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Post by sarhea on May 2, 2007 21:13:58 GMT -5
Ashay stormed across the dark cemetary, her paws carrying her carelessly across graves as her claws dug into the soft mud, tearing up the ground as she went. Thunder rolled in the background, lightning flashing in the distance, warning of the coming storm. She was furious, her hackles raised, a deep growl in her throat, eyes narrowed. There was no outward reason for her mood-there was no seen agressors. Even she didn't have a real good grasp on the reasons. This cemetary was getting to her-all the death, the depression....She was physically, mentally, and spiritually fatigued, drained...added with the beginnings of PMS....Ashay at the moment was a flat out, nasty spirited, bitch.
Her eyes darted across the dreary scene, keeping a look out, especially for any males who would dare try to take advantage of her. She was anything but a helpless female lost in a hostile environment; she was a force to be reconded with in her state of mind; she felt as if she could take on anything and rip it's very heart out. And quite frankly, the thought sounded very desireable...
In her clouded thoughts, she stumbled upon a jumble of twisted limbs, causing her to loose her footing, falling to her chest. She hit the soft earth atop an old grave with a thud, a brief moment of surprise passing before a rage sprung forth and she turned to attack the pile of sticks, sending splinters in all directions before her strong jaws clamped around a piece that was too big to be snapped in one bite. Strangely, this calmed her a bit, and she took the stick and laid down on top of the grave, chewing diligently on the piece of wood. She didn't care who might of heard her outburst....
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Post by Firedance on May 3, 2007 14:41:58 GMT -5
It was only Shade's instinct to survive which kept her going now. The small wolf was unrecognisable from her former self in the state she was in now; he once soft grey coat was bedraggled, wet and caked in mud, her ribs easily visible underneath it. Her eyes were half closed with fatigue, and she yearned for a place which would offer her some respite from the elements that whichever deity she believed in were throwing at her.
Yet Shade dragged her pathetic-looking body onwards, her half-concious brain urging her to stuggle on, promising her that if she made that extra distance, she would find that which she craved so much. A fallen branch caught her underbelly and clung on so that she was hauling it along with her. It proved to be the last straw on Shade's back and she slumped onto the ground to become one with the sticky mud and sodden dead leaves. There she lay, her ribcage rising and falling as narrow breaths of night air rushed in and quickly escaped it. It crossed the wolf's mind that the easy option would be to die here, and let her spirit leave her broken body to go to somewhere more amenable.
But Shade wasn't ready to let go yet. Her lips twitched into a curl and she snarled at herself to get up and fight for herself. She stumbled on for another few metres, then crashed and hit the floor again. A rough breeze battered her face, and in the midst of her extreme hunger and fatigue, she picked up a few delicate notes of wolflike musk which were carried on it. Again she picked her sorry self up off the ground, this time driven forward by the will to find out who she was sharing the vicinity with.
Her thin, sinewy legs carried her to a clearing surrounded by trees. Looking through the mask that her current state had placed over her mind, Shade noticed that it was a strange place, with stones sticking in and out of the ground, and which carried an overwhelming aura of earthy death. She stood on the edge of the line of trees for a long while, drinking in the sights and smells that this new place had brought to the table.
Then the wolf saw a figure on the ground, and she knew that this creature was the carrier of the scent which she had so blindly pursued.
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Post by sarhea on May 3, 2007 15:20:29 GMT -5
Lightning flashed once more, the storm drawing closer, and the eerie light illuminated Ashay's muddy white pelt. She'd given up on trying to stay clean, and no telling what the diet of death dwelling rodents were doing to her system. She despised their flavor, but she had to eat, and the rats of the cemetary were easy targets. How she longed for rabbit, deer, or even a stray cat. She was growing desperate enough for food that she would even consider feasting on a stray pet dog....she'd caught their scents in the cemetary before, though most of the scents were old.
