Broken Soul; Bloody Sorrows [open]

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    Anger. Anger was burning in her veins and taking control of the young she-wolf. The day was bright, green grasses rolling in front of her as the gentle caress of the cool wind ruffled their tips and tempted them to dance. Had she been in her right mind, the beautiful female would have found this day to be extremely magnificent. The sun was shining just right, turning her fur to silver and making everything shimmer. She would have pranced, just enjoying the wind in her fur and the sun on her back...but alas, she was not in her right mind. She had begun to think of that fateful day again, the day her father murdered her family and left her on her own. The sound of his footsteps rang in her head like alarm bells, the smell of her brother's blood clogged her senses and made her gag.

    She was walking in a straight line, seemingly normal while this storm was brewing in her mind getting ready to break lose and wreak havoc on the land in front of her. One paw in front of the other. One, two, three. Forget it. Walk. Don't stop, one paw in front of the other. One, two... She stopped. Mid step, paw still raised to take another step forward, frozen like ice and just as still. Three seconds passed, then four, then eight. 

    Like a slingshot she bolted from her stillness into a full pelt. It was so unexpected she frightened three rabbits and a wandering moose. It was like something cracked inside of her, and that's exactly what it was. This side of Lunari wanted nothing but bloodshed. Kill. Kill. Kill. KILL. She tore after the rabbit first, pinned it to the ground and ripped it limb from limb. The moment it stopped struggling she ran from its body, leaving it broken and mangled and took off after the moose. She caught up with lightening speed and jumped on its back, ignoring tossing horns and kicking hooves. She bit into it's thick hide and tore flesh. She continued on her rampage until it finally managed to throw her off. She landed hard, the wind pushed from her body in a violent huff. 

    The world went black, then red, and fell back to black. One paw in front of the other. One, two, three. Don't think just keep walking. One paw in front of the other. One, two...Her paws stopped moving, she still lay on her side, the sun shining down turning her fur to silver still. She really would have loved this day had she been in her right mind, but instead her breathing slowed as her body fell unconscious.  


OOC:// Hey guys~~ incase any of you were afraid to bring your char in, when she wakes up she wont try to kill anyone she wont remember her anger and she'll be normal. probably a little defensive but not violent XD

[Roka]

Roka couldn't get over the beauty of this place, this new and uncharted territory. She had only encountered a few wolves in her small time here, none of them really making her want to endure their company. The rolling hills and abundant prey made her miss her tundra more then ever. The snowy taiga that had been her home for almost her entire life was lost to her. Her beautiful winter coat had fallen out soon after arriving in this place, the climate to extreme for her tastes. Her now coarse summer coat was present making her grit her teeth in frustration. She hadn't lost her winter coat in almost a lifetime, making her more irritable. She hated all of this change. Lost all my fur, stuck in this hot place, during breeding season of all the times. She abhorred the breeding season, seeing it as nothing more than an instinctual bane on her existence. She had ever given herself over to such demands to reproduce, and she had no plans to. Yet there was something so alluring about losing oneself to that primal drive. Every year it got harder and harder to ignore the instincts pulsing through her, harder to say no to the need for a family. Horrible little beasts. sucking the life right out of me. Wrong blood, bad idea. Most of the time she was able to cool herself down with the realization that any pups that came from such a rash breeding would more likely than not result in mutts. The thought disgusted her. Her land put so much pride in blood that it would bring Roka shame to give birth to such beasts. Roka bristled at the thought before continuing on her trek. It had been awhile since she had landed on the island. Her weight had been regained and she was no longer the ravenous dog that had been shipwrecked. The prey here was hearty and full of good meat to sustain her.

She remembered her first meal. How the lone male had been kind enough to give him a morsel her had caught. Roka had thought his compassion weak, but after spending time with the male, she came to realize he was not weak at all. Though he was disabled he was strong. The rabbit he had offered had left her satisfied and well pleased with her meal. It was another rabbit that she was after on this particular day. The scent had left her mouth watering and before she could stop herself she began to slink through the sweet grass towards the smell. There was other prey close by, prey that was probably larger, but she couldn't help wanting the rabbit. She was almost upon it when another wolf sprang forward tearing the rabbit to shreds. She was startled at first at the amount of brutality the wolf used to tear into her prey. The blood lust was evident in the femme's eyes. Roka watched warily as the female finished the meal, but became angered at the fact that this loner had stolen her prey of choice. She had been wanting that rabbit, yet this female seemed to need nothing more than something to calm herself. She could have found other prey, found other ways to drain her energy. That was mine! She continued to watch the other female as she seemed to move away before collapsing into unconsciousness. Roka pressed closer sniffing the downed female looking for some source of injury. Perhaps the rabbit killed. Would serve her right for stealing my rabbit. The female had been acting a little irrationally. She is probably just rabid. She will no doubt be out of her mind soon. Roka considered snapping the female's neck while she was down, putting her out of her misery, but she didn't want to touch the female for fear of the disease. "Dirty.", Roka mumbled searching the femme for signs of life.

