Searching [Mortil]

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Sniff..sniff. sniff

Revolution was following the scent trail of her brother. He had disappeared, and she was worried. Now she followed a faint, rain drenched, trail that suggested he was in a fight a few days ago, as the tangy metallic taletell scent of blood as cloaked around his own scent. She was also dreadfully lost, not knowing where she was, or which was home. Her ears were held close to her head, and her sightless eyes seemed tired. Truth be told, she was lonely again, and without her brother, was uncertain how long she could live.

Revolution got a bad feeling from the road she was on, but she knew that her brother was hurt, but where was he, and was he …? That was a scary thought to female. Shaking her head to clear that thought away, she howled softly, searching for her brother, or anyone else that might need her help. She liked helping others, but for some reason, she could tell why, she had one wolf stuck in her mind. Who was the lucky fellow you ask? A gentle male known by her as Mortil.

Shaking the building dirt from her fur, the female wolf sniffed, sensing something wasn't right. What was that odd feeling called. Oh yeah, Deja vu. Well, Revolution was having a case of that, and when she heard an evil laugh behind her, she screamed, falling on her butt. "Revolt! Mortil! Help" Right in front of her, a very angry looking wolf stood. He laughed, stalking toward her. His brown eyes staring at her. "Call out all you want, no one will help you." His name was Archer, and boy was his mean. Looking at the lonely female, he growled.

She was utterly helpless, without any friends around her, and no herbs to help her defeat said creepy wolf threatening her. So, she called out in a loud howl, knowing there was one wolf she could trust, she only hoped he near.

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Dante's pass. Why was it always Dante's pass? Mortil sniffed indignantly to himself, muttering about the indecencies of snow and all the accursed things about it. Suffice to say, the lean wolf did not like snow one bit. He hated being cold, and he hated being surrounded by the white stuff. It clung to his fur, exaporated, and created a wet and unhappy Mortil.

But something was wrong. He could feel it. There was an ominous feeling in the air, like conflict about to explode into action. And if it was one thing the wolf had learned to rely in, it was his instinct.

And then he heard it.

The glass shattering howl, if you could call it that. Mortil immediatly tensed, his fur rising on end and his ears slanting back. His lips peeled back in a terrible snarl as he shifted into a loping run. He knew that howl. He only hoped he wasn't too late.

Luckily for Revolution, he wasn't. The vagabond wolf was as fast as a streaking arrow, and they weren't too far apart from each other, conincidentally. Mortil took in the scene at once, bunching his muscle together to leap forward in a great bound. A blur of ash grey passed in front of the other male, and then Mortil took its place, in front of Revolution. Despite the cloth bandage wrapped around his left shoulder, the wolf looked fierce and angry, single eye gleaming with fire.

"You know..", he said in a soft, menacing voice, "It's not polite to harass females like that." He peeled back his lips, baring his fangs and shifting his stance. "Back away, or I'll kill you, simple as that."

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The female was surprised to meet up with the male she had attended to, his shoulder still wrapped up. That made her fear fade somewhat. This was the real Mortil, huh? Well, Revolution wasn't too surprised by him. After all, she had called him a friend, and she was growing fond of them male. "Mortil" The fear evident in her voice as the bigger male loomed over her, his dark eyes frightening her.

Archer heard her howl, and then, their was a flash of gray, and before he knew much, the male wolf known as Mortil was addressing him.

"You know..", "It's not polite to harass females like that." "Back away, or I'll kill you, simple as that."

A cruel smile exploded across the male's face as he saw Revolution getting up. She was shaking, and he could tell she was blind, and that made him laugh. "Like the weak ones, don't you? Why save her, after all, she is nothing but a blind, mindless, brat" Revolution visibly flinched as he insulted her. Archer took a few steps backwards, putting distance between him and the other male. Then, he rushed to left, grabbing Revolution and throwing her to the ground roughly. Archer up a paw against her stomach, threatening her with disgusting and unwelcome touches. She flinched again, struggling to get away, sapping her energy. Archer closed his mouth around her neck, causing her to sputter, and then stiffen.

