Red Sunset [open]

[Angel]

((Warning: This is not a nice post. Contains a little violence.))



Mother and daughter walked alongside each other, heading up the narrow and steep track leading up towards the top of the Ryn-Eldbel ridge. Most afternoons, Angel would be nestled in the birthing den she had dug for herself and her pups, relaxing after a long day’s hunting, but today the white she wolf had gotten it into her head that it would be a good idea to drag Kaala – the first pup she could find – up to the top of the great ridge to watch the sunset with her. Truthfully, Angel would have brought all of them if she’d known where they were, but after a couple of minutes searching with no success she got bored and decided against it. Besides, she wasn’t too concerned about leaving them to their own devices for one afternoon. Rurik and Aurelia and Daeron seemed to get along perfectly well with Vorilye’s children; they were probably off playing happily together somewhere.

Kaala, however, had been found lazing around the den, so had no choice but to follow her eager mother up to see this so called sunset. She was used to this kind of thing by now; the small dark-furred pup had never had much of an independent spirit, and always stayed closer to Angel than the rest, due to the terrible sickness which had taken over Kaala for a few weeks early in her puphood and restricted her to the confines of the tiny den.

The young pup was still struggling to recover even now, and as such, her speed was extremely slow as the two wolves made their way up the hill. Even the usually generous Angel was beginning to get impatient – by now it was getting late and the sun was almost down to the horizon. “Darling, please hurry, or we’ll miss it.” Angel whined, turning her big blue eyes towards the top of the ridge as if by yearning hard enough she could teleport there. “It’s gonna be so beautiful… just wait until you see it! There’s nothing like it. It’s so cool…”
“But… but I can’t go any faster! Why does it have to be such a long wayyyy? I’m so tired!”
“Just keep going, dear. It’s only a little further…”
“But I don’t wanna! Who even cares about the sunset? This is stupid!” Kaala collapsed stubbornly in the middle of the path, a frown twisting her tiny face. Irritation bubbled inside the larger white femme, stirring a feeling which she hadn’t felt in a long time. She turned back and grabbed her pup by the scruff of the neck, literally dragging Kaala up the hill until the pup managed to get back on her paws. “Quick! There’s no time for you to be silly. We really must hurry,” Angel snapped at her daughter.

They needed to reach the summit in time to see the sunset; the intensity of her desire just couldn’t be explained, but it was the one thing she knew she had to do. Tiny warning bells had begun ringing in the back of her mind, but the naïve femme pushed on, quickening her steps as the pair approached the top of the narrow plateau. Once they were both at the top, her pretty sapphire eyes eagerly searched for the sun on the horizon – an eagerness which soon turned to disappointment as she realised that all she could see were a few thin red-tinged clouds above the sea.

The sunset was over.

Immediately, intense burning anger flared up in the volatile femme’s heart and she turned on Kaala with a glare. “Stupid girl! This is all your fault! You were too slow and now we’ve missed it!”
“But… but… can’t we try again tomorrow?” The tiny pup whimpered in confusion at her mother’s sudden rage. “No!” Angel snarled, baring her teeth viciously. “We can’t! We can’t! We can’t! It will never be the same!” To her mind in its current state, this particular sunset had been the first most important thing in the universe, and her stupid slow daughter had ruined it! The insane wolf’s blue eyes blazed with unparallelled fury as she rapidly approached the confused and frightened pup. “You stupid weak bastard! You f***ing idiot!”
“Why mommy? Why are you- why?” Even to Kaala, it was clear that the usually patient caring mother was no longer in her right mind; it was if she was possessed by a mad murderous demon, not the Angel she knew at all. With another frightened wail, the little pup turned and tried to scamper away. But the climb to the ridge had exhausted her and she only managed to get a few metres before she collapsed in the dirt and started to cry.

