Post by shadowwolf112233 on Apr 22, 2008 19:25:04 GMT -5
"Well this is it, now. Everybody get down. This is all, I can take - this is how a heart breaks."
The vocals echoed abuptly through the blank, mostly grayish landscape. The one, solitary patch of green grass was occupied by a femanine creature. The animal looked briefly about herself before proceeding to shift most of her weight so it rested on her right haunch, relieving stress from the displaced left hip. Her perfectly pointed ears that were set daintily atop her cranium pricked intently forward, the squawking of a mother hawk heard as the sound seemed to seep into every crevas, no matter its size. The peircing tones caused her harks to flick back, hovering just above the wolf's furry head but refusing to plaster themselves to it. A soft sigh admits from black-lined lips, bordem quickly corsing through the veins of the lone creature. Being a youngster at just eight months of age, the canine needed some form of amusement, something to keep her occupied and to keep her curiousity at bay. But nothing of that form seemed to come about, and so, with an exaggerated breath, the pup heaved to all fours, giving her whole body a quick shake, clearing her fur of any dust or dirt that had accumulated.
For once, no voices were arguing within the average sized fae's head. She was looking to take advantage of the rare event by taking time to explore the lands that she'd...so clumsily stumbled onto? In all truth, the fem wasn't stupid - she knew this place belonged to another place. In fact, she was hoping to bump into them, hell - maybe even be accepted as a member. But for now she was getting accumstumed to her surroundings in case she would need to flee from this pack, if the Alphas should be of the over-territorial type. Black nose twitched as it inhaled the scents that swarmed around her young being, and she was soon consumed by all the scents, distracted and blatantly ignoring the fact that those little voices had begun to speak in her mind again. Hopefully they(the voices) would give up and stop torturing her, once they saw that she was paying them no heed. Instead, the female found herself set to explore the dangerous landscape she'd travelled onto. She had padded over to the edge of the ledge by now, and her bi-eyes were searching what was below her. Tail raised in speculation and her body quivered slightly, her nerves going on end as she realised just how far up she had brought herself, and just how far down she could fall.
Quickly, before the clumsy she-wolf could trip or something like she knew she would eventually, the fea twisted her bod around, slipping only slightly as she scrambled away from the edge and back to safety. "Dimwit, that oh-so familiar hiss rang in her head, the tones sounding almost triumphant. The she-wolf whined softly, harks now pressing tightly against her cranium. "I just...I was just.." She attempted to stammer a replie, maybe even an appoligie, but the sinister vocals interupted. "What? Curious? You know what they say; curiousity killed the puppy." Now, a snort escaped the grey fem, and she gave her hackles a quick shake. "The saying goes, 'curiousity killed the cat!" She cried, looking as if she were talking to herself to any bistanders. "And I'm no filthy feline," the femme muttered, not allowing herself to be defeated by her Dark side once more. It was always puting her down, but not now - not while she was in a good mood. The voice seemed to simmer and finally dissapeared. With a sigh of relief, the female turned toward a path to her left, beginning to pad down it.
Tail raised now, Stigma smiled with renewed confidence. "Hehe, that shut him up," she murmered, a small smirk simpering onto her rather beautiful facial features. "What was that?" The Eastern Timber wolf haulted abruptly as the hiss rang through her head, as sinister as a python's might be, if snakes could speak. Ears pressed back, and she glanced quickly around, eyes widening slightly. "Uh..nothing," she stammered, shaking her head sharply before the Dark side could reply with a snippy comeback. Paws brought her forth once more, and the female kept herself preoccupied by watching the movement of her two ivory-colored fore limbs, glancing back now and then at her stone-colored hind legs as they moved in rythem with the front. 'How do I do it?' she wondered, though the thoughts was quickly forgotten as she saw a fork in the path up ahead.
Stigma stopped now, staring blankly at the rock that stood in the middle of the path. The bolder created two seperate paths, one on each side, both of which would be a sort of tight fit, even for a small wolfess like herself. In order to examine the left path the female was forced to swing her head to the left because she was blind in her left eye - which had caused the icey blue covering, which contrasted with the normal-colored, crimson right eye. Only being able to use one optic had caused some troubles, but Stigma didn't really like to aknowledge that fact. Instead, she tried her best to ignore the dissability - as it could be called -, though on days like today she was forced to do certain things(like swing her head to the left to see the left path), and found it to be extremely irritable.
