light broke, casting a luminated haze through the cave, bright enough to wake her.

Part of the stuff above I found in Word and liked it. I don't really remember if I wrote it or what and am not really sure how it got in my server so I am using it, but mind you I am not fully sure if I wrote it. I think I did but... yeah you never know.

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Re: [[death]]-->fero<--[[closed]]
« Reply #1 on Jan 2, 2008, 3:16pm »

A E L O S Y N
~~warn your warmth to turn away.~~

Even a blind wolf could tell that winter had grasped Xythan with relentless force. Snow blanketed the landscape for miles around, coating everything in shades of white. The giant oak trees of the Serl Forest had lost their leaves, leaving their huge, sprawling branches exposed to the harsh climate they have been shielded from all year. Even the once melancholy Fjall Mountain, plauged with the spirits of the dead had a certain splendor to it as the snow fell. More than two feet of snow had fallen in the past two nights, and it was affecting all life that thrived here. As far as the eye could see, this land was desolate of all creatures of flesh and blood. Except, for Aelosyn.

His long bodice moved through the snow with a practiced aura about him. His silver gaze knew where the snow would collapse from under your paws, making you slip into at least a foot of snow. If one ever sunk into such freezing depths, you'd surely be dead by the next morning because of the snow's deadly grasp upon your body. That had happened to a brother of his, Aelosyn remembered. He and his siblings were just about a month old, romping about in the snow covered foothills of an old mountain, with no knowledge of the dangerous snow drifts. His brother fell back into a snow drift about three feet high, and was not able to get out. Aelosyn had ran for help, but by the time help arrived, his brother was already dead.

This sad memory made the alpha frown a little, but his eyes remained fixated on the snow that crunched underneath the weight of his large paws. Aelosyn traveled onward with a weary mindset. The Fjall Mountain was not a place that many ever dared to come to, what with the satanic vibe. The Telaniin Alpha really had no reason to be frightened of this place, after all. He had a rather grim talent with the dead, but the ominous shadow that the mountain cast upon the earth was very foreboding. His tri-colored pelt, usually dark and gray, was peppered with the snow that fell in an omnipresent manner from the fat gray clouds above. The male stopped for a moment and shook himself, ridding his peltage of the white snow, yet making him a bit chilled.

The wolf's ears flickered as he walked on, a trail of large paw prints exposing his path. Something didn't seem right. Aelosyn stopped dead in his tracks, lifted his maw and scented the bitter wind. A light scent came to him, signaling a female presence in the area. This made Aelosyn a bit suspicious. He didn’t know this scent at all, and this intruder might bring trouble to a rather peaceful Xythan. The male’s face morphed into one of calculating seriousness as he padded quietly onward, the face of the mountain just about one hundred feet away. The wind howled mournfully in Aelosyn’s ears. To him, this was a sign of a bad omen. Another bad omen was the mind numbing chill that gripped his body, partially locking up his muscles, making it hard for him to walk. That meant that something had just recently died, and the very thought of that, combined with a loner, troubled the Telaniin alpha. Something had to be done.

outofcharacter;; I'm aware that this post sucks. xD;;