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Post by sarhea on May 11, 2007 12:21:26 GMT -5
[ok, i'm so sorry, Paradigh, for jumping in quickly here on your turn, but it is just really quick and you can hate me later ;P]
The whole scene was like watching a horror movie in slow motion. She watched as both her friends struggled against the elements, death so close to taking them both. Yet she found herself paralyzed, helplessly unable to render any kind of assistance. Though she did not know what held her in place. She'd found the strength to stand, move to Tarot, and now stood in place under her own power; but what was holding her back from helping?
The scene before her continued to play in slow motion; but then something changed, something began to happen. Tarot's teeth were buried in the scruff of Devi's neck as the little wolf struggled and strained to pull the dark beast from the icy water. But out of nowhere, a movement arose from the mass of soggy wet fur. Out of nowhere, a spark of life came into the beast, and in a spray of icy water, Devi seemed to spring forth from his icy grave. But the sight that greeted her was not of the broken friend who'd helped her get this far, but a sight much more chilling than the previous one of him going beserk against a rock.
As the great beast hit the ice topside, a sight of uneartly rage, an urgency hit her like none she'd ever felt. Devi's hate filled gaze was locked on Tarot, and then the mammoth dark beast lunged out towards his dwarfed brother...at that same very moment, Shanda felt herself spring forth. She felt nothing, couldn't tell how fast or how much force there was behind her movements. All she knew was that she was aiming to hit Devi broadside, that if she did nothing now, Tarot woud surley parish. Devi had gone insane once more, but this time she felt no fear as she hoped she made her target and knocked the great beast off his target. And hoped that he would not turn his rage on her....
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Post by paradigh on May 11, 2007 14:14:09 GMT -5
((SHANDA I HATE YOU! Hehe, just kidding...Hmm...I do think we have to do something about that brother of mine...))
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Post by sarhea on May 11, 2007 14:28:12 GMT -5
[*snickers* Agreed...]
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Post by blackrage on May 11, 2007 14:36:22 GMT -5
[[O.o....]]
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Post by tarot on May 12, 2007 22:09:02 GMT -5
*Pull…pull…pull..Gooddammnit, Devi, why?! Why did you have to be so big? Why did you have to fall through the ice? Why did you have to try to find me? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TURN MY LIFE UPSDIE-DOWN!!!*
*-Eyes began to fall to the back of his head, jaws slackened, mind wandered…*
*The first vision that came wasn’t even his, but areal. A young mother, smiling softly, and licking two wet bundles that only had been on this earth minutes. Already, one could tell, one was large, one was small. One was light…one…was dark… Quickly now, he saw himself, but very young, still possessing needle like teeth and oversized paws. The mischievous glint that became his trademark first hit his eyes as he spoke with wonderstruck adult…and walking away, a black shadow of suppressed hatred stalked off….Now…not even a year ago, Tarot stood looking defiantly over his shoulder at the packs den. The world was his now..he would take it…*
*A splash and a roar brought the wolf back to reality. Devi was now out of the ice. A hysterical smile took over Tarot’s face. He had done it. That was one more mountain he had conquered. Weakly, the smaller twin almost fell to his knees. It was over. Finally, all this crap was over. This wretched night was over…* *A roar informed him otherwise…*
*The glaring, monstrous beast that may have once been that bitter pup flew at him. It wasn’t fair…that was the first thing to flit through the doomed males head. This whole thing wasn’t fair. He didn’t ask to be found. He didn’t egg on this hatred. He wasn’t responsible for his brothers madness… Next was, what a way to go. How many were taken down by their brother. And the last came with a wiff of a scent. Shanda…it was terrible that Shanda would be alone now..would have to see him die this way. Tarot knew he had no strength to dodge, or defend. This was the end. The jester wasn’t afraid. He already felt dead. Hopelessly, two toned eyes looked up into the red and furious eye of his brother…his only thought…goodbye…*
*A missile of black and white had somehow interfered. It took the small male to figure out what had happened. Shanda…Shanda had taken out Devi! Life reentered Tarot, and he scrambled to his feet. This was the end. They had to leave, leave this monster, save themselves. Shakily, the seer began backing up*
Shanda! Shanda, you fool! Run…RUN!
*Knowing that not even she was stupid enough to disagree, he kicked up his heals and ran home*
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Post by sarhea on May 16, 2007 22:23:05 GMT -5
[Blackrage....*whimpers and pokes with a stick*]
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Post by blackrage on May 17, 2007 19:51:20 GMT -5
[[Sorry I haven't got to this..I just have finals to do..and no muse has really set itself upon me..but saying that would be a lie for the post I just wrote..I think it's just because I'm not in a good mood and have become lazy..but please forgive me..?]]
Where was he? No where. Not in this existence. Not in this time. Not anywhere. He was lost as far as anyone could concern, and be it a true statement that he had lost his mind....
....and time was slowing down.
No....time had stopped as far as he knew.