"No!" Cried a weak, but very angry female. Revolution kicked, and bit, but the male laughed at her. "Pathetic little urchin. Should I kill you now, or wait until your friend over there leaves you here to die?' Revolution was starting to cry, but she managed to fit back the sobs, though, it was clear she was upset.

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Mortil's eye flashed. The other male made the first move, going for Revolution. Before the scarred wolf could react, the male had her pinned down. He ground his fangs and wheeled around, fangs flashing.

"Get off her." He said quietly. There was something different about his voice; the way it changed, during battle. It was normally dry and half-friendly, but now, it was hollow, sepulchral...some would say terrifying.

He slashed with his fangs at a blazing speed, tearing at the other male in a flurry of vicious attacks. Fang slash after fang slash was followed by rapid swipes with his paws. Those who survived combat with Mortil had oft said he was brutal, swift, and a berserker. Small wonder his name meant 'Death Shade'.

He couldn't explain it, but the other male only filled him with disgust. He wanted to cast him off the highest cliff in Dante's Pass...to rend him to pieces...

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Archer watched as the male rounded on his feet, turning to face him. Revolution was quickly becoming lightheaded due to the lack of vital oxygen she needed. She heard Mortils' voice and it mader a dark and very well rounded shudder trace down her spine.

"Get off her."

He looked at at the male, who moments later, unleashed a fury of attacks. He was forced to let of the female below him, who gasped as she was able to take a deep breath. Above her Archer was qickly being beaten by Morti. The black, gray, and red male knew he was done for if he didn't move away, and so, he jumped to the left. Revolution staggered to her feet. "Ow, my throat." She gingerly placed a paw on her neck, feeling pain rush through her. He had bruised her.

Without any hesitatiion, Archer snarled, but did not attack. He knew when he was beat, and walked up to the female, spitting in her face. She grabbed Mortil, hugging him feircely in fright. She was shaking. The dark male then walked away into the woods. Feeling it was safe, the female hugged him tighter. She was now crying out of fear, her tears stained her light color fur. "I was so scared." She said, her eyes streaming tears.

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Mortil barely registered the fact that the male retreated. He made to go after him, fangs bared in anger, but stopped when Revolution clung fiercely to him. He froze then. The effect was like cold water being poured on him.

"I was so scared."

Mortil recalled the events of the battle. He winced as he did so. It was true, he was a monster in combat, and he knew it. He wrapped his long tail around the female, trying to soothe her as he did so.

"It's alright..it's alright okay? He's gone..." He looked at her with his good eye. "I apologize...I must have scared you too...combat has a way of changing me...but..
No matter what he said, he couldn't help but know that battle fury was a part of him, what he was. It didn't make him proud, but if it had protected Revolution..well, at least that was enough for now.

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Pacified by the long fluffy tail that clung to her, Revolution was able to calm down enough to let go of his fur. She had be rather comfortable with it, but she doubted he had too much cared for being hugged a female he hardly knew.

"It's alright..it's alright okay? He's gone..." "I apologize...I must have scared you too...combat has a way of changing me...but..

She understood what he was saying and shook her head. "I can't see anything remember? I only knew you were protecting me and that made me feel better. It was the other wolf that scared me, not you." Revolution examined herself, wincing as she heard a deep bark like laugh from the woods. He was still there, hiding from Mortil and is battle fury. Revolution looked around, feeling very vulnerable. "Its a good thing you're close by, or else I'b be…" She didn't want to think about that.

"I stand by what I said before" Her voice was slowly becoming less shrill.

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"I can't see anything remember? I only knew you were protecting me and that made me feel better. It was the other wolf that scared me, not you."

Mortil snorted softly. "Don't lie. You have sharp ears. By any account, you heard my voice. Hollow. Sepulchral. When I fight, the very ebb of life and death feels like a thread." He turned his head, inspecting his bandage. It seemed to have held, and there was no red stain. That was good, the wolf noted satisfactorily. The bleeding was starting to stop and the wound was closing in earnest.

