quiet times -- ! [AHRI]

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[atrb=background,http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/8884/meritb.png] With a mind like Meridian's time seemed to have no consequences. Minutes could be days, days lasting nothing more than a few hours. How long had it been since she'd ditched her brother's side? She could not tell you, nor did she really care. Meridian had grown greatly since her time spent in Descai. Not physically, of course. She had been fully grown for a while now. Mentally, however, she was almost a completely different wolf. She was self-confident and strong, more independent and proud to be the way she was. Sure she was also quite the little sadist, enjoying the pain and suffering of others, but no longer did she feel the need to be dependent upon others. She was much like her mother in that sense, keeping her family at an arm's length in favor of doing the things she wanted rather than what was expected of her. Now was no different. Running at breakneck speed, sharp canines finally closed around the throat of the hare she'd been chasing down. Sticky hot blood pooled in her mouth, sending her tastebuds over the edge as she jerked her head two and fro, breaking the poor creature's neck. She gave it one more shake for good measure, playing with her food. The rabbit had died nearly instantly. Meridian didn't care though. She was high on the thrill of the hunt. She was enjoying herself. Oh how she loved to make other creatures suffer. Dropping the corpse, she nosed at it a moment, licking her lips. A small dragonfly, purple in color and visible to her eyes alone, whispered encouragement and praise into her ear. Another job well done. Another life taken by her teeth and claws. Meridian reveled in the feeling of playing God. This was her island, her continent. All were subject to her whim and fancy whether they knew it or not. And, she derived a sick sort of satisfaction in knowing that she was the supreme being that roamed here, the master of life, of fate, of everyone. The world was her oyster. Hungrily she tore into the rabbit's flesh, enjoying another sweet victory.

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/ahrimid.png] A full belly had been exactly what Ahri needed. With her hunger under control, she felt no qualms in leaving the black brute, though it would not surprise her if, for some reason, he decided to follow. While she got a strange vibe from him, he had been a good hunting companion, and she learned quite a bit from simply watching him. Ahri had just been pleased that she did not manage to ruin everything; it would have been just her luck that those does trampled right over the top of her without a care in the world or she missed on her lunge. Instead, she actually did quite well. She felt accomplished having simply done what a normal wolf could do. But she was not normal, and she knew it. Ahri was an abnormality at best, a freak at worse. Even her own birth pack never really knew how to handle her. But it was better now that she was forging her own way. No one could tell her what to do or when to do it, and she was doing quite well, if she could say so herself. Apart from the two uncomfortable wolves she had encountered so far, Anikira was treating her nicely. That was, apart from her insecurities. But those were not going away any time soon. The smell of a fresh kill rushed to the femme's nostrils as she pranced toward the field of red flowers. Though the flowers were wilted with the cold, it was still much more appealing than the rest of the continent that was simply brown and boring. A dead red was better than no color at all, right? Ahri grinned childishly, enjoying her freedom and meandering toward the scent of blood. While she had already eaten, surely the smell was coming from the kill of another predator. Hopefully it would not be something that decided that she looked tasty as well. But that was not a concern for the white-furred femme. Instead, she just wanted to embrace her curiosity. What the arctic wolf stumbled across was slightly uncanny. Ahri halted abruptly, staring at the wolf before her. While there was blood on this wolf's muzzle from the rabbit that she was currently gorging herself on, the likeness was uncanny. Here was yet another white-furred, green-eyed female. She giggled quietly to herself. "Hi there!" she called in greeting, though the sanity inside her cautioned her not to walk any closer to the female while she was eating. she did not know whether or not this wolf was territorial or food aggressive, as some other wolves she'd encountered over the years had been. "You look just like me!" she giggled, slightly quieter than the yell to the femme before, but still loud enough for her to hear. "What is your name? I'm Ahri!" The lack of maturity in the female was unmistakable. Any sane, adult wolf would not have dared to approach another loner who was eating. But she was not what one would classify as completely sane. Instead, she had another wolf living inside her, who at the moment was clawing to get out. Uruviel had not been able to take control for quite some time, and Ahri was enjoying living her own life, however brief it may last. She wanted to be in control, and she wanted to do whatever she pleased until Uruviel managed to snap back out once more. Count | 578 words Muse | Alright. Tags | Meridian. Notes | This isn't the best, but it isn't bad either lol.

