Post by Alya Alphess of Zahir on Nov 20, 2008 15:48:01 GMT -5
The world was spinning, her gaze fogging over as the small Iranian femme collapsed on the boarder of her territory. Her body was beyond tattered, her breathing labored and every fiber of her being aching. A long trail of now dried blood lead from the desert to the Kamari Wastlands, easily leading a few predators in Alya's direction. In truth, how she'd escaped was an utter miracle. Too bad she wasn't going to live long enough to tell the tale.
Slowly but surely Alya's world was crumbling around her. Ever since that fateful day she'd been shot things had slowly begun to slip from her controll. She had lost her pack, her mate, and even her home. In hopes of starting fresh, she'd ended up on Anikira and took over Zahir by default. Things seemed to be looking up, with her in power of a small pack. Of course, it was silly to hope her vision of the perfect future would ever play out. How she'd earned her position was a tell tale sign of that.
Alya had claimed Zahir thinking it was free land, only to be challenged by Isolde. She willingly gave the alpha position over to the childish femme in favor of forcing herself into the beta position. As beta she'd planned to run the pack from behind the scenes, using Isolde as a puppet. Of course, that damn volcano had to go and erupt, forcing the small pack to retreat to the Chamoru Plains.
Ithyph, Kaoru, and herself had made it to safety with relative ease. Isolde on the other hand, could only be assumed to have not been as fortunate. She red wolf had never shown up, and it was decided that she'd ended up incinerated by the lava. Of course, the regrouping of the small pack in the plains was anything but pleasant. Ithyph had run herself right into a canabalistic wolf, further damning Alya's fate. As she lay in the sand now, broken and bleeding, dying, she was positive her reason for ending up on Anikira was to die.
In a mad attempt to save Ithyph, Alya had bravely charged into the fray. Kaoru followed suit and they attempted to retreat. The hungry Alastor had other plans though, and faster than she could blink the alphess had found her body crushed bleeding. Had the brute had any sense of mercy he would have killed her there, with her pack in attendance. That was too much to ask, though. Instead, he'd picked up her brittle body and carried her off to the formerly human infested lands.
Falling unconscious, the femme knew not how long she'd lain against the wall of an old human home. Her body felt as if the fires of Hell were consuming it, and it seemed like forever before she was finally able to drag her mind out of the darkness. It was then that she'd heard multiple voices, whispering plans of domination and deceit. Quietly she'd listened, hoping to catch any useful information as she formulated an escape plan. Unfortunately, all of her efforts were in vain.
Leave it to the clumsy, cowardly Ithyph to be the one to come to her rescue. "Damn idiot," she mumbled under her breath, tears escaping from her eyes. Had the Tundra femme not let her emotions get the better of her, she'd still be roaming the earth. But no. Instead, that idiot insisted on taking on a small group of bloodthirsty wolves all by herself. She hadn't even had Kaoru at her side. Three on one was hopeless, even if one of the three was despised by the other two. The dislike Ardemu had for Xann was obvious.
Ardemu made quick work of Ithyph, sinking his fangs into her jugular and then leaving her as puppy chow for Alastor. What was odd that he had then taken off, dissapearing without a trace. Still, Ithyph was dead. Alya felt as if it was all her fault. Had she not let herself been bested by some dumb killing machine, her pack would still be intact. Of course, had Ithyph not run into said killing machine in the first place, none of this would have ever happened. "Stupid, f**king volcano." Maybe if they hadn't picked a supposedly dormant volcano for their den site, Alya's would would still be a happy, perfect place. This was not how things were supposed to have happened. Ithyph was not supposed to be dead!
More tears streamed down her cheeks as silent sobs wreaked her broken body. She continued to reflect on the most recent events that lead her to her current demise. After Ithyph had been felled all hell had broken loose. Ardemu dissapeared, Xann vanished, and Alastor she could only assume had invited himself to a little meal. How Alya herself had managed to escape in the condition she was in was beyond her. She'd just known she'd needed to do it. Ithyph's sacrifice should not have been in vain! The Iranian femme refused to let the death of her pack mate go to waste.
The journey was hard and excruciating painful, but somehow the small female had managed to crawl back into the borders of her territory. She'd barely stumbled fifty steps through the desert sand before collapsing though. Alya didn't have the strenght to go on. She was dying, and in all truth she no longer had the will to live. Ithyph had sacrificed her miserable existence for her alpha, and now said alpha couldn't bring herself to fight for her life any longer.
This wasn't how things were supposed to have happened. This was not how Alya had invisioned her death. If she were not to die of her ever increasing old age, she had planned to at least go out with a fight. There was more dignity in that than the cowardice she was showing right now. Now, she was a crying, broken heap of flesh with no successor, probably no pack becaues she did not know if Kaoru was alive or dead, and no hope. The vision of perfection she'd spent her entire life striving for was completely shattered. Alya had been given a harsh reality check, and she no longer had to will to fight for her dreams. She was more than five years old. With the condition her body was currently in, it was a miracle she'd made it as far as she'd had. Maybe if she hadn't insisted on getting back to her lands she would have stood a better chance of survival. Now, however, there was absolutely no hope. No hope at all.
Straining her neck in an attempt to lift her head, Alya insisted on one final call. Her vision was nearly completely black now, and her hearing was fading by the second. All she could smell was blood and sand, and the pain that coursed through her body made her whimper pathetically. Mustering as much strength as she could, she let out one final cry. "ZAHIR IS DEAD!" The howl echoed through the land, hopefully reaching the other territories. They needed to at least know that the unfortunate pack had fallen. Maybe the desert was not fit to be ruled by an alphess. Or, maybe the land just hadn't found its true leader yet.
Either way, Alya had let out her final breath. That howl had taken everything out of her. The only other sound to leave her lips was a strangled moan as he head fell limply into the sand. Slowly but surely the fire died from her body. Her senses were completely enveloped in darkness, despite her glassy brown eyes remaining opened. The beating of her heart slowed until it was nonexistent, and as the hours passed her limp body was burried in sand carried by the breeze.
The Zahir Alphess was dead. The Zahir Pack had fallen. The only trace of what Alya had envisioned as a once great pack was her slowly mummifying corpse beneath the sand, probably not destined to be found for hundreds of years. And, in an ironic sort of way, the perfection the Iranian had so strived for was acheived. The land was quiet, peaceful. No one dared defile the desert. There was a serene sort of beauty about the place, a nostalgic feeling worthy of a postcard image. In some odd, twisted sort of way there was still hope. Maybe in the near future a pack could successfully thrive there, bringing with it all the dreams and hopes of perfection Alya had lost her life striving for.
For now, however, there was only silence.