The rogue wolf heard the laugh, and it was hateful to him. Cruel and cold! At the moment Mortil wanted nothing more than to sink into that wolf with his fangs. He looked at Revolution.

"It's dangerous to be traveling through Dante's Pass alone" he half-scolded. He glanced back in the direction of the trees. "He's a nasty piece of work, but he's still a coward. Do you want to kill him for you?" he said bluntly, baring his fangs and howling. It was a chilling sound, the likes of which some have never heard in their lifetimes. It was as cold as the chilling wind of Dante's Pass, and as sharp as the swords of old man used to carry.

It was the howl of death, the howl of the hunt.

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Revolution, although she had no sigh, had heard him snort, turning her head toward him. She did not move away from his side though, a sign she was still worried. Her tail did something it hadn't in a long time. It came up over her back, standing straight up and looking very dominiant. The she-wolf fixed her posture, looking suddenly rather regal. It was her way of defying the male that had attacked. Revlution was a kind soul, but she was still a wolf, meaning she could still hate and feel anger like many others, but her pure heart told her that killing would not solve anything.

"Don't lie. You have sharp ears. By any account, you heard my voice. Hollow. Sepulchral. When I fight, the very ebb of life and death feels like a thread."

She couldn't help but give a coy smile. He had seen through her, well somewhat. "Never have you seen me fight. I don't usually, but if I am angry enough, well, I can become rather nasty to say the least. My target can't hide, my hearing allows me to hear even the faintest breath on the wind." It was her way of telling him that she knew that feeling, it was as if the word merged to form one. That something she had felt only twice in her whole life. Once to save herself from her father, and the other to sav herself from a pack of dogs. Neither her father nor the dogs had lasted a week after the battle. She had avoided major areas, causing them to slowly bleed to death as the fleed from the battle worn Revolution.

Archer heard this, and looked at the female, snarling to himself. If he didn't take her out, the male surely wood. When she raised herself up into a dominant stance, he rolled his eyes. Slowly, he moved through the forest, concealing himself the best he could. Soon, Archer was on the other side of the road. He had managed to go far enough down to where he could not been seen upon crossing. Revolution heard his footfalls and growled. It was deep, and very threatening. The moment she heard him stop, she followed the sound of his breath, her ears perking forward toward him.

"It's dangerous to be traveling through Dante's Pass alone" "He's a nasty piece of work, but he's still a coward. Do you want to kill him for you?"

Revolution shook her head, but she seemed distant. She smelled her brother on Dante's Pass. "Looking for Revolt, my brother" Her eyes locked on Mortil's and it was clear she was telling the truth.

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"Oh, I see", Mortil said, following the direction that her ears perked towards. He frowned, guessing that was significant. He strained his own ears, years of survival and experience tuning out the natural hustle and bustle of nature. His single eye scanned the landscape as he searched for the other male. His entire body was coiled like a spring. He didn't like this. They were to exposed, too out in the open.

He's around here somewhere, the timber wolf thought, straining his eye some more. He's watching...waiting. Mortil's shoulder started to ache from standing too long, so the ash gray wolf sat down onto his haunches, tail swishing about.

"I can smell him in the air" he said quietly, his voice barely a whisper. "I can feel his movements in the wind...but he has stopped. Why?"

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Revolution sniffed the air, her fur going ridgid and her eyes shutting. She focused, trying to deciher what was going on. Her nose quivering in rapid sucession, and her ears strained forward, concentrating on the sound. The male had stopped moving, but what was he doing, why was he doing it? Her brother's scent was here, and it was on this wolf that seemed dangerous.

"Oh, I see",

Archer didn't really care what he saw, but he knew all he needed to do was wait. The male smiled coldly, his feet slowly moving away from them, drawing them deeper and deeper into the woods if they dared followed. Revolution heard his movements, but did not move. She tossed her head to Mortil, searching for an answer to this riddle.