“Shut up! Shut up! I can’t put up with your pathetic mewling! You’re so useless; why do I even have to deal with such stupid stupid pups?! I never wanted you! I hate you!” With a final burst of speed, Angel lunged forwards and savagely dug her sharp teeth into Kaala’s fragile body, tearing her child apart as if she was a piece of prey. The pup was dead within a second, fortunately unaware of the mauling that continued as the white she wolf released the anger which had been silently building up for the several months since her last rageful episode. All of her energy was concentrated into that one task; she gave no thought at all to the chance that someone might come across her, or to the subsequent consequences that that might have. And she didn’t care one bit about what Angel would feel like when she woke up and found out about the death of her beloved pup. The Madness inside her hadn’t been awakened in such a painfully long time, and she was going to make the most of this opportunity to destroy.





((OOC: I've been meaning to officially get rid of Kaala for a while now. Anyway, I would like some wolf (Descai or loner) to find out about Angel's condition. I was thinking that wolf could either try to fix her, or abuse the knowledge for their own needs. There are loads of ways this plot could go so please pm me if you have any ideas - any at all are welcome ^^))
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The light cast across the hills crest deepened as the sun began to slump below the horizon, yellow to orange, and orange to red, soon to fade to the indigo ink of night. He stood watching it, puzzled at both his continued presence here and his recent actions to help these wolves. Dragging a sniveling whelpling back to his daddy and risking his own neck to communicate the death of the alphas lover. Shayde's she was called, a wolf Kalix had never met, nor cared to. The wolves that had ended the Beta though, they were a group of intrigue, assuming the Betess wasn't a complete moron, in which case her death was inevitable. The black wolf bared his fangs at the oncoming night, he missed the violence of ending another's life, but being here he'd grown soft, and maybe a bit heavy round the middle. Not overly self conscious, becoming large was not something that bothered Kalix, but he knew that such muscular degradation was doing nothing for his combat abilities. 

A sudden growing of voices from down the hill broke his attention, ears swiveling towards the commotion. A female, and the high pitched tips of a pup, a sense of urgency about the conversation. Moving slowly, Kalix crept behind some nearby debris, interspersed with ragged brush. By now the sun was gone, leaving only a hot crimson glow along the horizon, and when the female finally appeared this seemed to displease her.

Kalix had to look twice at the she-wolf. Was it her? Back from the dead? His breath caught in his throat and a sickly shiver ran through him. A ghost across his grave. The image of Etheth stood in front of him, a small pup dragging itself up beside her. The twisted remains of his heart wrenched in his chest, his eyes blinded by the possibility of his mate and a pup sired by his bastard brother standing before him. But then rage erupted from the snowy female, and the harshness of her voice broke his dream as Kalix watched the horror that ensued. Some kind of manic fit over took the she-wolf and the rabid creature tore her young offspring to shreds. Infanticide... Even Kalix would never murder a whelp, whose existence, and resulting condition, was only the fault of its parents. The little canine was dead quickly, but the hatred towards it carried on for several minutes more, the corpse barely recognizable. 

Black fur prickled along his spine, Kalix taking several deliberate steps out from his hiding place, revealing himself to the rabid creature before him. He was curious as to her condition, but also saw an opportunity for a little destruction of his own. Maddened wolves were stupid, they didn't think when they struck, and this she wolf was thick into blindness. A deep, rumbling growl caressed his throat, escaping through his bared fangs. "That wasn't very nice." He hissed, eyes flashing with the pleasure of catching the she wolf in such a terrible act. He took a threatening step forwards, sick scarlet light glowing against his midnight body, his gaze locking onto her. "Very brave of you, to take on such a mighty opponent." He was perhaps trying to egg her on a bit, but more so he was attempting to humiliate her. Maybe he could spur her into more violence. His snarled face seemed almost gleeful, despite the gravity of the situation. This twisted specter of the wolfess he loved, murderous and covered in the blood of an innocent, it was torturous. Kalix could barely contain his own bubbling blood, though his tight reign of it was what set him above others. He would steer his own violence and mold it into a force to put this crazed bitch down. And he would have fun doing it.

