After having met with Vorilye, Kallik had grown moody and angry, and she’d told Amyntas that she was going for a walk. Whether or not he followed after her, however, was up to him. Her ‘walk’ hadn’t gotten her very far – she was still around the area of the pack dens, though no one would be able to see her where she was. High upon Ryn-Eldbel Kallik stood, her jade eyes cold and unfeeling as she overlooked the sea below her, nothing but sheer drops off the cliff upon which she’d wandered onto in front of her, while the pack lay behind. Kallik had always known about this area of Acerbus, although she’d never been to it. The darkness inside of Kallik was growing again, rather like when she’d been on her own, before Vorilye, before this mess of a life she’d been forced into had come upon her.
This was how she had felt after she’d murdered and cannibalized her own brother, how she’d felt all that time before this. Inside of her darkened thoughts, a chill voice was pumping poison into her blood stream, whispers turning into audible words inside of her own head. ’Do it….’ the voice whispered sinisterly as her green eyes moved automatically to the cold, steely grey waters beneath her. A step towards the edge of the cliff, a slight breeze swirled the scent of the sea and its’ salt about her fur, she stopped. There was still a foot, maybe two in front of her; Kallik wasn’t in much danger of falling off the edge, at least not yet.
The demon inside of Kalliks’ head sounded very much like her dead mother, who had also committed suicide after the death of her first son; that was when Kallik and her second, younger brother had left on their own. The sound of her mothers’ voice inside of her own head made Kallik fearful – her mother had been cruel and cold-hearted, and she was the only wolf Kallik had ever truly feared. ’Come now…just a few more steps…’ it snarled softly, a sick, crooning note laced throughout the words as Kallik moved forward again, robotically. She stopped at the very edge, her claws digging into the rocky ground, feeling her body sway as she stared into the unforgiving waters below her.
The sea swelled before her, the sound of the waves echoing in her ears until it became a roar that mingled with her mothers’ cruel laughter. It seemed as if her one true wish in the afterlife was to take Kallik down with her. The sickening sound of her mothers’ laughter filled her ears, words forming quickly. ’It will all end, you will never feel pain again. No one cares for you, no one will mourn, they won’t even come looking!’ it spat angrily, feeling Kallik’s hesitancy, trying to force her off the edge of the cliff.
The wolf shuddered violently, sea spray coating her fur, her eyes closing tight as she teetered on the edge, a paw raised. The entire cliff seemed to sway beneath her as her stomach churned with the waves below, but Kallik could take it no longer. The pain, the suffering, the abuse, it needed to end, and rather on her own terms than someone else’s. Kallik flung herself from the cliff; she seemed suspended for a few seconds before she finally fell. Jagged rocks poked from the ocean and Kallik was heading straight towards them. She plunged into the water with a huge splash! and the waves threw her against the rocks.
Sharp, razor-like boulders cut into her fiercely, and Kallik could fully appreciate the pain of the deer she’d brought down so long ago with Kodiak Black. She allowed herself to be tossed around, not even bothering to fight. Salty water filled her mouth, her nose, eyes and ears, and she spluttered instinctively as her head broke the surface of the waves. Another bash against the rocks and Kallik passed out, her body limp, bobbing up only when the ocean allowed.
At last, there would be some relief for the young femme. The pain would end, her suffering would cease to exist, and she’d finally pleased the one she’d always wanted to be close to; the face of Kallik’s mother loomed in her blackened view before she fully blacked.
Words;; 722 Muse;; Amazing. Mood;; Unfeeling. uncaring, cold. Notes;; This made me cry x.x Any Descai member can come in, but let Gem post first if you do come in.
For the first time since he was a pup, Amyntas was part of a pack. Even though he, Naomi, and Zephyr had been something of a family, given that they didn’t stake a claim on any land, he would never have considered them a pack. But here he was, five years old, and part of a close knit family once again, something he had never even dreamed would occur again in his lifetime. He was...pleased? Yes, perhaps he was. The whole thing still felt a little unreal. Regardless of how he felt about the ordeal, he would do his best to keep his alpha happy. So long as he kept a submissive air when around the alpha brute, he felt it wouldn’t be too difficult.
