A Fearful Conscience (Enigma)

Title: A Fearful Conscience
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Salvatore - March 23, 2008 06:41 PM (GMT)

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Tachella was like a fluttery butterfly, zipping across the dim evening light as she followed a white stripey shadow. She was no hawk, no falcon, no easy flying bird, her miniature wings propelled her miniature body in a helter skelter sort of way as she tried to follow him. he was so very fast when hunting, and it was to hard to hold onto his horns when he ran like this. Plus it was far too bloody for her and often a wrestling match ensued. She had no idea what he was hunting right now, all she could see was his figure dodging trees, over under, around, behind, and in the dim evening light it didn’t help to follow him. it had been a long chase too, one that had spanned a mile or so in their new home. In fact, both the large wolf and the bird were paying no attention to where they were going, btu only pursued there own victims in turn. When finally she saw the dust rise where the wolf stopped and scurried did she stop to look where they were. Mystified and a bit frightened by the desolate scene, she fluttered down to land a few feet from the boy.
 
Averting her eyes for the moment, Tachella tried to make sense of where they had run too. How could they not have noticed? Ominous dark figures not earth made sprouted up in ever direction, but their dilapidated states suggested they were very old. The little guardian for some reason did not like the place, and so turned to face the Italian wolf, no matter how much she regretted it afterward. It wasn’t Salvatore Valentino’s fault killing his meals were messy. He looked down at her, his chin soaked in the blood of the rabbit he had just caught. Most of the creature was eaten, and he was obviously done. Smiling down at the Tanager who looked incredibly sick, he began to clean himself
"Bella, I have to eat. You cannot blame me if it’s messier than eating worms."
 
 no matter you brute. Look where you’ve taken us…oh, I don’t like it at all. Many a bad thing happened here, I can feel it…oh, it is shadows and yes it was shadows. It didn’t make sense grammatically, but the brute understood. As the little green bird came to hide between his ears, Salvatore lifted his great and elegant head upward. A statue stood there, one made of stone and missing parts. Moss covered the bulk of it, and it was leaning off to a side. A large wall stood beside it, all the windows were missing. If Sal had known what a church was, he would have known this was an old dilapidated one. Fascinated, the purple eyed male stepped forward to eye the statue. It was of a humanoid creature on two legs, holding a book, but his face was worn and torn. Tachella continued to urge him to leave, twittering in fear at his ear…but, the monk was far to intrigued by the silence and beauty of the place to leave. Well, not beauty…it was old. But he figured something fascinating had happened here. Turning, he plodded over ruined wood and past the destroyed carcass of his meal. In the dim light of dusk, it did seem the place haunted, but the spike backed male paid no attention…on they walked, the silence of the place sending Tachella into twittering more urgently. "Chella..do you hear that? whatever could it be? " a ghost, Salvatore. oh Dio, depravato umore vivo qui* it will eat our souls she said in warning. It may have been true, but Salvatore thought her silly. But, he was wary…who knew, maybe this place was haunted.
 
(My horrible Italian translation. Means “Oh lord, evil resides here.”)

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Surii - March 27, 2008 10:04 PM (GMT)

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This evening, like all the rest, was a quiet one. A small female wolf was lounging along a stone fountain, looking at the stars through the dirty water. She was of a slender figure and rather petite for a wolf, but the most abnormal thing about her was her vibrant cyan hued pelt with her teal paws. In the moonlight, there was a tealish glow around the edges of her pelt, it gave her a whimsical look; though she thought she looked like radioactive waste. Perhaps even more peculiar, was the tangerine that stuck out like a sore thumb against her pelt. They seemed more striking than regular orange eyes, she was often told it was the lively sparkle in her eyes; the fem had absolutely no idea what they had meant by that. 
The water rippled slowly, distorting the image of the starlit sky. Her orange eyes shot up to see a large swan swimming around the center of the fountain towards her. A grin of sincere joy at seeing him etched itself on her face. He was a beautiful creature, with his clean white feathers and his prominent orange beak with threads of black around his eyes. He was clearly a mute swan if anyone had seen one, a full grown male; and ever so slightly more mature than she. She fought the painful urge to tease him about his disdained expression, he wasn't happy about settling at the fountain for the evening. "Why would you want to camp out at a place that used to be swarming with humans?", had been his reasoning. She thought it a knowledgeable point, she just found it a landmark and if they ever got lost at least she'd know her way around the town. 