Notes: Sorry it took so long to get this up! 
Words: 636
Muse: Good!
Tags: @angel

[Angel]

Angel viciously dug her teeth into the small mangled body of her daughter, relishing the taste and texture of the still warm blood and flesh between her ivories. It felt so good to finally let her anger out, after such a long time of keeping it tightly bottled inside her, so deeply buried in the depths of her mind that she never even knew it was there. If only she could be this way forever – she felt so alive in these episodes, as if she was on top of the world, the most powerful being in the universe, with everyone and everything at the complete and utter mercy of her madly spiralling rage.

But suddenly a noise from behind her rudely broke her out of her relative satisfaction, and Angel spun around to see a pitch-black wolf saunter out from the cover of the woods. She didn’t recognise him, but whether he was a loner or a fellow pack member, he wasn’t welcome here. Especially not when his hissing rumble of a voice patronisingly told her off for murdering her pup – as if it was his business! Angel’s hackles immediately raised in response to that irritating sense of superiority in his tone, and she even took a step away from her kill in order to confront him. “Just what do you think you’re doing here, loser? F*** off! Can’t you see that I’m busy?” The beautiful blood-speckled female snarled savagely at the male in front of her, hoping that he would take the hint and leave her to her private business of punishing her disobedient youngster. But the stupid male seemed to have a death wish, stepping closer with a calm cocky attitude that was easily succeeding in driving her even further up the wall.

A low threatening growl rumbled in Angel’s throat as he proceeded to sarcastically mock her for taking on such a mighty opponent; even in her mindless rage she understood that she must have looked incredibly silly attacking a pup who had no ability whatsoever to fight back. Well, if he wanted to see what she was really capable of doing, she was more than happy to comply and thus knock this insolent intruder back to his rightful place at the bottom of the food-chain. That would teach him to watch his manners! He would never dare to interrupt ever again.

Forgetting her murdered pup entirely, the pure white female rapidly launched herself at the black male, eager to sink her teeth into his flesh and make him cry out for mercy. She aimed directly for his closest shoulder, intending to clamp her teeth down and bring him to the ground with her momentum, as he didn’t appear to be any larger or stronger than herself. Angel perhaps should have guessed that he had the advantage of experience though, because he clearly wouldn’t have so blatantly challenged her otherwise, but truthfully it wouldn’t have mattered to her either way. In this moment, all she wanted was to make him pay for his arrogant attitude, and the only way she could do that was by showing him the true extent of the pure savagery he had so ignorantly brought upon himself.



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She swore at him! He could have grinned with delight! The she-wolf was angry - Kalix adored angry wolves: this raw emotion was usually accompanied by blind rage and ignorance. She would make mistakes, he would crush her into the dirt. The snow-white she-wolf let out a growl of her own, and Kalix responded by baring his fangs, viciousness and the desire to hurt her rising in his chest. It was like a slow burning, the embers resting in his belly had sudden been re-lit, and that fire was rising up his throat. Forepaws kneading the ground, his body visibly shivered with the anticipation of attack. And it came as expected, her move telegraphed nicely: choose the closest target.

He turned to face her directly, making himself a smaller area to land teeth upon, and he met her face with his own. Kalix was not concerned about looking dashing or handsome - that ship had sailed long ago - but perhaps the pretty white femme would be concerned about scarring on her visage. Snapping his jaw as hers drew near he hoped to grab hold of her face, any part of it. Kalix wasn't picky - he just wanted to inflict damage at this point. Killing the she-wolf was not an option as he didn't know who she was. If she was one of Vorilye's flames he wouldn't want the hulking brute to find her dead as well.

