Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall (Fel)
|Subject: Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall (Fel) July 17th 2014, 12:18|| |
Eneryx, it was strange name for a pack and yet the female was already taking a liking to the mostly flat lands that they inhabited. Still, the dark female would find bordom not only from her lack of friendliness but of the sheer fact that there was nothing really to do. Haunted still from the past that she not long ago escaped from and in her mind she could still see the elder's face who named her. How she spared his life for he had given her the life she so longed to have. Pandora would find herself comparing the ranks of her birth pack and the rank of this pack more often than not and although she knew what it mean to be a warrior, Pandora still found herself staring down others as she wandered around the pack and wondering if she would be forced to slaughter them as well. Although, Pandora wasn't forced to slaughter her family, she just did so with no intentions of feeling remorse, and there were no feelings as such when she would remember it. All that was painful was leaving behind the one male who cared for her, who practically raised her. Shaking her head, the female thought of these painful memories as a sign of weakness and trotted off into the neutral lands. Passing by unfamiliar faces and names she cared not to learn nor remember, she didn't even know the males name that had accepted her into the pack and she was okay with that.
Keeping quiet was the easy part but silencing her mind was the hardest of them all. Trying to stifle the remarks and comments of her subconscious just so she could manage to get through the day without thinking of eating someone. Again, not out of hunger but pleasure. The way it made her feel, how glorious it was to taste the blood of a friend of enemy, and to never know the feeling of remorse or any emotion at that. Love flowed through her veins once, it was when she was given the name Pandora, and although she cared deeply about the elder male she loved him like the father she wished she had but eventually it turned into respect and that respect was forcibly gone when she left. There would be no more. As she left the territories of Eneryx, she could smell the land borders of another pack which was not noticeable before and although curious she left it alone. It was none of her business to get meddled into the affairs of the packs that claimed the lands here. Pandora was a warrior now, an executioner still in her own eyes, but at least something now instead of a rogue to the cruel lands while alone. Yet, here she was again, alone as she traveled up the steep mountains which remained unnamed to her. Every turn, every rock was sharper than the last and her threaded carefully over the embankment with ease but sever caution. If one was to fall, that would be the end of a lineage she had not begun to share or embrace.
As she came to the top she could not help but feel overwhelmed by the sight, from here she could see everything and every wolf among the ground looked like fire ants that were slowly poisoning the earth, or so that's how she saw it. As a wolf, she knew that she was poison to the earth, to others, but at least she was smart enough to survive alone and strong enough to do so for long periods of time. The winter was going to be rough this year and as she would soon come upon the year mark of when the snow ran red, she would mourn in her own way but move on to bigger and better things as spring would approach with her third birthday. Still young, still vibrant, and ready to take on the world. Ear twitched to listen around her, various sounds would capture her attention but nothing would make her move. So used to standing still, so used to never moving unless told too, and like a bad habit she stayed there seated at the top of the mountain. Waiting... for what you may ask? A captain to help her steer her ship home. Someone to come along and just be a friend, something she had once, but was now gone. This made Pandora think as to if the elder was still alive or if her brother's had killed him too. The two males growing up followed the orders of their sister, but when she turned her back on them would they have turned their back on her. Broke her law, her word and killed the one thing she cared about. The silent wolf's mind scoffed at her thoughts but she didn't move, the chest cavity barely moved as she breathed in the sharp bitter air. Black fur tussled in the wind as she closed her eyes and let nature take over her soul.
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|Subject: Re: Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall (Fel) August 7th 2014, 19:32|| |
((Terribly sorry for the long wait. I had irl things to attend to. I hope you haven't lost all interest in this! *hugs*))
Fel once more was away at the isle, where she found herself travelling increasingly often. Next time she went adventuring, she decided she would visit another destination. Yet there was something that drew her to these mountains. By now she had scouted out the best and most reliable trails or made her own when such wonderful gifts did not fall onto the path her paws chose. To make her way back to the foothills, she chose the high road. Literally. The guardian marched her way up to the peak of a ridge of the mountain range. She knew that they were all connected at varying intervals. Not only would following those peaks give her the optimal vantage point for her road home, but the roaring winds would blast at her pelt more frequently. Fel inherently loved the cold forces attempting to pierce her well-adapted fur. It was an attack of sorts, one she was immune to.
