Post by smartie on Aug 28, 2006 14:48:21 GMT -5
The rain falling from the sky was beginning to become heavier now. Muddy water cascaded up the legs of both the wolves as they struggled with one another. Blood trickled down the rippling shoulder of ArchAngel and onto the ground, mixing and becoming lost in the brown sludge that sucked their paws. The sky was dark, and the faint sound of thunder could be heard in the distance, giving effect to the scene of the siblings fighting. Searing pain shot through his foreleg, and he cringed, flailing around to loosen her powerful grasp. Oh how he was unaware of his sisters strength! He would kick himself now for underestimating her power, but of course, he could not, because her jaws remained firmly locked upon him. Loose flesh hung from him, and more blood seeped onto his soaked fur.
If he had any idea that she was comparing him to the way of his father; he would have been outraged. Certainly, he would no doubt attack her despite the fact they were kin. Their dad was a wicked wolf, and he knew all too well the way in which his sister felt about him. But for her to think of Arch as him? Disgusted he would be, and no doubt hasty actions would have been taken against her. If only he knew... But why had his father been so evil? Was he simply power lust and wished that all follow beneath his rule, and go by his words? There was something that never seemed to be understandable. Some sort of shadow. Was there a shadow in Arch? If so, why had it chosen now to present itself, and give off such negative and spiteful energy now? This was not the best time for it to be.
His own eyes remained on hers, as her gaze averted. Was that a roll of her eyes he had detected? Arch would not quite see what felt, because of the anger shielding her dismay to her actions. He knew though, that she did not intend on doing what she was, that he had pushed her to her limit, rubbed her the wrong way for too long. If only he had noticed her irritation sooner, perhaps all this fighting and shedding of blood, misunderstandings and hatred could have been prevented. Even though her grasp released so suddenly, that final jerk of her jaw had made him utter a painful cry into the air, that would normally have sent nearby birds fluttering from their roosts. There was no birds flying away though. There was however, a clash of lightning in the sky just as she tore from him.
Observing as she retreated back wards now, after delivering a final punishing blow to him, he sighed. Was that the blood that pumped through his own body on her maw? Was that his blood that washed away with the rain as it pelted upon her pelt of blue? Arch stood, cringing, whining in slight pain; staring through one eye narrowed. The other was closed as he bore the pain, clenching his teeth and lowering himself to her dominate stance. Arch would not retaliate. He wanted to see her face, and he hoped that her regret would lead her to comfort him, lick his wounds in sorrowful caress. That though would not be the case, because she was too angry at his arrogance to care at this moment. Or so it seemed. If only this rain could cleanse my body of this evil and burden of my past, he thought sadly, hanging his maw to his chest.
"If you had just left... I wouldn't have had to... I wouldn't have had to hurt you. Don't you understand! I can't take it anymore. Maybe now you'll listen...."
If I had just left. Why had I not left? Easy, I was bound by rage and anger for her words that I lost my self control and my respect for her, and decided to pounce on her. His actions having been so careless with little thought into the consequences, meant he was punished. Despite having thought he had went over such consequences, he had not listened to them. But this was not about him anymore. No. This was about Akisame and the way in which she felt. Having told him her feelings, his ears remained closed to her words, and his nose had been wrinkled in disgust to apparent lies. He was not what she thought of him to be. No, he was not there father... No... He could not be, he would think, again if he knew. The thought however glanced his mind, and a brief thought later, he had already compared himself to his father.
Lost in these thoughts, he had not heard her take off. Having not said a word to her, he watched as she dashed off into the distance. So that was it eh? Poof, and she was gone. Quite like him. It was in his nature to run from life's problems, even if he had not noticed this at first. Still he did not fully know, but the thought was edging into her mind. If he had seen the tears in her eyes, they'd have brought some to his cold own. Wanting to much to pursue her, find where she as going, comfort her, Arch resisted. She needed her time, and he his. What he would give to have this event not happen. Some reunion, he thought bitterly, turning and swaggering away. A limp was of him, and each time he placed his torn limb upon the air a pain shot through him.