Not long after being accepted into the pack, Kallik had decided to take a little walk. She had requested his company, in not so many words, but he felt she should be left alone for a few minutes. At least until she calmed down from the harsh words of the alpha brute.
Thinking of the other brute brought complicated feelings to the surface. On the one hand, he wanted to make him feel somewhat responsible for what Kallik was feeling. But it seemed like he felt a little guilty about the death of their pups, though at the same time, he blamed Kallik for it all. Amyn sighed deeply. On the other hand, he wanted to ensure the brute remained happy. How was he supposed to do that while attempting to make him feel responsible? It would not be an easy feat, no matter how he decided to handle the situation.
Amyn wandered aimlessly through the territory, unconsciously following Kallik’s scent. When he finally returned to reality, he found himself in a place he hadn’t ventured yet. Then again, there were many places in the territory that he didn’t know of yet. This place was quite beautiful, and would have been a bit more enjoyable if the wind wasn’t as strong. It whirled around him, bringing with it the strong scent of salt from the ocean. It whipped through his fur, ruffling the thickening pelt. Before long, it would be winter, and he would become nothing more than a giant, white fluffball. The idea made him chuckle lightly.
Up ahead, Amyn saw Kallik standing at the peak of the ridge. He wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing, but... Was she getting closer to the edge? No, she wouldn’t do such a thing. The brute strode forward, wagging his tail. He was about to call out to her when she really did get closer to the edge. She was too close. “Kallik!” Amyn called out, leaping forward. He ran as fast as he could, but he just wasn’t fast enough. The femme threw herself off the cliff, disappearing before his very eyes. Amyn’s heart slid to a stop in his chest. No. Without any idea what was waiting for him at the bottom, Amyn pumped his legs harder, leaping off the edge of the cliff after Kallik.
How he managed to not land on Kallik—or the numerous sharp rocks—when he hit the water was beyond him. The swell of the ocean tried to throw him against the rockface, but he fought against the tide with all his strength. Waves crashed over his head, dragging him underwater. He resurfaced moments later, gasping for air. While fighting the ocean and trying to keep himself afloat, Amyn searched frantically for Kallik. Had she hit the rocks? Was she...? No! He couldn’t think of that. He had to find her. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a patch of russet fur floating in he water. He immediately swam towards it, snatching it up in his powerful jaws. It was definitely Kallik; he would never be able to forget her scent. The brute was slammed against one of the rocks at another swell, causing him to release his grip on the femme.
Black stars danced across his vision, but Amyn fought through it. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he snatched Kallik up once again, this time by the scruff of her neck. He began to slowly make his way back to shore, fighting the swell that wanted to drag the two of them further into the ocean or to throw them both against the wall. Hang in there, Kallik, he prayed. His claws dug into the mud along the beach, making his efforts against the ocean much stronger. Before long, he and Kallik were out of the dangerous waters. He dragged Kallik far up the beach, her soaked, unconscious body heavier now that they were on land.
“C’mon Kallik,” he growled, nudging her once he’d released her. She was breathing, but just barely. He growled fiercer at her, nudging her harder. “Don’t do this to me!” After all that had happened to him; losing Naomi, losing those pups; now he was going to have to lose Kallik too? This was what happened what he grew close to others. They were taken away from him. “NO!” the brute bellowed, nudging her again. But she still wasn't moving. Amyn shook his head, completely numb. He was going to lose her. Pain coursed through his heart, a stabbing pain he had never wished to feel again.
Amyn threw his crown to the sky, loosing a long, mournful howl, full of his anguish. Once the song fell into the wind, the brute circled around her frantically. Tears streamed down his face as he lay beside her, shoving his head into her soaked fur. If she was going to leave him, he would remain at her side until the very end. No matter how much it killed him to do so.
words:: Nine-Hundred and Seventy-Eight muse:: Decent tags::Kallik mood:: Desperate ooc:: He's gonna lose it when she regains consciousness XD
Last Edit: Oct 16, 2012 15:40:00 GMT -5 by Deleted
So many worst-case scenarios were rushing through the brute's mind that he could not think straight. He could not even identify the voice that had howled out in pan, let alone known what it was about. All he knew was that he needed to get there, and quickly, to figure out just what was going on. Vorilye had rarely exhausted so much energy running, but he found himself drawing near to the plateau, his paw aching from the strain he forced himself to ignore as he continued forward.
