Fugitives of Disaster - a 1x1 with TheCCTwins
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Fugitives of Disaster - a 1x1 with TheCCTwins
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Posted 2024-09-30 17:48:11
This was wrong. Everyone felt wrong. Her mate, Roque, had come from the South- a land of shifting sands and dry winds. The Desert was no place for a wolf, and yet he'd called it his home prior to meeting Morag. Theirs was a healthy love, at least. But he was different from her, from the others of the Northern Woods. Where their pets were Shiny and light, his was glossy and dark. Though they made an exception for him, as he had found favor with the pack's Alpha and Elders. He was a good hunter; something they needed in the desperate attempt to keep everyone in the pack fed. But there was something...wrong with him. With his blood. His heritage. It was something unseen, yet it would spell disaster in the moons to come. Their litter was healthy, no deformed limbs or mutated bodies. The first two pups were both mirror images of their mother. Silver as the moon, with a few darker flecks adorning their pelts. The third pup looked more like Roque- darker fur with lighter touches. These three were normal, and for a moment, Morag felt silly for having been so worried. But the fourth pup... seeing him made her heart sink. His fur was as dark as a moonless sky. Nose, paw pads and claws were all the same. It was like a void had fallen from her womb, the tiny thing wailing in desperation for its mother's milk. Morag didn't know what to say. She felt her soul be ripped from her body. The pup was clearly cursed. Try as she might, she could not keep this a secret forever. She managed to raise her litter away from the pack, but by the time the pups were three full moons old, the rest of the pack demanded to see the little ones. When it was discovered that her litter contained a cursed pup, Morag feared the worst. Roque was killed for having brought his tainted blood into the Northern Woods, and Morag could only fight back as three of her pups were also slain. That was when her temper broke. Morag had snatched up her only surviving son, fleeing the Woods and running off. She didn't know where she was going; she didn't care. All that she cared about, was saving her only pup from death. After moons upon moons of running, her body couldn't carry on. Her heart had long since been shattered; her son was her only reason for living anymore. By then, he was a healthy young adolescent, with eyes as blue as the lake that his former home had stood beside. On her last legs, Morag had approached her son, her voice weak as she collapsed, her body begging for the release of life that she knew was coming. Her son had yelped and nudged her, trying to spur her into movement, but she was tired. So, so tired... "Get up, Mother... Mother, please get up..." The dark male begged. His mother's eyes were already glazing over, hazy with the encroaching grip of death. "Run, my son..." She panted out in her final breaths. "Run, Maxius, and be free..." Season: Early Spring, just after thaw Character(s) On-Screen: Maxius Character(s) Mentioned: Maverick, Hōseki Speech Identification: Bold Thought Identification: 'Single Quote Italics' Action Identification: Italics Eyes of a deep, piercing, almost glowing blue gleamed from the darkness. No fur was seen amongst the shadows, for it was as if the wolf himself were sentient darkness. He shied away from the harsh morning light, keeping himself mostly hidden from sight. That is, at least, until the trees above him swayed, shifted just enough for the sun to peek through and caress his fur. It was as though an empty void exploded into being: this wolf had no lightness to his fur color. Nose and paw pads were the same. All of him, was dark. Except for the shockingly bright blue of his lenses. A melanistic wolf. Maxius was starving. A fruitless hunt had resulted in him going to sleep on an empty stomach. Again. His eyes blinked away the remnants of his uneasy rest. He'd need to hunt before noon, otherwise he might just lose himself. Being on the run for so long had taken its toll on him. He was beginning to lose too much weight. Hopefully he could find something to eat. His allies, Maverick and Hōseki, were away on their scouting trips, searching for the safest way ahead and making sure no harm would befall their little group. They didn't have the strength to fight off other packs; furthermore, they hadn't the reason to fight. They were nomads, taking from no one and leaving nothing behind. This was their fate. At least they didn't have to suffer alone. |
 🦡 Peri 🦡 They/Them #66757 |
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Posted 2024-09-30 18:59:36 (edited)
"Eona and Coehr Silk." growled the hostile voice of Thorn, the pack's alpha. "Why are you still here." It was not a question. The pups before the massive gray male whimpered and cowered. The smallest pup, the female known as Eona, tried to turn and flee. Thorn just swept her back over to him, snarling in her face. "Coward. I told your mother to dispose of you. It's sad to see she was too weak to carry out a simple task." A bark. Familiar. Warm. Mother. The pup must have blacked out from fear. The last thing she remembered was the cold bite of the open winds and one final sentence as she was left with her brother at the edge of the territory. "You can't come home." Peering into the glade, she sees the sun painting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the dew-kissed ferns below, chasing away the vestiges of her painful past. In this new day, the symphony of dawn birdsong replaces the eerie silence of night, as if singing a soothing lullaby for her solitary awakening. She breathes deeply, feeling the crisp scent of dew and damp earth mixed with the faint sweetness of blooming wildflowers. Eona's gaze wanders across the glade, taking in every detail: the spiderwebs dusted with diamonds of morning dew; the playful leaps of rabbits emerging from their burrows; the liquid dance of sunbeams that skirt between the trees' branches overhead. Each moment carves a fresh page in her story - one filled not with sorrow but hope, as she embarks upon the unknown path laid out before her paws. The dawn breaks open new possibilities, reminding her that life continues to unfold, even amidst the heartache of the past. With each step into the dawn-kissed forest, Eona finds herself strengthened, embracing the power that comes from overcoming the bitterness of loss and forging ahead into whatever destiny awaits her alone within these verdant