Her angry jaws finally tore through the stick, and the two pieces fell from her mouth to the ground on either side of her mud-caked paws. A sound caught her attention, a faint sound, but it was movement and from a larger creature. Her head shot up, ears erect, nose flaring, taking in all sounds and smells. The creature was in the trees that surrounded the cemetary, and she was out in the wide open like a fool. Her lips curled back in a silent snarl as her ears went back, plastered to her skull. Her nose found a very light scent, a smell of wolf. Her eyes narrowed as she gritted her teeth, white fangs still showing. She brought her head back low to the ground as she attempted to back off the top of the grave she was perched upon, trying to find a concealing place. She didn't know if she'd been spotted or not, but assumed she had. She moved back around the side of the bramble of dead limbs she'd stumbled over earlier and peered into the tree line. She thought she saw a faint shadow in the trees, but she coudn't have been for sure. And that scent that came stronger now...there was something familiar about it, and it didn't feel good...her hackles raised as her glaring eyes probed the darkness. Thunder rolled, closer this time, and Ashay could smell the coming rain. It wouldn't be long now before the storm hit, and once again she'd be facing a stranger in the rain. Would she be so lucky for it to not be a Sallin wolf once again?
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Post by Firedance on May 5, 2007 16:43:59 GMT -5
Shade continued to loom in the shadows, a small dark figure concealed by the darkness. A sharp sound caught her soft ears and she tensed them forwards in order to pick out any other sounds that the creature would make. She took three stiff-legged steps into the clearing, her whole body poised, ready to flee at any moment, although her running ability was notably dented by the state she was currently in.
The wolf's lips curled as a secondary rustling sound passed by, followed by a sudden movement in the darkness. Her sharp eyes narrowed and she felt a surge of adrenalin invigorating her slight body. She scanned the clearing for further signs of life, and sensing none, decided to make her presence known.
'Show yourself!' Shade barked into the wind. The air carried the sound from her lips and tousled with it as it echoed round the clearing. She knew she was putting herself in danger by approaching a stranger alone, hungry and incredibly tired as she was, but impatience had got the better of her, and, she thought to herself, what had she got to lose? The she-wolf was in no fit condition for efficient hunting, so in the long run, surely she would die anyway. Shade knew she had to be realistic about her fate, and at the present moment she was prepared to take her chances.
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Post by sarhea on May 5, 2007 20:53:39 GMT -5
Ashay's eyes widened a bit as the wolf came out of the shadows. A disturbing memory that had been shoved to the back of her mind was trying to surface, but she just couldn't place why this creature seemed so familiar. She stayed as hidden as she could behind the pile of dead limbs, watching the female wolf come closer. The breeze began to pick up, the air heavy with the coming moisture. Ashay's ears perked forward abit as the female ventured even closer. This femme was alert and cautious....Ashay's presence had been sensed. Ashay noticed this females's sad physical condition. Her fur was muddier than Ashay's, and her bones were clearly seen under the female's ragged hide. Ashay was not in much better shape, but this creature seemed half out of it already. Only when the female seemed to sense Ashay did a spark come back into her eyes.
'Show yourself!'
That voice....A bolt of lightning illuminated the cemetary followed quickly by a loud clap of thunder. But that was all Ashay needed to get a good glimpse of the female....purple on gray...a brief memory from the past flooded to the surface of her mind. She had been in the closing stages of a con, about to get her payout, and then a cocky little thing had caught on to her game. From her brief encounter with that female, it seemed that the other had also been after food and Ashay had gotten in her way...though Ashay thought it the other way around....and the other...what had she called herself....the other had threatened to alert the pack...angry words had been exchanged, no compromise found before they both had been chased out...
Ashay's lips curled back, her sharp fangs glistening in the night as she remembered what the female had called herself. There was no mistaking that this was that wolf. Ashay slowly stood, a low, deep snarl sounding. She took a defensive stance, her head low, hackles raised, ears flatened to her skull. She moved to take a stance upon the grave she had been on earlier.
"Shade...."her voiced hissed through her teeth, followed by a threatning growl, her teeth flashing in the night the whole time.
