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Post by Daryl on Jan 26, 2009 17:17:35 GMT -5
It's a common belief that when you sincerely belief your life is about to end, your existence flashes before your very eyes, brief, fleeting snapshots that run through the best, and the worst, moments of your life. It's true. Although, for Daryl, the memories of the last few weeks seemed to have squashed everything else. Images flashed before him, obscured by the blood that poured from his brow. Ai, Amata, Sorrou, the three wolves he had journeyed with, all flitted into view. Sometimes he simply saw them, their eyes meeting his, and sometimes he saw them through blurred eyes, reliving those many chases through the city. This damn city. Other memories pushed their way up to the surface. The dog fighting pits, the last place he had seen Ai and Amata, the face of Kovu, the huge wolf who had helped him in that rather strange affair. And finally, that night on the cliffs, where he and Sorrou, called by the strange, haunting call, had last met.
It felt like years had passed, but in reality it was just a week ago. Or was it two? He could still picture the almost eerily calm scene, the forest branching thick and abandoned to one side, the sea, pale and still as the moon itself, falling against the cliff on the other. And then his current surroundings would break back through. Here he was, trudging through what was effectively a shanty town, rickety lean-tos and houses botched together from salvaged metal and wood. He had been walking for almost a day now, limping dejectedly on his wounded and torn paw. A deep gash ran from his neck to the top of his rear leg, fresh blood mingling with the rain and matted fur, a fresh and horrid reminder of his encounter in the woods. He still considered it a miracle that he had survived, if you could call it that. The dogs had ripped his flank open, and a chunk of one ear was missing, a bloody stump all that remained. Blood still flowed from the slash above his right eye, trickling into his eye and blurring his vision into a crimson veil.
Eventually, he found refuge, a small sheet of corrugated iron, leant against a car tire. There was a pack inside, and a bed roll already laid out, but it hinted at something more sinister than a homeless man leaving his shelter. The side of the bed roll had been ripped open, and there was dried blood on the undersid eof the iron, and on the pack. Whoever had been here before had been removed. Violently. Still, it was of no concern to him. A knife while he was sleeping would probably be better than the fate the dogs had left him to, bleeding slowly and painfully to death. Stooping low, he curled up into a ball, his head touching his paws, as the rain pattered dismally above his head. Ordinarily, he would have struggled to sleep, but fatigue overcame him, and mere moments after he lay down, his eyes slowly, and painfully, closed, and he was away, sleeping for the first time in God knows how long. With his entire body covered in blood from his wounds, and his rain soaked fur dropping depressedly over his limp form, he could easily have been mistaken for dead. For all he cared, he might not wake up, and as he drifted into unconsciousness, one thought surfaced among the turmoil of his memories. "Fine by me."
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Post by Kit on Jan 27, 2009 19:37:22 GMT -5
ooc: Kovu? I think you mean Kosei X3
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A specter haunted this wolf's dreams....she filled his mind with a white fog, and stepped into his subconscious. A beautiful white wolf.
She spoke, though without moving her mouth. Her piercing blue eyes spread warmth.
"Do not give up Daryl. The flower is coming. She will lead you to Paradise" Spoke the white wolf as she disappeared into the mist. Her howl, the same howl that had summoned the wolves on the hill, echoed. Suddenly she was beside Daryl, though no longer in his dream. the mist was physically around him, blocking his scent from the dogs that had been trailing him. She laid beside him and licked his wounds clean of infection.....far from healing, but a start. Then, she ran off, disappearing into the moonlight, leaving only a thin mist behind.
However, shortly after she left, another stumbled in. A very small pup....human. Her black hair was ragged as were her tore clothes. She too had been running and sought shelter in this strange home. She hadn't noticed a wolf, but saw a dog as injured as she was.
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Post by Daryl on Jan 28, 2009 11:34:38 GMT -5
"She will lead you to Paradise." The voice, that heavenly, warming voice, reverberated around every recess of his mind, as healing and comforting as the warmth that now seeped through his veins. The deep amber eyes slowly opened, clear of blood, and with that long lost amber light now restored. His head slowly, almost lazily, rose, in a desperate attempt to see his benefactor. All that met his eyes was a single shaft of moon light, breaking through the verandas of shanty houses, and the faint white form disappearing into it, accompanied by that all too familiar call. The mist shrouded him, spreading warmth into his limp and shattered body, and slowly stopping the blood that flowed from his wounds.
