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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img507/2426/centerfh.png] He was blind. Blind to everything except what was in front of him. He was deaf. Deaf to everything except his own thoughts. He was unfeeling. Stripped of every emotion he had felt yesterday and replaced with only one expression. Footfalls were heavy as he trotted along the valley in the Tia’Deli Mountain range. His youthful and fit form jolted with every step he took because with every step he made sure to force his paw into the earth, rake his claws against the terrain beneath him as if that would somehow expel the choking anger from his body. His body was rigid and the tension rolled off of him like high tide; drowning everything that was misfortunate enough to be in his way. A permanent scowl was fixed upon his otherwise handsome features. Through gritted teeth he swore to himself aloud, “She. Will. Pay!” He had lusted for her and she abandoned him once more. It was an act of betrayal that needed to feel the wrath of his swelling anger. Though when the time would come, those emerald eyes would halt him in his tracks, her feigned innocence would melt him, and her whimper would burn him, deep, in a place that he should not burn for her. She was none other than Meridian; daughter of the former Alpha of Salen Denali, and bastard child of what would be the Beta of Salen Atreyu…and the full-blooded sister of Kodiak Black, heir to a pack that no longer existed. Since the siblings found one another at the shore of Ia’gha Lake in the neighboring territory, the two shared kisses that lingered a little too long, and words of devotion that should be saved for lovers. Meridian was known for her aimless wandering, that much Kodiak had known. What he did not expect was for her to wander so far away, in the middle of the night creeping away like nothing they had shared meant anything to her! Kodiak felt cheated and betrayed, and he was looking for the unfortunate soul that happened to cross his path. “If I get my paws on that bitch…” he growled at the thought. What Meridian did not know was going to hurt her. She thought her brother was a sweet gentleman because of the way he treated her while they were together. What she did not know was what kind of monster he could turn into since their father infected his heart and mind with his ways. Meri did not know what he had done to little females such as her for lesser offenses against him than the one she had caused. For the past hour, burnished gold eyes were alternating between the expanse of terrain that still lay ahead of him and the vultures circling just above the valley. For the first time in weeks he felt hungry and wanted to fill his stomach. His manic moods often left Kodi either gorged or empty because he was too busy fulfilling other desires. There was a caribou carcass lying in the scrub brush that covered a good portion of this mountain range. Large birds circled around the carrion pulling off chunks of cured flesh. Kodiak’s presence was enough to send the vultures bounding away from the caribou. A good portion of the carcass had already been eaten by other scavengers, but there was still enough good meat left that Kodiak chanced staying put for longer than a moment to pee. The young wolf was not sure what had caused the caribou to die, and at this moment he did not care to ponder such miniscule ideas. They were irrelevant to the instinct to protect what was left against stubborn vultures, lingering coyotes, and other larger predators that were not above scavenging from a perfectly good meal. ***** words: six thirty-three. muse level: high. notes: angry kodi...oohh...

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His life seemed to be rapidly changing before his very eyes, without much reasoning for it. He had met with another of his kind, a wolf, for the first time in many seasons. Their meeting had not gone smoothly, exactly, but at least he had not killed her. Switchblade did not know how he would have reacted had he caused harm toward the innocent she-wolf. He might have caused a few minor injuries, physically or mentally, but they were not anything near life threatening. It came as a shock to the delusional scarlet canine that the female he had met was actually real flesh and blood. In a way, it frightened him. Meeting her had shown him just how vulnerable he really was. He was incapable of deciphering between reality and hallucinations. His fractured and warped mind could not wrap around the fact that there were others in this world, that not everything he saw was fake, and even as the whispers in his head continued to echo, urging him to hurt and to destroy, he found himself incapable of telling if they were actually his own thoughts, or legit voices inside his head. Was he crazy? Or was he evil? Could he be both?

Nonsense, I'm neither of those! I'm... I'm just... unstable. With a grunt, the lithe male shook himself, wrinkling his nose against the female's faint scent that still seemed to cling to every fiber of his being. It could, of course, be his imagination, or maybe her scent still lingered on him even though he had tried his hardest to avoid any sort of contact with her. At the moment, he could not even remember her name. He just knew that she had been white as snow, the same color pelt as his first hallucination. It had been startling to see that she was real because of that fact. Even now, he found himself doubting her existence. Maybe he himself did not even exist! "Come, now, Switchblade, thou art surely driving yourself mad!" The beast shook himself again, snorting as the voice entered his harks which had before been pinned neatly against his skull but were now strained forward toward the source of the vocals. It was the white wolf, not the "real" one, but the fake one he had seen so many moons ago. He whimpered softly, tempted to bound toward her, to seek comfort in her presence, but by now he knew better. Any time that he tried to touch her, she faded away into nothing.