"Surii, what are you thinking about?" He murmured, obviously unnerved by her staring. She shrugged casually and adverted her gaze, her peripherals not missing his advancement towards her. She smiled again, he had always been concerned about how she would deal with their being alone. The two of them did better with close friends. But that was all in the past, and they were alone for now. She knew he didn't like the idea of it, but she didn't know what else to do for them. So far they had done good on their own, no one had ever tried to attack her or her spirit guide. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a couple strange noises. Surii lifted her blue face and directed it in the direction of the sounds. One sounded like a rather deep rumbling voice, the other sounded like a high-pitched twitter. This definitely peaked her interest, she raised her self up off the fountain wall and started to walk towards the strangers. Where do you think you are going?" Was the last thing she heard Otto shout, before she rounded a corner and the sounds grew louder. 

It was at that point she noted the high-pitched twitter was a voice as well, that of a small creature she assumed. It spoke some foreign words and then mentioned the eating of their souls. The deeper voice was trying to hush its accomplice, without much success. Surii felt herself grin, they must think this area was full of angry spirits. She hid herself in the shadow of a deserted building, thinking about whether she should be kind to them, or if she should have a little fun of her own. She, of course, went with fun. She stuck her head out of the shadows just enough for her cyan blue fur to catch their eyes. She tried to train her expression to be mellow, even though the male's hulk-like size was enough to send a chill of nervousness down her spine. She quickly shrugged it off and murmured coyly, "I much prefer deer meat to souls, personally."</div>[/dohtml]

Rhayven - March 30, 2008 11:49 PM (GMT)

OOC:// Can I join in as well?? This sounds like fun!!

IC://
Her black mass hustles through the brush. Her sleek form pushing through the thick bushes and shrubs that marked her path. Her tiara was held low as hurried on. Her violet banner swung swiftly behind her. her jaws moved as she muttered to herself. Angry with her earlier hunt. Her white forepaws were splashed with mud from her long trek. It hadn't actually been that long. It just seemed long to her. A black raven fluttered from branch to branch. Trying to keep up with the wolf, yet rest. He had done a lot of flying and was tired of the journey. His feathered wings flapped, dropping feathers along the trampled path the wolf had made. His voice wafted down to the fem. His vocals set in a whining tone. Please mistress. May we rest. I am getting awfully tired. The raven continued hopping from tree to tree. Ebony wings still flapping to aid in his jumps.

The female ignored the bird. Her brow creased into a frown as she quickened her pace. Her paws tramping loudly on the earthen ground, expressing her rage. Not moving her her head to look up at the flying creature, she spoke. Her words like darts. What the heck Rozz! I should have known I was standing upwind. God I'm so stupid! She slapped her paw at a low dangling branch. Her force causing the twig to snap, and fly onto the path before her. Her teeth clenched together as she trampled over the twig. She quickened to a light jog, paying no attention to here spirit raven. The raven, noticing his mistress leaving, took to flight. His leather wings spread wide as he glided down form the trees. His large mass hovered, landing lightly on the wolf's back. He opened his beak to speak, only to be shaken off by the femora,s quick trot. He took back to flight, gliding lightly beside the wolf. He dark hue matching hers. Mi' lady, it was not your fault. I should have warned you of the wind. Tis my fault, not yours. The wolf grunted, turning her head from the bird.

A long silence filled the wood as the pair continue their quick pace through the trees. The fem's coat was damp from the morning dew that lay among the ferns, nestled in the heart of the small forest. The raven broke the silence, his voice was loud. It took a moment for the fea to realize it was the bird speaking.Mistress, I think- The bird ceased his speech as he noted the wolf stop. Her lobe were pricked forward, listening. The raven landed upon the dirt ground. His black wings held close to his body. His mass moved back and forth as he waddled to hte wolf's feet. The birds tone was hushed as he spoke. What is- Again he was cut of by the femmora. She had shushed him, putting a paw across his chest to stop him from moving. Her icy globes squinted through the brush. She advanced forward, her paws landing lightly, barely making a sound, though the ground was littered with twigs and dried leaves. A somewhat disappointed look came upon her maw, as she noticed a wolf. His stature was large, and his small bird accomplice, was twittering to him. Damn... She whispered to herself. She had hoped the bird was alone. Her appetite was insatiable, and the small critter would have been an easy meal.