For a few seconds he lay still, head resting on the cold earth, sucking in huge, yet silent breaths, as the clouds that hung over his vision were blown away, and slowly, almost imperceptibly, the memories receded back to their rightful place, as he found the strength to stand. He was still completely mystified as to what had happened, but if he knew one thing, it was that if he ever discovered his benefactor, he would repay the favour. That said, his problems were still far from over. The dogs had gone, but he had gone for nearly a week without food, and with only stagnant, muddy water. Before, the hunger had sapped his strength, but now, it made him more determined than ever to survive. He took one step out into the bitter night air, and then another, until he was out in the street. Unable to contain himself, he let out a single, bittersweet note, as he howled to the moon, and anyone else who was listening. It was at least two minutes before he noticed the tiny human child that had stumbled in near him. Determined not to seem threatening, and desperate for company, he simply sat back on his haunches, and looked at her quizzically.
He looked a dreadful sight, worse than even he had imagined. His brow was stained by dried blood, which formed a large arc above his amber eye, and his fur was matted with rain and blood, giving the normally coal black pelt a red, almost rusty tinge. His jawbone was broken on one side, slanting across his face, giving him a slightly lopsided expression. The gash in his side had revealed two of his ribs, and the muscles rippling beneath his skin, the two yellowish bones stained by spatters of blood. His front right paw had been effectively split in two, a great cut running from between his claws to the point where it met the ankle, a gory sight indeed. His right ear was little more than a bloody stump, patterned with a bite mark where the bloody dog had ripped it off, about halfway down. There were even singe marks where one of the dog's handlers had thrown a lighted cigarette at him, burning his rump and tail, and tarnishing the fur an even darker shade of black than his usual colour with ash and tar, burning down to the skin itself in some places. Yet despite his battered and broken body, his eyes burned through, amber, and sparking with his usual energy and life. He said nothing, just stared at her with those deep, golden eyes.
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Post by Kit on Jan 28, 2009 22:50:13 GMT -5
The little girl wasn't put off by Daryl's ragged appearance. She herself was a pitiful sight. Scars covered her body, and the tattered blanket that she clutched around her effectively hid her bulging ribcage. Her cheek was cut and bleeding a bit, but her eyes too still grasped life. She held out a hand, staring at the strange dog.
"Here boy" She called. in a pathetic, worn voice.
Her other hand remained gripped on the blanket that covered her thin and frail body.
"We can keep each other warm" She offered, leaving her hand out for the 'dog' to sniff. She was desperate for a friend.
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Post by Daryl on Jan 29, 2009 11:20:42 GMT -5
Tentatively, and careful not to seem threatening, he raised himself onto all fours, at the same time reaching eye level with the small girl. He took a few paces, sniffed the air, then continued the rest of the way. He lowered his head and rubbed his jaw against the palm of her hand. Her skin was dirty and rough, but he could feel the comforting warmth of her blood pumping around her body. Without thinking, he reared up and planted his two paws on her shoulders, smiling and panting, like a huge, contented dog.
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Post by Kit on Jan 29, 2009 21:43:11 GMT -5
The little girl let out a soft, rough giggle. She let her arms rub the scruffy creature's messy fur, not minding at all how filthy he was. She couldn't hold his weight though, and plopped down to the floor laughing.
"You and me...we're the same huh?" she asked him as she patted his head with the gentleness of a child. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of bread. "I know it's not much...but we can share if you want" She said, as she snapped the stale bread in half and held it out to him. It was better then nothing!
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Post by Daryl on Jan 30, 2009 5:37:47 GMT -5
For a moment, he stared at the bread, stomach rumbling, tongue licking his lips. Granted, he wouldn't normally eat bread, but starvation does strange things to you. He grabbed the bread in his teeth, swallowing it whole without even chewing. It was nothing like enough to sustain him, but it was food, nonetheless. He backed away from the child, waiting for her to eat hers.