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    It wasn't long before the female's nose twitched and the scent of a stranger rushed through her senses. Her ears pricked but she made no sudden movements after that, casting out her other senses to see how far away the other way and if she was a threat. A few moments passed and Lunari concluded that the she-wolf was very close, but she did not know if this wolf was friend or foe. She opened her eyes slowly and turned her head in the direction of the other, her ears flicking in a slight warning as he fur bristled along the edges. "Who are you?" She whispered moving her body in a half circle away from the other. She didn't shove her power onto the other, nor did she form any bigger threat then a simple warning. Her fear-scent was medium high, as all she remember was walking through these hills and then....nothing. She scented blood, but she quickly concluded it was neither her's not the others. She must have done some hunting and caught a rabbit. "Is this your territory?" She directed all her attention to Roka and simply felt the female out. 

    She seems...different from anyone i've met. She thought as he looked the other over. Her coat was silver and grey, and though she was smaller then Lunari herself she felt a power resonating from the other. Not just physical, but a mental strength that Lunari didn't understand. What are you talking about Lunari? You've never even met anyone outside of your family. She shook her head at that forgetting for a moment the female in front of her before she resumed her previous state of mind and set to waiting for the other to respond. 


OOC:// I am so sorry for the late response....school and sickness got in the way. I am terribly sorry. 

[Roka]

Roka watched as the female seemed to waken. Her eyes were the last to open and she seemed agitated by her closeness. Roka back up a few steps when she smelt the fear coming off the other femme. Although the female was larger than Roka she was afraid of the silver grey she-wolf. No doubt it is my scar. Roka's ears twitched up when the female asked for her name, however timidly. "Name Roka", she replied before nodding her head in the other femme's direction. Roka noticed the fur beginning to bristle on the female, causing her own to bristle in response. If this she-wolf was rabid then she would be on edge, unable to control her compulsion to bite. Roka had seen it time and again, the dogs in the villages near her old home would come home with a bite and turn sour. It wasn't long before the humans would come out of their homes seeking the source of the madness. It was an evil sickness that controlled the brain in ways that Roka couldn't begin to fathom. All she knew was that she didn't want to contract it. A disease such as that would be deadly to such a closed off population as this. The devastation would be unavoidable and overwhelming to the small grouping of wolves. There would be no escape. At least none for the beasts that ran in packs. Perhaps it would even find the miserable creature Xion, whom she had recently encountered, and choke the life out of her. Roka was grimly satisfied to think about the black devil's death. She was nothing but a scourge on this earth, no better than a cowardly dog the way she hurt and killed things for no other reason than to satisfy a blood lust. To watch the abomination become infected with such a horrible disease would see Roka nothing more than pleased.

The female rattled off another question, something about territory. Territory was a relative term for land owned by a pack of wolves, as if they were gods come to claim the earth. Roka didn't believe in territory. Whether the earth had been created by some greater being or just simply was, Roka knew not, but she chose to put her faith in the fact that the earth could never be conquered. The wildness that she had been drawn to as a young she-wolf was not able to be claimed by any mere mortal. No creature great or small could extinguish such majesty found in the wilds. Roka chuckled to herself. This is mine, this land is all mine. To roam for the res of my days. She looked around her at the grassy hills, that seemed to thrive in this warmer climate. She had always loved her snowy tundra, the expansive taiga that she had called her own, but there was something to be said about this patch of an island. There was something here that appealed to Roka's wilder side. Perhaps it was the fact that man didn't dwell here, or even the simple look of the place. Whatever it was Roka planned to enjoy whatever life had for her here. "No I am a landless roamer. I claim no place as home, but travel where the wind carries me." Roka herself was a newcomer to this island, but this wolf seemed even more confused about her surroundings and how she had gotten her. There was an odd gleam in her eye as if she was assessing Roka, but she couldn't place it. Yup. She is definitely rabid. Roka concluded with one last sweep of her gaze. The fact that the femme was so ill at ease made Roka a little nervous herself. The only time someone was so scared of a stranger was when they were running from something. "What chase you?"