A terror like no other ((Blackrage, any))

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The winds shifted with caution, erasing all calm that Revolt had previously felt as he had entered the cemetery. The male growled deeply, unsure if he should proceed. He wanted to see what was here, being the stubborn and unhelpful young wolf he was. Tossing his gaze to a tombstone, he approached the rock. The symbols upon its face made no sense, a foreign thing were words. He cocked his head, examining them. A silent snarl of annoyance crossed his maw, eyes glittering in the night light. The moon high above his shone relentlessly upon his coat, making Revolt feel as if it were illuminating him. A scared quiver of his coat was all that showed of his fear. The wind whipped in the trees, making them moan. The male shuddered, continuing onward with a precarious thread. A chipmunk dashed to a tree causing him to jump, startling him into an unnatural pace.

He moved hastily, afraid to stop or slow down. The earth below his fell away as a weak grave feel in. Revolt landed on the coffin within it. His howls of terror filled the night. He screamed as he turned around, seeing the bones of a human. "So scared!" He whimpered loudly, only to shake when a bat flew overhead. I regret ever comin hear, if I can get away, then I swear I will never return! He felt no empathy for the body below him as he scramlbed trying to climb up the shalloe grave. It was only four feet deep, but for him that was a bit of a job. Jumbing, he dug his claws into the dirt, attempting to upll himself out. Once latched onto the earth around his, Revolt moved upwards, straining every muscles. After a momet or two, he heaved his weight upwards, falling over in exhaustion. His legs quaked with the effect of the effort he had just exerted.

Revolt's eyes closed tightly ,his tail limb and limbs still. Ony the steady rythm of his breathing let you know he was not dead. "Oh great, I don't know where I am in this place" He muttered in annoyance. Sitting upright, he called for help, a terrifying cry leapt from his throat as he felt the ground start to disappear once more. "Shit!" He rushed forward, avioding falling back in. Slumping angainst a tree, he readied himself for anyone or anything that tried to harm or help him.

[blackrage]

The moonlight shone brightly overhead, lighting up a world of darkness, and the cemetery that withheld the dead to their graves. The leave rustled and the limbs of trees shifted, swaying to and fro, casting eerie shadows upon the ground. Tombstones jutted up from the ground, marking the places of those dearly departed, or the hating deceased by some cause of rage and vengeance. But, in this night, was there no one but a single soul who was not afraid?

Tyvek sat straight up at a sudden chorus of noises, terror filled and calling out through the crisp, cold, and weightless night breeze. His tri-color fur stood on end. A revelation to the status it had been in only moments ago, flat and laid back, shifting peacefully as he slept, only to be awakened by those screams. He had no idea who it was, but it must be a young one, judging by the sound and tone of that voice, and the fact that Tyvek lived here, he had grown used to the shadows and howls of the night.

He cared yes, but the laid back wolf had no desire to get up. If you classify him, you could stick him in with the 'hippie' type wolves. He'd gotten quite comfy in his sleep, and was warm despite the chilly breeze. But, the owner of that cry could be hurt, and Tyvek would not go off and abandon someone in need just for his comfort.

Crawling to his feet, and with his golden yellow eyes switched over to night vision, he ambled off to the source of that distress. Upon coming onto the scene, he only had time to see a tan mutt nearly fall back into a grave that had long lost it's support to stay up. He almost couldn't watched, and breathed a sigh of relief as the wolf made it to safety beside a tree. That move was a good thing to, to be under a tree, considering it starting to rain....the drops falling onto the Timber's nose. He walked silently up to the tan wolf, an air of happiness all around him despite the scary evnviorment surrounding the two.

"Who might you be?"

