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Post by Icer on Oct 4, 2012 18:35:48 GMT -5
Onyx sighed deeply as he finally squeezed through the narrow gap that led out of that morbid cave. However, he tripped over the debris, as he was still favoring his hind leg. He found himself tumbling down the rocks, hitting himself quite hard against the jagged rocks in quite a few places. He felt sticky from blood at the bottom of the hill. To make matters worse, he was covered in a bluish grey powder. He sneezed, letting his head drop limply against the white substance. Why him? Why bother?
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Post by Epithet on Oct 6, 2012 15:20:12 GMT -5
"Easy pup". He said very gently."Im not here to hurt you. Im here to help you. So stop moping and think. What did your parents teach you? what would they have you do?"
Off in the distance Ethel thought she heard a howl.
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Post by Epithet on Oct 6, 2012 15:24:43 GMT -5
Onyx,
Onyx sat there, feeling lost and hurt. the sun felt warm however, and the sounds of prey were everywhere. He even heard the sound of the small stream where the water was cold but good, and the fish would almost jump right into your mouth during spawning season... which he knew was now.
Which was why His pack had chosen to come here this time of year. Despite all the death around him, he still saw life every where.
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Post by sierra on Oct 6, 2012 15:25:57 GMT -5
Ethel pinned her ears and trotted forward towards the howl. She kept growling the entire way. If anything else big happened to her, she would probably snap. Ethel reached a small clearing with a large rock outcropping to her right. She sat and waited to hear any other signs of life.
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Post by Epithet on Oct 6, 2012 15:48:58 GMT -5
Briallen,
Briallen and the rest of her family as well as a few females had split from their pack as would happen sometimes when packs got to big. It was a welcome split, Her father and mother would be the new alphas, and the others and joined willingly. They had seen the little valley a few seasons back, and scouted it out. there were no wolves there. It would be perfect to start a new pack in. It was a bit small, but since the pack itself was small, it was not to bad. And since there were only two ways into the small bowl it was perfect.
One way was the high trail they were taking. A small trail cut through rock by ice, that would be impossible to cross in the winter. and another that was at the other end of the valley, that lead through a small cave to a bigger valley where a pack of wolves laid claimed.
To Briallen, the sky was a brilliant blue, the valley just coming into view a wonderful panorama, of vibrant colors and scents. this was going to be a very good place to start with a new pack.
Then the ground started shaking, softly at first, the more roughly. "Run for it" her father screamed" With that the pack took of running for the small valley.
The rock trail seemed to heave and growl as if alive, massive rocks, and fine white granite dust fell from its walls. Then it seemed as if the earth itself were trying to crush everything it could reach. the pack was swept up in a torrent of rock and dust, then broken trees, and earth, and anything that got in the way.
Later Briallen came to, the little valley was quiet. She could see the trail she had come down was now blocked and impassable. Everything was different looking as well. at first she didn't understand. Slowly she realized however, the color had been leached out of her vision. everything was now just shades of grey.
She was lying on a mound of broken rock, earth and debris. there was no sign of any of her pack, but from the size of the mound, she could guess were they were.
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Post by Epithet on Oct 6, 2012 17:27:12 GMT -5
Ethel,
Ethel stood on the large rocky outcrop, the howl didn't resound. the sunlight however felt good, it streamed down, reminding her that not everything was wrong with the world. She could hear faint sounds of life, as things started to creep out of their hiding places and resume their places in the natural order of things.
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Post by Cojo on Oct 6, 2012 18:48:25 GMT -5
Briallen opened her eyes, immediately trying to make sense of what had happened. She remembered trotting down the trail to the valley that was going to be their new territory, and the ground beneath her feet beginning to shake. Her father shouted for the pack to run, and then...the last she remembered was a wall of rock and debris caving in on them.
She glanced around. Somehow, she'd ended up at the top of the heap, rather than crushed beneath it like the others. She allowed herself a moment of sorrow for them; her father and mother, her brothers and their new mates. But it was impractical to dwell. They were gone, and there was nothing now she could do for them.
She climbed to her feet, swaying dizzily for a second. Her entire body felt like one huge bruise. She guessed she'd probably hit her head too, which would account for her dizziness. It was only when her head stopped swirling that she realized something was different. The world. Where were the colors?
No. She stopped herself, as further realization struck her. Not the world.
Her sight.
Colors still existed. She just couldn't see them. And what was worse, she had no memories left of them either.