It was all a freeze frame, the whole of the acts that had been committed. Committed to death and memory. He was suspended in the air, all in a rage and fury, ready to rip apart the very next thing he was able to get ahold of. Tarot was in front of him, a whimpering ball of fluff..that wolf he had always hated..from the very beginning. Shanda..the fae he loved was also in flight, a missile- like projectile heading straight for his path..straight for him.
But then it all came back..in a tempo that he never expected to come. Pain stabbed him like a knife, and sheared through him as his behemoth form struck the ice, sending shatters of it everywhere, ice daggers that only further tolled injury upon his already battered body, and placing wounds upon his wounds. Blood smeared across that glassy surface as he slid along from the impact, teeth snapping together as his jaws jarred against the dense, frozen waters. Limbs flew astray, and tail flapped behind as he rolled.
Rolled away from his target.
This very fact dawned on him in mid- tumble, and he used the very force of momentum to throw himself up, and righten himself upon the broad pads of his feet, claws stained just as crimson as the rest of him had become. Dark pelt seemingly mixed with the blood, creating designs that would later stick, and harden, and become a trademark upon his darkened pelt. Only until it was washed off. But the notion would still remain, as he was scared in those same patterns.
Teeth bared back till well of an inch of gum line could be seen, and a great, audible hiss sprang from his throat. His only vision gotten was of his brother's fleeing form, and another movement. The form of the wolf that had assaulted him. Knocked him from his eternal target. Caused him further pain....and his revenge- full nature lashed out.
Bi- color eyes glared hatred as they narrowed and locked themselves upon Shanda. Be it the fact of her fleeing, or maybe her fighting back, it was unknown to him. But he had other ideas, and he sprang sideways, leaping across the ice, and disappearing into the forsaken woods just beyond.
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Post by sarhea on May 18, 2007 9:39:42 GMT -5
[ ...finals....I always hated that time of year...and no problem...I forgive you...forgive me for sounding pushy? i didn't mean to....I have become lazy and distracted...so we're kinda in the same boat...]
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Post by sarhea on May 22, 2007 10:42:55 GMT -5
Time couldn't have been moving any slower as she bolted towards Devi. She felt not the pelting of the ice against her face nor the bite of the bitter cold wind as she somehow propelled herself towards the snarling dark beast. The picture before her, the one that grew larger in her view way too slowly, was one that chilled her to the bone. Tarot, the small male who had been her very first friend, stood seemingly petrified. Devi, the large, unpredictable beast, who'd just hours earlier confessed his love for her....this she still didn't understand, only that it was supposed to be something good...but if it was good, and he felt something good for her, why was he now a snarling, hate filled monster with death on his mind-and towards his own brother!
Shanda felt the impact as she flew into Devi's side. She hit with her head down, so the impact landed on the back of her neck and shoulders. The area came alive with the same burning sensation her feet had upon puting her weight on them. And then her world was spinning. She felt weightless for a split second before impact again...this time with the cold, hard icy ground. She laid there a minute, dazed, before remembering her goal. Had she saved her friend? Was Devi ok? Somehow, she was on her feet again, her heavy head swinging back and forth, surveying the area. Devi was tumbling across the ice, leaving blood stains in the snow as he went....he was hurt...but then he stopped, springing forth to right himself out of mid roll..
"Shanda! Shanda, you fool! Run…RUN!"
Tarot's voice. Her head turned quickly as she stood there dumbly, turned to lock gaze with him. Worry and fear was in his eyes, before he then turned tail and bolted towards his den. A savage snarl snaped her gaze back to her other friend. The sight of his hate filled gaze now boring into her sent waves of fear coursing through her frozen body and she backed up a few steps, her eyes wide in fear.
"Devi-Devi stop this!" she called out in fear, hoping her voice wasn't as weak sounding to him as it was to her.
Movement...this was it. He was going to rip her apart. She shut her eyes tighly as he lunged, waiting for the pain she was sure would come, but then, nothing. Her eyes flew open to see Devi bounding across the ice, back towards the forest. She was dumbfounded once again. Her brain would not process this, would not even try. She turned her gaze back in the direction Tarot had gone. She wished he'd at least helped her. But she had seen a new part of the small wolf. Behind the proud, mystical fortune teller was a coward. He was the same as she....no wonder she felt so connected to him the moment she'd met him. They were the same....She lowered her head in defeat, as some strange force propelled her slowly forward, back the direction Tarot had run. She wanted to just lay down and let the storm take her life, but onward she moved.
Snow coverd sand and beach turned to icy rock as an unknown force led her forth. A few times she stumbled, only to rise once more. The heavy blowing snow made everything appear white, as if she was walking in nothing. But suddenly, a dark opening...Tarot's cave...she'd found it....She stumbled forth from the freezing elements into the massive expanse, but she did not see the Jester. No doubt that he would be found somewhere in the upper ledges of the cave, but she would not be able to get up there.
