Re: The Battle Majestic (Round 2 - Firestar)
06-01-2010, 09:43 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
The loud cheerings of the females droned in Wolf's ears. They felt euphoria over the thrill of watching their "God", and now even Steven was geting roped into this mess.
Teaching the taillesses the speech of this pack... True, in the longrun that would be helpful. Even Wolf could understand unity between species. However...
He gazed up at the looming peak of the rock that smelled of the Bright-Beast-That-Bites-Hot. Something was very wrong about it. The black smog was beginning to seep into the Up. A feeling in the back of his mind was barking "Danger! Run!" And yet, a feeling in his heart was soothing him at the same time. He was conflicted. But it was pointless to run, this place was surrounded by the Wet. He wouldn't escape no matter how hard he tried.
But a wolf never lets himself be cornered. He strained his mind to find a way to escape from this tropical nightmare. No matter how he tried though, it always came back to the same answer.
Something needed to die. Of course, the thought of killing had never scared Wolf before. To survive it is necessary to take life away from others. It was the natural order of the world. And yet, the stench of that boy's body as he lay Not-Breath. His life was taken away out of spite. No animal would feast on him to give themselves energy. He would rot there, forever.
Wolf didn't want these taillesses to die. Nor the innocents of the island. But he knew he couldn't save anyone. Even Sen was better on it's own. it had no use for Wolf, it just let Wolf follow it because it knew Wolf was not a threat. It felt nothing for him, not the nobility of being the pack leader, nor the bitterness of having an enemy.
He could let the others fight, but Vexmagog had ambitions of peace. Loyalty. For once the Half-Beast was making sense.
Do not let his silver tounge sway you. That thing is not peaceful. Following it will only end in your downful, my beast.
Wolf blinked in surprise. That sound had not came from his ears, nor was it like how the Horned-One spoke. It felt, almost, like it came from inside of him. He listened for a long time, yet nothing else was said. He was curious. He once again thouht of Vexmagog. True, he did manipulate others too easily. He was very experianced at it, it seemed. He also seemed ready to fight, and powerful. He could kill the others if he wanted to. It seemed more likely then that Vex may be readying an attack, but posing as an ally to make sure his victory is swift and unseen. They wouldn't see it coming...
No. Wolf would. He will wait for Vex to make his move, and pounce from the shadows. Wolf was much quieter than he had been acting. If he didn't want to be seen, then he wouldn''t be. It was that simple.
As Wolf mulled over his dinner, a strange smell wafted through the air. It tickled his nostrils unlike anything he had smelled before. It was almost, alluring. He stretched and yawned, acting like he wasn't interested, before curiously prancing around, searching for the location of the smell. He heard the sounds of the males, and it seemed, two females, coming from a strange Den. He listened to their banter, and decided that the younger one was doubting the Furred-One. He made a mental note about that, and decided he may need to pay her a visit should he deem it necessary. He continued on, until he found a Den made of animal hides. A light gray smoke wafted through the tip, and as he walked closer, the smoke began to make him feel slightly calmer, and even stranger was the feeling of being lighter than before.
He poked his head through the canvass and saw two Tanned-Females laughing with each other. The room was thilled with the thick smoke, and there lay a Brigh..., hmm, a Fire, yes that's it, silly tailless talk, in the center of the Den. The females didn't notice him at first, and seemed more interested in placing a smoking brown object to their lips. Afterwords, they would breath the smoke out of their mouth. It seemed to Wolf that this arose much pleasure to the taillesses. Eventually, the slightly smaller tailless noticed Wolf entering, and nudged the other with her elbow. They shared a strange glance, and asked Wolf to come closer.
Initially, Wolf was confused. How did they know I understood them? Had my secret been revieled? This chain of though was answered when the bigger taillles swiped the other on the head and called them... One-Who-Knows-Little. She offered the little brown object to Wolf, and he carefully approached. The sniffed tentitively, waves of dizzyness drifting through his head as he did so, and bit down on the end. By mistake, he inhaled through his mouth as he did so, and a blindingly stinging sensation overcame his lungs. He spat the object out in a fit of coughing, causing histerity in the taillesses. THe Den seemed to blur in his eyes, and his paws would not answer his oerders to balance his body. He fell to his side as the sounds of laughter became dull and far away.
And yet, the feeling in his chest became lighter, nicer. It felt like he was at home for the first time.
Can you hear me?
Yes, he replied, unable to move his body.
Their drug has allowed me to finnally make a connection. Your mind is so different that a pesons, afterall. Listen Wolf, there is not much time. Once your body returns to your controll, you must hide in the woods. I will reveall myself to you there. But... Please, understand, none of this should have happened to you. Those people who captured you, they. They were followers of mine. A pack, you might say. They followed me even after I died. They were sad, and couldn't deal with the loss. They put me inside you Wolf. And now, I'm coming out, not of my own occord. I'd stay If I had A choice, but I'm sorry. All I can do is make sure you don't suffer. Do you understand?
Wolf mulled the idea over with the little amount of brain power the drug had left him. No, he did not undestand. But something wanted him in the woods, away from these taillesses, and that was enough for him. Wearily, he placed each paw forward and hefted himself upright. He drunkenly staggered from the Den and into the thick shrubbery of the forrest, away from the denizen of the taillesses.