Yelping bitterly, warm breath causing a misty cloud to form before his muzzle, the young tyke turned away from the kindly figure and bolted in the other direction, his delusional mind set only on getting away from the haunting she-wolf that stalked his very existence, something of which he wasn't even sure existed anymore. So trapped was he in his thoughts that he did not realize just how close he was getting to another canine, this one very real, and very large.


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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/6300/alumid.png] The mountains had become a place of comfort to the ivory female, nearly every day she would place herself lightly upon one of their stones and relax. At night they offered her a superior place in which to gaze above at the stars, to enjoy the company of those long lost friends. Perhaps she dreamed too much when she was not gathering herbs, this could be true. It seemed that more often than not she happened to stumble upon other canines when she was not exactly searching for them. Today would end up being the same situation. Dainty paws carried the fragile frame across the terrain, her mind swirling with thoughts and ideas. She was growing increasingly worried about her interest with the Alpha, it was not going to end up being good for her, right? In the end she was going to get that final blow to the skull and be ultimately shut down. Aludra feared that greatly, the last thing she needed was to ache. Everything had been going so well for her, everything was nearly too perfect. The brisk breeze was relaxing, it soothed her worried soul as it whispered throughout her pale pelt. Fur dancing and brushing close against her skin, a delicate smile arriving upon her face. Was life meant to be so perfect? "Nothing could ruin today," pack life was slowly but surely becoming more routine to the female. It was feeling more normal to converse with wolves on a regular basis, prior to joining Airila she rarely ever spoke to others. There had never been a need to, few were ever even interested in the words she was speaking. No longer was that a worry, now her life was beautiful and thriving. And another birthday was in rapid approach. Growing older, this was a thought that forever would remain bitter sweet upon her tongue. With age one could gain wisdom, but it was a constant reminder that she was alone. Toiro was not simply just a young crush for her, but the shaman knew that he would forever be above herself. It was something that she had accepted not long after joining the pack. Three short months had passed, and the feeling had only grown for the brute. The way they had brushed so lightly against each other while standing by the pool would forever be remembered. Aludra had never been one to cuddle or touch other wolves, especially not males. Her heart had made her feel very close to the Alpha that night, when most would find the same situation pathetic. Rounding a turn in her gentle approach to the mountain, Aludra was stunned by the scent of two other wolves. 'So many arrive here,' she was silently pleased, half expecting that these other canines would be eager to join the ranks of Airila. Before the female could halt herself, a large brute materialized before her very eyes. A whimper escaped her maw as she half bumped into the brute that had just been eating. Wide-eyed and hesitant the Arctic creature took a side step back from the brute. "I am sorry," she whispered, embarrassed at her own rush. By the time the shaman had paid enough attention to the scent of the other wolves, she did not have enough time to stop. Auds erected themselves quickly and the female turned herself around, noticing the scent of the other creature in the distance. This situation certainly perplexed the shaman slightly, as it was not often that two canines met up within Airila. Especially not ones that were foreign to this terrain. These brutes did not even belong within the pack, but perhaps they would. Aludra remained optimistic, the smile from before still plastered to her features; although, now there was a slight etch of embarrassment sitting there as well. OoC| Sorry, I know this is terrible. I just wanted to respond to it.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img507/2426/centerfh.png] Teeth gnawed and ripped away pieces of cold flesh from the carcass; the subsequent sounds of tendons and joints separating; meat being torn away from the bone fueled his unbecoming behavior. He was literally taking his anger out on the dead caribou; placing his front paws on the torn up body and grabbing a chunk of the shoulder between his teeth and pushing himself away giving him greater leverage. He was content tearing apart the carcass to alleviate some of his anger, but unfortunately it was not long before other wolves started arriving. In his misguided state of mind he mistook the others misfortune of stumbling upon him as a challenge for his meal, his outlet… Crazed amber eyes locked onto the small red wolf barreling towards him and he moved a step away from the carcass. Hackles raised along his nape and spine, tail flicking irritably behind his tensed body. He waited until the other wolf drew closer before he leapt a single length away, still wanting to stay close to the caribou. As he meet the red wolf head to head he roared, “Get out!” He must have looked mad, blood staining his face and forelegs, dark coat bristling and yellow eyes ablaze with…anticipation. The more Kodiak thought about his encounter with the opposing male, the more we welcomed his company, but in the worst way. He was aching for a vicious fight, someone, unlike the dead caribou, that would struggle against his attacks, cry when his teeth met their flesh. Kodiak could only be so lucky that this red wolf was a member of the residing pack. Perhaps he would leave him alive long enough so that he could run back to Toiro and Kodiak could only be so luck to take on the whole pack of Airila. One wolf to an unknown amount of wolves probably willing to give their life for the sake of the pack… Even with Kodiak’s extensive training and experience killing, the odds were not in his favor, but he could not see that, not in his current state. Logic and reasoning went out the window as soon as he figured out that Meridian had disappeared. It was a side effect to his disorder; Kodiak believed that he was the strongest and best fighter, and that he above all was superior in everything. Before the red wolf could react someone bumped into Kodiak from behind. Slowly he turned away from the red wolf, simply annoyed with the one who was ignorant to their surroundings, though when he locked eyes with the arctic female behind him he could not contain himself. “You…” he growled under his breath. He lunged. ***** words: four forty-six muse level: okay... notes: sorry for the delay you two, and that the post was so crappy... : /