"Tarot...." she called. She felt strange as she fell to a sitting position, her head reeling. She needed warmth. She was finally out of the elements, but wouldn't stand much of a chance without some sort of warmth. She had no idea if she'd said his name loud enough for him to hear. She laid down next to the large rock formation that was Tarot's "throne" and curled into a tight ball, wrapping her thick tail over her head and nose, trying to find warmth....
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Post by tarot on Jun 4, 2007 15:49:45 GMT -5
*Small cheast now plowed through the snow, if anything, to make room for his lady to come through. Tarot had come against many things in his life, but this was, by far, the most terrifying. The little wolf had never in his life been more scared than he was that moment.Legs were shaking so badly that the fallen jester could barely run, eyes so unfocused, he was going on instict alone. Terrified and exhausted sobs were now echoing from his slathering mouth. What had happened? He had almost died a wretched and bloody death at the jaws of his disturbed brother, that's what. The only reason his scraggily hide was still here was left in a trail of snow behind him. What an ass, he screamed at himself. THe only life that had loved him back. The only soul that could make him feel safe and sound. Shanda was now left to fight off the monster that was Devinations. If things turned bad, the cur had little chance, and if it turned good, she would know his true nature. Either way, what happened had to. What was the point in both dying, if one life could be spared. But still, stumbling across the shreadded body of "his" lady when the thaw came made him want to die himself.*
*With his heart about to burst with sorrow, and the preasure of the running, Tarot finnaly made it to his home. Claws clacked on the frozen stone, his panting made it sound like a monster live there. He froze, thinking of that. Isn't that what he always wanted? To make a persona of himself to big and terrifyingly fantastical that all around him would be impressed? The grey wolf took a moment to feel the red foam drip from his jowls. He won. He won the game. Even his home had become himself. Look at it, he told himself..look at it...he shook, both in weakness and anger. A truly terrifying sight. Small wolf, covered in ice that had frozen to his coat after the rescue, splattered with his own blood as it flew from his mouth, now snarling, bi-eyes glaring at the floor...*
LOOK AT IT!
*Tarot cried.*
*His home. To absolutely anyone it was magnificent looking. The ceiling that went on forever. The almost obsessive cleanliness. The perfectly placed window letting in just enough light. Impressive, intimidating, awe inspiring...*
*But a cold breeze relieved it to be nothing but rocks at face value*
*Tarot held his body so low, that he was almost laying down. Nothing made sense...it was all a blur. Was there hope...hope...HOPE! HOPE! There was one way to find out! With no words, the seer shakily made his way to his hiding place. It would have appeared to have been a wolf running up into the air. That was yet another one of his showy secrets. A small ledge that led to his pool...it could tell him.*
*Paws finally landed on something strong and sturdy. Desperation shining in his eyes, Tarot ran to his pool. If it was possible for his heart to sink any further it would have. But it was at it's lowest, and would only be taken lower by death. His pool..dark. The moon, his window...all blocked by the blizzard. So sad. There wasn't even room for crying...just for leaning his chin on the ledge of his window...*
*So enveloped he was, Tarot didn't smell or hear the clacking of familiar claws. It wasn't until his name was called did he realize that hope had walked in. Tarot choked on his own gasp as he spun around. As though it were a dream, Shanda lay on his throne. Convinced it was a dream, the tiny male trotted down the ledge as quietly as he could. All his heart told him to leap on her, to love her life, to tell her that he worried for her. But he was afraid. Ears were now completely pinned back as he stoped short of her, just watching her breathe.*
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Post by sarhea on Jul 5, 2007 11:35:18 GMT -5
She was standing in a fog...her mind drifting in and out of conciousness. At the moment, she felt nothing, saw nothing. But now that she was out of the elements, she was not growing colder. Warmth was only coming much too slowly. She was so tired, her body so heavy, so heavy it was even a struggle to breath. A faint noise drifted to her ears, from the depths of the shadows of her mind; the sound of claws on stone. A familiar scent...Tarot? In her dreams, she looked around in the fog..."Tarot? Tarot, where are you?" her voice echoed around her.
In reality, she was still curled tightly in a ball, her dream state call coming out as a muffled whimper from beneith the wet fur of her tail. Tarot's scent drifted in stronger, and dragged her back into reality. Her head slowly slid across the cold stone, her heavy eyelids opening. Her vision was blurred as light hit her eyes. Soon, the shape of the small male appeared out of the blur. She eyed him curiously. Why the hurt, disgusted look? Tarot appeared broken. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. This whole situation was screwed up. Who's life wouldn't be in shambles after what they had been through? She was beyond blaming anyone. She would sort her own emotions out later. Now she was glad that her friend was still here, that he'd heard her. Her eyes opened again, her lips curling up in a faint wolfish smile as her tail thumped lightly against the stone. She could not find her voice, but her expression told him that she didn't care about anything at the moment other than she was happy to see him.
(sorry for the lameness...and the absense...i'll try to be around more)
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