Darkness awaits [Open]

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Darkness engulfed him again, rolling him until he didn't know which way was up. He was at the seas command and there was nothing he can do about it. Kicking as much force as he could muster, but the surface seemed to be getting no closer. swallowing a mouthful of salt water the grey wolf burst from the surface, splattering for air, only for the towering of water to crash upon him again. Solo's body was wrecked, bruised and worn, noway could he continue this, so he did what was the most easiest thing to him. Giving up.

His draining body floated with the current of thrashing waves, but no longer did his lungs scream for air, no longer did his head ache, no longer was he alone. Eve was just like he remembered her, flowing grey fur with sparkling young green eyes, always full of hope and prosperity. Although she was just a drowning memory she lit up the sky for him, she was his world and forever she will be with him, till they will be together again before Frinta and Droano eyes. Solo never wanted to leave, he wanted to join Eve in the world which she had left for. Now his mind was no longer in thought, no longer could he feel pain. He was drifting into sleep he would never wake from, the last thing he saw before sleep took him was the rippling surface above him lighten up.

The Lear's eyes were glued together and took some time to open fully and when he did finally open, his blue iris contracted edmedetly to focus the blazing red sun that shone low in the sky. Before him lay miles of open sand and lashing water, licking his dry lips he pushed his long legs beneath him and hauled himself up, but once he was off the ground his stomach came up to greet him. The sour mix scared his throat and left a bitter feeling in his mouth. With a huff he slumped back down to the ground, feeling the soft whirl of water around his back legs and how it dragged his tail back. The corner of his eyes were blinded by black spots and his head was like a volcano about to erupt.
Why do you keep pushing me away from the world you have gone to, Eve? His lips murmured silently to himself.

His ears felt like they were going to pop and his eyes still stung from the salt spray that was being thrown from the small waves that lapped at his feet. His nose twisted side to side in vain, it always made him sad when he knew he was missing out on something big, like the smell of grass in the morning and the scent of a fresh carcass nearby, but he was quite glad he couldn't smell the stench next to him now.

Thirst clawed his throat and hunger gnawed his belly, and the need for life was stronger than the need to rest. Pushing himself up, his ears turned to the side as two noisy wolves were trotting toward him. As the grey wolf watched them like a hawk he took in every detail of them, there stocky bodys, short legs, purposely walk, aggressive frame, they were ready for action.

When they were close enough to be heard by Solo, they yelled out a aggressive growl Hey! You! What you doing on our beach! They approach with no resect and both were way more chunky than Solo, but they were short and both seemed a bit annoyed about this. I have simple washed up here Solo replied with calmness and confidently, he had no time for these types of wolves and his head still ached. But these wolves seemed to have no intention of backing down, as Solo watched one move a little to the side. Smart mouth, eh? Well we'll get that out of you after were done with ya! The smaller of the two replied with cockiness as he stood before Solo. Before Solo had the chance to turn the larger of the two was already behind him and lunged with surprise quickness for a fat wolf like him, sinking teeth into his soft flank. But when Solo turned to grab the wolf by the throat, he had already retreaded to a safe distance out of Solo's reach. Without him knowing the smaller one had lunched for his throat, he was slow but Solo was dizzy and still dissonanted so he only had time to raise himself a little out of the wolf jaws, only to connect with his chest. Within seconds he the attack was in full swing.

The attack only lasted for a few minutes, but two vs one was a different matter. Solo size was lighter, and they easily pinned him down. Solo was stuck and had no way out, since the bigger one now sat upon him, his large butt digging painfully into his ribs. Got him, Right Ricky? The large one asked his friend whos name was Ricky. They had all got a few scratches there and then and Solo had caught Ricky below the eye with his claw, and the wound was a angry red. Ricky seemed to ignore his partner. Now what to do with you, eh? He said bitterly into Solo brushed face Gord, you know what to do, we dont take kindly to intruders He addressed sharply, turning his head in pride, like he owned the place.

Throwing his head back into the sand and letting out a groan, Solo tryed to think of a way out of this. Gord, seemed to be quite stupid and followed every word from Ricky. Ricky on the other hand was as quick as a hare, his eyes never leaving his surroundings but he was much skinnier and had left all the fighting to Gord. Solo wasn't stupid, but still every time he replayed the situation in his head, each time he would either get another beating or worst getting killed. Gord shock himself, spraying salt water everywhere, then turned to Solo, a crimson smirk playing on the corners of his lips.

Muse:Not bad
Tags:Open, Atriell
Notes:Thought I would give the wolves names so I don't have to keep calling them big wolf small wolf xD

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Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand


I'queyer had provided her the most unusual opportunities in the past couple of days, and Atriell had intended to circle the expanse of shoreline just once more before she drifted elsewhere. She would find a part of the island where she could immerse herself in seclusion and eradicate the absurd yearning for company she was experiencing lately. Reclusion seemed the only approach that would exorcise her of the demons that had been plaguing her with night terrors and afternoon delusions. Judiciously, she had decided to head for the mountains, as they offered sanction in solitude. She just... wasn't ready to go yet. There had been so many... interesting encounters in I'queyer, and the longing in her heart became greedy for more. The details of said encounters were fading as quickly as the mingling scents which had filled the atmosphere they occurred in, but she grudgingly admitted that a few fragments had taken root in her memory. Fragments that, however unwilling she was to consciously think of them, remained regardless and appealed to the pining that threatened to overtake her rationality. Atriell couldn't allow the careful "serenity" she had constructed to collapse just because of a petty offer.

She had worked far too hard to regain her internal strength after the year and a half of hell she had burned in, and she wasn't about to lose it to the madness of feeling. Atriell wanted to indulge in the seeming peace of the waves just once more before she swept herself up in the cold of the mountains. She had always held an affinity with the ocean, and found that it countered her in its demeanor. Its erratic fabric often frayed, and the ever-changing waters were affected by its surroundings so strongly. There could be waves swirling on the surface powerful enough to destroy islands, and yet its depths could remain untouched. It was moody on the surface, but it was never really disturbed-- not deep down anyways. In contrast, stimuli went straight through Atriell without leaving impressions. They only marked her thoughts long enough to be swiftly calculated, and were then forgotten. Conversations were the same; she could fire off a detached reply just a moment after the words registered.

Under the calm waters of the she-wolf's exterior though, a storm threatened to capsize the lone island. Its foundation would crack and divide along the fault lines, causing either desecration, or a great shift in its essence. The mind that was so adept in its performance in certain areas was the same one that had severe deficiencies in others. She feared the emotional sectors of her psyche would topple her carefully constructed and well-maintained logical island she had marooned herself on. The logical facet had regained control once more though, at least for now. Being so deep in thought, she nearly failed to detect the heady scents of other wolves. She could discern three individual scents, but they were muddied. The metallic tang of blood washed over her senses only a moment after she had scented the wolves, and alarm lifted every filament of fur on her svelte form. The ruff of fur trailing her spine and nape bristled, and she mentally prepared herself for a fight.

There were hazy delineations of wolves not too far off, and although the wind was pulling their scents in her favor, she was sure to be spotted soon enough. Perhaps even the zephyrs would change their direction, as the wind seemed to be as fluctuating as the waters that thrashed before her. There were too sparse an amount of boulders to offer her sufficient cover, but the dunes of sand proved to be an effective way to make it back to the treeline and into safety. Her paw prints would soon cascade into the trailing wind, and if the direction of it was still in her favor, she'd escape undetected. Her hopes of a peaceful parting from the sea were dashed, and she wondered why fate never seemed to acknowledge her wishes. There seemed to be an added danger though, as the only dunes that could veil her presence led towards the wolves, and only when the dunes were in close proximity to them did they veer away. Atriell trotted hastily behind the first dune and peeked around, her sight seeking the second one. She continued this process in a stealthy jaunt that even a spy might envy. Usually she wasn't the type to skulk around in complete avoidance of wolves, but she was aware of her boundaries. Although her pride would be sacrificed, she knew that sometimes fleeing was the best option.

As she neared, their bodies were no longer muted by distance, and the situations became clear to her in a way that wrenched her heart with despicable pity. Two wolves hovered over another one held in a vice grip, and the conversation flooded her ears. It was brimming with murderous intentions, and the just side of Atriell couldn't allow this wolf to die in an unfair fight. She hated herself for it, and would eventually hate herself more afterwards, but she couldn't bring herself to leave this wolf to slaughter. Her logic yielded for instinct as she careered to the top of the sand dune and flung her body off its edge. While in the air, she aimed for the observably easier target. The blundering wolf by the name of Gord had been slower to react than his partner, and would eventually pay for his lack of vigilance with his life. Her accumulated momentum made up for her diminutive weight, and Gord had been knocked off his paws. His landing was harsh, and his head lurched back to reveal the vulnerable skin of his neck. A delicious satisfaction lit the blue fire in her eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, she seized the opportunity with surprising alacrity and lunged forward with jaws snapping and prepared to make a swift kill.