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/6300/alumid.png] Panic flooded the Arctic female. For a moment her vision became foggy and then cleared itself. The startling clarity, that she was seeing in the world around her, was nauseating. On a typical day, the increased vision would have been a blessing - useful to further analyze the world surrounding her. Today, it was merely a reaction to the sudden burst of adrenaline flowing within her veins. A sudden burst of agility controlled the shaman in a way she had never felt before. It seemed almost instantly that she managed to side-step away from the lunging male, as if her gut had known he was going to attack. However proud she was of herself, it still was a delayed reaction. Aludra had always known that she was not the quickest one around, but on this day she realized just how slow her movements could be. Within her mind they had been so calculated and perfect; yet, her body just could not keep up. Razor blades ripped through tender flesh, crimson pouring across her white pelt. A surprising yip intended to cross paths with her maw, but only a soft whine bled into the air. The tear upon her right shoulder spread for nearly two inches it seemed, but the shaman was not worrying herself about it quite yet. Perhaps if she made it away from this brute, then she could concern herself with the throbbing mess. Now, there were more important tasks at hand. The momentum from her own movement collided with Kodiak's and her legs lost all stability. The lithe femme found her side crashing against the ground, droplets of blood staining the pure snow surrounding them. 'This can't be happening,' it took everything within the Arctic's mind to keep from crying. Tears alongside emotion would simply haze over top of reality, leaving her even more vulnerable and less likely to survive. Even so, the shaman lay upon the ground for a moment attempting to catch her breath. Her own ability to continue breathing was impressive now - for Aludra felt as if she was about to nearly die, and not from the wound. Panic was closing in her brain, causing her lungs shorter and quicker breaths. If such an action kept up, the Arctic female would be hyperventilating soon. Pained emerald optics gazed at Kodiak, nearly inquiring why he was doing this to her. They glanced to the other canine for a moment as well, pleading for his help. A frightened, choked whimper parted her lips. This was not how life was supposed to go, everything was perfect within Shyia. Airila was thriving and all was going well with Toiro - now this. There was little chance that she could stand up to such a brute, she was not a violent canine nor did she hold the ability to skillfully defend herself. Cautiously she used her paws to slide a bit farther away from the brute in the snow. Aludra was readying herself to stand, hoping that it was possible to avoid another chaotic encounter with the brute's claws. 'Maybe this is a nightmare, maybe I can just wake up,' denial was beginning to set in. There was nothing she could think of that would bring about such poor karma. Did she deserve this? The shaman liked to believe that she didn't, but who was she to dictate that. Muzzle turned towards the sky as if it knew the answer. Slowly, she gathered her feet beneath her and began to rise to a standing position. In the process she spoke softly, "What did I do to you?"