The brute's gold eyes skimmed the surroundings, searching for anything that would be an indication as to the source of the howl. He knew he had come to the right place; the echo from that howl was more than enough indication of the location of the strained wolf. He was more confused by the second, as he could not locate anyone on the top of the plateau.
By pure chance, the alpha glanced down on the beach below, suddenly spurred forward once more as he spied two bodies below. There was no mistaking who the two wolves were; Amyntas and Kallik. As bad as it sounded, Vorilye was immediately relieved to find that this had nothing to do with his family or, worse, his beta. There were very few wolves that the brute held close, but those few that he did would have a crushing effect on him. Vorilye wandered down the edge of the plateau, careful to watch his step to avoid tumbling to the waters below. It was slow and dangerous going; he had been in such a haze rushing to the top that he had not noticed what a severe slope there was. On the way down, it was much more treacherous.
As he finally reached the ground below, Vorilye trotted toward the soaked wolves, staring down at the pair with little sympathy in his eyes. The noises coming from Amyntas, which were adequately muted by Kallik's fur, to the brute's sincere appreciation, were obviously sounds of distress. Vorilye was not sure what had happened, but he definitely planned to find out. This simply would not do.
Vorilye dipped his head down, grabbing Amyntas by the scruff to yank him back from the stilled body of Kallik. Vor would deal with him in a moment. As for Kallik, what had happened? What she dead? Who knows? he thought absently, sniffing at the femme curiously. He had hoped to feel an ounce of remorse, but he did not. Kallik meant nothing to him any longer. It seemed as if she was not breathing or, if she was, it was incredibly shallow. Maybe she has water in her lungs. He turned a dark glare on the brute before snapping, "Move back, now."
The alpha brute paid no mind to however Amyn would react as he reared up on his hind legs, slamming his front paws into the center of Kallik's chest. If there was any water in her lungs, that would have the sufficient force to clear them. He watched with satisfaction as a good amount of water seeped out of the femme's mouth; perhaps that would do her some good. If she was, in fact, still alive, then she may have suffered a broken rib from the brute's actions, but she could deal with that. It was a small price to pay for living.
Turning to Amyntas, Vorilye's behavior turned immediately icy. "What happened here?" he demanded, his cold eyes boring into the brute. "What is wrong with her?" He was furious to see a member of his pack that had been, to his knowledge, mishandled, and by his newest pack member nonetheless. Vorilye was starting to regret his decision to allow the white brute to remain with Descai. Perhaps he should be expelled from Acerbus, after all. If he could not be trusted to look after the only wolf he had any ties to in the pack, how could Vorilye depend on him to be useful in the least?
Count | 684 words Muse | Not bad. Tags | Kallik, Amyntas. Notes | I can change the actions Vorilye took if either of you have problems with it. Just let me know.
Last Edit: Oct 16, 2012 13:29:11 GMT -5 by Vorilye
Vorilye || Mackenzie Valley Brute || Eight Years Old
Each passing second was agony for Amyntas, lying there beside Kallik. The only time he’d ever had to deal with the ocean was during his journey here, and that had been a cake-walk for the brute. Even Naomi had had little difficulty with the churning water. But that was because of that terrible facility and the things that had been done to them. Kallik didn’t have the same upbringing they had (even if it had only been for a short time). And that leap... She wanted to die.
A long whine slipped out of Amyn’s maw as he nuzzled deeper into Kallik’s fur. Hadn’t he said he was going to be her friend? How could he be her friend if she left him? He was supposed to protect her and now she was going to die. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He whined again, nearly suffocating himself in the femme’s fur. If she left him, what was he supposed to do? He had joined a pack for her! He doubted he would be able to just walk out. The alpha brute seemed forgiving, but there was little doubt in Amyn’s mind that the other brute would allow a pack member to just up and leave without a word.
All of a sudden, sharp fangs dug into the back of his scruff. A fierce snarl ripped from his throat as he turned to the wolf foolish enough to try and separate him from Kallik. But before he could do anything stupid, he realized who it was. The alpha had shown up. For what reason, Amyn didn’t know. He immediately scrambled to his feet, backing up to let the alpha examine the unconscious femme. And when the brute growled at him to get back, he obliged.
