Lost in my Mind [Closed - Nali [NPC] | Family]

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[atrb=background,http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/530/taqmid.png] Taqqiq’s paws were tired as they trudged once more across the Boryz Prairie, carrying him to someplace he didn’t know. He had steered clear of his old birthing den, not wanting to relive those haunting memories so soon; merely a week had passed since the deaths of his eldest siblings. But there he was, still wandering around the lands of Kamari, tied to the place but not truly wishing to remain there. Taq was, for the second time, alone. The first time, his little sister Kyra had tracked him rather successfully, which had surprised the black-pelted brute somewhat, seeing as she was blind in one eye. This time, however, was different. He had told his sister that he needed time for himself – to think, he’d argued, although he promised her that they would meet up again in a few days. Those “few days” had come and gone, and Taqqiq still had not gone to meet his little sister. He’d berated himself, sure, but he still had a lot of thinking to do. Where was he going? What would he do now? Where did he belong? Taqqiq just wasn’t sure, not just now. A soft sigh escaped the gold muzzle, as the jade eyes glanced around, gold-tipped ears swiveling from side to side, pricked, and waiting. But he wasn’t sure exactly what he was waiting for. Taqqiq lowered his body to the ground, resting his gold maw on his black paws, eyes closing slowly. Maybe he would nap. He felt relatively safe here, despite what had happened merely a week before. Kamari was his home, the only place he had ever known. It was here, in these plains, in which he’d grown and thrived, playing with his sisters and wrestling with his twin, Tike. ’Tike…’ he whispered silently to himself. How he missed his twin brother. This was the first time in his life that he had been without that big, black-and-gold fur ball. He felt…different without his brother. As if half of himself were missing. It would pass eventually, Taqqiq knew that, but at that moment, he felt desperately alone. Taqqiq rolled onto his side, letting the suns’ rays warm his side and stomach. It was late morning, maybe ten o’clock, and the angle of the sun was perfect. He let out a sigh of pleasure, a gentle smile pulling at his maw. For the first time since the death of Karima and Tibiki, Taqqiq didn’t feel so wretched. He felt rather at peace, and he wondered whether the pain was lessening. But then those horrid images came back into his minds’ eye. The female cougar, backing up, his eldest sisters springing at it from behind. The snarl rang in his ears, a ghost of a sound that would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life. The screams as Karima’s throat was slashed open, the gurgle of her last breath, as blood bubbled up at her throat…and then Tibiki. She had the worse fate, Taq thought, his body stiff as he was forced to relive the nightmare that had come to life. Tibiki had been ripped apart, alive. At least Karima had died instantly. Taqqiq’s green eyes wrenched open, and he forced himself to his paws, shaking violently. He heaved, spattering the grass and small rocks with yellow-colored sick. Gasping for breath, he staggered away, wiping his gold muzzle on the grass. Coughing, his eyes searched wildly for a pool of water – it had rained on and off all week, but the clouds were finally passing. There would be water, he knew. After merely a minute, he found one. Plunging his muzzle into the insubstantial puddle, he sucked at the water, trying to rid his mouth of the taste. After a moment, he pulled away, swiping his pink tongue over his maw. Taqqiq sighed and groaned, collapsing and covering his face with his paws. He needed to get over this, and soon. He thought of his parents sadly, and of Tike and Kyra. Was Kyra waiting for him? What were the others doing? He wondered if they were worried about him. Taq thought his mother must be, at the very least. He gazed upwards sadly, lost in his own thoughts. Words;; 703 Muse;; Pretty good! Mood;; Sad, upset. Notes;; This is Taq's liquid time thread, the first being Shattered Lives and this happens a week after the first thread. I'm thinking after the cubs are dead, the family can come in. Most likely Tike and Kyra, or Vorilye and Kallik. Family, don't post until you get my okay. <3

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[Wildlife [NPC]]

"Daaaaaavy, where's momma?" The sweet feminine voice of a young cougar cub assaulted her brother's ears for the umpteenth time that day. "I'm hungry, Davy. I'm hungriiiii." Harley had done nothing but complain ever since their mother left. She was only supposed to be gone for a few hours, long enough to catch something to eat and return to feed her cubs. But the hours had stretched into days and now a week had passed. A week with pretty much nothing to eat. Harley's cries had become more insistant as time passed by. She wasn't handling the hunger well and missed her mother's touch.

"Shaddup already!" Davidson kicked at his sister with a hind paw, nearly losing his balance in the process. Walking was not always the easiest feat for a growing young cougar cub, especially one that had wandered so far away from its den. Sick and tired of his sister's complaining, he had decided to go out and look for their mother on his own. It wouldn't be that hard to find her, right? Maybe he could manage to catch himself some food as well. And the peace and quiet was much needed. Oh how desperate he had been to get away!

Unfortunately, Harley had decided to follow him out of the dens. For the last hour and a half he had been wandering around, trying to tune her out. It wasn't working though. "Don't you have an off switch? I said shaddup!" Davidson growled at his sister once again, picking up his pace and trying to escape her. Harley had always been good at playing follow the leader though. She was sticking to her brother like like glue, much to his annoyance.