woods. Her thoughts of freely wandering are cut off by a sharp scent that takes the female by surprise. Other wolves. Why are they here… she shudders. Her attention is drawn away from the strangers as a creature caught her attention. Prey! her senses snap right into instinct instead of reason. She lowers to a crouch, silent as she creeps forward. Leap. Her paws sink into the ground on either side of the helpless squirrel, jaws closing around the creature's head. Her teeth dig in, killing it painlessly though it manages a half squeal of terror. Hopefully nobody hears that. The young white-and-gray female's ears swivel as she straightens, listening for the sounds of a possible approach by some unknown entity. Please don't have heard that. I can smell you nearby, she thinks, involuntarily letting out a quiet whimper. She's never been much of a fighter. For her to be attacked now, well, she's thin as it is considering the pack always runs her off their territory and her brother wasn't the best hunter. She'd left her brother, and now she's on her own, scared and lost. As she stands, carcass in her jaws, she prays nobody will find her. |
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Posted 2024-10-05 22:51:49
For so long now, he and his few friends had roamed aimlessly through forests and fields, never staying still for too long before picking themselves up and resuming their journey. Did it have an end? No. At least, not one that he was in any hurry to reach. He liked the nomadic lifestyle, if he had to be honest. Pack life wasn't for him. He'd interacted with pack wolves before. They were too uppity for his liking. In the crisp morning dew, Maxius' troubles felt as though they were being washed away. Save for his hunger. That was a constant, tugging at his mind and making it hard for him to concentrate. The birdsong was never as taunting as it was in that moment; oh, if he could only fly like the birds. He'd soar away from his troubles, leaving the earth behind and winging through the heavens. A sound, a short-lived screech, caught his attention. The death-sounds of prey were unmistakable; they had his undivided attention, ears perked and jaws slavering from hunger. But he also scented something else- something that made him hesitate, warily watching his surroundings. Another wolf? This was either really good, or really bad. He hoped for the former. He really didn't want trouble. Not after nearly running himself ragged trying to get away from the last group of strange wolves he'd encountered. He had to pray that this one wasn't hostile. He didn't move yet, taking in their scent nearby. He could move downwind, stay out of sight; or, he figured, he could approach them. Maybe they were friendly? 'Or maybe they'll run me off. Or kill me. I don't want to die.' Maxius thought to himself, choosing to air on the side of caution and stay close to the shadows, even as he called out in a polite enough voice. "I don't want trouble." He called from the safety of the shadows, blending in flawlessly. Using this tactic, he crept closer, careful not to get too close to them. He didn't want them to pick up on his exact location by his scent. "I'm just passing through. If I'm a problem, I can leave. I'm just trying to find something to eat, and I'll be on my way." |
🦡 Peri 🦡 They/Them #66757 |
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Posted 2024-10-06 07:33:54
"Who are you? Show yourself!" she attempted to hide the quiver from her voice with a growl but the growl trailed off into a nervous whimper. She didn't like this. Not one bit. She'd heard of a wolf who was identical to shadows; who was said to not even be a wolf but be a harbinger of demise; and as unsure as she was that she was even speaking to a wolf, she was terrified that it was this shadow wolf. She decided that dropping the squirrel in her jaws would benefit her greatly. She set it down at her own paws, glancing and listening around warily. She did not continue to speak, giving the being the chance to speak himself. Her tail curled between her legs and her ears pinned back slightly. Even with the control she was attempting to have used to hide her fear, she was failing. She also had no intention of handing over the prey she'd just caught; it had been days. Of course, if she was attacked she knew she'd gladly abandon the squirrel for her own life. |
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Posted 2024-10-06 09:16:07 (edited)
Maxius was careful to keep his posture on the relaxed side- ears gently perked, yet tail wagging loosely to communicate his desire to keep things peaceful between the two of them. His black, shadowlike fur sifted in the breeze. The female seemed to be afraid- though he knew she wanted to hide the fact. 'Has she heard the rumors about me, then?' He asked himself. All over, rumors about him had spread like wildfire. They called him 'Shadow Wolf', a harbinger of disasters and chaos. When that wasn't true at all. He wasn't bringing disasters. He wanted to warn others OF impending disasters. But no one trusted him, save for those in his little group of fellow 'cursed' wolves. "I'm not a threat to you, miss." Maxius attempted to soothe her worries. "You asked me to show myself, and here I am. You also asked me who I am, so allow me to introduce myself to a fine femme such as yourself. My name is Maxius. May I have your name, miss?" |
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Posted 2024-10-06 09:50:23 (edited)
"I'm not a threat to you, miss. You asked me to show myself, and here I am. You also asked me who I am, so allow me to introduce myself to a fine femme such as yourself. My name is Maxius. May I have your name, miss?" The male, Maxius, continued. The she-wolf hesitated, her eyes flickering around the shadows as if expecting some sort of trick. Eventually, though it really was only a couple seconds for her to make the choice, she nodded. "I- my name is Eona," she spoke quietly, some of the fear leaving her voice. She recognized the name, though the male of course was more commonly referred to as the Shadow Wolf or the Harbinger of Evil. She figured, now that she was standing in front of him, that the stories were dramatized to scare wolves. Maybe. She decided to play this as harmless as possible as she spoke next. "Do you... you can have the squirrel if you want... I can find something else..." Hunting was hard these times, but she was trying to be optimistic. She could always travel or try and convince a pack to spare a bit of food, though that had risks within itself. |
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