Anyways, this particular corridor wasn't very welcoming to the cub. Tall trees grew on either side of its enterence, and their branches seemed to crawl all over the side of the stones, and then stretch over to create a roof of sorts over the opening. With a whimper, her hackles rising, Stigma turned her attention to the pathway to the right. This one seemed slightly more normal, though the space from one rock wall to the next was limited. Shrugging it off, the fem trotted forward, deciding not to ask ither of the other two sides for advice(the light and the dark). Cranium is lifted almost proudly, for she felt especially independant today, if only in the fact that she hadn't asked for the voices' help all day. Hell, it might even be a personal record! A smile found a place on her maw at the thought, and simple steps became strides - though she soon realised that somethinfg was wrong with this path. As she went farther down, it seemed to get narrower. Brow furrowed at the darkness that lay ahead, but as she swung her white muzzle over her shoulder, she noticed she had gone too far to turn back; she could no longer see the enterence. Stigma's smile soon turned into a confused frown, and she turned her attention now toward the rock wall, having to skid her movement to a stop in order not to bump into it.
It was then that the realisation finally came to her; she'd headed the wrong way at the fork. This was a dead end. With a growl of frustration the female whirled around on her heal, thorns flicking back to her skull, which itself lowered as well, tail following suit. 'How dumb can I possibly get!?' She repremanded herself inwardly, heiving a sigh and back up until her rump was pressed against the rock wall that blocked her way. The fem then slowly slid to her haunches, spinal area leaning against the wall as she barked loudly out in sudden anguish. She hadn't the strength or patience to go all the way back down the path and follow the left one - the way she should've gone in the first place. Instead, she lay down, ignoring the rumbling - thinking the sound was coming from her own stomach. Soon, though, she was proved wrong as rocks suddenly came tumbling down the side of the wall. There were only a few of them, but they seemed collosal to the she-pup, who cowered now up against the rock wall. Though, one of the larger stones managed to tumble down and land directly onto her left front paw, and her intent ears heard a sickening crack. Stigma screamed now, the shock of pain wracking through her whole bodice and causing her to collapse to the ground in a heap, the rock itself rolling away in front, the other rocks ceasing their movement as well. But it was too late, the damage was done; her paw was broken.
"See what happens when you shut me out?" The Dark side hissed to her, its tones mocking the female's saddness. "Shut up." Stigma growled out, holding no patience for the voice, and convinced she would die out here on another pack's lands.
This just wasn't turning out the way she wanted.
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.incomplete/complete.complete.
.puppet.Stigma-Female Eastern Timber Wolf-8 months old.
.mood.Frustrated, irritable, defeated; wounded.
.other.Stigma has multiple personality disorder. So, when she is talking to herself, she actually thinks she is talking to her other sides - either her Dark or Light side, or sometimes both, when they argue. The Light side "speaking" will be underlined and the Dark side "speaking" will becrossed out.
The vocals echoed abuptly through the blank, mostly grayish landscape. The one, solitary patch of green grass was occupied by a femanine creature. The animal looked briefly about herself before proceeding to shift most of her weight so it rested on her right haunch, relieving stress from the displaced left hip. Her perfectly pointed ears that were set daintily atop her cranium pricked intently forward, the squawking of a mother hawk heard as the sound seemed to seep into every crevas, no matter its size. The peircing tones caused her harks to flick back, hovering just above the wolf's furry head but refusing to plaster themselves to it. A soft sigh admits from black-lined lips, bordem quickly corsing through the veins of the lone creature. Being a youngster at just eight months of age, the canine needed some form of amusement, something to keep her occupied and to keep her curiousity at bay. But nothing of that form seemed to come about, and so, with an exaggerated breath, the pup heaved to all fours, giving her whole body a quick shake, clearing her fur of any dust or dirt that had accumulated.