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[atrb=background,http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/8884/meritb.png] Under most circumstances, the mixed blood female would have looked upon the arctic wolf with hunger. Canine flesh sated her appetite better than any other prey. But as she lifted her head from the half eaten corpse, what started as a warning growl was swallowed up by a confused whine. Was she looking into a mirror? No, that couldn't be right. For one thing, Meridian didn't even know what a mirror was. But there stood a white wolf very much like herself. Green eyes stared in curiosity at this oddity that had dared to approach her. They locked on a green gaze just like her own, running over white fur and taking in the stocky build. Meridian herself was a bit leaner and a bit taller, but beyond that she and this... Ahri, matched. And the similarities didn't stop at looks. Meridian's own mind was just as twisted, if not more so. Maybe another wolf did not live inside her body, but the way she looked at the world was not natural. She saw what she wanted to, not what was there. And she had such delusions of grandeur that she thought she ruled the whole continent. But right now, little to none of that came into play. Sure the dragon fly danced on the edges of her vision. Its comforting presence never left her, even if it was nothing more than a figment of her imagination. But beyond that, she watched Ahri with the same childish innocence that had caused the stranger to approach her. Caution was for wolves smart enough to feel fear. All Meri felt was confusion. Pink tongue flickered from between her jaws, licking blood away from her lips as she took one, two, three steps closer to the bubbly female in front of her. Her head was tilted to one side slight, ears perked and eyes sparkling with that same curiosity. It seemed odd that her mind would create a hallucination so much in her likeness, which meant that Ahri must be real. Meridian did not stop until her nose was pressed firm against the other's, black leather on black leather, cold. "I'm Meridian," she returned, voice young and full of life. She held no fear, no shame, and no respect for the other's personal space as she tried to determined if this white femme was real. The question was, what was Ahri going to do about it?

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/ahrimid.png] Ahri obviously had no sense of self preservation. This became evident as the mirror-image female approached her, as if trying to determine whether she was there or not. This should have been an indication that something was up with this wolf, but it truly did not bother her. After all, not everyone encountered their body double at random wandering the continent. It was both intriguing and amusing to the young female. It seemed as if this wolf... Meridian, as she had introduced herself, was a lot like her. Wait, Meridian? The name struck a chord in the female. It was then that it clicked. Ahri giggled in excitement as she bounced back to her feet, her tongue lulling to the side of her mouth as she spoke rapidly. "So you're Meridian! I met your dad, he thought I was you! Now I understand because you look so much like me and I bet I might have done the same thing if I was him and I can't believe that there was really a reason for him to mistake me for you and this is so exciting but your dad kind of made me uncomfortable but maybe he is still around her if you would like to look for him so you can show him that you are really you and I am really me and not you!" The long, drawn out strand of words flew from the white female's mouth as she grinned shamelessly. "This is so exciting and I can't believe that you look just like me! This is really crazy and strange and why do you look so much like me?" the femme trailed into a question, her eyes twinkling with curiosity as she looked over the wolf. She was not too much older than Ahri, but upon closer inspection there were some differences between them. Ahri had to look up ever so slightly at Meridian, and there was a strange look in the other white wolf's eyes that should have scared her. Of course, being the overly curious, over-grown pup that she was, Ahri did not take the hint that maybe she was somewhere that she should not be. She was simply overwhelmed by the fact that she found someone who could pass as her twin sister. "I hope you had a good dinner because that looked really tasty," she rattled with a smile, oblivious to the fact that this was the third strange wolf in less than a week that she had approached without displaying even the slightest air of caution. She must have had a death wish, or there was also the possibility that Ahri was magnetically attracted to some of the most dangerous wolves on the continent. Whatever it was, she needed to figure out quickly that not everyone was as they seemed, or she would wind up getting herself killed. Instead, Ahri found herself glancing around aimlessly before the strong desire to play with this wolf came about her. She wanted to frolic and be playful, but would it be too soon to try to instigate play with someone she just met? The wolf found her tail wagging ever so slightly to the right, her playful mood trickling into her eyes and permeating her entire body. Right now, she did not care what was safe or right or wrong. She just wanted to play! Count | 568 words Muse | Good. Tags | Meridian. Notes | I don't know why, but this made me laugh.