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A nose quivered, letting in the scent of the other male. He locked his gaze on Tyrek. "Who might you be?" He grunted to his feet, eyeing his newly arriving wolf. "Revolt, and I am a little lost here. The ground fell out from under me and I was fell in it. You are? He quirked an eyebrow as he spoke, his usual annoying puppish attitude would get him into a fight at times. He shifted on his paws, blood soaking the grass from where the coffin had cut deeply into his flesh. He had a longcut on the pad of his left forepaw "Ouch," He muttered, lifting his paw and licking hte blood away. A menicing whimpeed eccaped him. His held the paw up, blocking it away fom the other male. He did not trust Tyrek.

He is a shadow of this...place. Revolt snarled slightly at Tyrek. His eyes flashed daggars as he glared warningly that he'd better not tey anything. His fangs were covered once he flet that the warning was good enough. "Do not touch me, I don't turst you" He muttered, fur standing on end as if it were a simple threat.

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"Revolt, and I am a little lost here. The ground fell out from under me and I was fell in it. You are?"

The Timber smiled warmly, "Tyvek. Nice to meet you-" The male stopped, caught off guard by the flow of red seething through the grass. "You're hurt. Would you like me to-" He was again cut off, surprised by the next movement of the emerald eyed wolf, the motion hiding hid paw from the tri-color. Tyvek might have asked why then, but he didn't.

The wolf...snarled at him. It caused the Timber to go backward a step. He wasn't used to being snarled at, or even threatened for that matter, and especially by someone who didn't look like he would want to hurt anyone. "Do not touch me, I don't turst you" The male was also blown away by this, and he whine peacefully. "Why not? I wouldn't do anything, and all I wish to do is help. Why, I'd never hurt a fly."

It was spoken with complete truth, but he still kept his distance. That flash of teeth had scared him, and never had he came across this kind of wolf before, one who bared it's teeth at those who only wished good. 'I hope he's not from Sallin', Tyvek thought, and it could be so, as the cemetery bordered those evil lands. "But....you won't hurt me will you?"

[blackrage]

Bump.

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Revolt bristled like a broom. He listened closley to Tyvek. "Tyvek. Nice to meet you-" "You're hurt. Would you like me to-"

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In the distance a fae was sitting motionless. Her nose quivered excitedly. A smile was on her face as she remebered one of the smellsCould it be? She moved forward slowly avioding the threat of detection. Her silvery eyes were obliviuos to the area around her. Her name was Revolution and she was blind.

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Revolt did no heat Tyvek, nor did he notice he notice what he said. All he thought of was his fear, which now overwhemled his mind. Silently, a fury of emotions hit him. One was anger, and without a second thogut he lunged at the other male. A ghastley snarl ripped from him.His fangs open as he aimed for the throat. "GRRRRR!!!!!"

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Revolution gasped, her tail wagging furiuosly as she confirmed what it was. Her smile faded with the scent that reached for. It was a snarl, and a deep one at that. She sensed that her company was endanger and sa such, she ran firward, her legs hurrying under her. A new energy stole overe hre, colloecting her strength. A moment latre, she was between the two as Revolt lunged. In his rage, he did not see her.

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Teeth fell agisnt the flesh of another, buit Revolt soon relaized that thisn was not Tyvek. "You! Tell me who are you Bitch!" He knrew it was a female, the form was smaller and more delicate.

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Revolution hit the ground with a thud in front of Tyvek. She gazed up at the male, knowing what she had just done. "You! Tell me who are you Bitch!" She tried to sit up,. but the pressurte fo his weight on her was too much and she slumped to the side. "Brother, its me Revolution" Her tongue traced his muzzle as she would oftne do as a pup.

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Hearing her words and feeling what she did made him backaway, freeing her from his jaws. What he saw angered him. Shnow had a small cut on her shoulder and it was his fault. is eyes wwere wide. "Sistert? You alive?!" He froze, little unsure, bu as he looked into her eyes, the silvery white fo darkness was a dead give away and he smiled at her.

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Tyvek was starting to back away by now, unsure of this wolf. He was bristling, and didn't look at all like he cared. The Timber never noticed the female that was sitting some distance away, hidden from his view. Nor was he prepared for what happened next.