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Post by sierra on Oct 6, 2012 20:24:41 GMT -5
Ethel stood on the large boulder proudly, her head held high. The breeze caught her velvety coat and tossed it around in a pattern of circles. The wolf felt... odd. How could she be the only one of her kind to survive? Was she the only one of her kind alive? She threw her regal head back and howled. The sound translated to 'Calling all wolves. Please converge at this point'. The way Ethel saw it, the only way to stay sane was to start over completely. She was the alpha of her old pack, so, if there were others out there, then she wanted to get them into a pack and be their leader. Be the alpha. It seemed to be the only option. The only way for her kind to survive.
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Post by Epithet on Oct 16, 2012 20:38:15 GMT -5
Briallien,
The valley now seemed peaceful, the dust had finally settled. her eyesight was a bit strange to get used to, but other then that, and the loss of her pack, everything seemed quiet.
(Whats Brialliens next move?)
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Post by Epithet on Oct 16, 2012 20:39:35 GMT -5
Ethel
The voices seemed to be quiet, she has a new sense of purpose.
(What does Ethel intend to do next?)
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Post by Epithet on Oct 16, 2012 20:42:16 GMT -5
Onyx,
Onyx sat there, feeling lost and hurt. the sun felt warm however, and the sounds of prey were everywhere. He even heard the sound of the small stream where the water was cold but good, and the fish would almost jump right into your mouth during spawning season... which he knew was now.
Which was why His pack had chosen to come here this time of year. Despite all the death around him, he still saw life every where.
(what does Onyx plan to do?)
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Post by Cojo on Oct 17, 2012 22:25:40 GMT -5
Briallen shook her head, as if that would help clear her vision, though knowing it wouldn't. Fast, she was already beginning to feel that she'd always seen this way and no other. She took a moment to turn in a slow circle, taking in the world as she now saw it. Her vision seemed sharper than before, or maybe it was just her imagination. No...the edges of every shape, every rock and tree, were clearly defined. In her memory, her idea of the way she used to see seemed...blurry. Smeared.
Interesting, she thought.
But now. She couldn't stay here. She was alone. She had to continue on without her family. The giant mound of rubble that marked their place of death also blocked one of the only two ways in and out of this valley. She couldn't go back the way she'd come, so she would go forward. At the other end of the valley was a cave that led to a larger valley, or so her father's scouts said. That valley was supposed to be inhabited by another pack of wolves. Maybe they would let her join them. Or mabe they'd been affected by the strange earthquake as well. They may very well be buried under heaps of rock and debris too. In which case, Briallen would just have to continue on her own once more. Her path was decided then. She set off at a brisk trot.
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Post by Icer on Oct 28, 2012 18:32:06 GMT -5
Onyx stood up. There was no sense in wallowing in his self-pity. Time to find food, water, and somewhere to sleep for the night. He took in a deep breath, and was reluctant to move from his spot where the sun had warmed his fur, but he knew the longer he stayed there the less prepared he would be. He sneezed, still feeling like some of the dust was in his lungs, and trotted off towards the direction he heard water. He neared the sound of the stream, and was relieved to find it. Finally something had gone right for him. He waded into the cold water and took a long drink, rolling over on the bank and getting wet and muddy. It felt good, he thought. Refreshing. After a while he stood and shook his fur, amused with himself at the look of his reflection in the water. The thing that still confused him though, was the fact that he was still blue. Wouldn't it make sense for him to be his old colors again? But no, as if the dust was still on his fur, light blue colors faded into his coat. He sighed, and lifted his muzzle to smell the wind for prey. (Wasn't sure. I was waiting for some kind of prompt from you, and that worked  |
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Post by sierra on Oct 29, 2012 20:34:08 GMT -5
Ethel's call out into the wilds went unanswered and this deeply saddened her. Was she destined to live out her life as the sole survivor of her kind, with no chance to reproduce? The wolf bowed her head in loneliness and trotted off the rock outcropping. She sniffed around the area and soon came upon a very large, deep cave. A small waterfall covered part of the entrance. It was cold and slightly damp inside, but it reminded her of her packs old home, which had been very large and spacey. She would have to work on the damp and cold part, but with a little help, then cave could become her warm home. The wolf's tail wagged once and she traveled back out in search of dry pine needles and grass for bedding.
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Post by Epithet on Nov 3, 2012 21:50:47 GMT -5
Briellen,
Moving quickly, the strange black and white vision seemed to help and hinder. Things were indeed sharper, and movement of any kind seems to draw the wolfs vision. However, she also realized that a lot of things were hard to differentiate. It was like a 1000 subtle shade of grey all different, but so similar it was so hard to tell apart. She knew that with time things would become easier.
Passing through the small valley, she saw that it would have been a perfect place for a new pack. Maybe one day it will be a home for one.
