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Post by Electus on May 23, 2009 11:26:32 GMT -5
"Be glad that you're already dying, Mortil," came his cold answer, "I tire of being used as a shield for this pack. When the war is over and you're dead, I'm leaving."
That did it. Suddenly Mortil's fangs were inches away from Orem's face, his eye glinting in anger. "ENOUGH. You are a damn fool, Orem. A stupid, ignorant, sniveling, cowardly, self-pitying fool. You think that it's that simple? Well it's not. You're tired, are you? What, do you want me to go ask Sallin to kindly stay away, so I can die and you can leave? Hm? Do you? Wouldn't that be nice, Orem? Wouldn't that be just fine?" Mortil's angry tones almost cut through the air with his contempt.
"Do you think you can just go join some other pack? Maybe roam the land? Oh of course, anywhere but Arnlan and their damn manipulating wolves! Of course, anything would be better. Anything at all! Because you, a pup who's barely a year old, knows everything there is to know about this world. That's right. Orem knows best for himself. Even though he barely knows himself."
The grey warrior snarled in rage, eye ablaze. He'd never really been angry before after he had been accepted. There was the fight with Archer, but that was it. But Orem...with his cold hate, his self-wallowing pity, his disdain...it angered him. It goaded him. The blasted pup couldn't even imagine the pain Mortil had experienced. And some of it was for him, of all things! Well no more.
"So you want to leave? Fine! Go ahead! Take your stupid idiocy elsewhere! Go find some dark hole and wallow in it, why don't you?"
Mortil withdrew his fangs, staring down with contempt at Orem. "Get out of my sight, Orem." he said harshly, his eye flinty. "You will never be anything. Not a warrior, not a pack member, nothing. Get out of my sight, and NEVER let me see you again."
"I was going to let you go anyways, but now you don't even deserve that. You disgust me. You, and your ignorant arrogance. Now get out of here. The way you are now, you're not better to us than a Sallinian wolf."
He turned resolutely. "Kuruk, Zuka. If you would."
Without a backwards glance, Mortil began to walk away.
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Post by nightblood on May 26, 2009 3:51:48 GMT -5
"I was going to let you go anyways, but now you don't even deserve that. You disgust me. You, and your ignorant arrogance. Now get out of here. The way you are now, you're not better to us than a Sallinian wolf."
Mortil's words cut deeper than Orem would have liked to admit. He was making him out to be a coward, which was fine, but he was giving him orders that would have him abandon his siblings. And that was not going to fly.
"Kuruk, Zuka. If you would."
"Don't turn your back on me, scum!" he finally shouted, his throat soar from all his growling up to that point.
Without realizing it, Orem was on his feet and chasing down the older warrior. Once close enough, he stretched his paws out, attempting to get ahold of anything on Mortil that would bleed. Each time he missed, he would attack again. These lunges were probably nothing Mortil couldn't dodge, but his sense of tactic was torn now.
"You think I would abandon my brothers and sisters when they need me?! Eat dung, you festering sack of bones! I'm not leaving until Sallin is DEAD!"
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Post by Electus on May 26, 2009 17:57:13 GMT -5
"You think I would abandon my brothers and sisters when they need me?! Eat dung, you festering sack of bones! I'm not leaving until Sallin is DEAD!"
Mortil's expression did not change as he batted away Orem's mindless lashes. "So..." he said in a deadly quiet voice, "So you will leave...when your siblings no longer need you? You stupid, stupid fool. You think Sallin is the only threat? Grow up. Any pack you go to may turn on Arnlan in an instant. And you know our ways, our land, our alphas. Do you think that you can just walk out of here?"
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Post by nightblood on May 26, 2009 18:12:25 GMT -5
"So you will leave...when your siblings no longer need you? You stupid, stupid fool. You think Sallin is the only threat? Grow up. Any pack you go to may turn on Arnlan in an instant. And you know our ways, our land, our alphas. Do you think that you can just walk out of here?"
"Watch me."
The yearling's attacks ceased, no longer able to lash out. Orem was tired of fighting. Everyday was the same thing. He understood the importance of defending his home, but all sense of identity would eventually be driven out of him if he stayed. Maybe more than half of his siblings thought the thrill of battle was the best thing in the world, but not him.
Without another word, Orem headed toward the mouth of the cave. He wondered vaguely what Sure'thim and Khai had on their minds, but had no motivation to chase after them. All he wanted to do now was sleep. His energy was drained and he was in no mood to talk with anyone.
Zuka sat quietly in the corner, her tail around Kuruk's muzzle to make sure he didn't speak while Orem was talking. Now that his older brother was gone, the pup had managed to escape the tail-gag.
"So where are we going?" he asked impatiently.
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Post by Electus on May 26, 2009 18:20:55 GMT -5
"So where are we going?" he asked impatiently.
Mortil began to move again. "My den." he said simply. And he led the two to where he had led none before. Zuka had been there once, of course, but no one else. But now...that seemed to matter less. He rather carefully clawed some of the brambles aside, not wanting to get any stuck in his already wounded shoulder. Pain flared as he moved. He gritted his teeth and continued on.
After fifteen minutes or so, they arrived at the decently spaced clearing that led to his dark cave. Mortil stopped and turned to Kuruk, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Are you ready?" he asked seriously.
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Post by nightblood on May 27, 2009 18:38:37 GMT -5
The pup growled at the question. He was born ready. Almost literally. NightBlood had been taken from him barely two months after his birth. Once one looses a parent, there is little that would surprise them. Yes, he was ready. He could take on the world with how ready he was.
Zuka watched as her brother took a defensive stance, expecting Mortil to attack him with the technique he was about to demonstrate. Kuruk was brave. Naive, brash, and certainly brave. Like her, he was waiting for his strength to match his fighting spirit. However, he was not getting frustrated with his lack of muscle. In the back of her mind, the female puzzled over what kept him occupied while his size caught up with his resolve.
"Go on."
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Post by Electus on May 28, 2009 20:25:35 GMT -5
"Go on."
"Very well then." Mortil sucked in a deep breath before exhaling slowly. After calming himself, he stepped a few paces back from Kuruk. Battle meditation was not to be attempted lightly.
I am the wind.[/color]
I am the whisper of shadows in the night.[/color]
I bring death to the unsuspecting.[/color]
My warrior spirit will strike the sky with its fire.[/color]
Mortil exhaled again, slowly closing his single eye. He remained deadly still, still standing on all fours. His was different from Umbra's. While Umbra preferred to sit, Mortil preferred staying on tenterhooks, always ready to dart away and attack. "Come then." he said, in the faintest of voices.
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Post by nightblood on May 28, 2009 21:25:48 GMT -5
"Come then."
The pup sighed in disappointment. He extremely disliked the thought of being the attacker for this technique. Zuka held an amused grin. Being the attacker for any of Mortil's techniques was less than thrilling. No one enjoyed being on the receiving end of any move he made. Still, what better way to learn than to feel the effects of the technique?
With a worried look on his face, Kuruk prepared himself for an immense amount of pain. He kicked off with his back feet, sending a wave of dust in his sister's direction. He would aim his fangs for the throat, a bit lower than his first attack in NightBlood's den.
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Post by Electus on Jun 1, 2009 15:52:19 GMT -5
A slight change in stance would avoid the attack. No rebuttal was necessary. He could hear the shift of feet, the lunge. The movement of earth, the faint change in the air around him. All Mortil could feel as Kuruk lunged.
The grey warrior could barely be said to have moved. Barely two inches of movement had occurred from the time Kuruk made his attack. Seemingly effortlessly, with his eye still closed, he ghosted out of the way.
"Now do you see?" he whispered.
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