Her jaws met their intended mark as she buried her maw into the nape of his neck; although it was hardly an act of passion. This became more apparent as she tore into the ungodly male's nape, and was promptly greeted with a charming spray of crimson. Unearthing what she hoped to be his trachea through the layers of tissue that clearly did a poor job of protecting it, she punctured the wolf's windpipe. If he wouldn't have died of blood loss, his immediate undoing was caused by his partner. As she had internally dreaded, Ricky had been set on ripping her off of Gord. As he grabbed her by the scruff and yanked, Gord's windpipe tore with Ricky's pull. The force of tearing her away from Gord had built up, and she expediently released her hold in knowing. Atriell had relaxed her body and shifted her weight towards him instead of fighting his grasp, and her unexpecting adversary recoiled; having anticipated her resistance and not her malleability. His own body weight and built up power had caused him to fly backwards.

The two bodies landed a few feet away from each other, and the air rushed promptly out of her lungs; resulting in a gasp. A jolt of pain coursed through her as she was thrust into the sand, her cheek slamming into the shockingly dense ground. She hadn't had time to prepare herself for the landing, and her legs, which had been batting helplessly at the air as she fell couldn't have been positioned in a worse way. Her right front leg had unconsciously been tucked inwards, and the force of her dead weight succeeded in crushing her paw and ankle as her chest landed on the appendage that had folded under it. An audible snap resounded, and it took every bit of willpower to deny her adversary the pleasure of hearing her cry out in agony. At least one bone in her ankle and another in her paw were clearly broken, as she had landed on it and it had made a rather raucous indication, but even with her condition she had leapt to her paws. Adrenaline disjointed the pain that regaining her footing would have caused, and delayed it for just a moment before the impact of putting weight on her leg hit her full force. Excruciating pain shot through her appendage like electricity and forced her to stagger. Her face was contorted with a pained expression for a passing moment as a snarl of pain broke through her composure, and was replaced with the sheer determination of a warrior. With tail lashing and fangs bared in an impressive show of ferocity, a snarl ripped from the cavities of her chest and assaulted the air with its deafening reverberations.

Atriell no longer appeared as the refined, poised charmer of a she-wolf, or the pained one that had existed moments before, but instead took on the feral grace of a well-versed assassin. Calculations flashed behind her eyes but outwardly they held a look of deadly, insidious serenity. It was obvious that the untamed female contained prowess in the area, as her body spoke of confidence despite her blatant injury. She had ended the small male's existence using the power of surprise, and targeted him specifically for the reason that he wasn't constantly looking around like the other one had been. At a clear disadvantage because of her leg, she was inwardly scrambling for any options she still had. Atriell didn't dare attempt to rush her foe, as her leg would undoubtedly cripple under any weight put on it. She would have to wait for him to lunge for her, then hope instinct would allow her to react with a counter. Ricky wasn't without injury though, and had a deep gash running along his side. Her gaze broke from him for just a moment to flash towards a blood spattered boulder half-buried in the sand, and she assumed that was his impact site.

Still, his affliction did not impede movement as hers had, and although it was an impressive wound, it didn't hinder him like her injury did. The odds were against her, but weren't they always? There was a feral beauty that existed in her that hadn't been there just minutes before the fight had began. Although there was an undoubted conflagration blazing in her expression and in her heart, it was an eerily controlled fire she held when in battle. This male had little chance of felling her before he was at least fatally wounded, if not instantly killed, as she would fight with her dying breath to ensure that she dragged the wolf into the sand with her. Atriell was beginning to question why she had ever thought it alright to risk her life to save the castaway from certain death, as she wouldn't usually have exercised such selflessness. The adrenaline wouldn't allow the realization to sink in then, but the understanding aligned in her head that the broken bone(s) would spell death for her survival as a loner. The bone, if splinted would take at least a month to heal correctly, most likely more. She wouldn't allow the terror of this recognition to find her for now, and ignored just what this injury meant to her survival. Atriell had gotten herself into this all for the petty life of a washed-ashore castaway.

Perhaps she should have allowed him to succumb to the harsh reality of natural selection. Perhaps because of this favor, she would be the one succumbing to natural selection instead. The male rushed her, and she only just had time to prepare herself to fall as he sent her rolling. Inconveniently, she had ceased motion in a position where her underside was vulnerable and not her back. Tucking her head downwards to protect her neck was successful for but a moment as he pried her jaw back to lunge for her neck. Watching Ricky coil up as if he were a cobra preparing to strike, the realization that she was about to die stabbed her with a pain worse than any he could deliver. With the last of her energy, her gaze swept over to the wolf that she had protected pleadingly then burned holes into the males irises with a look so sharp, it appeared as if it could kill. A smile was branded onto her jaws, and for a moment her impending-murderer was unsettled. That moment of hesitation offered the wolf she had protected a chance to save her, but it was only one moment before Ricky brought his head forward to strike. Her optimism hoped the wolf would help her in time, but her logic readied her for death anyways. Death always wins, she told herself inwardly, and closed her eyes.


This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control


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words;; 2,158 words, not including the lyric excerpts on the top and bottom of the post from Waiting For the End by Linkin Park.
tagged;; @solo
musical inspiration(s);; Disturbed, Linkin Park, Soundgarden, Alice in Chains
muse;; Awesome, but now completely drained after writing it x)
notes;; This is beyond lengthy and rambling, and is probably the longest post I've ever done, so feel free to just skim through it. I tried taking some parts out but it all was kinda important to lead her up to helping Solo. Nice name choices by the way XD

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It was funny, just as Gord inched his scared face toward Solo's, his foul breath of rotting flesh creeping over his cheek, hitting his nose like a hammer. Solo's sky blue eyes studied the strange creature before him, his eyes searching for something in the bloodlust amber eyes that even a mole could tell was imaging the beautiful chaos that was soon to come. At that moment, the grey wolf wondered, properly like all who were staring death straight in the eyes. What was this all for? Why must we all suffer to live, but still have a impulse to keep going? The sun shone low in the sky, lighting up the clouds with crimson red and sickly orange. It always delighted Solo as a pup, wolf god story's and furiously fought battles where the good wolf always comes out best. The thought welled up inside him, was he the bad wolf, getting what he deserved by these two pathetic beings of wolves, it had been him who had washed up on their beach.

That thought had made it a little more bearable to just lay there and wait for the darkness to close its wings around him in a deathly hug, life is just a little more bearable when you know it's coming for you. Ricky had now turned his livid green eyes on Solo, lapping up the power that came when the blood of another wolf dripped from his chin. Solo's eyes fixed on Ricky's, both staring each other down, even though Solo had already lost, he wanted to make sure Ricky knew he was not afraid of what was going to happen to him, no matter how much it hurts.

As he searched for anything in those bright green eyes of Ricky, it reminded him of something he never wanted to forget but also didn't want to remember. Those eye's were just like Eve's, and with the thoughts of Eve came many more. But instead of the deep troubled past Solo had as a pup, came the sweet coated ones with Eve by his side, always laughing and making his sky blue eyes shine. Solo's eyes wondered from Ricky's, who took it as a sign of giving up and bellowed out in laughter Didn't take long did it, Gord? Ricky turned sharply to his companion, his sharp eyes scanning with laziness over his large friend. Lucky for Ricky, he had not noticed the femme charging down the dunes toward them.

In seconds Gord huge paws were off Solo's torn side. In seconds the femme was upon Gord's throat. His blue eyes were transfixed on this appalling scene,no longer was its Solo's blood staining the sand, but the leaking of Gord's wounded. Solo mouth gaped like a black hole as blood sprayed a short distance as the flash of white canines digged deeper into the veins and arteries, he had to admit, Solo would have never had the guts to kill without hesitation, without mercy. Ricky seemed to be as surprised and taken back as Solo was, but with his quick thinking he was upon the smaller, thinner wolf, fear and anger whirling like a storm in his eyes. Grabbing the wolf by the back of the neck, tugging with all his might in vain to get his friend back from the devil's jaws. Solo knew immediately that Gord was taking his last breath as the wolf let go of his nape, the stocky wolf's eyes blurred, looking out to the unseen.

Confusion started to developed inside his lost maze of thoughts, this wolf had just risked her life to save him, throwing her own neck out to stop his from being snapped in two. As he thought of it, he doubted he would ever have the courage or stupidity to risk his life for another wolf, for no apparent reason. Solo wasn't really the 'Prince Charming' that most femmes dreamed of, gleaming flowing fur, with noticeable but not full on battle scars to show for his courage. Neither was he 'Mr Perfect', his tall, thin body making him seem quiet ghostly looking, also including his grey pelt, with specks of brown and black on his back and on his hackles, was not built for fighting intention, neither for hunting. So what had this wolf seen in him to do this? He properly couldn't help this wolf in anyway, also he had no knowledge of herbs and medicine if she was saving him because she was hurt. Solo throw that thought aside, no wolf with a injury could of tackle a wolf much bigger than itself.