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Post by Kit on Feb 1, 2009 12:55:26 GMT -5
The girl was just as ravenous as the wolf, and the bread was gone quickly. She smiled at Dary, before letting out a tiny cough. She made her way over to the wolf and sat down beside him. She laid her hand gently on his sides. It was a cold night, but having this dog around made the girl feel much better.
"It looks like society doesn't want either of us to get through the month huh?" She said as she rubbed the wolf's fur gently with her hand.
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Post by stray on Feb 1, 2009 14:44:06 GMT -5
Stray had just arrived and saw the wolf and the girl together, he first stood still, then he growled. "GET OF HIM GIRL! DONT HURT HIM" Stray didnt realise she was comforting daryl, so he hwoled on. "RUN WOLF RUN! LOOK WHAT HUMAN DONE TO ME ONCE!"
He showed the wolf his long blood red scar on his right leg from way in the past. "I KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE! AND IT HURTS! DONT LET IT HAPPEN TO YOU!"
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Post by Daryl on Feb 1, 2009 14:52:18 GMT -5
"You think I don't know how it feels to be wounded? In case you hadn't noticed, I've got a broken jaw, and my side's been ripped open. Do you hear me complaining?" He glanced between the wolf and the girl, then stepped in front of the little girl, just in case this seemingly confused newcomer tried to harm her. "Now...BACK OFF!" He roared, eyes blazing with protective fury.
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Post by stray on Feb 1, 2009 16:23:47 GMT -5
stray looked at the horibale wounds on the wolf then looked away at a grave stone. "well... i did- I HONESTLY DIDNT KNOW! IM- sorry... i just wanted to help-" Stray didnt know what to say. he looked at the tree, it seemed to be dieing. he then looked at his pads, they were freezing in pure white snow. he looked around, it was falling flakes! "WOW.. ITS WONDERFUL!" he felt the power of love in his chest, then it sunk. he didnt know weather this was good or bad, it was gonna be a cold night. he turned around in disapointment and started walking back to his small tree shelter.
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Post by Kit on Feb 2, 2009 16:40:53 GMT -5
ooc: Stray, watch your grammar please.
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the little girl, frightened by this aggressive wolf, clung to Daryl despite only having just met him. As Stray left, she calmed down. "Thank you" She whispered to the black wolf as she leaned her head against his warm chest. Her weight wasn't enough to cause him any pain.
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Post by stray on Feb 2, 2009 18:39:39 GMT -5
Strays head hung low, he lifted it up one more time to look back at the girl and the wolf. As far as he could see, they were hugging. Stray was smiling, then his head fell down once more, he wished he had a person like that. "Hang on.. they only just met," Stray could sent they had. "why am I saying I wish i had a person like that!? Forget them.." Yet as Stray tried harder to forget, he couldnt get that ideo out his head now. He turned round and ran back faster than any other wolf had and stopped only 5cm away from the two. "IM NOT GOING TO LEAVE LIKE THAT! HA!" Stray was not evil, he just some times got over the top. Stray slashed Daryls face and growled.
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Post by Daryl on Feb 3, 2009 14:37:37 GMT -5
His head snapped sideways as the claws raked across his face, adding to the damage already done. In comparison, it was smaller than what the dogs had done to him. Still, the damage had been done, and the spark was lit. Without thinking, Daryl let the red mist descend, and, baring his teeth, he snarled viciously at Stray. "You should have gone...pup." He spat the last word out with malice, as he lunged at Stray. At least twice his size, and an experienced fighter, he certainly had the upper hand. He jumped upon the younger wolf, attempting, with some success, to pin him down.
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Post by stray on Feb 3, 2009 15:19:04 GMT -5
Stray was so scared, he didnt think either before slashing at the older, wiser and of course, stronger wolf. Yet he still snarled, but with fear. "Did you want to fight, if so- just say- do it now!" Stray wasnt saying this the way they do in movies, (e.g If you want to kill me... do it now) Stray was saying this in a, if you dare way, yet he knew he was sure to be beaten by Daryl.
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