This was his punishment. A torn apart shoulder was of no help to him, and for days he would need to bare with it, hoping to the heavens that he did not catch an infection. Maybe he would, perhaps he would not. One thing was for sure though, that the scar would always be there. A reminder for his wicked ways. Arch held his maw close to his chest as the rain in the sky let up only a litter, and the thunder did not scatter the clouds. Taking no notice, he walked on, inquiring as to where she would go, who she would speak with. Here was hoping that her actions would remain unnoticed to the Alphas. That was a stupid thought. He bet that Karolek and Sofika had watched the scene, or at least, one of them anyway. Shaking his head, he glanced over his shoulder to watch his sibling vanish from his blurred vision, and he stopped to sob to himself.
If he had any idea that she was comparing him to the way of his father; he would have been outraged. Certainly, he would no doubt attack her despite the fact they were kin. Their dad was a wicked wolf, and he knew all too well the way in which his sister felt about him. But for her to think of Arch as him? Disgusted he would be, and no doubt hasty actions would have been taken against her. If only he knew... But why had his father been so evil? Was he simply power lust and wished that all follow beneath his rule, and go by his words? There was something that never seemed to be understandable. Some sort of shadow. Was there a shadow in Arch? If so, why had it chosen now to present itself, and give off such negative and spiteful energy now? This was not the best time for it to be.
His own eyes remained on hers, as her gaze averted. Was that a roll of her eyes he had detected? Arch would not quite see what felt, because of the anger shielding her dismay to her actions. He knew though, that she did not intend on doing what she was, that he had pushed her to her limit, rubbed her the wrong way for too long. If only he had noticed her irritation sooner, perhaps all this fighting and shedding of blood, misunderstandings and hatred could have been prevented. Even though her grasp released so suddenly, that final jerk of her jaw had made him utter a painful cry into the air, that would normally have sent nearby birds fluttering from their roosts. There was no birds flying away though. There was however, a clash of lightning in the sky just as she tore from him.
Observing as she retreated back wards now, after delivering a final punishing blow to him, he sighed. Was that the blood that pumped through his own body on her maw? Was that his blood that washed away with the rain as it pelted upon her pelt of blue? Arch stood, cringing, whining in slight pain; staring through one eye narrowed. The other was closed as he bore the pain, clenching his teeth and lowering himself to her dominate stance. Arch would not retaliate. He wanted to see her face, and he hoped that her regret would lead her to comfort him, lick his wounds in sorrowful caress. That though would not be the case, because she was too angry at his arrogance to care at this moment. Or so it seemed. If only this rain could cleanse my body of this evil and burden of my past, he thought sadly, hanging his maw to his chest.
"If you had just left... I wouldn't have had to... I wouldn't have had to hurt you. Don't you understand! I can't take it anymore. Maybe now you'll listen...."
If I had just left. Why had I not left? Easy, I was bound by rage and anger for her words that I lost my self control and my respect for her, and decided to pounce on her. His actions having been so careless with little thought into the consequences, meant he was punished. Despite having thought he had went over such consequences, he had not listened to them. But this was not about him anymore. No. This was about Akisame and the way in which she felt. Having told him her feelings, his ears remained closed to her words, and his nose had been wrinkled in disgust to apparent lies. He was not what she thought of him to be. No, he was not there father... No... He could not be, he would think, again if he knew. The thought however glanced his mind, and a brief thought later, he had already compared himself to his father.
Lost in these thoughts, he had not heard her take off. Having not said a word to her, he watched as she dashed off into the distance. So that was it eh? Poof, and she was gone. Quite like him. It was in his nature to run from life's problems, even if he had not noticed this at first. Still he did not fully know, but the thought was edging into her mind. If he had seen the tears in her eyes, they'd have brought some to his cold own. Wanting to much to pursue her, find where she as going, comfort her, Arch resisted. She needed her time, and he his. What he would give to have this event not happen. Some reunion, he thought bitterly, turning and swaggering away. A limp was of him, and each time he placed his torn limb upon the air a pain shot through him.
This was his punishment. A torn apart shoulder was of no help to him, and for days he would need to bare with it, hoping to the heavens that he did not catch an infection. Maybe he would, perhaps he would not. One thing was for sure though, that the scar would always be there. A reminder for his wicked ways. Arch held his maw close to his chest as the rain in the sky let up only a litter, and the thunder did not scatter the clouds. Taking no notice, he walked on, inquiring as to where she would go, who she would speak with. Here was hoping that her actions would remain unnoticed to the Alphas. That was a stupid thought. He bet that Karolek and Sofika had watched the scene, or at least, one of them anyway. Shaking his head, he glanced over his shoulder to watch his sibling vanish from his blurred vision, and he stopped to sob to himself.