"Ahhhh!", was Tyvek's only utterance as the other male lunged at him, snarling in a silent rage that Tyvek had never encountered. He made to jump backward, and turn to make a getaway. But, as he did so, he tripped, sprawling, and falling flat on his face. He turned back again, ready for the worst, but couldn't keep his eyes open for he didn't want the last thing he saw to be a set of fangs aiming to slice him open.

A moment later, a sound hit the air. It was the sound that flesh makes were it comes in contact with another, and with great force. Another thud came near to him, and in fear he felt that the wolf was right beside him, and in truth, he was, but not in purpose.

The male stole a breath -for he only now realized that he'd been holding it- and it sucked the scents of the two into his nose. With that surprised, that there were now two beings near him, he opened a creak in his eyes, just enough for him to be able to see. What he spied caused his eyes to fly open wide.

He jumped up, back pedaling away from the two, watching in some fear as the two traded words and one hurled an insult. In his shock, he couldn't really comprehend what they just spoke, but he heard for sure the last sentence spoken by the wolf known as Revolt.

They were...related? The statement shouldn't have come as a complete surprise, but it ended up so anyway. But nevertheless, he kept backing away, till his back was against a cold, cobweb -covered gravestone. He'd just be attacked, and he didn't exactly expect the wolf to just stay there and not go for his throat again. The Timber bared his teeth in return, in case it really wished him harm.

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Revolt turned his gaze on Tyvek, while Revolution eyed the othe male, blood dripping off her shoulder. "You there, Tyvek, as I heard correctly, are you all right" Revolution padded over to him, her kind nosr nuzzling him and when she lifted her face, her eyes were shown for what they were. She whimpered, turning her tongue on her brother. "Just like Freedom, our father.. Whay would Mother say about you Revolt? Riot?! and Rebel?!! Do you have any idea you might have done to him, just becasue you cannot control you fear." She had a topne of a mother accusign a son of misconduct. She made her point known before sitting down next to Tyvek. "I am Revolution, his youngest sister, and as you can see I am blind" She smiled warmly at him, wincing as pain struck her shoulder. She moaned in slight pain. Suddenly, her weak form could take no more. The enregry and then the blow was too much and she slumped over onth the ground.

"Just like Freedom, our father.. Whay would Mother say about you Revolt? Riot?! and Rebel?!! Do you have any idea you might have done to him, just becasue you cannot control you fear." Revolt was hurt, not only be her words, but because she wasnsaying them. His honest and most pure sibling was being harsh. "Sister...." His eyes were soft and pained by what he had heard. After a monet or two, the wind picked up and placing his paw on the ground, Revolt approached Tyrek. Histail low and his ears back. He held out the injured paw, letting it been seen, showing a cut on the pad. He jerked s Revolution hit the ground. Instantly, his brohtering insticts came inot his mind and hit trotted ovrer to her. "Rev? Revolution? Sister!!?" His nosed her whimperes coming from him. "Tyvek, I am so sorry, if I had.... I beg to be forgiven and a repentence, you may strike me in return." Placing his muzzle near the male, he braced. His feet were low to the ground and his tail between his leg.

Suddenly, he looked so harmless that he could be killed by a single glance. Revolution did not move and when Revolt noticed this he glanced with eyes full of concern and worry at Tyvek. "Tell me, where is a good place for rest?" He knew she could not hunt, blindness forcing hre to be a scanvager. Sadly, she would never be able to hunt for herself and often was stealing from others.

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"You there, Tyvek, as I heard correctly, are you all right" The male looked over at her, for once his eyes had been on the other male, but now, he saw her. Her brown and tan coat, her slim figure, but most of all, her sightless eyes. Even more to his notice, is that when she walked over to him, her small nose giving a moment of calm. He smiled slightly, still bewildered by what had happen only moments ago, the white knives of Revolt's teeth haunting his thoughts.

