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&& you remind me of what i really am IP: 12.231.36.2 Posted on May 9, 2013 at 02:32:58 AM by Devil May Cry
The packs of Moladian have been through a lot recently. Glorall has lost an alpha and so has Iromar. Changes have taken place but Diveen stands still. I have grown quite loyal to this never changing place full of ravines and plateaus, reminders of my old domain Paracon joined together with the pride and glory of my friend Heyel, Trenus. This worked out perfectly for us. We were neighbors before, friends who thought a like in some things because of our background. This way, we can see a lot more of each other if we choose it. Now, I don't know about Heyel but I'm a private wolf most of the time, choosing solitude over company most of the time but he seems to like the attention. All in all, we haven't seen each other probably anymore than we would have should we have stayed neighbors instead of pack mates but that's okay. We come together when it's needed. I don't hear her approach but rather, I sense the approach of one trained in the Art. I know that Isola does not choose to be an assassin as her father but I'm sure she's picked up tips all the same. She rubs her fur against mine as she steps past. I don't let go of my stiffened position, eyes too attuned to the Iromar wolf before me, the one that smells strangely familiar. I can't take my eyes away from her own uncanny gold ones. Gold is not a rare color of eyes for a wolf. Something that stands out more would be lavender like Heyel's line of wolves but gold is a common eye color for wolves, so why does the color of her eyes set me off like a ticking bomb? I only half listen to Isola's warning, telling the wolf to get out of her sight or she'll let me loose on her. I lick my lips at the cue, hackles bristling more as a snarl rolls off my tongue. Isola then turns her attention to the wounded wolf. The moment she says the name though, my head jerks up, eyes widening in shock as I stare at Isola and the other wolf. Fathom? But not mine. Her eyes are different and the last time I heard, wolves couldn't change their eye color. Time can sometimes but that's usually only from newborns to one year olds. Surely she would have looked for me before, let me know that she was of my blood. I don't smell anything familiar about her, but maybe that's why I keep looking at the wolf with gold eyes. Maybe it's the wounded Fathom I'm smelling. Could it be? I watch Isola hand poppy seeds over to her, my eyes ever watchful though I'm careful to keep one ear on the stranger the whole time in case she gets any wise ideas. I snap my eyes back to the wounded...Fathom?...as she mouths one word: Home. She sounds oh so weak but the voice...the voice is not of my precious Fathom, my daughter. Who is this stranger and why does she have the name of my daughter? When did she join Diveen? Did Kane know about this? He used to watch over his half sister. Surely he would have told me if she returned. I've thought her dead this whole time. I watch intently as she shudders beneath Isola's touch, seemingly relieved at her presence yet she didn't react to my voice except to say that she's home. Surely the Fathom I know would have cursed me out by now or something, not something so docile as saying she's home. No, this is not the Fathom I know and the scent is not the Fathom I know. I am bewildered at this new discovery. I watch with bated breath as Fathom slowly gets to her paws, holding her paw up, looking miserable, her face full of pain. This cannot be the Fathom I know. She would stand tall, no matter the pain. She would never show it, no matter what. I listen as she tells Isola that she was attacked in the Crater by a wolf with black eyes. It doesn't describe the stranger before me so I guess she wasn't attacked by her. Still, she shouldn't be here. Something in my gut is twisting at all this but I don't know what is causing my sudden panic. Why can't I think straight? Suddenly she starts toward the strange female before me, telling her that she was taking Fathom to him, the demon, I suppose. My brow rises in sudden surprise but I make a move between the two, not wanting to risk her getting hurt anymore. The stranger acts oddly. Her reaction to my approach is to grin of all things, a taunting grin, as if she's in any condition to kill me should she waste the breath to try. I am thrown by her words though. She is making it sound like she helped Fathom, that she dragged her into Diveen because no one showed up. She says that she came here to die. My adrenaline rushes into my veins. Finally, someone I can kill. And yet somewhere in my gut, I feel hesitation to do so. My first thought is distress. I haven't imprinted again, have I? No, a wolf can only imprint once unless the case of death. I have imprinted three times already but Natalya should be my first and last. I am still haunted by the dream where she went up in flame but I refuse to believe any meaning out of it. She is still alive and well in Glorall. I will go see for myself just to make sure.