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[atrb=background,http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/8884/meritb.png] Ahri really should have had the sense to worry. What were the odds of finding your doppelgänger happily roaming the same continent, causing mischief and trouble and even death? There was no doubt about it that Meridian was the evil twin, the dark force the wore Ahri's skin like a cloak. What was that old saying about seeing one's own doppelgänger, ones double, a complete stranger that could be your identical twin? Some believed it was an omen of death. With a sweet disposition such as the creature before her, there was no doubt about it which was bad news and who was the unfortunate victim. The very chatty female had no idea what sort of dark forces she was messing with, or what kind of emotions she was stirring up inside the twin. That dragonfly that always plagued her vision settled on her nose, causing Meridian to go cross-eyed as half pretended to listen. Beyond the words "your dad" not a single thing had registered in the demoness's mind. Listening had never been her strong point. "Don't wander off," "stay close to the dens," "listen to your brother..." Hah! It was quite possible the femme never once obeyed another's order in her life. Her body was slave only to her own twisted mind, and the look she settled upon the female before her was unsettling at best. "Which papa?" Those two little words were all she had to say in response to the ramblings of a too kind fae. Which father was it Ahri had encountered? Papa Exodus, the stoic brute whom had raised her? Or was it Papa Atreyu, her biological father and a menace to society. It could have been Papa Vorilye, the strangest looking of her four fathers (for his gold was much stranger than the silver mark that had graced Exodus's head). And finally there was Papa Chaos, the smallest of the males she had mistakenly took for father. All were quite intimidating in their own right, and all would have given this poor, sweet femme quite a fright. Whatever playful mood was gripping Ahri's soul, her little declaration had sent Meridian in the other direction. Ice had locked around her heart, anxiety and need coursing through her veins. "Which papa? Which papa!?" she practically yelled, advancing on Ahri with a new kind of fervor. There was nothing playful or kind in the desperate advance of the young she-wolf. The notion of her family always put Meridian in a strange sort of mood. Though she had been a detached pup, her adult self longed for the company that had once been a leisure and royalty. And when it came to fathers, her upbringing had been so twisted in that regard that she no longer knew which father she longed to see most or which one she truly loved. All she knew was that they were her fathers, and right now she wanted to know which of them missing her.

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/ahrimid.png] This wolf was obviously deranged. This became increasingly evident as her question of "which papa" rang in the air. Ahri simply stared at the wolf with confusion. What does she mean which papa? "Do you have more than one papa?" she inquired softly, curious to the female's answer. Obviously the male had addressed Meridian by name, so it was confusing to the white female exactly what Meridian was talking about. In fact, she was so lost that she did not notice the change in her demeanor until Meridian's shrill words snarled into her ears. Ahri's green eyes stared helplessly back at Meridian's as the wolf advanced on her. She did not know what to do! What is wrong with her? she thought in desperation, unable to logically sort out a course of action under duress. She had never been particularly good about making snap decision, particularly under pressure. She simply backed away with her tail tucked between her legs. "I don't know, Meridian, I don't know! He was big and black and mean looking and seemed very angry that I was not you!" she whined, her ears alert from the potential threat in front of her. "Please don't hurt me!" she begged, "I don't know which one it was! Big and black! Big and black!" The absolute terror seeped into Ahri's voice. How could she possibly get away from this deranged wolf? Furthermore, how could her father possibly have mistaken Ahri for his daughter? She may be a little bit frivolous, but Ahri did not have a mean bone in her body. She was just looking for friendship! She simply wanted to belong somewhere, and everyone she ran into was out to get her! How could she possibly make it anywhere in this world if every wolf she encountered was certifiably insane? "Stop right there, Meridian," the chillingly strong voice of Uruviel ripped from the white femme's muzzle. "You need to get a hold of yourself." The somewhat condescending, yet still motherly voice of the older female sternly scolded the wolf that was actually older than the body she, herself, occupied. "Do not do something that you will regret, my dear, because if I wind up dead, then you will not know where your papa is, now will you?" the femme warned with a smirk playing at her lips. This body seemed to get itself into all sorts of trouble. Truthfully, it got old trying to sort out all the messes, but it was always interesting to do so. While all she really wanted was to flee this bloody continent and find her way back to her family, she knew it was likely impossible. It had been years since she had seen them, and how could she possibly expect to find them in the vast world? "Now, we are going to talk about this civilly, and you are going to get a grip on yourself, alright? I have information that you want, and you are not going to get it if you get yourself all up in a knot," Uruviel snapped, demanding that the other white female cease her current behavior or she would withhold what she knew. "Now, I know more about the black wolf than little miss Ahri does. Would you like to know what I know, my dear?" Count | 561 words Muse | Good. Tags | Meridian. Notes | I think Uruviel's starting to get a little bit darker ;-;