The loud cheerings of the females droned in Wolf's ears. They felt euphoria over the thrill of watching their "God", and now even Steven was geting roped into this mess.
Teaching the taillesses the speech of this pack... True, in the longrun that would be helpful. Even Wolf could understand unity between species. However...
He gazed up at the looming peak of the rock that smelled of the Bright-Beast-That-Bites-Hot. Something was very wrong about it. The black smog was beginning to seep into the Up. A feeling in the back of his mind was barking "Danger! Run!" And yet, a feeling in his heart was soothing him at the same time. He was conflicted. But it was pointless to run, this place was surrounded by the Wet. He wouldn't escape no matter how hard he tried.
But a wolf never lets himself be cornered. He strained his mind to find a way to escape from this tropical nightmare. No matter how he tried though, it always came back to the same answer.
Something needed to die. Of course, the thought of killing had never scared Wolf before. To survive it is necessary to take life away from others. It was the natural order of the world. And yet, the stench of that boy's body as he lay Not-Breath. His life was taken away out of spite. No animal would feast on him to give themselves energy. He would rot there, forever.
Wolf didn't want these taillesses to die. Nor the innocents of the island. But he knew he couldn't save anyone. Even Sen was better on it's own. it had no use for Wolf, it just let Wolf follow it because it knew Wolf was not a threat. It felt nothing for him, not the nobility of being the pack leader, nor the bitterness of having an enemy.
He could let the others fight, but Vexmagog had ambitions of peace. Loyalty. For once the Half-Beast was making sense.
Do not let his silver tounge sway you. That thing is not peaceful. Following it will only end in your downful, my beast.
Wolf blinked in surprise. That sound had not came from his ears, nor was it like how the Horned-One spoke. It felt, almost, like it came from inside of him. He listened for a long time, yet nothing else was said. He was curious. He once again thouht of Vexmagog. True, he did manipulate others too easily. He was very experianced at it, it seemed. He also seemed ready to fight, and powerful. He could kill the others if he wanted to. It seemed more likely then that Vex may be readying an attack, but posing as an ally to make sure his victory is swift and unseen. They wouldn't see it coming...
No. Wolf would. He will wait for Vex to make his move, and pounce from the shadows. Wolf was much quieter than he had been acting. If he didn't want to be seen, then he wouldn''t be. It was that simple.
As Wolf mulled over his dinner, a strange smell wafted through the air. It tickled his nostrils unlike anything he had smelled before. It was almost, alluring. He stretched and yawned, acting like he wasn't interested, before curiously prancing around, searching for the location of the smell. He heard the sounds of the males, and it seemed, two females, coming from a strange Den. He listened to their banter, and decided that the younger one was doubting the Furred-One. He made a mental note about that, and decided he may need to pay her a visit should he deem it necessary. He continued on, until he found a Den made of animal hides. A light gray smoke wafted through the tip, and as he walked closer, the smoke began to make him feel slightly calmer, and even stranger was the feeling of being lighter than before.
He poked his head through the canvass and saw two Tanned-Females laughing with each other. The room was thilled with the thick smoke, and there lay a Brigh..., hmm, a Fire, yes that's it, silly tailless talk, in the center of the Den. The females didn't notice him at first, and seemed more interested in placing a smoking brown object to their lips. Afterwords, they would breath the smoke out of their mouth. It seemed to Wolf that this arose much pleasure to the taillesses. Eventually, the slightly smaller tailless noticed Wolf entering, and nudged the other with her elbow. They shared a strange glance, and asked Wolf to come closer.
Initially, Wolf was confused. How did they know I understood them? Had my secret been revieled? This chain of though was answered when the bigger taillles swiped the other on the head and called them... One-Who-Knows-Little. She offered the little brown object to Wolf, and he carefully approached. The sniffed tentitively, waves of dizzyness drifting through his head as he did so, and bit down on the end. By mistake, he inhaled through his mouth as he did so, and a blindingly stinging sensation overcame his lungs. He spat the object out in a fit of coughing, causing histerity in the taillesses. THe Den seemed to blur in his eyes, and his paws would not answer his oerders to balance his body. He fell to his side as the sounds of laughter became dull and far away.
And yet, the feeling in his chest became lighter, nicer. It felt like he was at home for the first time.
Can you hear me?
Yes, he replied, unable to move his body.
Their drug has allowed me to finnally make a connection. Your mind is so different that a pesons, afterall. Listen Wolf, there is not much time. Once your body returns to your controll, you must hide in the woods. I will reveall myself to you there. But... Please, understand, none of this should have happened to you. Those people who captured you, they. They were followers of mine. A pack, you might say. They followed me even after I died. They were sad, and couldn't deal with the loss. They put me inside you Wolf. And now, I'm coming out, not of my own occord. I'd stay If I had A choice, but I'm sorry. All I can do is make sure you don't suffer. Do you understand?
Wolf mulled the idea over with the little amount of brain power the drug had left him. No, he did not undestand. But something wanted him in the woods, away from these taillesses, and that was enough for him. Wearily, he placed each paw forward and hefted himself upright. He drunkenly staggered from the Den and into the thick shrubbery of the forrest, away from the denizen of the taillesses.