Solo forced himself to tear his eyes away from the now limp body. It was painful to lift himself up onto his elbows and was awkwardly slow compared to the fast moving action film before him. Blurry black spots dimmed his vision at the corners, pain stiffened his muscles making him slow and frail. The femme landed a lot more painfully than Ricky, the large crack sound coming from the wolf ankle proved it. The grey wolf was still in shock from the event of still being alive, his lower jaw hanging limp off the muscles as his eyes fixed on the two bodys stirring as if in sleep. There was no more hope as Ricky pushed himself to his feet, legs shaking under the pressure. The blood splattered rock behind him showed for his landing, making it hard to believe the rock wasn't bleeding itself.

This wolf had bought him time, precious time to escape and he was wasting each second lying here. Struggling to his feet he almost mimicked Ricky's movement, like identical twins they both shock with pain, knee banging against knee, spin twisting and turning to cope with the pressure of collapsing in on itself. When after a agonizing few seconds of unbearable pain, Solo was up, His body nothing compared to what the femmes looked like. An assassin waiting in the shadow for something to come walking by, an warrior standing to protect her pack. Solo almost felt jealous of her, she was the she-wolf here, she was here to supplement for both the brutes hunger and needs. This story was switching characters, he was the one suppose to save the femme from the dark jaws of the evil wolf. But still, who was he supposed to say, maybe he was the dark one of this story, or the she-wolf. What if the wolf was killing these two for fun and he was next? She looked the supreme fighter part and clever enough to right herself for battle, maybe not for landing though.

The femme stood a few feet away, he could tell she was struggling, each moment of gravity pulling her down seemed to wrench another ounce of strength from her body. The sharp intake of breath as her chest raised and fell behind her shoulders, the detail of her fur was just infront of him, that he could reach out and touch it with his nose. But then his angle was gone, Ricky now leapt and barreled into her, pressering his attack to the slights detail that he wasn't too soft that it wouldn't push her away, but not too hard that he would follow through. That's how clever a wolf can get, it made Solo's stomach twist uncomfortably, but now Ricky stood right infront of him. His long deep gash in his flank throbbing a angry red, more angry than the crimson red that now glowed all over the beach. This was his time to run, get out of here before Ricky turned his attention back to him, but something held Solo in his tracks. He could feel the nagging thought of someone watching him, turning his head over his shoulder toward the now disheveled looking wolf, he caught her eyes. They look just like his. He had never met a wolf with blue eyes too, all the grey wolves in his pack either had green, brown or orange. All this time he had felt alone, the odd one out, but as he stared into her eyes, he felt for the first time as if he belonged here, as if it wasn't a simple mistake he had washed up here, as if it was the story for him to take.

All Solo's fear seemed to be pushed aside, he felt like he was himself again, not the cowardly puppy called Adomas, who would sit at the forest edge, staring into the darkness, dreaming of the day when his mother would walk out of the mist like a ghost, with his real sibling not far behind, nipping and napping. But now he understood, you must not dwell on the past, neither worship the future, but cherish the present. Looking up now with new hope in his eyes, he searched Ricky. He was coiled back into a snake like position, fangs beared and claws digging into the sand. He looked unbalanced in the unnatural frame and was more into the attack than defence, His eyes burning with the fog of revenge, blinding him of all else but his next target. Without another second thought, Solo crouched his back legs, shuffled his frount paws a little and put as much force as he could into his charge. Springing up just as Ricky was about to go for the she-wolf neck, the thin grey wolf barreled shoulder first into the smaller wolf, of course Solo had no experience in fighting and his launched was too powerful that when Ricky went tumbling though the air that Solo followed through, landing heavily on his chest and injured shoulder. The tackle had sent spasm of pain though his whole body and it was starting to take shape as he landed on it, sending sand spewing everywhere. Ricky on the other had landed painfully into some low lying rocks that only poked out of the sand, landing flank first, his back arched back along with his head that snapped back. Ricky had been so unbalanced and unsuspecting that the blow seemed as if he was simply a leaf on the ground, sending him sliding along the rocks, blood trails following.

Solo shoulder had only landed inches from the low lying rocks, but as luck goes his head came crashing down onto them, his whole world spinning before him, causing a nasty deep gash above his eye. Adrenalin seemed to hide that fact from him, causeing the pain to be simply a annoying numb feeling. Scrambling to stand, Solo lurched forward, he was way too disorientate that he once again crashed to the ground. Taking a deep breath he managed to put his legs secured under him, taking his first shaky step toward Ricky's. His body looked limp, the only signs of life was the twitching on his paws.

Power welled into Solo like a water fall as he looked down into the broken face of the now unrecognizable wolf. Even though Solo had never killed another wolf in his life, it seemed to come naturally to him, where to aim for and how it would feel. A murderous smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, opening his jaws wide, he striked into his neck, welcoming the warm, iron tasted blood seeping into his mouth, coating him in pleasure. He could feel the slight push as Ricky tried in vain to push him off, sensing the spirit of him fading as his paws no longer pushed until they fell limp to the ground. He couldn't believe he had never thought of this, this was beyond anything he had ever done, it gave more of a rush than any running he could do, it cleared and fulled his mind at the same time, Insanity closed in around him and his prey.

Pulling back, his eyes were fixed on the now limp body before him, wide and hungry. Blood dripped down from his canines, running down his gum until it hung by one hair on his chin, trying to escape and finally dropping to the now red stained sand. Panting heavily, Solo turned his head over his shoulder, staring with unsure eyes at the she-wolf. Was he going insane? Was this just the start? Fear swelled inside him, did Ricky and Grod have a pack that they had to go back to? Were they simply scouts like Solo was, did they have beautiful mates with pups that they had to feed? An I the Monster?
Solo felt as if he had been standing there for years, just staring over his shoulder at the femme. A shaky sigh, that exhaled all in his lungs, he turned slowly towards her, each step seemed to take as much effort as the last. His legs shock from both exhaustion and fear, fear of himself and her. What was he doing? He couldn't help her? He had no idea of anything. Also he could just leave her here, run off, he guessed he wouldn't be able to hunt for awhile but he could just scavenge, living off scraps. A rumbling growl echoed up his throat at that thought, no he was a wolf, not some stupid jackle. Now he was just inches away from her, he could see the detail of her blood matted fur and the wondered of her eyes. He held her eyes, his head not moving in fear of breaking the line, his body taking nervous steps towards. We are even now He had said it before he could stop himself, but it was true, she had killed Gord and he had killed Ricky, neither of them would be here due to the other. Except that she could of just walked off and not saved him, other than that they were even.

You have release the monster inside
You are not the only one who is going to pay

Word:2354
Muse:Super happy!!! Longest post I've ever done, but does long mean quality. Completely drained and cold is starting to kick in xD
Notes:This, This is the longest post i have ever done! In the shortest time!

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With every breath and every intake
Tip-toe further away


Atriell had fallen unconscious from shock, possibly as a defense mechanism so she wouldn't have to experience the agony she expected to precede her death. As wakefulness stirred in her battle-ravaged body, perplexity bound her in a choke hold. The anguish she had expected to paralyze every cell in her body didn't come, and her anticipated death failed to arrive. She was so ready. So ready that, if given a choice, she would've promptly chosen her own demise. The she-wolf didn't want to have to feel any more pain, or have to pretend like she was alright on the outside when her world was falling around her on the inside. She thought it was the only escape from the thoughts and memories that would destroy her and the loneliness that had been devouring her in slow mastications. With a defeated sigh of hopelessness, she shut her eyes tighter, thinking maybe that Death was just a little late and it hadn't eradicated her consciousness yet. The glow of the fervent, ruddy sunset spilled from the sky and penetrated her eyelids, urging her to ease their contraction. Her eyelids flashed open, and her pupils dilated furiously, attempting to take in the scene playing out before her. Black splotches painted her view and as they threatened to overtake her vision completely, she found herself gasping for air, and for understanding. Her brain endeavored to decipher what had happened between the time she fell into blackness and the moment she awakened. 

Despite her former resolution to fight with every breath she had left, she had given up and ran away into the atramentous vastness of unconsciousness. Now, she was painfully aware of just how alive she was. The throes wracking her dilapidated figure reminded her fiercely of this fact. It seemed the pain would never stop reminding her of the fact of her existence, and she wondered if it might be a better idea to end her existence before one of the two brawling males could. It'd be a last laugh right in Death's face. To show that she was in charge of her own destiny, that she wouldn't be so completely controlled by Death's frigid grasp. The thought passed though, as she recalled that those she had lost would give anything to have another day alive. Every time she contemplated destroying herself, she remembered the happiness she felt running through sunlit fields with her brother and father. Atriell would let the culmination of her life consist predominantly of anguish if she could have just one more flicker of overwhelming joy. How she missed its warm effervescence and the way it filled every crevice and cavity in her chest and doused her mind with fervency. She needed one more moment of this complete and ephemeral happiness before she could allow herself to finally be taken under the crushing weight of agony. 