Whether Kalix managed to grasp his foes face was of little consequence, because he would swiftly move onto his next movement. Dodging around to the side he let his hind legs coil beneath his rump, releasing suddenly to propel him forwards. He meant to barrel the she-wolf to the ground, using his weight and momentum to knock her down, all the while his mouth hanging open to grasp any part of her that might wander into it. He thought of nothing then, other than the want to feel the hot spill of blood over his tongue, his opponent grasping at life, begging for their life to be spared. He would have that from this she-wolf. Or better yet, she would be too damaged to ask for mercy, and would have to hope that it be bestowed upon her.

Words: 372
Muse: Good!
Notes: This is going to be so fun... and sort of messed up. Also, fighting posts are always so short.

[Angel]

Angel hurtled towards the male with lightning speed and deadly intent, all thoughts focused into her attack and the need to rip apart the worthless intruder’s hide. She didn’t expect that he would be able to react in time to her sudden charge – as quickly as it all happened – and yet somehow he managed to twist out of the way just before she could sink her teeth into his shoulder. Instead of being in the dominant position that she had intended, she now found that his own sharp fangs were dangerously close to her tender face. With an enraged snarl, Angel instinctively pulled her head back out of the reach of the male’s snapping jaws, absolutely furious that he dared to fight back. If he hadn’t been at the top of her kill list before, he certainly was now, and the violently mad she wolf vowed that she was not going to allow such an arrogant bastard to get away from this fight without a mortal injury at the very least. Angel was the killer, not him, and she wanted to see it in his eyes that he understood that before she tore apart his throat.

But the fact that she had been forced to awkwardly dodge his attack had put her off balance, and she hadn’t yet recovered her footing when she was suddenly rammed into from the side. Despite her best efforts to remain upright, Angel realised that the hard dusty ground was rushing up to meet her. In a desperate attempt to hang onto her advantage the white femme twisted her head and tried to grab some part of her opponent’s body with her powerful jaws as she fell, hoping to drag him down with her or at least rip out a chunk of his flesh if he resisted. The forceful impact of her body hitting the ground would likely make her release her grip anyway, but at least he would no longer be in a position to directly go for her throat. Even if that happened, as long as she still had the ability to move, Angel would never give in and would rather die than be defeated by this brutish idiot. There was no way he could win against her!


((OOC: I agree ^^))

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A swell of triumph filled his chest as Kalix felt the white female begin to descend beneath him towards the hard ground. Recovering from being thrown down was difficult, even for the most practiced; victory was within his grasp. But the cold realization that this was not over came in the form of sharp teeth burying into his right shoulder. He'd made the mistake of becoming comfortable with his position and the little bitch had stuck him! The impact of body with ground was enough to release her jaws, but the damage was done. Scarlet blood began to seep through his black coat, the flesh torn open where he had tugged back against her as she fell.

Snarling with rage Kalix lunged forwards, both paws aimed to pin the she-wolf, his jaws agape to grab any of her soft flesh that might dare pass through. He'd be pleased with face or belly, or even the velvet skin that lay in the armpit. He would not fall victim to this psychopath. Although he was no hero, Kalix didn't agree with the actions he'd seen that day. Killing a whelp? Really? Truly the adage of 'pick on someone your own size' applied here. Luckily he had been around to teach this female a lesson, perhaps the hardest lesson to learn of all: You are going to die.

Kalix on the other hand would not die. Such was not his fate. He had tried to die, most recently by leaping off of a boat into the ocean towards an island that might have been a delusion. But alas he had lived, and now found himself carving more bloodied trails through the world. His first had been that demon of a wolf Chaos. Moron. He had almost found cause to destroy the annoying do-gooder Faolan. He was glad to have never met with the she-wolf again. The self-righteous and overly selfless were idiotic to Kalix. Life was his to take and to live, not to give pieces of himself away. He'd done that already. It had ended badly for everyone, perhaps even himself. Kalix could never claim happiness with his present state. He didn't laugh or play or love anymore. He would never admit to missing those things, and even if he did, he wasn't about to go looking for them.

Words: 387
Muse: On the rise.
Notes: This was very short, but I was unsure of Angel's positioning relative to Kalix. xD