"Be nice, Davy!" she growled right back, moving to playfully pounce him and just missing. Picking herself back up, she shook out her lithe body and looked around. They were so far from home. Nothing around here looked familiar! Of course, until now she had never been more than a mile or so away from the den. Sprinting several steps to catch back up to her brother, her nose wrinkled in distaste. "Ewwww, what's that smell?"

Not far from where they'd wandered sat a funny colored wolf pup and his stinky pile of vomit. Almost immediately Harley's pace slowed, curiosity morphing onto her features as she eyes the strange creature. It was larger than her, not to mention it had a big nose and pointy ears. "You look funny!" The comment caused her brother to shove at her before eying the wolf pup himself. It took a moment before he had his own idea on what to do with this stranger. Posturing himself to look extra large, he approached the pup with a sneer. When in doubt, bullying information out of someone was always the best approach, right? "Hey punk! Where's my momma?"

[taqqiq]

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[atrb=background,http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/530/taqmid.png] The Mackenzie Valley brute had been laying there, body rigid and tail wrapped about his paws, silent for nearly ten minutes before he heard the voices: High pitched, squeaky, and yowling, two cougar cubs came into view. Taqqiq’s left ear cocked to the side, nearly turning backwards, as he tried to hear what they were saying. They didn’t seem to notice him, and that suited him just fine. The now-familiar empty feeling had trickled slowly into his veins, and now it had settled firmly, filling his whole body and mind with a dull, yet thick, black fogginess. But then the female cubs’ voice rang out in shrill disgust. It seemed that she had scented what Taqqiq’s nose was now blocking out. He stood and turned around, eyeing them with slight uncertainty. The cougar attack was still fresh in the tormented males’ mind, and his body struggled with the instinctual nature of flight versus fight. The fur along his nape, back, and tail immediately rose as his body prepared to engage with the two cubs, and his tail arched fully over his back. The start of a ferocious snarl came upon his lips, as they drew back, revealing inch-long canines. He took a stiff step forward before the female squeaked about his appearance. Affronted, the snarl faded from his mouth, and he gave her a puzzled look. Funny? He didn’t think he looked funny….he thought he looked handsome! Just like his father, Kallik always said… But that wasn’t why he gave her such a glance. No, Taqqiq merely wondered… Did she have no fear of him? He was about to offer her a stinging retort, before the male cub pushed her and gave Taqqiq a once-over. He raised a brow at the male cub, simply staring at the feline face. It looked so small in comparison to the wolfs’. Taqqiq’s face was longer, more narrow, and his snout was tapered, not short and wide. He snorted, nostrils flaring out slightly, as the male let out a yowl. ”Hey punk! Where’s my momma?”

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Taqqiq let out a barking laugh, taking a couple of steps towards the pair. To Taqqiq, they were puny, even with their fur fluffed out. He eyed their tawny, black-speckled pelt, green eyes slightly amused. They were nothing but kittens, with their soft down. But Taqqiq, he was very nearly indistinguishable from an adult male – he only had a few more inches to go before he was fully-grown. ”Your ‘momma’?” he questioned coldly, a sneer coming onto his maw. He hadn’t called Kallik “momma” in at least four months. He was about to continue, another chuckle bubbling to his lips, before he stopped dead.

He stared at the two cubs, scrutinizing them, before he scented the air. That scent. He knew that scent. Taqqiq blinked once, and then a truly cruel smile came to his muzzle. Looming over the two, he lowered his maw to the little males’ ear and snarled softly, ”Your mother, cub, is dead. She was slain by my father Vorilye, after she attacked and killed my two eldest sisters…” He pulled away slowly, hatred now lining his face. He looked at them once more, taking note of how their pelts hung loosely from their young bodies, indicating that they had lost a decent amount of weight rather quickly. Taqqiq knew that they weren’t yet fully weaned from their mothers’ milk, and they would perish soon if they did not eat.

A dark chuckle rose from Taqqiq’s throat, and he murmured, ”Your dear mother tore my family apart. We are all shattered….broken. You are going to perish soon, little ones. But I will give you a choice. Die, at my jaws, or starve to death.” Taqqiq’s emerald eyes narrowed, and a true snarl rumbled deep within his chest. ”Answer quickly, cubs. I am hungry, and I won’t wait long. Do you want to suffer, or would you prefer to die as quickly as my oldest sister Karima did?” he spat at them, his looming frame edging ever closer. ”Let me tell you, I can rip your throats out faster than your mother killed Karima and Tibiki….and I would be soooo glad to avenge their deaths…”

Taqqiq was toying with them, a sickness entering his mind. He wasn’t going to let them choose. Oh no…he was going to slaughter them as his family had been slaughtered. He wanted to see their fear in their eyes, scent it in the air. He wanted them to die by his paws. How else could he avenge his dear sisters? This was the right thing to do…at least in his darkening thoughts.