Her body was going numb, and she was feeling very ill tempered by her confusion. Archer glanced around, and suddenly, other smells lingered in the wind. The male glanced about when as many as sixteen wolves formed a large circle around the woods, creating a barrier. Revolution picked up on the smell, and instantly went into a fighting mode. She wasn't going to die here, not now, nor would she ever let herself be killed. "Get ready. There's more. I'd say fifteen more."

"Look, its the daughter of the scum that betrayed us. Not as strong looking as her brother is, but she only has to be bare a child from our leader once. That's if this male hasn't ecom to attatched to her" Revolution looked toward the source of the sound as three wolves began circle her. She followed them, until they mentioned her having pups with some wolf she didn't know. Taking the moment to lunge, the trio managed to get her by the scruff, and then throw her over the biggest males back. They turned and howled, the other wolves came, circling Mortil. "Leave her. After all, you should know the that females are only good once for mating." One wolf taunted him. Another one laughed and then explained what they meant to dop with Revolution. "Its a legend that if a traitor's son and daughter are mated by the children of the one betrayed, the one that was betrayed becomes a leader of a pack strong enough to kill every wolf, starting with you"

Revolution was fighting the wolves that were trying to carry her off. She was bleeding from multiple wounds, and was in pain, but she still continued to struggle. "Get off of me. I am not your property so put me down! I've been nice, so I suggest hightly you put me down."

They looked at one another and laughed, though it ended quickly as Revolution managed to get her teeth into one's face, pulling the eye ball sharply from the socket. The wolf screamed and yolwed in pain. His comrades set the female down, and with that, Revolution took off into the woods, bleeding and cold.

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As the wolves circled around him, Mortil slowly, almost lazily brought himself to all fours. He saw Revolution dart like an arrow into the woods. He let her go. She'd be safe for now, in the woods. As for himself, he had business to attend to. These had threatened him, and his comrade. Now they would pay. He would never let anyone near him be hurt again. Never.

"Its a legend that if a traitor's son and daughter are mated by the children of the one betrayed, the one that was betrayed becomes a leader of a pack strong enough to kill every wolf, starting with you"

Mortil laughed, but there was no humour in it. Years of living alone away from happiness, love, or even anger had warped his laugh into a chilling mechacnical sound. He dropped even lower in his stance, baring his fangs. His single golden eye flashed and burned, full of malice.

"Oh really? What an interesting legend. Why don't I tell you one of mine in return? There is a legend that foretells of a wolf pack that was torn apart from the inside, and that its last scion would wander forever. This scion would be the Mortilitas Umbra, the Death Shade, bane of warriors, beserker upon the field. Many would he slay, though he would lose one of his eyes in combat with a trusted comrade. He would fashion a skull mask from his defeated foes, and all would scatter before him." As Mortil spoke, his voice became increasingly more hollow and sepulchral. He could taste blood in his mouth, smell it, sense it. His line of reasoning began to blur, and a terrible growl erupted from his lips.

"I am Mortilitas Umbra, the Death Shade, last scion of Kumori Shikon, the Shadowed Fangs. If you think you have what it takes to kill me, then come! I will make this forest your grave!"

With a howl, Mortil leaped into a flurry of action. If anything, all anyone could see of him was a blur of grey and a flurry of fangs and paws. He howled, and with it followed maniacal laughter, free and exultant.

"Blood and glory!"

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Revolution, though running as fast as she was able, di not realize how tired she was becoming. The only thing she knew was that she was in trouble. She slowed down after a few more moments of running, her tired body falling into the ground, her legs giving out from under her. The female looked around, her was placid and calmed. She guessed she was about half an hour away from Mortil. She was still bleeding and very weak, too. What a mess so had gotten herself into. "It can't get much worse" She said to the woods.