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[atrb=background,http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/8884/meritb.png] Did she have more than one papa? What kind of ludicrous question was that?! Of course she had more than one papa! She wouldn't be asking which one if she hadn't. "Two... three, four? I don't know! Which papa?!" The words continued to fall in a frenzied state, body spurred on by paranoia. Not knowing who was looking for her sent chills down her spine. Someone was out there, searching, their target plainly her. Whether she wanted to be found was another matter entirely but right now she was fixated on the unknown. Until she knew who was looking for her, she would not be able to stand easy. Ahri moved back and Meridian pressed forward again, face dangerously close to the others. If her doppelgänger didn't start talking soon, the psychotic young femme had half a mind to start beating the answers out of her. It wouldn't be all that hard. A bite to the flank, some claws to the face... Ahri would talk eventually. She would talk or she would die. And if she died, well, the mixed blood wasn't exactly in a state of mind to understand those consequences. She would simply have to move on and find someone else who had encountered one of her fathers. It couldn't be that hard if he was looking for her. And she would forge a path of blood until she got some answers. "They're all big and black! Which PAPA!?" The words were screamed in Ahri's face, breath hot and sickly. It was on the heals of her battle cry that she lunged, desperate to sink her teeth into any flesh she could grab a hold of. The attack was uncoordinated, ungraceful, not like the usual lithe moments of a conditioned hunter. And whether she made her mark or not, the change in Ahri was just as noticeable as the change that had been in herself. That voice, it was different. It was cold and demanding, powerful. And, it did not have the desired effect this new Uruviel was hoping for. Crazy did not respond to reason. It only responded to more crazy and Uru's attempts to make her stand down were doing anything but working. In fact, they were further infuriating the young femme. Whatever it was Meridian would do, it would not be something she regretted. She didn't know how to regret. She did not know the difference between right and wrong nor that her behavior was so incredibly wrong or that attempted murder was sin. All she knew was that she wanted information about one of her fathers and she would stop at nothing to get it. "You're not the boss of me!" she snarled, tail held high and dominant. There was a crazed fury in her eyes, fueled on by the smirk on the other's lips. The issue of her father was no laughing matter. "Shut up! Shut up!" It was her own command, her own desire to show power and dominance. These lands were her's, all of them. She was the one who reigned supreme. And if some scrawny little white bitch who happened to look like her thought she could boss Meridian around, the femme had another thing coming. Meridian took orders from no one! No one but her own clouded judgement. And right now her conscious was telling her to get Ahri's information at all costs or to kill the girl while trying. "Which papa was it?!"

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/ahrimid.png] Uruviel smirked at the obviously deranged wolf. She would not allow the young one to frighten her; after all, she had the information that Meridian wanted, and while she was quite adamant about getting that information from Uruviel, she was going about it all wrong. She would have gotten her information eventually; it was just a matter of whether or not Uruviel wanted to satiate the wolf's hysteria. She psychotic in every sense of the word. Any regular life that the alpha female may have seen in Meridian's eyes before vanished as she grew angrier and angrier with the Arctic female. "Calm yourself, bitch!" she snapped angrily, finally growing frustrated with the white female's actions. "You shouldn't harass wolves that can help you, Meridian. Get a hold of yourself. Your behavior is absolutely repulsive... What would your mother say?" she bit out, the anger seething from every pore of the female's body. "Show some respect. Hold yourself to a higher standard than whatever the hell is messing with your head and come back to me." Her eyes leveled with the female, poised to vacate if the wolf would not return to the present. She would not satisfy Meridian if she would not calm down; that much she had already determined. Uruviel was smart enough to watch the female's body language and anticipated that the wolf would not, in fact, respond to anything she had to say. Years of dealing with others led her to distrust any and everyone. This wolf was no different, and she was not going to risk injury just because Ahri put them in a dangerous predicament. Meridian was advancing upon her, and she was not going to have any of it. Uruviel noticed the tensing in the wolf's muscles as she prepared to spring at Uru, and she easily dodged the wolf's attack. It would take a much more coordinated strike to injure her, particularly because the crazy female was so off her rocker that it was surprising she could even function to fight. Uruviel smirked at the wolf, almost goading another attack as she narrowed her eyes at the slightly larger wolf. "You're a fool, Meridian. Whatever is in your head, it can't be much different than what's in mine, now can it?" she taunted the female, playing a much different game. "I have someone else in my head. That pathetic wolf you were talking to a few minutes ago? She has nothing on me. I am lethal, dangerous, and have lived much more than you. And yet, I'm just as crazy as the rest of the world, am I not?" she laughed bitterly. Uruviel was growing irritable being in this pathetic body. She was much greater than this; after all, she was an alpha. This wolf was useless and a waste of her time. Ahri was not going anywhere fast, and Uruviel would have to do something to ensure that she was not stuck in this dead end body for the rest of her life. "You should learn something, Meridian. Attacking random wolves will not get you anywhere in life, although it might give you a one way ticket to the grave," she sneered, malice lacing her words as she spat in Meridian's direction. Count | 553 words Muse | Good. Tags | Meridian. Notes | Uh oh. Uru's pissed.