If only for a second.
The alpha had risen to his hind legs, alarming Amyn. “What are you—?” Before Amyn could finish his frantic cry—or stop the other brute—he slammed his paws into Kallik’s chest. Amyn let out a growl, thinking he had injured the femme, but noticed the water seeping from her mouth. He ceased immediately, staring in wonder at the alpha brute. How had he known to do that? There was clearly much he still had to learn about the world around him, despite his age. Amyn shook his head and let out a deep sigh. If the alpha brute hadn’t shown up, Kallik would have definitely died. But now, even from his distance, Amyn could hear her steady breathing. She was going to be fine.
Amyn, however, was hardly out of the woods. As soon as he saved the russet femme, the alpha brute spun to face Amyn, icy words stinging the arctic brute. Amyn winced slightly, falling into a submissive position. This was going to get ugly very fast if he didn’t start speaking. “I-I don’t know!” he yelped, shuffling back a few steps. “She was at the edge of the cliff when I found her and then she jumped. I haven’t spoken to her since we were all at the den site.” Despite the fact that he was telling the truth, Amyn was absolutely terrified that the alpha brute would think he was lying to save his own skin. But what else could have happened? Surely the brute didn’t believe he had pushed her? Amyn brought his frightened gaze up to meet the alpha brute’s. “I don’t know why she did this, Sir.” All he could do now was emphasize the lack of information he could give to the other brute.
words:: Six-Hundred and Seventeen muse:: Good tags::Kallik, and Vorilye mood:: Anguish, helpless, fear ooc:: Poor useless Amy ;-;
Vorilye could only gather that the stupid femme had tried to kill herself. He growled under his breath, unable to fathom what had gone wrong in the wolf's head that she would throw herself off a cliff. She obviously had some loose screws, as Vorilye thoroughly believed that no sane wolf would ever put themself in such a predicament. She was alive for now, but there was no telling just how long that would last.
The brute watched the slow rise and fall of Kallik's chest as he turned back to Amyntas. With a sigh, his gold eyes met the arctic brute's. "I'm going to be straight with you, brute," he grunted out, not really able to sympathize with the situation. "She probably is not going to make it. Between the injuries she likely sustained from the fall and the water in her lungs, it's possible that there is already permanent damage done. We can't last long without oxygen to the brain, and if her lungs were full of that much water, then it is a slim chance that she will make it through the night." He glanced at Kallik's body, which was now shivering involuntarily. That was the sign of shock settling in that indicated the femme was not in a good place. If he had gotten there earlier, her chances of recovery would have been much better. Now, he would be shocked if she survived the next few hours.
There was no movement other than the unconscious reactions from the wolf's body. Vorilye and Amyntas both watched over Kallik hour after hour, searching for any indication, any flickering of the eyelid, or even a quiet whine to let them know that she was going to be alright. They found nothing. She was breathing, but even those breaths were growing more shallow by the hour, and Vorilye could do nothing to halt the progression of her body's shutdown. Hour after hour passed, and by the end of the seventh hour, Vorilye could no longer see the femme's chest moving. She was gone.
The brute halfway expected a wave of remorse to wash over him. Vorilye was almost surprised to find that the only feeling he had was that of relief. The alpha brute believed that, in the event Kallik left, his sons would follow as well. With Kallik gone, he was all the home that they had left. They would feel obligated to remain with him for at least a while longer until he could prepare them better for the world beyond Descai.
However, Vorilye now had to deal with Amyntas. He had watched the brute pace worriedly beside the femme's body and could see the distress this was putting him through. He had no idea how to comfort another wolf, let alone a brute that should have masked his emotions in the first place. Vorilye was at a loss of how to treat Amyntas. After all, he had been with Kallik behind the alpha's back this whole time. While Vor had little respect for manipulating wolves, the brute's behavior led him to believe that he had truly cared for Kallik. That, in itself, made the situation more difficult to handle. He did not know what to say to Amyntas any more than he'd known how to address Kallik when he watched his daughters murdered before his eyes.
He turned to the white brute, feigning sorrow in his eyes as he dipped his head respectfully to him, but no words were spoken. His actions would say enough.