Something kept tricking her vision as she neared the cave. it was like shadows of silver and grey, danced at the edge of her sight. When she looked however she saw nothing. They were there however, her strange sight seemed to catch them from the corners of her eyes. She was being followed. By what she didn't know, but, she did know it was true.
The cave enterence loomed wide and dark. a deep grey and black hole that lead through a mountain and to another valley. The air inside smelled slightly damp, and the breeze coming from within was chill.
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Post by Epithet on Nov 3, 2012 22:01:11 GMT -5
Onyx,
Refreshed and in better spirits after his bath and mud roll, sought out prey for a meal.
At first it was difficult, His sense of smell muted now. he had to rely on sight and sound more then he was used to. Still he caught sight of a hare, hiding in the brush. He was making his way to a good spot, when somewhere, very faintly, he heard a wolfs howl. It was so far away he could not tell if it was male or female. But he did know it was from a wolf.
Then briefly, the oddest thing happened. He caught the scent of a female wolf, and the scent of trees and foliage. That seemed impossible, First because he had a hard time smelling. Second because if he remembered correctly, the smell came from a valley his pack had come through, but that valley was at least a good 6 hours run from here. He knew a wolfs howl could travel that far, if the wind was just right. But no smell could have. It would have been lost.
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Post by Epithet on Nov 3, 2012 22:08:12 GMT -5
Ethel,
Moved around the vale, gathering bedding. her step was lighter then a few hours ago. The voices had not talked again. She knew however that they were there. sleeping in her head. It was like part of her pack still survived in some small way.
There was however a presence she could feel. It was part of her now. like the others, but it wasn't part of her pack. She thought it may be one of the shadow, smoke things that had attacked . It said nothing, it just watched through her eyes and kept alert. She wasn't even sure it could speak like the others. but she was sure that it was intelligent.
It also seemed to be able to stay alert when the others slept. It was always watching.
Finding enough bedding she sighed with relief. at least the cave would be cozy now.
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Post by Cojo on Nov 3, 2012 23:06:43 GMT -5
Briallen whipped her head to the left as once again a silvery shadow flickered at the corners of her vision, trying to zero in on them. But like the times before, when she looked straight at the place she could have sworn she'd seen something, there was nothing.
She scowled and faced forward. She would work this problem out in her head and see if it made any logical sense at all. Paranoia was out of the question.
So assume first that I am not seeing shadows, that I only think I am. Which would mean that either my brain is malfunctioning or my eyes are. The fact that I am using logic and reasoning to work this out means that my brain is obviously not the problem. And I am already aware that something has changed with the way I see. My eyes then.
Now. Are my eyes in fact seeing things that aren't there? Or are they? Briallen paused, one paw lifted, a look of intense concentration on her face as she puzzled this through.
As far as I can tell, the only thing that has changed is color. There isn't anything wrong with the way I see, it's just different than before. Better, even. So, going on that, if something is moving, then something is there.
She nodded decisively to herself, her face clearing, then cast a sharp glance around her. The fur on her ruff began to bristle. She was being followed then. She had reached the mouth of the cave now, and it loomed over her, dark and ominous. She cast another glance over her shoulder, disliking having to walk inside not knowing what crept after her. She lifted her lip in a silent, defiant snarl at her invisible shadowers, then raised her head and trotted into the cave, repressing the urge to shudder at the dank breeze that blew through her fur.
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Post by sierra on Nov 4, 2012 22:02:14 GMT -5
Ethel sat in the bed of needles, in her cave, and stared outside. She felt as if she could just sit here and watch out the entrance of this den forever. Nothing could change. Just sitting here, waiting for something, anything to happen. Her tail flicked back and forth and she decided that that was just what she was going to do. Sit here and watch the outside. At least for a while.
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Post by Icer on Nov 7, 2012 20:00:55 GMT -5
Onyx's eyes flickered through the trees, a bit edgy. The howl sounded faint and far away, and yet he caught the scent of a she wolf nearby. The howl wasn't odd in it of itself, nor was the scent, but nothing added up. The howl was far away, that much was clear. However how could the scent of a wolf be so close and strong and he hadn't have heard them simply walking? And it had to be close, that was the only thing that would make sense. Perhaps it could have been farther away had his nose been better, but if he had trouble even catching a scent of prey, he wondered where the she wolf was lurking. He spun in a circle quickly, scanning the trees, ears flicking to and fro, trying to make the best out his other senses when his sense of smell was lacking. It felt strange relying on other senses, but then again it felt natural, as he knew it was less reliable to him now.
He let out a low, quiet growl, frustrated by not being able to pinpoint the stranger as he continued circling.
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