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Post by Firedance on May 6, 2007 18:07:55 GMT -5
Shade bristled silently as the creature was stripped of her mask of darkness. Her stance was once of dominant aggression- ears forward, head held high. She did not have to look twice for not-so-old memories to be sprung to the forefront of her mind. She had witnessed this, this low-life, in a moment of great dishonesty and evil trickery which had rendered Shade's recollections of her doings indellable in her head.
They had encountered each other a few months before, while the land was gripped in the throes of winter, at a time when nourishment in any form was nigh on impossible to find. Both wolves had been residing temporarily with a small pack, for survival rather than the need for companionship. The pack, although hospitable towards the newcomers, was unlucky in hunting, and while Shade had given the pack up, the other female had stayed on in the hope of some food.
A few days after having left the pack, Shade had thought herself lucky- after much patience, perseverance and stubbon spirit she had managed to find herself a fresh trail, a scent laid down by something living and breathing, which had muscles which flexed and blood which ran through its veins. She had been within breathing distance of her quarry, her lips curled and her back muscles tensed ready to spring at any moment. But as she had given chase, Shade recounted bitterly, she was caught unawares by the pack she had left, led by the bitch that she stood before tonight. She remembered how the she-wolf had sprinted away from the pack she had conned out of a meal they so desperately needed, and how, refusing to give up her prize so easily, Shade had given chase. She had found her opponent in a small cave devouring the sinewy hare, face covered with warm sticky blood. The sight had made her blind with anger and, in a frenzy, she had tried ferociously to steal back what was rightfully hers. But the she-wolf had been too strong for Shade, and instead she had had to resort to angry threats to bring justice to the bitch, threats of turning her in to the pack, of giving them a carcass to really tuck into.
Why had she not carried through with her idea, Shade thought bitterly to herself as she glared angrily at the grey creature that stood defensively on a large, rectangular stone which was bathed in stormy moonlight. The sound of wings flapping in the tall trees forced her to avert her gaze for a split second, and, fixing her eyes once again onto the low-life that stood before her, a name swung together with the snarling face with such intensity that it sent shock waves through Shade's soul-
'Ashay.'
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Post by sarhea on May 10, 2007 18:00:45 GMT -5
Ashay could feel the growing presence of the coming storm, threatning any minute to release it's fury upon the cemetary and all within. Her eyes, still narrowed, stayed locked on their target. It did not take long for a the hint of recognition to enter the eyes of the half-starved beast before her. Ashay too, remembered that night. They were all hungry, and driven to the point of madness when they'd come across the trail of prey. It had been easy enough for Ashay to lead them astray, to loose them to follow the real trail. The rabbit had been easy enough to catch, but what she had not counted on was running back into that deserting purple adorned gray bitch.
It had been a night not far unlike this one; dark, gloomy, threatning of storms. She'd found a nice hidden place to enjoy her freshly caught meal and had been right in the middle of devouring it when Shade had so rudely barged in. Things may have turned out differently had not the gray bitch gone crazy with hungar driven rage, and had attacked, attempting to take the prey from her. And then Ashay had overpowered her and the threats began....the thought made her blood boil just thinking about it.
Thats when the rest of the ignorant pack had arrived, right before the insults and threats would have driven her to her breaking point and she would have put the starving creature out of her misery. Both females bore the blood of the prey after having fought over it. The pack immediately labled them both traitors, and both had to flee for their lives, both loosing the prey they had fought and bickered so hard for.
"Ashay"
The cold words brought Ashay back to the present, and a cold, calculating, malicious grin replaced her vicious stance. She stepped down from her perch, slowly, methodically. She'd been furious as she fled for her life, vowing that if she ever got the chance, she'd finish what they'd started....
As the first drops of rain began to fall, Ashay slowly stalked forward, keeping the same distance between the two of them. She had no idea what would happen next. She was hungry-there had been no food for almost 2 days. Though she appeared to be in better shape than Shade, she was strongly feeling the effects of fatigue and hungar. At the sight of that wretched beast, she so longed to finish what they'd started, but she honestly didn't know now if she could win. She paused and took a stance before Shade, several yards from her.
"I never dreamed I come across you again," her voice hissed on the word 'you'; and then the floodgates of the sky opened wide as the storm finally let loose its rage....