"We are not here to argue over who saw her first. You are not welcome here. You came to die? Good, because I showed up to kill." My voice is rippled with snarls, hard edged, my eyes narrowed in anger. I just woke up from a horrible dream and this can only make my day better. I can tell that she's growing weaker by the second, yet she stands strong, hating each of us. I can see it in her eyes. Suddenly she starts laughing and I tilt my head, hints of amusement in my eyes even as pity starts to make its way to the surface. How can a wolf stand here and ridicule us, yet tell us that she plans on dying? What could have happened to her to make her want this? Who would want an end like this? I have to correct myself, my heart falling. Natalya would want a death like this. I would choose a death like this. Standing proud, still willing to fight till the end. Laughing in the face of death. That's in our blood, the blood of assassins, killers, junkies till the end. She seems amused by something, perhaps something Isola said? My eyes show puzzlement as she starts mocking the girl, saying who would name their daughter Fathom. I wouldn't think much of it, just a mad wolf raving, but her eyes turn to me as she emphasizes the name, her eyes seeming to pierce right through me and suddenly it's hard to catch my breath. I stare hard right back into her eyes, willing my gut to be wrong. No...it can't be...She spits blood at me and I jerk at the gesture as if she bit me. I don't even feel the warmth of the fresh blood on my coat, still unable to look away from her burning gold eyes. She looks wobbly suddenly and I have the sudden impulse to step to her, to let her lean on me. I hold back, still caught in the throes of this. It couldn't really be her, could it? My heart is in my throat, my eyes penetrating, as if I can see right through her to see my answer. She starts forward but her hind end gives out, leaving her to sit awkwardly, but her front legs hold her up with determination. She starts babbling to Fathom, telling her her name and then says something about her own name being League now, but I catch the two words before her name, something about "once that." As in once Fathom? I jerk back again as if slapped, hackles smoothing as my own legs suddenly wobble like I'm the one dying. She falls forward and without further ado, I'm at her head, leaning my muzzle down to slowly nose her muzzle, inhaling her thick perfume as I close my eyes, drinking it in like a heady concoction. My theories are confirmed as I can smell her and I never forget scents, especially the scents of the ones I watched from birth. This is the puppy I cleaned when she was born because Natalya couldn't. This is the puppy I watched grow, the puppy I trained myself, the daughter who was going to do so much. When my eyes open, they are watery with unshed tears, something rare for a wolf such as myself. My tail lowers, all adrenaline sapping from my system at this discovery as I can also smell the death creeping up on her figure. She's dying, my daughter dying right before my eyes. I nudge my nose gently into her muzzle, willing her to find life's embrace and come back to me. Instead she speaks again, telling me that she trained, that she ruled and that she came back to show me that Fathom still lives. I am choked into silence as she starts seizing and my breath inhales sharply in a gasp as I react, pressing my chest into her body gently, just enough to hold her as still as I can. I put my muzzle to her ear, whispering urgently but gently.
"Come back to me, please come back to me. Don't go out like this. I am so proud of you. Please come back and let me show you, show you the father I can be. Please, Fathom...please." Tears fall blindly down my cheeks as I whisper. I've forgotten about the injured wolf just feet from me, the alpha, my son's mate standing close by. All is blurred out of vision but the dying daughter beneath me, the daughter that I could loose the second I get her back. This is the Fathom I know and remember, this is the Fathom I love. A father shouldn't bury their daughter. That's just not they way it should be. Zeteri, Stella, Cordova, Capone. All I've had to say good bye to. I've said good bye to Fathom too, but this changes everything. What have I done to deserve this?
Lightning Queen
The Queen of Diveen. She may accept all challenges and block any steal. She is the sworn protector of the pack and all who reside here.
Thunder King
The Lightning Queen's mate and second-in-comman. He may accept any challenge and block all steals. He may accept new members. This position cannot be challenged for but is currently empty.
Whirlwind
This rank belongs to the closest advisor to the Lightning Queen. This wolf can block steals and accept new members. When there is no Thunder King, this rank may accept challenges. This rank cannot be challenged for.
Stormfront
These wolves are the protectors of the borders and are personal guards to the Lightning Queen. They may help to gauge new wolves and are essentially the domestic protector. In certain times they may be called upon to resolve domestic disputes, but generally they are tasked with watching the borders or staying close to the Lightning Queen. At times, information may need to be brought to the Stormfront who will personally deliver messages to the Lightning Queen.
Quake
The Quake is the lead warrior and in charge of the Tremors, who make up the brute force of the pack. This wolf is a protector of the borders and may accept new wolves. They may be called upon to help gauge a new member. They train the Tremors. Haze
The Haze is the head thief and secret keeper of the pack, charged with acting in the pack’s best interest and operating with a low profile. They train the Mists. They also act as a scout, relaying and finding out information. They work closely with the Tsunami. This wolf may block steals. Monsoon
The Monsoon is the lead healer and caregiver of the pack. They are tasked with healing wounds, assisting with births, and making sure that the pack remains happy and healthy both mentally and physically. They may also be called upon to boost morale through storytelling or other means. They train the Rains. Tsunami
The Tsunami is the lead diplomat and peacekeeper, tasked with protecting the pack from internal and external strife, as well as form treaties and ally with other packs in conjunction with the Lightning Queen and Whirlwind. They report directly to the Lightning Queen, and train the Tides. Blizzard
The Blizzard works closely with the Haze, but is more of an information gatherer. They may act as a thief at times, but are largely tasked with spying and scouting, reporting their findings to their superiors. Hurricane
The Hurricane is the head hunter of the pack. They train the Wind and organize pack hunts.
Rainbow
This wolf is the joker of the pack. Their job is to bring a smile to everyone's face and try to keep a light mood. They will be tasked with caring for pups and keeping an eye on them. They are the keeper of all types of fun and games for the pack. Gale
The Gale is concerned mostly with keeping track of the history of the pack, collecting stories and learning of events that might have happened long ago. They might tell history as stories to pups or create events in honor of those who have gone before.
Tremors
These wolves report to the Quake and make up the protectors and warriors of the pack.
Mists
The agents of the Haze, these wolves are tasked with maintaining order through more secretive means.
Tides
The Tides are diplomats and report to the Tsunami, they may be tasked with updating treaties or contacting allies.
Rains
These are the healers and caregivers of the pack, and they report to the Monsoon. They may be called upon as healers or babysitters. Winds
These are the hunters of the pack, responsible for feeding each member. They report to the Hurricane. Snows
These are the scouts of the pack, reporting to the Blizzard- they are involved with information gathering, both internal and external, and may be called upon as guerilla fighters of sorts should the time come.
Dusk
The general members of the pack, those who have not yet chosen a path or rank. However, they are still highly valued and may be called upon for other things.
Twilight
The apprentices of the pack, pups older than one who are in training.
Dawn
The innocence and the future of our pack.
Day
Esteemed guests of the pack.
Sun
Those allied with the pack, to be treated with respect and offered assistance.
Moon
Those who shine down upon us and guide us with their light.
Eclipsed
Those who have proven themselves enemies of the pack, they should not be trusted.