"Just like Freedom, our father.. Whay would Mother say about you Revolt? Riot?! and Rebel?!! Do you have any idea you might have done to him, just becasue you cannot control you fear."

Tyvek cocked his head over to the side. He hadn't ever thought anyone would say so about him, or even care about him for that matter. That..would only be his brother's thoughts to him...and even then, he really had only seen his brother once in life. But, she...she said that he reminded her of their father. That in itself, was truly, an honor.

But then, she stopped her scolding, and she sat beside him. The Timber felt his cheeks heat up, turning a deeper hue of red than they already were. "I am Revolution, his youngest sister, and as you can see I am blind" At this he smiled, baring all his teeth back in a grin that went from ear to ear. But that soon disappeared and was replaced with a gasp as she fell, and he moved, attempting to stop her fall, so that she might land on his back.

"Rev? Revolution? Sister!!?" Revolt. Tyvek's gaze snapped up to him instantly, and there was again uncertainty, fear, and confusion in his golden yellow eyes. "Tyvek, I am so sorry, if I had.... I beg to be forgiven and a repentence, you may strike me in return." At that comment, the male was blown away. He watched, awestruck, as the male prepared for a returning attack. Suddenly, Revolt looked so harmless that he could be killed by a single glance...and Tyvek answered, "No, I will not harm you." 'Not even after you tried to kill me', Tyvek added in his mind. He wouldn't, he would never, hurt another for any reason but to defend another. Not even if it was him that was being attacked.

Tyvek turned his gaze back to the female, and saw that she was not moving. It seemed her brother also noticed, and as he looked back, Tyvek could not bring words to his throat. "Tell me, where is a good place for rest?" The male turned his head, looking straight at the spot beside where he had once been laying. If one was to look, they would see a dark hole, a den, the den where the male spent most of his nights. But this night, he had been out, but it was time to return.

If she hadn't fallen onto his back, now he proceeded to try and pick her up, hoisting her onto his back, head resting between his shoulder blades. If she had indeed landed on his back, then he stood now, carefully, and headed for his home. It would give them ample shelter and protection, and would give them all time to heal. The siblings from injury, and Tyvek from shock.

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Revolt nuzzled Revolution's side, whmpering helplessly. Sister.. Why did you do that? You known as well as I that an injury for you is costly.He placed his head on her, eyes forcing back the worry. "Due to her blindness, she is reduced to a scavanger and she is weaker than you or I. Poor Rev has never been abke to see the plants, or the beautiful dawn or dusk." He shook his head, sadly wanting to help her. She was floating, a pleasant weightless feeling. She felt a voice talking to her and she was slightly angeered that they were ruining her peace. "Due to her blindness, she is reduced to a scavanger and she is weaker than you or I. Poor Rev has never been abke to see the plants, or the beautiful dawn or dusk." Oh how she recognized that. Revolt! She reached through her wekaed state and managed to speak slightly. It was soft that Revolt had to strain to hear it. "Brother, so weak" He nodded. "I know little sister. I know." With that he stood.

"No, I will not harm you." He noddeds dumbly. Concern for his sister clear on his face. As Tyvek moved, he watched Revolution be carried off. An urge as old as time filtered inot his mind and almost instantly, Revolt followed closely. His eyes lockednot on where he wsa going, but his sistre's small frame. "If anything happens to her, I will never forgive myself" He was ashamed of what he had done to her anfd it was clear as day.

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[[I'm just guessing where he is, mainly cause I couldn't tell from your post.]]

. "Due to her blindness, she is reduced to a scavenger and she is weaker than you or I. Poor Rev has never been abke to see the plants, or the beautiful dawn or dusk." Tyvek looked up from his position on the ground, where he caught the fae's fall. He could only imagine..what it would be to have to live like that, a scavenger. But as he thought of her, his face heated up again, deepening the hue of red that already resided there. Suddenly, he felt a wave of protective energy, like he had to help her survive and stop the life that she was living, having to pick up the scraps...from now on..and if he told himself he would stay with them, help her, and even hunt for her.