Count | 610 words Muse | Semi-okay. Tags | Amyntas Notes | Eh, not terrible but Vor is a dick.
Last Edit: Oct 21, 2012 20:24:28 GMT -5 by Vorilye
Vorilye || Mackenzie Valley Brute || Eight Years Old
Amyntas watched with relief as the anger seemed to quell within the alpha brute. His eyes flicked to Kallik—causing Amyn’s to follow suit—before he growled under his breath and returned his gaze to Amyn. Expecting some sort of important quest—getting herbs for Kallik (despite knowing nothing of herbs), bringing her to the dens, anything—Amyn stood tall, eyes determined to do whatever it took to get things back to normal. But the words from the alpha brute were not orders for some great task. They weren’t even kind words. The alpha brute spoke bluntly, rather confident that Kallik would not survive the night. A long whine slipped out of Amyn’s maw as he gazed at the russet femme. He knew that she would certainly be in for the fight of her life, but was it really hopeless?
This small femme had crossed his path, ready to take him on if she needed to. It was a fight he was glad to have avoided, but a femme who was brave enough to stand her ground against one of his size would surely be able to fight her way through whatever it was that ailed her. Amyn cast a defiant look to the alpha brute. “We’ll just have to see.” He was beyond annoyed that the alpha brute would simply give up on her, especially given the circumstances of their past relationship. Though he didn’t know each and every detail (not that he wanted to), he had assumed this brute would harbor some kind of feelings for the femme. But, unlike Amyn who was very concerned for his new friend, the alpha brute seemed to care less about whether she pulled it through or not.
Despite that, however, the alpha remained with Amyn as they watched over Kallik. The arctic brute wanted nothing more than to lay at her side to keep her warm, but with the alpha so near, he dare not try it. For all he knew, the brute wanted to see if she could make it on her own. Either that or he wasn’t aware how he felt about her. Amyn wasn’t about to cause some sort of friction between himself and the alpha, given he had only just joined. Instead, he paced absently, glancing at the femme every once in a while. He also found himself glancing up at the sky occasionally, hoping the sun would rise before Kallik’s breathing stopped. But the sky hardly changed no matter how often he looked up.
Hours passed, and Amyn’s feet were beginning to grow sore from his constant pacing, yet he refused to stop. For some odd reason, he felt if he stopped moving, Kallik would lose her weak grip on life and be lost to him forever. No. He had to be ready to rush to her side when she finally lifted her head to look at him. He could almost imagine her emerald orbs blinking groggily at him. Maybe she’d even smile, thank him for risking his life to save her. Maybe the alpha would realize just how devastated he would be at her loss and rush to her side, apologizing profusely for whatever it was that he’d done to her. But with each bright fantasy, the darkness in Amyn’s heart simply grew. Kallik’s breathing had long since grown shallow. He knew he was simply fooling himself by believing she would wake.
The end was near.
All of a sudden, everything grew eerily quiet. Amyn stopped, tensing up as he turned his gaze to Kallik. Her body was completely still, and there was a cold feeling seeping into his veins. She wasn’t breathing anymore. And if she wasn’t breathing, there was little chance that Kallik was even Kallik anymore. Amyn stood a short distance from the femme’s body, muscles locked in place. As much as he wanted to rush to her side, weep over her body as he had for Naomi, he simply couldn’t move. He’d done it again. He allowed someone close to him to die, though this time it wasn’t entirely his fault. There was no bear. There was no lapsing into his training. It was simply Kallik throwing herself from the cliff. He had wanted to ask her why she would attempt such a terrible thing. Suicide was a coward’s death, even he believed such things.
An icy pain throbbed in Amyn’s heart as he stood there, staring at Kallik’s body. He was very much aware of the alpha brute’s golden gaze on him (though he’d missed the respectful head nod), but it felt as if the other brute were miles away instead of within paw’s reach. It was just him and Kallik in that little area. If she had meant anything to him, he should have rushed to her side, clung to her body until the scent began to attract the scavengers. But he felt numb. While he had no desire to weep for her loss, he had no desire to simply leave her there to become carrion. He just couldn’t move.