Her vision soon came to focus, settling on the war the males were waging. Such a display of strength and prowess would've enraptured her if it weren't a battle to the death and merely a spar, as she wasn't particularly fond of witnessing any more death than she already had. She did what she had to do to help this male, and she refused to question her decision to take a life. She'd drive herself insane if she did. Atriell couldn't allow the wolf to die. The last shred of compassion she held for other wolves wouldn't let him. She had seen wolves wash ashore before, and each one had fought a never-ending and agonizing battle with the waves. The wolfess knew without really knowing that this wolf had been through so much just from getting to the island, and by assumption, the reason he had left very well could have been a harsher experience than the waves. He had fought and survived the treachery and misery the ocean, often a cruel mistress, had brought him, so how could she let him be buried under the flurry of claws and teeth of much more insignificant foes? How could she let him survive the tumultuous waves, only to have his life taken by two greed-driven fools in an unfair fight? 

She couldn't. It would have been wrong of her to stand by and simply witness a senseless death of an innocent. However, she nearly paid with her life because of her pity, and it still seemed a significant possibility that she still might pay for her lapse of logic in the moments to come, or the weeks to come. She could very well die of starvation if she couldn't keep weight on her leg long enough to hunt for herself. And how could she know for sure that the surviving wolf wouldn't simply finish her off? Helplessly she peered at the two wolves as they tried with all of their might to right themselves. They both had landed mercilessly on the rocks, but surprisingly enough, the underdog had regained his footing before Ricky had. Now it was her turn. 

Labored breaths writhed in her lungs, and her heart was palpitating so fast it felt as if it was hammering against the walls of her rib cage and would soon explode out of her chest. Her eyes were bright with pain and her ears were ringing relentlessly in vibrant lines of ear-splitting noise. Every bone, every string of muscle that pulled taut as she fought gravity had protested, pleaded, and implored her to sway and swoon back into the granules of sand. Her will-power was admirable in that moment, as the heaving and bloodied she-wolf compelled each appendage to tense, which seemed more like pillars of stone, to propel herself to her paws. Atriell rose from the earth as if she were taking her first paw steps once more, and found that each leg except one acted as she had bade. Forcing her left foreleg to straighten was out of the question, and even the idea of applying pressure to the appendage was even more outrageous. She stood, however; even though stood was used in the loosest of terms, she mimicked the action of standing. Muscles trembled and her surroundings dipped and whorled in heated rebellion of her movements. The crackling in the peripherals of her vision heightened and swarmed in her gaze, the blackness spiking treacherously from the margins of her sight. Her vision re calibrated decently just in time to see the carnage play out before her, though it dipped in and out of vertigo. 

I didn't think he'd had it in him, she mused, watching the male's transformation. He had seemed so defenseless and unassuming at the beginning of the confrontation that she didn't think he could even fathom killing his attackers. He had seemed in full acceptance of his impending fate. The crimson spattered wolf advanced towards Ricky and his face had contorted into a mimicry of the murderous intent she had seen earlier in Ricky's gaze. Hell, it was probably kindred to her own glassy, refracting glitter of bloodlust she held in her ice-eyes when she had ended Gord. The sight of the four wolves fighting was nothing less than a blood bath, and the rocks seemed as if they would forever be stained with the sanguine fluid. Crimson gore served as evidence of the sins that had resulted in more sin; the first act of violence setting forth an uncontrollable and unforeseeable chain of events. Blood lacquered each wolf's fur, and an uncomfortable spatter of the crimson rendered every hair of her pelt slick with red. It seemed the place would be hallowed ground by the time the four were finished with it, or rather, two it seemed, and forever marked by the crimes that had occurred there. Yes, it seemed they were the two remaining. Ricky was no more. Atriell could only stare ahead as his shrieking viridian eyes emptied themselves of their light and his body drained itself of his lifeblood. 

His blood pooled around him in an oozing coagulation, an intriguing shade of maroon that seeped over the edge of the boulder and splayed over the sand. He had gurgled once more in a sick serenade and was then overcome with the kind of shrouded silence only associated with death. Her eyes clouded dismissively just as his had clouded with death. The now nameless wolf stared distantly into the waves, as if he were still searching. At least he has a pleasant view, she joked morbidly, as she was trying to bury their faces from memory and strip them of their names to prevent her getting attached to their lives; or lack there of. She reasoned that they had deserved their deaths because of their senseless cruelty and averted her gaze finally from the duo now frozen in time. It seemed as if she had been burning holes into their beady, taxidermied eyes and studying their cadaverous frames for eternity. She had entered the fray as a defender of justice, and would walk away in victory; for she had won her life and had secured the surviving male's life in the process. 


Atriell had then discerned the uncertainty in his eyes as she met his acknowledgment. A look that was all too familiar to her. She knew that her eyes must have mirrored his own each time she had taken a life. It was the look that one held when they flew over the precipice of insanity and somehow returned. It was the look one had after they had unearthed the demons in the fringes of their psyche and felt what it was like to be a slave to instinct. She had killed only when she absolutely had to in accordance to self defense or her slightly skewed morals. Wraith had been the first, and there were two loners that followed. They were both devoid of merciful intentions, and were the kind of wolves that, if they were breathing, they would continue fighting. She couldn't take the chance of succumbing to their brutal determination. In the first circumstance, Atriell had prey that the other wolf had seen and wanted, and she had attempted to veer away from the ensuing fight through civilized negotiation. The wolf would have none of it. She was a scrawny thing, but she had been surprisingly vicious in her onslaught. Atriell had only acted in defense. 

The other wolf was also a she-wolf, and Ell had entered on the she-wolf's self-imposed territory. It held no marker or any other indications of ownership, and it was clearly the loner female's delusions that led her to believe she owned any piece of the loner land. She had immediately backed off from the other loner and apologized for her "trespass," but this loner too had insisted on a fight. Killing Gord had been her second offensive fight, along with Wraith. In her mind, both deserved it; one more so than the other, however. Gord hadn't been a direct threat to her, nor had he affected her quite like Wraith had. She didn't think any wolf could impact her as horribly as Wraith had. Meeting his oddly large, azure eyes, she blinked softly and almost wanted to release a sigh of her own. "It gets easier." She stated flatly, although there were notes of solemnity and sympathy in the undertones of her voice. Aware of a faint growl emanating from the male, the she-wolf tensed and braced herself for an attack. Defensive animosity flashed onto her expression, and a low, reverberating warning growl filled the cavity of her chest and vibrated in the air. Her glassy, ice blue eyes were merciless and piercing, hoping that if she appeared intimidating he wouldn't ignite another altercation. She wasn't sure she would come out alive from it. 

Her body couldn't handle another fight, and the fact that she was standing without the help of one leg and after a battle like the one she had experienced was a miracle in itself. Her demeanor changed in an instant. She was still filled with the ferocity of adrenaline, and if this male got too close she would snap. If her logic had been completely intact, she would have had the perception to see he wasn't going to kill her, but her instinct still held control of her mind and she wasn't going to take any chances. However, with every passing moment the ache and agony of her wounds grew stronger as the adrenaline began to leave her body. Her vision swam with stars and dizzying arrays of black, inky dots as her foundation swayed slightly. “Even? Hardly. I see no reason why I  should even let you live.” She retorted half-heartedly, as if she still had the ability to do any damage to the wolf before her. It’d be nearly comical to see her attempt to kill him, and knowing this made her mind burn with intense aggravation. She had little to no control over this situation, and her pride was in shards. “I saved your piteous existence, and I have nothing more than broken bones and blood to show for it.” Her blue eyes had dulled in exhaustion and anguish, and she didn't even bother a fierce expression to accompany her harsh comments. One would be able to tell that she wouldn't execute her threats even if she had the ability to. All of her energy had been spent, and she was desperately trying to hold onto any adrenaline she had left so exhaustion wouldn't set in as quickly. 


“I didn't ask you to save me.” Atriell commented tersely. She refused to acknowledge the purposeful look of desperation she had shot the male while she was under the vice grip of Ricky. Instead she attempted to reconstruct the shattered fragments of her pride. She felt endlessly vulnerable, and when she felt outwardly weak, she became irate in the best case scenario and would attack in the worst. Atriell over-compensated for her physical weakness by attempting to show her dominance, having emphasized coldly that she had been the one to save him. "I'm about to turn my back on you," she informed him rather bluntly, and continued in a venomously sweet voice, "if you even attempt to hurt me, you'll be dead before you could figure out what hit you." Atriell leered at him with a caveat in her eyes, adding in a lighter tone, "I'm cleaning my wounds in the ocean. If you value the continuation of your life I suggest you do the same before you leave, as the salt in the water will ward off bacteria as well as burn like hell. I'd personally prefer the burn over an agonizing death by infection, but maybe that's just me." Glancing at him, a smirk toyed at the corners of her jaw. "It'd be a waste to have my bones broken because of you just to have you die from infection." 