His brain really didn't register it just then, but he couldn't tell, that he was growing fond of her. Really, she was a beautiful wolf, and sweet natured at that. Though he didn't catch what they said moments later, while he made that vow of his, he still proceeded to his den.

Carefully, oh so carefully, he went down to his belly, so that Revelution would fit also, and he crawled to the back. Being as tender and watchful as he could, he made to lay her down in the back, among what was his bedding, a small pile of skins and grasses.

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[[Bringing Poison in here.]]

The moonlight shone brightly overhead, lighting up a world of darkness, and the cemetery that withheld the dead to their graves. The leave rustled and the limbs of trees shifted, swaying to and fro, casting eerie shadows upon the ground. Tombstones jutted up from the ground, marking the places of those dearly departed, or the hating deceased by some cause of rage and vengeance.....and in this black darkness of hatred, a being of death and poison traveled.

His pelt took on the look of rotting foliage, half of him green, and the other black, his fur combining and shifting; so that he blended with the foliage surrounding him, and was not seen. His single, gold, emotion-less eye watched all that surrounded him, including the three wolves he stalked. But only one was his target.

That target was the one with the black and white patterns swirling across his maroon coat, the one called, 'Tyvek'. Really, he had picked the wolf off at random, and chose that was the one he wished to eliminate. He was hidden within the brush, and even his sent was masked, so well did he make himself become part of the waving forest. As the wind blowed, the fur that covered the whole right side of his face waved in the breeze, along with all the rest of his pelt. His body stood motionless, but the wind used his fur to the advantage of hiding him, to where he looked as if he was just another part of the forest.

He closed his left eye, letting himself go blind, submitting to the feel of the chilly winds cooling his heating body. The single, gold earing in his left ear reflected the moonlight, causing it to glow, and as he moved, stepping into the clearing where the others stood, his eye still closed, his body was highlited by that great orb hanging in the sky.

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Revolt stood still in the moonlight, his eyes watching cautiously. A stern glare entered his eyes as his kept orbs locked on Tyvek. Revolution stirred slightly from the forced slumber. Only for a moment did Revolt let his guard down. He thought that the area looked suspicious. The night meant that one went to sleep, dropping their securities and falling into a death trap.

He helped Tyvek move his sister. He sniffed her hair, letting a small groan echoed as he noticed how small she seemed. "Do you think that its dangerous here?" He asked with a weary tone. As Revolution let her body relax, she fell asleep from the exhaustion that was ripping through like a wall of water.

Revolt glanced around, bit had a sense that something was not right. A premonition of sorts. He did not know that Poison lay awaiting Tyvek. A small wind blew to him and he howled a deep sorrow; a note carried by the breeze to everything that it touched. Finally we are a family, but what does that mean now? He thought with grim mind. "Tyvek, what are you doing here?" He asked, wondering suddenly where te male had come from. His fur briastled wit the wind, uncertain if he could stand the eerieness of it all.

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For a moment, he was rather surprised. It was shocking to him that she weighed so little, but then again, he shouldn't have been so, considering what her brother said only seconds later. His movements were careful, and forever he made sure of the steps he was to take before he took them. It seemed to him like almost an eternity before he was standing full on his feet, the sightless fae resting on his broad back; which was painted over and over in layers of red, black, and white, swirled together in many designs.

Yellow, piercing eyes observed everything but the area around him, as his sole purpose lied with the weight on his back, and the ground on which he walked. Tail switched back and forth, serving him well as it helped to keep his balance, and ensured that he would not stumble and fall, which would hurt not only his passenger and himself, but it would also injure his pride.