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Post by tormand24532 on May 10, 2007 18:13:05 GMT -5
[May I join]
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Post by sarhea on May 10, 2007 18:33:15 GMT -5
[this one is a private rp right now...sorry]
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Post by tormand24532 on May 10, 2007 18:39:34 GMT -5
[no problem.]
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Post by Firedance on May 15, 2007 8:24:09 GMT -5
[Sorry I'm taking so long over this Shanda.. I kind of need to get in the zone a bit to do a decent RP post and, well.. the doors to my zone are a bit tricky to open at the mo. Will get there soon though!]
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Post by sarhea on May 15, 2007 14:57:20 GMT -5
[no problem! *hugs*]
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Post by Firedance on May 24, 2007 9:03:13 GMT -5
Shade's shoulders tensed and her hackles raised, sensing the rising tension in the air. As Ashay stalked towards her, she sidestepped across the leafy ground in order to keep her distance from the other wolf, eyes on her enemy the whole time, ever ready for the action to commence. She wouldn't start the attack, that would be plain suicide.
'I never dreamed I would come across you again.' Ashay's words acted like a catalyst onto Shade's swelling anger, and she lowered her head and small black ears whilst emitting a low, rumbling growl. This cocky low-life needed to be taught a lesson. The wolf found it all the more difficult to restrain herself, and she forced her mind to hold back until it was absolutely necessary for the fighting to commence. She was fully aware who would have the upper hand in a scrap between the two of them, and the thought didn't give her much confidence.
'My apologies.' Shade replied coldly, her words laced with sarcasm. She snarled in the way only a wolf bitch could, a high, lip curling flash of teeth. Aware that her body language was giving out the signal that she was afraid and apprehensive, Shade tried her best to give an impression of dominance. Tail and ears raised high, she heightened her stance in order to make her meagre presence a little more intimidating.
That grin.. Shade couldn't bear to look at it, so immense was her anger towards that bitch. How could this wolf just stand in front of her, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and claim that Shade was in fact the one in the wrong? The small wolf trembled with frustration as she dwelled on the thought.
As the heavy raindrops splashed onto her muddy face, Shade collected her thoughts. 'What a twisted sense of fairness you have, Ashay. I deserved that food, it was mine. You on the other hand-' Shade struggled to put her anger into words, and instead spat onto the sodden ground in front of Ashay.
She regretted the action as soon as her stringy spittle hit the floor.
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Post by sarhea on May 30, 2007 22:57:30 GMT -5
[sorry for the delay...I'm trying to come up with a decent post in the midst of all kinds of RL crap....]
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Post by sarhea on Aug 19, 2007 11:26:47 GMT -5
The rising tension of the air grew stronger with every breath, and the air was charged with energy with every bolt of lightning as the storm quickly drew closer. Every bone in Ashay's body tensed with anger towards the sad creature before her, and it took every ounce of her being to keep herself from lunging out in attack.
Her stronger appearance was just that-an appearance. Most of her reserve energy was wasted on the irritating pile of sticks she'd tripped upon earlier. Even now as she stood expending more energy in her aggressive stance, she felt her muscles screaming out in exhaustion. Food had just been too scarce. To rush blindly into a battle now would be suicide. Any injuries received would pretty much be a death sentence.
Ashay couldn't suppress an angry snarl as Shade spoke up about the food being hers and spat upon the already damp earth. It was all she could do to keep herself from launching forward, her muscles quivering.
"I on the other hand what!" her voice seething from between clenched jaws.
"How is it that only you deserved that rabbit? It is not my fault that you were too slow to catch it. Is it not the law of nature that to the strongest go the spoils?" She now sat, a twisted grin spreading across her maw, an aloof look replacing her anger.
"I was just the stronger wolf-I deserved that meal-you deserved whatever nature hands to the weak"
She was taunting the starving creature before her. Ashay could tell Shade was starving, but one could never underestimate one's opponent. If a battle were to erupt, she wanted the pathetic bitch before her to make the first move-be the first to waste what little energy was to be had. Who knew what the night held-what either of their fates would be...
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