She was clearly not in the mood to feign politeness, which was evident by her characteristic brutal honesty and callous tone. With her other recent encounters she had been normal in the foggiest sense of the word, as she had remained characteristically civil and poised throughout. This circumstance was unusual in that she hadn't bothered to put up as structurally sound a facade as she had in most other cases. Really she was just covering up that she was continuing to help him through using hostility and the excuse that she would have been wounded for no reason if she didn't continue to help him. Turning her back on him, as she said she would, she by some miracle was able to limp pain-stakingly into the salty waves. The salt-filled air alone had been irritating to her wounds, and just as she submerged herself the sensation of her body being on fire overtook her. A snarl escaped her jaws as her back arched in torment and her eyes slammed shut. It seemed like eternity had passed, but the burn slowly ebbed into a throbbing, pulsating pain. Wincing slightly, she shakily limped out of the shallow water and with a heaving sigh mixed with both relief and distress, she thought angrily, I should have just gone to the mountains and not have stayed by the ocean any longer. Now I can't even go two steps without falling all over myself. 

...What have I gotten myself into?




Further away from this mistake
I'm no savior, I'm no saint

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words;; 2,791 words, not including the lyric excerpts on the top and bottom of the post from Mirrors by Envy on the Coast.
tagged;; @solo
musical inspiration(s);; Mirrors by Envy on the Coast, Dear Ms. Leading by The Dear Hunter, Oblivion by 30 Seconds to Mars, Night of the Hunter by 30 Seconds to Mars, Hurricane by 30 Seconds to Mars, The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars, Attack by 30 Seconds to Mars, Million Dollar Houses (The Painter) by Pierce the Veil, My Own Summer (Shove It) by Deftones, Becoming the Bull by Atreyu, Bleeding is a Luxury by Atreyu, Savior by Rise Against, Chop Suey! by System of a Down, Love me Dead by Ludo, and Let's Kill Tonight by Panic! At the Disco.
muse;; Surprisingly great!
notes;; Oh, Atriell, always the charmer xD She'll warm up to Solo soon haha. 

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Her eyes, they were like ice with the sun gleaming it's life giving rays through it, shining its glory on all. But glory wasn't really what they were telling him now, they were more like his when the sea brutality won over him, crushing his spirit into nothing. Giving up. But even though they showed how things were getting worse and worse, he wanted to stare at them all day, like the temptation of the devil, he was being pulled in. Hope was lost as they slowly closed into a sleep that seemed as if she would never wake, blood from her wound making her look like she was already a carcass, already scavenged by crows and other rooting meat dwelling animals. Taking a deep breath, the pain that came felt like it was scarring the inside of his lungs, making him wince in pain. He needed to save her, he would never live with himself if he didn't, he was trying to have a new start. Pain made itself very clear that it wasn't going to leave no matter how much adrenaline flowed through his veins, no matter hoe much he tried to forget it.

As he had leap through the air at Ricky, it had reminded him of the first day he had been scouting. The vision came clear and flawless, reminding him of one of the biggest mistakes he has made in his life. That day the pack had been trailing a herd of reindeer, or caribou as most of the pack called them. The alpha, Conron, told Solo to scout out infrount, or Adomas as he was called then. It had been his first hunting trip with the pack and he didn't want to disappoint them, so as he came to the herd, who were quiet annoyed since it was summer, and with the warm weather came the flying blood-sucking insects. Just one caribou spooked and the whole herd were on the move, Solo had been afraid he would loss them if he ran back to the pack, so with lust for the fine sight of so much prey, he ran after them. The deer were a lot more clumsy on the rocky ground of the Tundra and Solo soon caught up, but they had long distance on their side so Solo knew he had to signal one out quickly. As the herd started to split into two, the strong and healthy at the front group and the weak and young in the back group, making it so much easier for the grey wolf to single one out. As luck goes the herd was now pinned up ageist a rock cliff, which plummeted down into a rush water river, Solo finally had luck on his side as he started to press the prey into panic, the familiar calls of the pack were simply a cry in the wind, he was going to bring the meat him. Closing on a young caribou who now had a wolf on one side and a cliff on the other, Solo leapt at the poor yearling just as it made its choice, with quick thinking the young caribou leapt off the cliff, free falling for a few seconds before hitting the water below with bone crunching impact. Solo snapped at empty air, his eyes snapping open just to see him stumbling forward from the momentum of the leap, the rocks crumbled below him and with that he fell heels over head down into the river below, a outrageous howl following his descent. After that he washed up down stream and was found a few days later by the pack, Solo had got quite a beating from Conron for losing that herd. Solo never forgot that day a caribou outsmarted him.

Snapping back from the past, pain seemed to soon overwhelm the thoughts of his pack. Sand now sprayed into his eyes as he slammed into the ground, his head throbbing like it would soon threaten the explode. The deep gash above his eye continued to bleed, sending blood pooling into his eyes, forcing his to close his left eye, the irritation just driving forward toward Ricky. Confusion again griped him, was he born to be like this, ever confused about who he really was, was he a cold hearted killer like he felt like now, or was this just because the opportunity showed its face to him. Was he a loser, a quieter, giving up on everything, everyone. He defiantly felt like that just moments ago, lying in the sand waiting for death to close onto him. Was he a shy wolf, like how he felt with Eve, her shy character seemed to have brushed onto his, even though they had only been together for a short time.

Power was something you can't just have and then let go off, it is a drug, taking hold of the mind and making it want to crave more until it soon withers and  dies of its own hunger. Solo's eyes craved that hunger, craving the feeling of knowledge and wisdom. No wolf can fight it, no wolf can resist it. Ricky's. Power was now his, nothing could take that away. His eyes wondered to the now standing she-wolf, it surprised Solo and now as she was in plain view he could see how bad her injuries were, her paw held high. Turning his head he looked down at his own body, his back blood matted with punctured marks from where Gord jade got him on the flank, ripping the skin from the muscle. Now he felt no guilt to seeing their wrecked body's, they had deserved what was coming to them, even if it meant, if they do, pups starve and leave mates widows. Dark thoughts came though Solo's mind, causing him to smirk. He never thought of what he throughthought of other wolves, like what he thought of Femmes, or brutes. Eve came back to his mind, her beautiful glossy red pelt just in reach. But instead of begging for her to stay, Solo turned his back on her, pushing her out of his mind. She is the past, no more shall she haunt his thoughts and dreams, no more shall he see her. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw in his mind Eve mouth moving, as if she was trying to say something, but no sound came to his ears.

Flickering open his eyes, Solo stumbled back a little in shock. The ground below him was stained with deep red, sticky and gloopy. Swallowing hard Solo tried to keep his last meal in, he wasn't afraid or disturbed by blood and gore, it just wasn't something you see every day, especially that it was wolf blood. What were they going to do now? They couldn't just leave the bodys here for scavengers to gorge themselves, could they? Even though Solo had pushed Eve out of his mind didn't mean she was gone, the memory of her dead cold body came back, lifeless green eyes. Solo choked on his breath, spluttering he cleared the saliva that had traveled down his air way, he really needed to stop thinking about her before he kills himself. Turning back to the she-wolf, he searched her face for any reaction toward him, was she afraid of him? Was she angry with him? Her body betrayed that she was ready herself for anything he tried, he had to admit she was much more determined than him at everything. Her tone when she said it irritated him, as if this was a game and as you get older everything seems to become familiar. Gets easier? You having a laugh! He snapped back, fear was clear in his voice, he more sounded like a scared pup than a full grown grey wolf, teeth beared and nose wrinkled. His accent was quiet different to hers, more holding onto the endings and missing out a few letters. Taking his eyes away he looked back down at the ground, hiding his teeth again he said in a quiet voice. Sorry, i didn't- I mean- I mean you no harm, its just-... He was finding it hard to find the words he needed, she had saved his life and he was snapping at her, he wanted to say more but he doesn't know her so he bite his tongue. Now he looked like a foul, all the adrenaline was now out of his system or sneaking around ready to spring back out and pain was now filling his mind, making it difficult to hear her and concentrate. He could scent her eyes drilling into him, making him feel even worse. Yeah! Feel bad for yourself! Its you fault that these two wolves have died today and you and this female are injured, she might die if she doesn't see a shaman soon! Yes, you should feel very bad Just what he needs, his mind yelling at him, first sign of insanity

Her tone as she spoke to him make him feel small and pathetic, she was showing her dominance over him. This wasn't really what Solo was expecting from a wolf he just saved from another jaws, she was showing him no respect and it wasn't really what he was wanting in this situation and moment, since he still has the hunger for power flowing though his mind. But the grey wolf pushed it off his shoulders, he needed this wolf as a friend and didn't want to get off the wrong paw, maybe they could help each other through the turf times ahead with there injuries. At that thought Solo turned and looked down at himself, his flank was missing a huge chunk from where Gord had ripped into him, yes they deserved it. As The female gave him sharp threats and comments he now understood why she was doing this, she was proud of herself. Solo nearly laughed out loud, of cause he had little pride in himself, his had been broken more times than he could count so there was no point having any if it keeps getting trampled on. It was defiantly being trampled on by this wolf, she seemed to keep saying that he was just a piece of flesh and it was a mistake to have saved him, well she isn't very nice.

