Post by Hannah on Oct 5, 2010 18:03:38 GMT -5
She moved with a gentle kind of swiftness, but her intentions were all too fatal. Her dazzling, piercing, crystal blue eyes penetrated the forest with such lust and misery that a wolf would be so succumbed to her looks they would forget her motions were for that of death. She sucked the air in, her wind pipes cooling down to just above frost bitten. It felt like shards of ice hit her throat as she breathed, but she liked the feeling.
Her pink tongue flicked much like a snake, it was a bad habit. Her ears flicked back and forth, just like the prey she use to hunt. With each movement she felt the movement of her muscles, too aware of her body to not. Her head was pointed to the ground, her eyes darting about, aware of every movement. She stepped lightly on the bluebell filled meadow, knowing what was ahead.
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Her footfalls did not sound unheard. No he was there, his eyes watching, his heart racing. She didn’t see him, this he knew. His tail flipped slightly as he sighed. He would kill her for his pack, for his family, because she brought it on herself. But he didn’t want to. No, this kill would not be for glory, this kill would be sad and sobering. His chest heaved in as he drew himself to his feet. He moved, shadow to shadow, silent through the autumn dusk. He noted The pinkening of the sky, he noted how it was different from the sky at dusk in any other season.
“Wain,” He said, his voice carrying across the meadow to the female who trotted. She stopped dead in her tracks. “How long have you been watching, Ab,” She asked as she turned her face towards the male. “Long enough, Gawain,” He said, refraining himself from using her nickname. “Then they have sent you…,” She asked as she turned her body toward the male. “To kill you,” He said, finishing her sentence. “Yes, they have sent me.”
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Perhaps we should give you a little background behind how this fight came to be. Well as you have learned the two wolves names, Abysol and Gawain, you may want some information about them. They are siblings, each other’s only sibling to be exact. Out of six pups that were born early, well in March. But they had an extended winter and the four other puppies died off. The two survived though, a male and a female.
As they grew they grew closer. They became inseparable, some even questioned them when it came to mates. But as they grew they ignored them all. Around the age of four Gawain killed a lone wolf. Now in most cases she would have been respected, but most had suspected her of being of cold-blood. Abysol had covered up times before for Gawain, but this had taken it too far.
Gawain was exiled, but that didn’t end it. The young, petite female came back countless times. She killed her father’s new mate when her mother died. Then she went after other females. It was then that her father sentenced her to death. No matter if she ran, or stood there and took it, she would die. Abysol was sent to kill her.
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“You know I will fight back, brother,” She said softly as she stepped closer to Abysol. “Come on Aby, kill me,” She taunted him, her crystal blue eyes had taken on a pigment of red, or perhaps that was on in Abysol’s mind. He let out a soft growl, his stature raising to over Gawain’s head. “Come on, do as father says, as usual. You know you will never be alpha,” She growled as she lunged towards her brother. “Please Gawain, please stop,” He said as he stepped back.
“No,” She snarled diving in again and snapping closed on her brother’s leg. He suffered the pain in silence, but grabbed the female by her scruff ripping her away, and drawing blood. “Gawain, just stop,” He snarled as he grabbed her by the snout. He gave a jerk and her neck came forward. She twisted and grabbed onto his chest. She drew blood, but it tasted like pure trash to her.
She withdrew quickly, shaking her head. She usually loved to taste the blood as it spilled. This tasted sour, as if it has turned, she simply felt evil doing it. She turned quickly and loped a few yards away. “Aby I can’t do this,” She said softly, her ears twitching back. “What do you want me to do,” He snarled, his mind had closed out all else, as it usually did. “I…I don’t know,” She said quietly, her head lowered and her eyes darted to the ground. “Forgive me, Aby,” She said softly as she darted away. Through the meadows and through the creeks.
But Abysol knew it would be the last he saw of his sister. Weeks later three male wolves showed up. They claimed the were aligned with Gawain, and certainly smelled of her. They attacked and killed eight wolves, more then half the pack. But they were told to spare the alpha and the one that smelled like Gawain. So father and son were left, heart-broken, alone and with more then half of their territory gone. “I am sorry father, I didn’t kill her,” Abysol said as he lowered his head. Ready for his father to take his life also. “I shouldn’t have sent a son to kill his sister,” He said softly as he stood and walked away. Abysol didn’t follow and his father never came back.