After some time, he finally tore his gaze from her body, locking eyes with the alpha brute. His own eyes held no emotion whatsoever; no pain at losing a friend, no sorrow at the death of a femme who reminded him (painfully so) of Naomi and her beautiful pup, no anger at the brute before him who had caused Kallik the pain that caused her to end her life. No. He simply stood there, blankly staring at his alpha, as if asking what he should do next. Amyn’s eyes never strayed back to the russet mass that lay a short distance away. Kallik was dead. He was not. He had to move on, just as he had after killing Naomi.
Only this time, he would never allow another soul close to him again.
words:: One-Thousand and One muse:: Amazing tags::Vorilye mood:: Completely numb ooc:: He broke </3
The hurt Amyntas felt was almost tangible to the alpha. Although he knew not how to comfort the brute, Vorilye could sympathize to some extent. While he did not feel remorse for Kallik's death, he understood the pain of losing someone close. After all, Kallik's lack of action had caused the death of his daughters, which he had witnessed and been unable to stop. Ever since that moment, the relationship between the two wolves had been irreparable. Vorilye would not allow himself to fraternize with the femme that caused the death of his daughters. In the back of his mind, he realized that he was equally responsible for their deaths, but he punished himself every day. His behavior toward Kallik was the only way he could hold her responsible for the hurt she had put him through. For all the sleepless nights he laid awake, wondering how he could find her, this was her punishment. She had only done this to herself. While he may have been an emotional strain on the femme, Vorilye had not thrown her off that cliff. She made that decision all on her own.
The black and gold alpha watched as the life seemed to drain out of Amyntas before his eyes. The white wolf grew rigid and distant, as if he did not even want to be here any longer. The brute knew what needed to be done. Without a word, he scooped up Kallik's body, easily lifting the smaller femme over his shoulders as he trotted toward the water's edge. She had wanted her life to end here, and so Vorilye would honor her last wish. She would be buried by the sea, offering herself back to Mother Earth who had once given birth to her.
Vorilye suddenly dove beneath the water, feeling the weight of Kallik's body leave his back as he surfaced once more. The soft pull of the waves dragged her form further and further out to sea, as he stood up to his chest in water and watched her disappear. While he did not harbor any feelings for the femme anymore, she deserved to at least be respected. He would not leave her to rot on the beach. For one, that would attract predators that the alpha did not want to deal with at the moment. Secondly, Vorilye knew that if he did not handle the body, then Amyntas would suffer even more. There was obviously a strong connection between the two, and that alone had spurred the alpha to make the pair miserable in every way possible. If he could not be happy, then no one in his pack could be, either. It had been so long since the brute had experienced true happiness, and the only place he found that now was in the face of his sons. They were the only thing that brought a smile to his face these days, and he would fight to the death to defend them. Kallik had purely been a means to an end, though she had aided in bringing his beautiful sons into the world. For that, she deserved a respectful end.
The brute turned back to the shore and once again found Amyntas. Vorilye trekked toward him, unsure of what to tell the brute to do. He was in mourning, which was to be expected. The arctic brute had prolonged Kallik's life some by pulling her from the waves, but it had not been enough to save her. The femme had been lost long before they had arrived, in his head. If she was in a position to catapult herself off a cliff, then she likely did not want to live her life any longer. As he approached Amyn once more, he spoke softly so as not to spook him. He was not sure just how flighty or broken the wolf truly was, as there was only so much the alpha could see on the surface.
"We should get back to the dens, Amyn," he addressed the brute lightly, a break from his normally harsh tone. Vorilye may not have cared for Kallik, but he did have respect for the dead who had done nothing to harm him. Sure, Kallik had harmed him in some ways, but she had eventually returned to Descai. She brought his sons home, and he was grateful to have the time with them every day. "I will meet you there. Go to the dens and find the femme who was passed out earlier. She will likely keep you company."
In truth, the alpha did not know whether the drowned femme would be any assistance to Amyntas or not. Perhaps it was foolish thinking to send the brute from one drowned femme who had not survived to another drowned femme who had managed to pull through. But thinking about things such as that were not at the forefront of his mind. Vorilye had other business to attend to, and that was that. As an alpha, he could not dwell long on the unpleasantness of life. If he did, he would never be able to function. Walls were erected to protect him from such heartache. They were there to defend his position as alpha. He would never let them fall.