Meanwhile, the wolves were still circling Mortilitas Umbra, each of them staring at him. One stepped forward, and saw the anger in his eyes, lauging. "You know nothing you overgrown brat! That female, was the your mate? Was, it?Well, she is a long way off now"

Then, as Mortil asked a challenge, all of the wolves leapt at him. Six were killed, three ran off as they saw their comerades die, and the others followed suit, leaving in differnet directions. One wolf remained, his bod torn apart from many battles, missing one leg, and ad only one ear. It was obviuos he was old. "Kill me if you wish. I eould rather die with the pride of a wolf" He closed his eyes and waited for blow.

Archer stalked forward, his eyes set on Revolution. She smelled him coming and tried to get up. The wolf shook his head before running toward her, gently rolling her over, than smacking her hard. SHe was sent tumbling in the dirt. The male kicked her, threw her, and even bit her buyt Revolution refused to go down and die. She laid in a pool of blood, her ears turned toward Archer. Slowly, he went in for the kill, and raised his paw, but stopped as her weakened voice reached his ears. "If you kill me, Mortil will never forgive you." She felt him pause, then laugh. "You honestly believe that he is coming for you." SHe nodded her head, her coat covered in crimson blood. Archer looked at her patheitc form before speaking. "You're nopt worth my time, female." With that, he walked away, and Revolution closed her eyes, falling unconscious with soft snow falling on her coat. She was alive, but barely.

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Mortil watched as they fled, contempt in his eyes. "Stand and fight cowards!" he roared, fire gleaming in his eyes.

"Kill me if you wish. I eould rather die with the pride of a wolf"

That brought Mortil up short. His battle fury evaporated like mist, and he blinked. He looked upon the old wolf with something aking to admiration. "You show courage worthy of your years, elder one" Mortil said softly. "Under any normal circumstances, I would honor your wishes. But at this moment, there is a life at stake. If you still wish to fight me then, I shall gladly oblige."

That being said, Mortil wheeled around and settled into a loping run towards where Revolution had gone. He could smell the tang of blood, and he ran faster, ignoring the injuries he had gained in the fight. His left hindleg was slashed slightly, and several minor injuries bloodied his torso. Nonetheless he ran on, heedless of the pain. There were lives at stake.

"You're not worth my time, female."

"Then perhaps I am!" Mortil growled, diving headlong at the male wolf from before. Fangs slashed, paws lashed out, and the fury of Mortilitas came back at full strength as Mortil beheld the seen. Icy rage coursed through him, his single eye flashing with fire once again.

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The elder wolf nodded. "I will help you. The only reason I follow that scums orders is so I can live without shame, but that female. That wolf, she seems so young and sweet I just can't attack her, and if I die, so be it." With that, he took off after Mortil, his remainin three legs moving with speed that contridicted his age.

Revolution heard the sound of approaching feet, her ears still keen in her state. One of the footfall pattern she knew to be Mortil. Archer growled, turning his full attention on the wolves. He did not know who they thought they were, but in his eyes, the appeared to be no more than a bunch of stray dogs looking for a fight.

"Then perhaps I am!"

"That voice! It's Mortil." Even though death pulled at her from all sides, she didn't want to let go yet, she held on and began to fight the pull, managing to bring her breathing back up to speed. Her eyes wete still closed, but she heard the fight going on nearby.

The elderly wolf saw the female and ran to her side, nuzzling her and trying to get her awake. He began to lick her wounds, his saliva forming a blood proff barrier that stopped most of the bleeding. He then noticed she stirred, her eyes finally opening. One of her brown ears swirvled toward Mortil and Archer. She heard Archer begging for mercy. "Don't kill me. Please!" It was his truly frightened tone that made her fully notice that she needed to stop Mortil.

Slowly, she got to her feet, raising slowly from the bloody pool under her. She approached Archer, the elder standing in shock at the sight. Gathering her strength, she covered Archer with her own body, taking one sharp blow to the head, but remaining still. "Mortil! Stop this!" She yelled, wrapping her small front legs around his neck. It hurt, and she was cringing in pain from all her wounds, but she held on to Mortilitas Umbra with every ounce of her strength. Archer took the moment to crawl away, his body covered in his blood and Revolution's. He looked on in horrified awe as the female hugged the strong, young male.