The fea almost jumped as a voice echoed from inside, the what looked like, a deserted human building. She had never really seen one, but had heard rumors. A slight smile fell upon her maw, as she realized it was a joke. She wasn't fooled that easily. She beaconed the raven behind her over with a flick of her tail. The bird waddled up next to her, peering through the brush as well. Rozz. Do me a favor please. The wolf flicked her head in the direction of the human statue, that wolf before it was studying. Go land on that statue, wall ya? Scare the crap outta that brute. A devilish grin played on her lips. A raven looked to the statue. No way Rhay. You know I don't like to scare others. This was the first time the raven had used the wolf's real name. A sign that he was being serious. The wolf looked at the bird, her orbs an icy blue. The raven scooted away flapping his wings in defeat. Fine,fine! But don't come crying to me when he whoops your butt! The raven turned and fluttered off to perch on the statue. His big black head twisted to look down upon the wolf and his companion. His beady black eyes, looked at the two.he cawed, his voice eerie and cackling. Rhay chuckled to herself. Good boy Rozz. Her vocals only in her ear shot.

Salvatore - April 7, 2008 06:53 PM (GMT)

You;'ve both successfully scared the crap out of tachella. heeh, he really is a nice wolf. Sorry this is taking so long, I don't have my own computer until later this week or next week.

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If Tachella had calmed her sense and stopped sending warning signs through his cerebellum, he probably would have laughed off her warnings and explored. But the words that kept pouring form her mouth continued to hit home as she stood growingi more fearful and more fearful. Tachella was an excellent guide, but she was naturally superstitious. Just like most of the Valentino family. Well, Although Salvatore liked to deny his fears, it was impossible. Yes, he did not trust certain things, and he knew a bad omen when he saw it. He believed in ghosts and karma, but this place. Oh it couldn’t possibly be more haunted than any other place right? But Tachella insisted it was. Whispering warnings in his ears as she sat huddled safe between his horns, the Large male sniffed around, his bright purple eyes aware and alert. Ghosts could not touch you, only poltergeists could. Well, the moon was bright and not full, that was a good omen…but the way the moon fell. It cast an eerie orange light over the statues of the old church. As tachella continued to whisper half warnings half prayers, the large striped horned male stepped quietly forward and past the original worn statue of a man and looked forward. Though he didn’t know it, that was where the alter had sat. it was broken now, and a great stone wall hung behind it, its once stained windows punched out. The back wall was the most intact, and it was beautifully carved. But, even these strange symbols spoke of evil. Some looked nice and calm, but some…he turned his eyes away and whispered his own prayer. Good god, was tachella really getting to him.

 

If any spirit even saw him they would run in fright. Though his heart was pure and his eyes gentle, his appearance was less than calming. A huge male, tall and sturdy he was, with a back laced in short pointed horns. He was white with jagged stripes down his sides, but still, he did not seem like one to be reckoned with. Than again, Salvatore knew demons weren’t’ reckoned with either. Oh, those were creatures not of god that lived and hunted and fed on the dark. They had to be somewhere right. His ears turned to pick up the sound of a hawk or raven, or something. Oh, if he were too see a bad omened creature, a black cat or bird, or hear a whispered phrase not from tachella he would have left immediately. Cautiously he turned and nodded to Tachella, convinced and ready to go. "ok, ok Tachellita.…Away we fly. Oh, lord is right…but donnae worry. If they go for you, Lita they won’t stand a chance against me. " he said trying to ease her mind, and his own at the same time. He knew her comment would be sarcastic as always, but he felt her grasp on his head loosen in relief. finally some sense Salvatore…though if its an angry demon we don’t sta-Dio? what was that? her grip tightened again. But Salvatore had heard it too, the voice, eerie and female. He turned terrified. Oh, she had been right, shi guide had been right, they would be eaten! Btu he tried not to quake, though his ears did drop as did his head as he peered nervously through the darkness. The female demons words really weren’t paid much attention too until he spotted the vivid blue color that radiated moonlight from a corner of the room. Squinting his purple eyes, eh lifted his head and stepped forward. no, fool…run, run it’ll get us- "shh…chellita…look. Listen " Prefer deer meat? Is that really what a Demon would say. Stepping forward more bravely, he raised his chin higher until he was at his full impressive height. "NO true demon of the underworld would utter such a statement? Then again, I have never met one. Please show yourself, friend or foe alike? " he asked, as tachella peered nervously through his fur.
 