As she made her way up to the nearest peak, paws moving silently with expertise across the dangerous rocks, a scent bombarded her. Enemy female. It honestly did not matter whether she was from the rival or not… Fel wasn’t too happy to find anyone here. She simply hoped it would not be a small, weak wolf who, like a cat, scattered up a tree and could not get back down. Any decent individual would retrieve the victim and safely return them to a comfortable environment. But Fel was no savior. She would simply shove them off the tree – or in this case, the mountain. The weak did not belong in such places. Yet, as the stranger finally came into view, Fel was somewhat pleased. The fae was large, and judging by the sleek shimmer of her pelt, much younger than she. Fel had come up behind her as she was evidently in the middle of enjoying the scenery. The guardian approached calmly, though the power in her body and wisdom from her age filled her frame and formed her into a tall, silently confident canine. Fel’s raven fur was still smooth and very long, swaying gently as she moved. It lacked youth’s brilliant luster, but still shone in a respectable condition. Her face seemed perfectly carved for her body, complete with a wide, powerful muzzle that began to pepper white with the passing of years. Her features were emotionless, revealing nothing about her. Colourless eyes watched the other wolf, who Fel was sure had heard her last few quiet steps. In a smooth, deep voice, her words rolled across the air with the same chilling characteristic of ice, “Enjoying the view, fae?” Fel halted with a decent distance between the two of them, her stance tall but not aggressive. She was trained to always be on guard, though she doubted this wolf was naïve enough to instigate a duel atop a mountain. Regardless, her muscles were found in a constant state of preparation; her frozen orbs watched the other’s movements. Returning to silence, she awaited an answer.
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|Subject: Re: Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall (Fel) August 9th 2014, 19:51|| |
Slow motion. The female's head turned in the direction of an unfamiliar scent and the sounds of foot steps crunching into the snow covered caps. Devoid of any emotion the new female to eneryx gazed upon the approaching wolf and it wasn't' until the stranger came into view did Pandora feel like she was looking through time. It dazed her for a moment and near stunned her mind that another could look so similar, yet be so different. The only real difference being age for she could notice the greying muzzle as it drew to a near distance before stopping. Highly regal, Pandora couldn't help but think this to herself, and added too it how poise she was. It reminded the female of herself, the way one holds themselves in the conduct of others, as a leader and confidant to those who best needed it. True, it was like seeing the future and Pandora couldn't help but let her mind twist a cunning smile. Although her body did not move, the large head stay turned to it's side as the wind once again brustled her fur, sending the muscle to contort and ripple the silky pelt. For a brief moment, Pandora felt a little too proud for her own good, but she that in time she too would stand much like the female before her. A mind raced as she listened to the voice of the stranger and she turned her back to look over the mountain's ledge. There was no threat from her end, she just longed to think, and she held her pose while standing at attention.
Then, as if the wind carried it from the open air, her voice graced the sky. Not one to normally speak, Pandora found it difficult to really convey any thoughts to the stranger. "Yes." It was far too simple and crass but it was an answer to what she felt as a direct order. A whole life spent of taking orders and giving orders, she spoke far too proper and in a military form that she someone sounded robotic. A brainwashed killer, she knew nothing else except for love. A balance not so easily obtained for she wasn't even sure if she knew what love was and couldn't see the point in anything else than death. It was torturous but she longed for her new life in Eneryx, a chance to start over and ease on the murder, and most of all find herself. Something she was stripped of as a child for all she was, was a drone. Pandora kept her eyes over the horizon and sighed briefly. It was shallow but it did the trick. Words again, soft and quiet spoke out, "Friend or foe?" . The words slithered out of her mouth as she slowly turned her onyx head back to the female, she felt demonic. A host to the devil himself as she looked at the emotionless eyes staring back at her. Was this fate, meeting her twin? Pandora smiled again in her mind, the picture painting of damage and wreckage around her and rivers of blood, and she laughed heavily to the thought of them becoming a slaughter house team. It was sickening how mentally damaged she was. She waited, every muscle holding for a response from the stranger.
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Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall (Fel)