"Do you think that its dangerous here?" The male looked back slightly as this was said, not spoken to him, but instead, the female he had come to treasure. No, he had been he for a while now, but he knew, it was both answers and then it was neither. At this time of night, the rotting foliage and the shadows hid dangers that were all together frightening. But, within the cemetery, there were many who found refuge here. Many were of good intentions, and yet, it was known well that this neutral land bordered the edge of Sallin.

Now, at the mouth of his den, he crouched. As careful as he could be, and even more, he managed to get both the female, and himself into it. In the front it was small, and yet in the back, it was wide and held plenty of space. The small bed of grasses that the male used to keep himself warm on frigid nights, now became a bed for the sightless female. The wind outside howled it's rage, and the chill of the night caused Tyvek to shiver slightly, but all together, he was not cold.

The wind also blew to him, a note that was almost baritone in tune, and sang out a deep sorrow that seemed to melt to the Timber's very core. He knew Revolt had made the voice, but yet, the wolf couldn't quite find a meaning for it. He couldn't place together the pieces that had formed within his mind.

But, it wasn't till the next question came to him, that he truly was surprised. "Tyvek, what are you doing here?" He didn't have to think about it, he'd been here to long not to know what the truth was. "I live here, and for a long time, this has been the only place I have found to be a home. It might be a creepy place at night, but in the day, it becomes my haven of solitude."

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Revolt let a smile pass over his maw for a moment as he watched his sister sleep, her face peaceful. He walked deep into the den with a soft sigh. "Sister, maybe one day, we shall be like the great eagle, but for now rest my dear"His tone was soft and loving, nothing but purest concern entered his tone as he kept close eyes on the slumbering fae. He knew she would be alright, but it seemed that no matter what he did, she always was so fragile and sick. HRevolution was a sickly thing most of the time, wit no way of protecting herself accurately. It had been sheer luck that had brought to her brother.

The orange male lifted his head to Tyvek, gazing with trust and hope, and better seen, courage. He was also very protective of her and knew that she was weaker than most would have believed her to really be. I wish their was someone that could help The male questioned the fact of her blindness. She was aliveyes, but for how much longer? She had a strong will and determination, though if she lost the will to live; nothing would be able to keep her alive if that came to pass.

As Tyvek glanced at his sister, Revolt could have sworn their was something in his gaze, something made it seem like a bond had been formed within the hearts of Revolution and himself. A deep and exxagerated pause came across Revolt as he thought about the future and what it might hold, not only for his sake, but her's two. I need to train her, but I don't know how! If she cannot see a target, then why train her at all? I mean I am here to help her. "Life is so unfair to her, past and present times are troubled for the impaired. Isn't is so cruel that she cannot be trained?"

His gaze saw nothing of harm as he spoke. Knowing there was a story, he began to hope for a conversation, and so began to tell the past. Not his though, her's , Revolution's. "We were born a small forest with our mother and father, known to us as Rebellion and Freedom. As she grew older, my eyes began to see things, but she often told me she could see nothing. One day Father inspected this and asked her what she saw.Sadly, she saw nothing for her blindness. He grew inraged and my mother fleed with all of her pups." He paused, letting it sink in.

"Revolution was sepaerated by accident while a hunt and we could not find her. My mother, sadly passed on after worsening health. The seasons were cruel and I never saw her, but I managed to survive. I thought that she too had been lost from his world, but now I know she's alive...." He trailed off, wiping a small tear from the corner of his eye with the end of his tail. He nuzzled her softly and let out a whimper as she did not move.

"I live here, and for a long time, this has been the only place I have found to be a home. It might be a creepy place at night, but in the day, it becomes my haven of solitude." The male nodded and gave a soft smile. "I hope I can take your word for it, as this place is very creepy at night and I feel so uneasy about her being out like this" He spoke openly and with a truth. "Tyvek, promise me that no matter what happens, we will see one another again" His did not joke, nohtin but sheer will and courage filtered into the tone. His eyes hardened to granite and he seemed so deranged.