But she had asked him to save her, hadn't she? That look over at him at that moment Ricky was about to strike. Solo gave the female a playful glance, flashing her a tooth grin, sure he was no charmer but to him she was starting to sound like Conron, do this do that, don't do this, is she afraid of him? Solo saw this as a time to show himself off, walking right up to her, he brushed by, his fur just touching hers and passed into the sea, totally ignoring erasure warning about how much this could hurt. Piff, I know what infection is He said sourly back, leaping into the sea. He was very glad to leave behind the gore and blood and welcomed the cold, sothi- Pain! Solo breath came is short, hard gasps as pain sneered like fire on his cuts and gashes. Ahhh! Solo came rushing back toward Artiell just as she was starting to enter the water, sprays of salt water everywhere, the water was acting like snow, slowing him down and just as he got close to getting out of the fire salt water, he slipped and tumbled head over heels into the water, now his face felt like it was on fire. Coming up spluttering, flashes of the night before in the sea came before his eyes, quickly Solo got up and half leapt, half run back to the shore, sea weed still perched on top of his head. Sulking deeply Solo looked like a fed up pup, who had just been pushed into the river and was being laughed at, this wasn't the first time. The only good thing was that his eyes were clean of blood but are now bright red from the salt, What had he got himself into now?

What's your name? Solo asked blankly, huffing out air and blowing a strand of sea weed that cover one eye. Solo looked more stupid than a bear stuck up a tree, and he guessed that now this femme knew he wouldn't be killing her any time soon, even with her back turned. Solo offered a small grin, and closed his eyes shut to make him look less menacing. Maybe now this femme will stop calling out to the world she made the biggest mistake by saving him, and it wasn't for nothing but blood and broken bones.

A miracle is something that seems impossible
But happens anyway

Words:2941
Notes:I thought I would make him have personality changes so that he is a little more open hearted towards Artiell, and make him do something that would make him look stupid and make her feel good because she doesn't look stupid. Also I didn't know what go write about so I just did flash backs.
Tags:@atriell
Muse:Did it in a day xD so there are quiet a lot of mistakes

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It's hopeless, the end will come and wash it all away
Forsaken, I live for those I lost along the way


Atriell was caught off guard by his sudden display of aggression. Her voice had been neutral when she had spoken, and by her tone she had even shown sympathy for him. Should've known better than to try sympathizing with a drowned rat, she hissed inwardly, referring to what must've been a pleasant swim in the ocean. Her whole body went ablaze with severe rancor. A throaty growl emanated harshly from her, and her bloodied pelt bristled with malice. She was about to ask him who the hell he thought he was, getting angry with her, but the formation of words on her tongue had been intervened. A broken sentence reached her ears and drew her from her venomous thoughts, and choppy attempts at speaking stuttered from the castaway. Is he trying to apologize?, she queried resentfully, and leered at him coldly. Curtly, and without her usual eloquence she snapped, "whatever"; leaving his apology to rot and letting her fur lie evenly at his appeasement.

Atriell was very nonchalant when it came to speaking on life and death, considering she felt her own life had little meaning. Of course, this wolf must not be so casual when talking about the matter. She had witnessed death so many times that she no longer avoided it, and instead waited with bated breath for it to happen again. She had grown so accustomed to death that she expected it and was prepared for it at any moment. Watching a wolf die almost didn't phase her anymore. Having seen the conquering of two packs and having all but one member of her family die, it became so that she had formed the ability to detach herself from the occurrence of death. Her life was barely a life at all to her, and she was as good as dead, in her mind. She merely lived in anticipation of when she was going to drop dead. Sometimes she even fantasized about it. Her state of being alive wasn't self-motivated; it was motivated by her family who had died.

Atriell wasn't living, she was existing. She had no purpose, and had no one and nothing to add beauty to her existence. She had no one except the males she occasionally shared her body with and the loners she shared idle conversation with. Atriell couldn't think of a time where she had company similar to the kind of company she had now. Passing her scrutinizing acknowledgment over the male, she studied him with her frigid stare. The she-wolf had never been in a situation quite like this one before, and she definitely had never saved a wolf before. She wasn't exactly the hero type, to put it lightly, as she wished to preserve her existence above all else. She had to; for her mother and father. Helping this male was a near anomaly for her, especially when she inherently knew that she would be hurt in the process. Her survival had always come before others' survival for her, so why had it been different this time?

Ell had showed compassion for the first time in a long time, but she didn't like to recognize she had any compassion left at all, as the thought disquieted her. Compassion led to bonds, and any kind of bond would inevitably be severed at one point or another. Atriell couldn't cope with another burned bridge. She couldn't handle getting close to another wolf like she had when she was younger. They had either left her, or died. Either outcome was a very real possibility in any relationship, and she wouldn't take the risk of ending up alone and hurt. Her face had contorted in confusion just as a smile toyed at the corners of the castaway's mouth and broadened into a toothy grin. He was smiling knowingly at her comment, about not asking to be saved, and she half-wished she hadn't been saved just so he wouldn't push her plea for help in her face. Atriell had a growing temptation to take the risk of engaging him in a fight, as her patience had dwindled to be nearly non-existent.

As if this wasn't bad enough, he had the nerve to invade her personal space. A livid snarl tore through the air as he brushed past her, and she whirled around to lunge for him as best she could on three paws. Her self control hadn't failed her however, and she warned him instead of actually attempting an assault. With her jaws parted, she snapped them shut just inches from his cheek in a metallic clip of teeth. "Watch it! I'm in no state to be able to act civil with you. Testing my patience right now is a very bad idea." Atriell had burned into him a darkly-lit stare; a sinister calignosity snaking insidiously as one of the inky, hateful emotions swirling in her eyes. It was clear that her composure wasn't intact as it almost always was, and she was still grappling for dominance over the blood lust she had nearly drowned in.

The tumultuous, primal places of her mind thirsted at the chance to tear the throat out of a deserving whelp; a wolf who knew no civility and no justice. A part of her relished the death rattle ringing in her ears of the mutt she felled, a mutt who knew no bounds and no kindness. The vigilante in her had protected and caused the pathetic excuse for a wolf to choke on his own tainted blood. The vigilante had enjoyed it. Atriell had never taken pleasure in the kill, not before this. The pleasure it gave her to see the blazing pyre of life in Gord's eyes ebb and the cognizance drain from his expression shook her to the bone. What has come over me?, she questioned herself, and noticed a growing dread that was causing her skin to crawl. She had always despised those that killed without reason, those that were devoid of fairness or respect, but never had she taken such enjoyment from the action of killing these wolves. Atriell didn't like to kill, albeit one fearful exception.

Perhaps it was because her mental state had been teetering on the precipice of insanity as of late; perhaps she needed to descend into the darkness of primal instinct once more to find the light of calm civility. The night she had broken down by the ocean was the beginning of her recent instability, and ever since she had been losing the control she had been clutching so tightly. The tighter she held onto it, and the deeper she sunk her fangs, she found that it only evaded her that much more. Emotional equilibrium had become next to impossible for her to maintain, and she had taken out all of her pent up inner turmoil and the torment her nightmares brought her onto Gord. He had felt every bit of self-hatred, every frustration, every violent temptation she had always felt and had previously been able to suppress. It was more than just needing to release her anger, however. The look in the pair's eyes had triggered a treacherous, raging lust for revenge within her.

She had only seen the duo's merciless apathy for another life in one other wolf. The wolf she had just slaughtered, and the other wolf she had aided in killing blurred into the image of said wolf. Wraith... The revenant that haunted her dreams at night and engraved into her the endless, insane Cheshire smile and dirty eyes the color of dried blood. That face would never leave her, nor would the flashbacks that would cruelly transport her back to every time he had ever tormented her, and every death she had ever been a witness to. Ricky's and Gord's eyes had appraised her with the same heartless expression Wraith had. Their disrespect for life had drawn out the grudge that had been so deeply ingrained in her mind and propelled her into a blind, instinctual rage. Atriell was afraid of what she would have done to Gord if Ricky had not torn her writhing, ravenous frame from him. She knew, deep down, that she would've torn him limb from limb, given half a chance.

She had never gotten the chance to make Wraith feel the suffering, the isolation, the pure agony he made her existence, and the inability to escape it. If she had the opportunity, she would've caused him the suffering he had caused her. However, she still hadn't had the opportunity to release all the hatred; to have the catharsis she so badly needed. There was something dark skulking silently in her soul that sought utter and complete revenge against Wraith. She didn't have the time to make Wraith feel every ounce of utter despair he had brought her. His raucous struggle would have alerted the rest of his lowly, brain-washed followers, and out of fear of the consequences should they aid Atriell, they would have killed her. She had been forced to make a swift, silent kill. There had been three instances where she had had a chance to confront her demons, the first with killing Wraith, the second in a dream she had only a few nights prior to the present, and the last with Gord's death.