Count | 881 words Muse | Pretty good. Tags | Amyntas Notes | He softened up some... It's a miracle!
Last Edit: Oct 23, 2012 10:23:05 GMT -5 by Vorilye
Vorilye || Mackenzie Valley Brute || Eight Years Old
Before too long, the alpha brute began to move. Amyntas’ eyes never strayed from the black and gold brute, waiting patiently for the orders he assumed he would receive. But not once did the alpha brute turn to Amyn, not even to offer a fleeting glance. He went and lifted the femme’s body from the ground, heading over to the water’s edge. Amyn’s mind slid to a complete halt as he watched the scene before him unfold. A painful memory tickled the brute’s mind. As the memory took over his conscious mind, the brute’s eyes clouded over, giving away that he was not all there.
The sun was casting a warm glow over the land, welcoming after the week’s worth of rain Anikira had just endured. Amyn lay on a rock, basking in that warmth as he watched over the five balls of fur romping in the grass. They’d been cooped up in the den with only their mother to harass. Amyn felt for Naomi and had offered that she and Zephyr go for a long hunt to stretch their legs. As usual, she counter-offered, telling him to go with Zephyr. Amyn simply wouldn’t have that. Mates needed to bond in ways that only mates could. Zephyr eventually convinced the femme to take the arctic brute’s offer, and the pair had gone off.
Perhaps basking in the sunlight had been the start of it all. As he watched the pups, Amyn’s eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier. After checking the winds for scents of predators or other wolves, the arctic brute allowed himself a quick doze. The sounds of the pups’ yipping and growling grew fainter in his ears. Before long, he could hear nothing more than his own heavy breathing.
The bear must have been downwind from the den. Either he had smelled the pups or had simply stumbled across the little clearing. Amyn was ripped from his slumber by the sound of the bear roaring, along with the screams of the pups. He lunged, only to be swatted aside with ease. The brute smacked his head against a rock, blacking out immediately. And when he finally came to, it was far too late. The pups were dead, their blood decorating the mouth of the den. Amyn was given little time to recover from his head injury before Naomi and Zephyr had returned. The look in Naomi’s eyes had been enough to break his heart.
Before he could console the femme, Zephyr had rushed forward, sinking his fangs into Amyn’s shoulder. Without even thinking about it, Amyn turned and tore through the brute’s face. And once Zephyr removed his grip to cry out in pain, Amyn delivered the final blow. As Zephyr’s blood soaked his paws, Amyn turned to Naomi. She was clinging to her look-alike daughter, sobbing into the fur of the little pup as Amyn himself had moments before. She looked up at him, agony filling those deep emeralds eyes of hers. “Kill me,” she whispered to him. When Amyn refused, she attacked, thus causing him to defend himself.
Sadly, the femme didn’t die instantly as Zephyr had. She lay in the blood-stained grass, breathing heavily. Through it all, she smiled at Amyn. When he realized what he’d done, he had tried to save her, but she faded all too quickly. He spent the next few hours digging holes to place Naomi and her pups into, burying them to his best ability. He had left Zephyr to rot where he lay, hoping his carcass would keep the scavengers from unearthing Naomi and her pups.
The scent of the alpha brute grew stronger, pulling Amyn from his thoughts. He blinked a few times, letting reality come back into focus. He couldn’t comprehend why the alpha brute hadn’t simply buried the femme. Or, if he truly hated her as Amyn believed, why he hadn’t simply left her to rot, as he had Zephyr. Amyn didn’t care enough to question his action, nor did he have the time. The alpha brute finally gave him an order: to return to the dens. Amyn was not familiar with the femme he spoke of, but nodded curtly nonetheless, turning without a word as he headed back in the direction of the dens. He didn’t care for the company he knew he would find there (hopefully the beta femme wouldn’t be there. He had a feeling she would sneer happily at Kallik’s loss). But after everything that happened, Amyn felt completely drained. A long rest would do him some good, and perhaps he would feel better when he woke.
words:: Seven-Hundred and Ninety-Two muse:: Erm... tags::Vorilye mood:: Numb ooc:: This post is probably really random...