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Words;; 771
Muse;; Spectacular!
Mood;; Vengeful, angered and hateful. Cruel, tortured.
Notes;; Oh my lord. This is not how I expected him to act. He truly is dynamic.
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[Wildlife [NPC]]

Fear was not something Harley had learned. Her days were spent in the comfort of their den, playing with her two siblings and nagging her momma. Davidson, too, was rather fearless. He was the first born of the three, the man of house so to speak. It was his duty to look after their mother and protect his siblings. And while neither of the cubs had actually seen a wolf before, they had heard about them. Mangey mutts that could not stand up to their own sheer muscle mass and deadly bites. Wolves were inferior predators and, given that it was two on one, it was the little doggy that should have been scared.

Davidson didn't even bat an eye at how close the wolf had gotten, though he wouldn't have minded batting the bastard's face. Especially when those awful lies left that gold tinted muzzle! The male cubs blood ran cold, like ice through his veins before a fire was lit within his heart and suddenly his body was burning. Rage and anger seethed within him, hate bubbling up to consume his soul. It was this little male's job to protect his family, mother included. She couldn't be dead, she couldn't! That would mean that he had failed!

"LIAR!" the kitten snarled out. "You'll pay for that you dirty two-faced ugly bastard!" Such language from one so young. But Davidson had never been in good control of his temper and lying about his mother's whereabouts was the greatest crime someone could commit! His mother was a beautiful, powerful, majestic creature. She could easily stand up to the meager power of a couple of wolves. This funny looking fiend didn't know what he was talking about and Davidson would make him pay!

Without warning the spotted cub stroke out. His muscles had coiled and bunched before launching him, claws extended, at the face of the heartless canine. He wanted blood. The attack sent Harley into motion as well. She had not quite understood the gravity of the situation, mind to innocent to understand the concept of death. What she did understand, however, was that something here was very wrong. Davidson was attacking, and if he thought they needed to fight then she would stand by her brother's side. Gathering as much speed as she could, she charged for Taqqip's side, jaws parted and sharp fangs eager to sink into flesh. She would help her brother, and then they would go find their mother.

[taqqiq]

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[atrb=background,http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/530/taqmid.png] At Taqqiq's words, the cougar cubs seemed to change. Or at least, the male did. The brute could see it in his eyes, the murderous anger, the fear he struggled t repress. It was instinctual - the wolf knew it very well. A dark chuckle came forth from the wide chest of the black wolf, and he eyed the two cubs keenly. When the male yowled in outrage, the wolfs' chuckle became a full-throated laugh. "You call me a liar..." he breathed quietly, malice glittering in his green eyes, spattered upon his tongue. "As for being dirty, I bathed just this morning," Taqqiq continued, his tone mocking and filled with icy venom. "As for two-faced, I must disagree - I am quite the honest wolf. And I assure you, I tell you the truth when I say this: Your. Mother. Is. Dead.” he snarled, lips curling in pleasure. The brute laughed again, continuing in an airy tone, ”And as for my looks, well, you must take that up with my father…but as far as being a bastard, it is you, not I, who holds that title.” Taqqiq was about to continue, before the cub suddenly launched. Although young, the Mackenzie brute had the upper hand when it came to strength and size, as well as speed. The cougar cubs weren’t as developed as the wolf was, and their movements were clumsy. Still, the wolf was surprised at the suddenness of the attack; he jumped backwards, hackles rising instantly as his eyes flashed dangerously. He was able to dodge the male, but he definitely didn’t expect the females’ attack; she caught Taqqiq full in the side, and he grunted as he was shoved to the side, stumbling slightly. The cougars’ teeth latched onto his fur, but thankfully, nearly all of them were milk teeth, and he was able to shake her off. Still, a match of black parted from his skin, and a small wound was visible, dripping crimson. Taqqiq snarled again, his body reacting instinctively. He launched at the female cub, pinning her to the ground, his jade orbs filled with a hate so deep, they were unrecognizable from his mothers’. His eyes pierced hers, and the empty feeling that had been haunting the brute was back again. But this time, it only fueled his rage. ”Your mother deserved it you know…” he growled, his voice husky. With that, he sunk his teeth into the cubs’ throat, ending her life. Half of his job done, Taqqiq turned to face the other male, blood dripping from his jowls. He licked his lips, a twisted smile on them. ”You’re next. Here, kitty kitty.” he crooned, advancing slowly. He gave the poor male a long glance, just as he had given his father, before striking him with one large paw. The cubs’ head struck a rock with tremendous force and cracked, and the wolf looked on as the life leaked from the creatures’ temple. Soon, it was all over. Everything Taqqiq knew, his morals, his mind and soul, it was all finished. Shattered. He turned away, his heart as black as his fur, and started to walk off. Little did Taqqiq know, another shape was following him. Another cougar cub. But this time, there was going to be a different ending. In the past week, lives had been shattered. Minds had been fractured. Spirits had been cracked. But the worst part was, the innocence of a mere pup had been destroyed in the heat of the moment. A life had been changed, a mind blackened, a spirit vanished, and innocence was now non-existent. Words;; 600 Muse;; Terrible. Mood;; Twisted, amused. Notes;; This is so terrible, I'm sorry xD Also, Nali gave me permission to kill them both off in this post. EDIT - I've edited the post, this thread is now closed.

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