Each time she had been ripped away before she could fully come to terms with the sick longing for vengeance she held. The recent unearthing of these demons made her mentally unstable, and nurtured the hate dwelling deep within the caverns of her psyche. Atriell had marked herself as a hypocrite through her actions; flinging herself with teeth bared and claws flashing into battle to save a male from an unfair death when she herself had given Gord the same unfair death. She had unfairly taken all of her brewing, percolating hatred she had for Wraith, and projected the hatred unto Gord. Realizing this shrouded her in a dense layer of guilt, and the anger gave way under the weight of this guilt. Sombering, she snorted at the male, feeling her own stinging pain from the salt. "Good for you," she retorted in a half-pained, half-sardonic tone and watched between choked heaves of pain in undisguised mirth as he experienced just how painful the sensation was.

Having returned to the sand, her eyebrow lifted in subtle intrigue, taking quiet pleasure from the wolf making a fool out of himself. As he, while still looking like a fool, asked her name, she immediately mentally withdrew her increasingly agreeable nature to revert to her distrustful state. Even if he answered she wasn't planning on sharing her title with him; as was the way with her. "Who's asking?" She replied levelly, and limped painfully towards the corpse of Gord. In an act of remorse, she had searched the sand for two seashells and carried them clumsily in her jaws. The body had its eyes fixed on the burning orange sun as it made its descent in the sky in a trail of flame. The firmament was blood red, and she found it eerily ironic given the situation. Its effervescence passed its acknowledgment over her slightly damp fur and turned it to a russet-gold hue.

Meticulously she placed the seashells over each eye and gave a subtle dip of her head, driven by silent guilt. She didn't do the same for Ricky, as he was not her kill and thus she didn't rue his death. Her left foreleg had been rendered useless, and dangled in suspension. Atriell's other wounds included a shallow gash along her side and puncture wounds where Ricky had pulled at her scruff. Those had been the worst of her injuries, and minor injuries included bruises, a thin cut tracing her cheek from when it had slammed into the ground, and other shallow cuts from where Gord had clawed helplessly at her legs and stomach. It was easier to assess the damage now that she was no longer coated in her adversary's blood, and now she could discern how badly she was bleeding.

Warmth still pooled from her neck, and fixing her gaze upon her chest, she noted two separate trails of crimson running from either side of her neck. The flow of it hadn't been as unrelenting as her other wound, however. The gash on her flank had began welling with blood immediately after she had left the waves, and she could feel the wound hemorrhage. Her vital fluids streamed down the length of her hind appendage and gushed like a tributary into the crevices of her toes and pooling around her paw. Soreness had already begun to set in, and the pain was only slightly less than unbearable. It seemed she couldn't afford to stand idly while her muscles stiffened and her blood ran thick. She had to make a decision on how to proceed, and make it fast.

Suddenly, the dread that had crept into her made sense. She was unconsciously aware of how limited her options were, and the one that was nearest to guaranteeing her survival was the one she wanted least. Feeling her throat begin to constrict in panic, her heart seemed to be thrashing in her chest and hysteria threatened to overflow from her mind into her appearance. Trying to calm herself so Solo wouldn't see her torso heaving and her fur on end, she clamped her eyelids closed and transported herself into self-imposed reverie. The image of her father and brother immediately came to mind, cavorting jovially in the meadow nearby the pack's dens. Hyperion and her had reverted to the juvenile versions of themselves, and the family's eyes shone with happiness.

When she was in that field, she didn't think the happiness would ever end... She couldn't have foreseen that her life would take the turns it had, to end up as the broken life she lived now. Atriell would've given anything to go back to that ephemeral, fleeting moment of bliss. Even if for an hour. The images in her head had begun contorting and perverting, just as they had in her nightmares before. Except she wasn't dreaming this time. Her and Hyperion had returned to their adult frames, and her father's frame had grown weary with old age with only a time lapse of a moment. They were suddenly surrounded by wolves, and the unmistakable midnight figure of her nightmares propelled himself on his hinds, coming down full force on her father's exposed torso.

The audible cracks of his ribs could be heard, and only a moment passed before Wraith tore the life out of him. Her eyes flew open just as the images of conquering and death flashed behind her eyelids; images of pain and deceit, all happening within packs. Atriell's eyes had brimmed with tears, but she choked them back and made sure her stance was facing away from the blue-eyed stare of the wolf abaft her frame. No, no, no, no! I can't join a pack. I can't. It'll all just happen over and over again... Atriell was scared of packs. That was the undeniable truth. She was scared that if she were integrated into one and grew close to others that they would all die. And why shouldn't she be scared? She had seen so many examples of death while living in repeatedly conquered packs that she expected life in one to be the same as it was with the other packs.

These notions had been branded into her head, and ever since she had finally escaped from Wraith's hold, she associated pack-life with torment. But she knew she had no other choice. She couldn't see any other way to survive, staying with the wolf beside her in order to survive would be like the blind leading the blind, or rather, the injured leading the nearly-crippled. Of course, she wouldn't be permanently crippled if she could have her leg healed properly, and she doubted the male knew much about herbs. She knew only the basics; nothing that would fix a broken bone. Atriell needed a Shaman. And to find a Shaman as quickly as possible, she'd have to seek out a pack. She knew of no loners with an affinity for herbs, and the only pack that came to mind was the one a stranger had mentioned but a few nights ago... What was the name of it? She was finding it increasingly hard to think with the sudden dread and lightness that overcame her, and she had begun to felt faint. Fear wrapped around her like vines and seemed to pull downwards. The sensation of gravity became stronger as she felt her body quiver and waver on its foundations once more.

Her head grew airy, potentially from blood loss, and the spots overran her vision, drawing her into a fearful blindness. She could no longer hear as the world around her went dark, but she felt herself falling and braced herself for impact. Before her consciousness surceased, she endeavored in vain to pull herself away from the darkness. If she fainted, the wolf could still take the opportunity to kill her, no matter just how nonthreatening he made himself appear. The darkness won over her a moment after, and she sank into unconsciousness. However, cognizance returned to her after what had seemed like eternity to her, but really only a minute lapsed between her falling to the sand and waking up once more. A soft breath of relief meandered like a whisper from her lips, and with strength returning to her, she knew that she had to go to the pack... Descai, it was called.

Whether this wolf would be accompanying her or not had no bearing on her own decision. Thankfully, she hadn't landed on her dilapidated leg again, and Atriell struggled to her paws. Not even acknowledging that she had just passed out, the she-wolf choked out an, "I'm leaving." Swishing her plume of a tail dismissively, she had already begun loping pitifully towards the treeline where she'd eventually reach Kamari if she traveled through the open plains of Chamoru. "Good luck," she called back, and tried to bury the apprehension she felt with the knowledge of where she was heading towards, or rather, staggering towards. She could only hope that the alpha would recognize her. Her pelt wasn't as bloodied, with no fur ripped out, and her appearance hadn't changed besides the injuries.

But what if he wouldn't take her in because she was injured? What if he relinquished his offer and killed her on the spot? From what she faintly remembered, he was immense in size, and she couldn't put up a fight in the state she was in. Staring resolutely ahead, her eyes hard and callous with determination, she used all of her will-power not to look over her shoulder at the male that she had saved, and in turn, had saved her. Atriell half-wished he would follow her. She nearly wished that she wouldn't have to be the only one shouldering the burden of traversing the large expanse of land that lay ahead. From prior experience, the plains seemed to have stretched on into eternity, even without injury and in perfect health. She knew that crossing the terra would prove the second largest challenge she had faced in months; the first being the decision to join a pack.


And I can't remember how it all began to break
You suffer, I live to fight and die another day

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words;; 3,306 words, not including the lyric excerpts on the top and bottom of the post from Fade Away by Breaking Benjamin.
tagged;; @solo
musical inspiration(s);; Nothing specific.
muse;; It fluctuated a lot since I wrote this on and off over two days. I broke the record again for the longest post I've ever written xD
notes;; You'll have to have Solo stop her in her tracks or something of the sort, and insist on going with her and whatnot haha. Maybe your next post could be the last, and we'll assume she grudgingly accepted? From there I could start a new thread in Kamari and I'll just have her talk about traveling through Chamoru Plains. OR I can try and get one of the staff to just move this thread into Chamoru Plains as Atriell and Solo move, then when they near Kamari we can start the joining thread.

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From the moment he said it, he regretted it. Her retort hung in the air, haunting him. Not much the women's man are you? His mind sneered, making sure to be heard in this moment. Her growl echoed through his head, but he didn't return it, he had already dug a deep hole and didn't want to go any further. Solo hung in the air along with her comeback, staring out into the distance plains. He knew his only hope was this femme, she must know this place much better than him and must know more of where he is and what they must do. We? Ha, there is no we He had already guessed this wolf pride would take over responsibly, blinding her of what he could do for her, it almost made him sad as he searched her angry form for some sort of forgiveness, but found nothing.