Just as he was beginning to feel more comfortable as the smell of wolf filled his nose, tachella cried out in fear and buried herself beneath his neck where she began chanting once again. If she kept getting scared like this, her little heart would give out from fear. OMEN! she cried into his ear before collapsing on his back. Turning up, he spotted the raven immediately and his eyes widened. Ravens were bad luck, were they not? Black, venomous and horrible. His mother swore they meant evil lurked. Turning his eyes away (ravens were bad to look at at night) he spoke "Dio…Chella, lets go…no…" but the smell of wolf was haunting. No matter the raven of evil prospects or the eerie blue colored fur and voice. Bravely he stood up and took a few bold steps toward the blue wolf and the smell of another wolfess, his eyes narrowed. " If this is a game, I’ll laugh. If it’s a dream, I’ll wake up eventually. But if this is real, please let us leave…" he said coldly, worried that any moment tachella would go unconscious.

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Terralee - April 14, 2008 09:24 PM (GMT)

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"Oi! Why've we come here, Maari?" a jet black wolfess barked in question to an equally dark otter that trundled along ahead of her. She didn't like the old human town, not one bit. There were stories and rumors than it was haunted. The the ghosts would come and enter your body and move ans speak as if they were you, as if you were some sick peléle, some twisted puppet. It sent shivers down her spine.I'm looking for something... the otter replied absent-mindedly.

~Together We Rise
~Together We Fight
~Together We Conquer
Not that she really expected it to be there, of course. It had been several years since she left her mate. Or his corpse. She was hopeing, though, to still be able to find the one part of him that might still be tangible.



~Together We Play
~Togther We Sing
~Together We Breathe
"Looking for what?" the ebony wolf queried, still feeling quite uncomfortable as she padded after her spirit guide. If there was one thing in the world she feared, it was ghosts. Polterguists. Malignant souls out for revenge on whatever poor souls they came across. It has to be here somewhere... the smaller of the two creatures muttered as her wolf companion followed, quivering in her skin, muttering 'Dios, por favor' and 'God protect me' or some such. Maari was completely absorbed in her search, but Terra had stopped a ways back, having heard voices...

~Together We Learn
~Together We Age
~Together We Fall in the End

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Anaithnid - April 23, 2008 01:40 AM (GMT)

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ooc: can I join in? c:

Nothing to clear one's head than a nice stroll in the night. It was also nice to clear out the system of any energy that was not expended during the day. Also true that walking off what you had just eaten made the digestion more complete and.. pleasant. So it was that a wolf was walking, without haste or destination, though the area, his posture relaxed, his legs moving easily. This wolf was not unusual in the sense that most wolves had the altered appearance caused by the virus. His fur was a curious mixture of brown, green, and blue, seeming one color in one moment, the next in another. Average size, though with long legs, he was nothing really special. Slender, healthy. Basically everything the usual wolf would be.

That is, except for the antlers sitting atop his head proudly. They were comparable to the antlers of a red deer, or elk, with sharp points, and strong curves. They were a brown color, though tinted with blue and green. They were the one remarkable thing about him, and he took pride in them.

Perched within the antlers was a pine marten, grabbing onto the points with his small, flexible paws. He seemed rather comfortable, his lean body bending to the curves of the rack. A content expression was on his face, through half-closed eyes. His wolf companion hardly noticed him, though, as always, was sure he was there.

As he passed a certain point, though he couldn't say what that point was, the atmosphere of the world seemed to changed. It suddenly felt darker, damper, closer, and almost suffocating. The pine marten felt it as well, for he sat up in the antlers, immediately alert. The wolf stopped in his tracks, his ears perked, his nose twitching as he sniffed. Nothing seemed unusual, though, except the feel of the land.

Race, where are we, do you know? he asked warily. He was generally new to this area, and honestly had no idea where he was. I have absolutely no idea, Naith. But this place feels dark, evil. Perhaps we are in one of those places of the world... you know, that were left behind by them. By them, of course, Race meant the humans. He didn't know it at the time, but he was spot on on his assumption.

Oddly enough, though, Naith relaxed, and continued moving. It was true, this place had an eerie feel to it, but he was a wolf of logic and intelligence; not easily spooked out of going to a place just because humans had once been here. So he continued on, until, suddenly, he voices faded slowly into his hearing. His pace slowed, though did not stop. Race, can you go ahead and see who is here? The little animal protested slightly, though clambered down from his perch and bounced off ahead.

Moments later, he returned, looking a bit shaken, though not alarmed. There are tracks of a couple of wolves around here... I saw one wolf, but in the same moment I saw a raven. Ravens are bad luck, Naith... The pine marten trailed off. Naith sniffed. He believed strongly in what his parents had taught him, as Race proved by existing, but he wasn't superstitious. So, without hesitating, he moved forward once more, though unconsciously dropped his head slightly, putting the sharp points of his antlers forward.

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