For once, no voices were arguing within the average sized fae's head. She was looking to take advantage of the rare event by taking time to explore the lands that she'd...so clumsily stumbled onto? In all truth, the fem wasn't stupid - she knew this place belonged to another place. In fact, she was hoping to bump into them, hell - maybe even be accepted as a member. But for now she was getting accumstumed to her surroundings in case she would need to flee from this pack, if the Alphas should be of the over-territorial type. Black nose twitched as it inhaled the scents that swarmed around her young being, and she was soon consumed by all the scents, distracted and blatantly ignoring the fact that those little voices had begun to speak in her mind again. Hopefully they(the voices) would give up and stop torturing her, once they saw that she was paying them no heed. Instead, the female found herself set to explore the dangerous landscape she'd travelled onto. She had padded over to the edge of the ledge by now, and her bi-eyes were searching what was below her. Tail raised in speculation and her body quivered slightly, her nerves going on end as she realised just how far up she had brought herself, and just how far down she could fall.
Quickly, before the clumsy she-wolf could trip or something like she knew she would eventually, the fea twisted her bod around, slipping only slightly as she scrambled away from the edge and back to safety. "
Tail raised now, Stigma smiled with renewed confidence. "Hehe, that shut him up," she murmered, a small smirk simpering onto her rather beautiful facial features. "
Stigma stopped now, staring blankly at the rock that stood in the middle of the path. The bolder created two seperate paths, one on each side, both of which would be a sort of tight fit, even for a small wolfess like herself. In order to examine the left path the female was forced to swing her head to the left because she was blind in her left eye - which had caused the icey blue covering, which contrasted with the normal-colored, crimson right eye. Only being able to use one optic had caused some troubles, but Stigma didn't really like to aknowledge that fact. Instead, she tried her best to ignore the dissability - as it could be called -, though on days like today she was forced to do certain things(like swing her head to the left to see the left path), and found it to be extremely irritable.
Anyways, this particular corridor wasn't very welcoming to the cub. Tall trees grew on either side of its enterence, and their branches seemed to crawl all over the side of the stones, and then stretch over to create a roof of sorts over the opening. With a whimper, her hackles rising, Stigma turned her attention to the pathway to the right. This one seemed slightly more normal, though the space from one rock wall to the next was limited. Shrugging it off, the fem trotted forward, deciding not to ask ither of the other two sides for advice(the light and the dark). Cranium is lifted almost proudly, for she felt especially independant today, if only in the fact that she hadn't asked for the voices' help all day. Hell, it might even be a personal record! A smile found a place on her maw at the thought, and simple steps became strides - though she soon realised that somethinfg was wrong with this path. As she went farther down, it seemed to get narrower. Brow furrowed at the darkness that lay ahead, but as she swung her white muzzle over her shoulder, she noticed she had gone too far to turn back; she could no longer see the enterence. Stigma's smile soon turned into a confused frown, and she turned her attention now toward the rock wall, having to skid her movement to a stop in order not to bump into it.
It was then that the realisation finally came to her; she'd headed the wrong way at the fork. This was a dead end. With a growl of frustration the female whirled around on her heal, thorns flicking back to her skull, which itself lowered as well, tail following suit. 'How dumb can I possibly get!?' She repremanded herself inwardly, heiving a sigh and back up until her rump was pressed against the rock wall that blocked her way. The fem then slowly slid to her haunches, spinal area leaning against the wall as she barked loudly out in sudden anguish. She hadn't the strength or patience to go all the way back down the path and follow the left one - the way she should've gone in the first place. Instead, she lay down, ignoring the rumbling - thinking the sound was coming from her own stomach. Soon, though, she was proved wrong as rocks suddenly came tumbling down the side of the wall. There were only a few of them, but they seemed collosal to the she-pup, who cowered now up against the rock wall. Though, one of the larger stones managed to tumble down and land directly onto her left front paw, and her intent ears heard a sickening crack. Stigma screamed now, the shock of pain wracking through her whole bodice and causing her to collapse to the ground in a heap, the rock itself rolling away in front, the other rocks ceasing their movement as well. But it was too late, the damage was done; her paw was broken.
"
This just wasn't turning out the way she wanted.
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.wordcount.1,476.
.incomplete/complete.complete.
.puppet.Stigma-Female Eastern Timber Wolf-8 months old.
.mood.Frustrated, irritable, defeated; wounded.
.other.Stigma has multiple personality disorder. So, when she is talking to herself, she actually thinks she is talking to her other sides - either her Dark or Light side, or sometimes both, when they argue. The Light side "speaking" will be underlined and the Dark side "speaking" will be