As Solo looked back at his uneventful puphood, he blamed most of his bullying and isolation on some made up middleness disease. As he thought of it now he must of sound quiet the nutter to the rest of his new siblings, causing him to almost bellow out in laughter. Stupidity and ignorance was something he wished would come back, making him completely blind to the abuse being thrown in his face, making it so easy to forget. No, he was a full grown grey wolf and he had to face his own problems now, not wait for the adults to come and split them up. It was hard to feel it with all the blood and gore still covering his face and body but a notch of his ear was missing, it was easy to remember how that happened. It had been a few days after the pups had been on there day hunting and the pack was restless for the pup had messed up the hunt and now all had grumbling bellys and uneasy tempers, Adomas as he was called then saw it as I time to piss off his older brother, if you could say he was his brother but Adomas never saw them as family, for his own had been killed or driven out of the pack. It hadn't ended well for Adomas, for a way to piss off a large young wolf is to make him look weak, and by doing that Adomas got himself into a lot of trouble. His brother turned on him the moment Adomas mentioned his brothers crush on another she-wolf who was being trained for being a hunter, Solo remembered well the large teeth closing in on him, sizing his ear and shaking it as if it was a mouse. At first the adults had ignored them, thinking it was just a ruff play fight, but things started to get nasty what Solo's brother got to his throat and they had to be split up. Solo mind sneered at him, Never one thing, lad? Never one thing

Solo shuffled on his feet, his flank hurt each time his moved his back legs and the bruises and cuts on his face hurt each time he made a expression. He had to admit, he wasn't much of a fighter. He had simply used surprise and force to get to Ricky, no cunning or skills, it was just by luck that the rocks were there to break Ricky's fall. Glancing over at the body made him continue to think, continue to doubt himself in every way possible, to continue damping his spirit of fire. He really needed to see a shaman, not only for physical treatment, but also mental treatment. Solo serially doubted his sanity when it came to things like Why are we all here on this earth? Why must we all die and be reborn? What does death even mean? and all thatcrap Well he guessed Ricky and Gord already know that question.

A memory of Eve came back to his mind, encircling him in happy/sad moments of his life that was worth remembering, but along with the memory came pain, a rippling affect of shivers took hold of his body, sizing his muscles and bones, causing cramps and stitches. A soft whine of relief escaped his lips as the spasm let go of its hold, why must he relive the most precious times of his life in agony? Shaking his head Solo snarled at the ground, all his life after Eve had died, he has been running, running where? He didn't know but he guessed he must of run far enough away now. His muscles ached to stop, to just stop for a second, he had been running for days and the short, unconscious sleep he had last night wasn't really a stop..

Only then did Solo realized this wolf hadn't questioned him, not like why he was here, but his appearance. Of course he had noticed her staring at his eyes, either it was that they were blue or that they were a little larger than the normal wolf. Either way she had said nothing, or was just making up harsh comebacks in her mind, any way she had not said anything about it and it was something that Solo took great sensitivity in, for he can not change his appearance, unless he got his eye clawed out, not a happy thought.

Touchy touchy, has she got a temper. Even though her growl echoed through him and would of sent shivers of fear down him if he didn't know that she wasn't going to hurt him, but her sudden out lash just drove him on. Giving her a sideways look, trying to make it look as cheeky as possible . Solo gave a bark of laughter as her jaws snapped inches from his cheek, Is that a challenge? He said with arrogance in his voice, of course that was only for show, Solo never thought of himself greater than others, even if it was the tiniest of wolves, never did he underestimate one. As he walked by, Solo wished his tail in her direction, just the tips touching her leg. Is he or is he not still a pup at heart.

Killing someone? When Solo was a pup he guess he had never thought this would happen to his life, just a rubbish, pointless life that like all others must end. Solo never liked ends, it was like saying at the end of a branch there is nothing else, just nothing, but of course there always is something there, like the branch branching into two more, or a flower blooming on its end. All have a end, but mabye this is not where his ends, maybe this wolf will take all over this land and show him its wonders and miracles. A wolf can dream. But none of his dreams had ever come true, he hasn't found a real friend yet, he hasn't found the right girl yet, he hasn't found the right pack yet, what will he ever find?

Not the best of humor either. This wolf seemed to see nothing, hadn't she seen him bellow out in pain? Didn't she like that? Not a single note of laughter had rung out of her mouth, tuff crowd he had today. First impressions of the wolf was that she needs no ones help, well the type that doesn't have many friends. But still Solo wasn't put off by her short temper and lack of good humor, in fact he wanted to change this wolf, change her for the better and maybe they could be friends. Standing up, Solo shook his pelt of the stinging salt water and the seaweed that hung on his head. Heartless Bitch Solo muttered under his breath with a acid tone that didn't really sound like him. She seemed to have no real emotion toward him, if that was a good thing or bad he didn't know. He just hoped she had enough decently to take him where ever she goes, he very much doubted he would last long in this unfamiliar territory.

Who's asking? Im asking! This wolf is difficult! What does this wolf have to hide? They had both just killed a wolf each and there was nothing they could do now but get over it. Solo glanced down at his chest, it was flowing blood from when Ricky had tried in vain to get him off, the blood flowed down, dripping further into his thick pelt. All his other wounds were either thin cuts that only went though the skin or just bruises from when Ricky and Gord had started beating him up. The wound that was effecting him the most was his ripped out flank, the skin that held his back leg to hid body was now starting to scab and his body wasn't doing a very good job of it, the scab pulled away each time he moved and yellow puss was trickling out. The sea had done good job of cleaning it up. But now all his former glory was gone and was now replaced by gashes and lashes all over him, he more looked like a old warrior with many battle scars, prey maybe the fallen villain, banished to a life of exile and isolation, left to rut under the blanket, forgotten.

Now as Solo thought about it, he was hilariously out matched to other wolves, he is weak, thin and not one bit of fat hung from his bones. He really, really needed to become something, like a warrior. The though brought shivers of joy up the brutes legs, his brothers, if you could call them his brothers, had become warriors, fed well, looked after well. On the other hand, Solo had been pushed into becoming the new scout, low beneficial job that gets little respect and little reward. He only had a few skills in hunting and that's it, but maybe he could learn, learn like he had seen his siblings with the lead warrior. Maybe he was still of use and could get into a pack with this femme help and they could help train him into something new, something that can look after itself and actually help a pack survive. He wants to be useful.

His eyes settled upon the she-wolf as she came back with seashells, What's she doing now? Is this like a tradition? Solo still had quiet a lot to learn about this place. Watching with wonder as she placed the shells on Gord's lifeless eyes, he didn't know why but it just caused him to like this wolf even more. First he had thought she was a cold hearted killer, but now he saw that there was more, he just needed to look. He guessed he should do what she does, but either his own twist. Trotting down the beach he scanned the ground for the muscles shells that he and the pack would look for if they ever traveled down to the beach. Picking them delicately from the rocks, he carefully opened them, hunger took over and soon he gobbled down the salty flesh. Laying one half on his forehead, for his mind. One on his heart, for love. One on his heel of his back leg, for strength. Last one on his right eye, for forgiveness. A smile pulled at the ends of Solo's lips, he felt a little better now for he had seen this before for one of the packs members, but instead of shells with red juices, said to help the spirit along its way to Tor and Furis.

Solo tilted his head to one side, watching the body of Ricky, he wondered if this femme would think of his work. Turning her looked over at the mystery she-wolf, from the moment he looked at her he know something was wrong, her body seemed to quiver slightly, just so subtly that if he looked away he might just miss it . He wondered if she was Ok, taking a few cautious steps toward the wolf his gaze fell over her many scars and gashes. Suddenly everything happened so quickly, the she-wolf leaned to one side and fell like a rotting tree, sand flow up as she hit the ground. Solo missed a breath as he came right up to her, Hey! Hey, wake up! He yelled at her, panic swelled up inside him, if this wolf dies, he will properly follow soon. Nervously he started to paw at the sand before her, muttering he nudged her side.

Then she just got up like nothing happened, she weak and breathing heavily but words he had been dreading came from her lips. Leaving But she had said I, not we. Solo swallowed the dread that that followed as she started to run away, What had he done wrong? The brutes eyes followed her, his blue eyes full of sadness, she hadn't even looked back. Good luck my ass, Im dead without you! He yelled after her, pausing for a second to debated weather to go or not. She seemed to know where she was going and he guessed she was heading to a pack, did he want to join a pack? Was he ready yet? After a few seconds Solo snarled at himself and took a few stumbles forward before getting in the rhythm and was soon lopeing after her.

Running is Solo's life, it kept him sane, it kept him fit, it kept him out of trouble or brought him to trouble. Pained sneered into him, but that was keeping him from thinking, thinking about all he had left behind, his pack, his home. Solo soon caught up with Atriell, he offered a side way grin before concentrating back on the ground before him. He stumbled a few times but always caught himself again, he hoped this wolf knew where she was going because if they didn't find anything, they are both dead meat.

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Muse:Sorry it took so long and that it's so bad Dx
Tags: @atriell