Gawain and Abysol took their own packs, naming them after themselves. They thrived, both having a family, but Abysol never forgave Gawain for what she had done. He never attacked her, but he never forgave her. Ever since then it seemed the two packs were at odds, and I would guess with time things have grown terribly worse. The two have long been dead, nearly twenty years now, but the two packs still lived on, keeping the same names for the past twenty-five years.
Her pink tongue flicked much like a snake, it was a bad habit. Her ears flicked back and forth, just like the prey she use to hunt. With each movement she felt the movement of her muscles, too aware of her body to not. Her head was pointed to the ground, her eyes darting about, aware of every movement. She stepped lightly on the bluebell filled meadow, knowing what was ahead.
---
Her footfalls did not sound unheard. No he was there, his eyes watching, his heart racing. She didn’t see him, this he knew. His tail flipped slightly as he sighed. He would kill her for his pack, for his family, because she brought it on herself. But he didn’t want to. No, this kill would not be for glory, this kill would be sad and sobering. His chest heaved in as he drew himself to his feet. He moved, shadow to shadow, silent through the autumn dusk. He noted The pinkening of the sky, he noted how it was different from the sky at dusk in any other season.
“Wain,” He said, his voice carrying across the meadow to the female who trotted. She stopped dead in her tracks. “How long have you been watching, Ab,” She asked as she turned her face towards the male. “Long enough, Gawain,” He said, refraining himself from using her nickname. “Then they have sent you…,” She asked as she turned her body toward the male. “To kill you,” He said, finishing her sentence. “Yes, they have sent me.”
---
Perhaps we should give you a little background behind how this fight came to be. Well as you have learned the two wolves names, Abysol and Gawain, you may want some information about them. They are siblings, each other’s only sibling to be exact. Out of six pups that were born early, well in March. But they had an extended winter and the four other puppies died off. The two survived though, a male and a female.
As they grew they grew closer. They became inseparable, some even questioned them when it came to mates. But as they grew they ignored them all. Around the age of four Gawain killed a lone wolf. Now in most cases she would have been respected, but most had suspected her of being of cold-blood. Abysol had covered up times before for Gawain, but this had taken it too far.
Gawain was exiled, but that didn’t end it. The young, petite female came back countless times. She killed her father’s new mate when her mother died. Then she went after other females. It was then that her father sentenced her to death. No matter if she ran, or stood there and took it, she would die. Abysol was sent to kill her.
---
“You know I will fight back, brother,” She said softly as she stepped closer to Abysol. “Come on Aby, kill me,” She taunted him, her crystal blue eyes had taken on a pigment of red, or perhaps that was on in Abysol’s mind. He let out a soft growl, his stature raising to over Gawain’s head. “Come on, do as father says, as usual. You know you will never be alpha,” She growled as she lunged towards her brother. “Please Gawain, please stop,” He said as he stepped back.
“No,” She snarled diving in again and snapping closed on her brother’s leg. He suffered the pain in silence, but grabbed the female by her scruff ripping her away, and drawing blood. “Gawain, just stop,” He snarled as he grabbed her by the snout. He gave a jerk and her neck came forward. She twisted and grabbed onto his chest. She drew blood, but it tasted like pure trash to her.
She withdrew quickly, shaking her head. She usually loved to taste the blood as it spilled. This tasted sour, as if it has turned, she simply felt evil doing it. She turned quickly and loped a few yards away. “Aby I can’t do this,” She said softly, her ears twitching back. “What do you want me to do,” He snarled, his mind had closed out all else, as it usually did. “I…I don’t know,” She said quietly, her head lowered and her eyes darted to the ground. “Forgive me, Aby,” She said softly as she darted away. Through the meadows and through the creeks.
But Abysol knew it would be the last he saw of his sister. Weeks later three male wolves showed up. They claimed the were aligned with Gawain, and certainly smelled of her. They attacked and killed eight wolves, more then half the pack. But they were told to spare the alpha and the one that smelled like Gawain. So father and son were left, heart-broken, alone and with more then half of their territory gone. “I am sorry father, I didn’t kill her,” Abysol said as he lowered his head. Ready for his father to take his life also. “I shouldn’t have sent a son to kill his sister,” He said softly as he stood and walked away. Abysol didn’t follow and his father never came back.
Gawain and Abysol took their own packs, naming them after themselves. They thrived, both having a family, but Abysol never forgave Gawain for what she had done. He never attacked her, but he never forgave her. Ever since then it seemed the two packs were at odds, and I would guess with time things have grown terribly worse. The two have long been dead, nearly twenty years now, but the two packs still lived on, keeping the same names for the past twenty-five years.