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Post by Raowolf on Jun 22, 2010 13:06:34 GMT -5
Mollie sighed gently as she padded along the grass field. The sun shone too bright, dazzling her slightly so that the she-wolf winced. Her silver fur shone near white in the light, and the heat made the air shimmer, blurring her slim outline. She cold have been a spirit.
It was far too hot for the herbs needed, and what with the battles and heatstroke, all the help she could get was needed at the moment. Stocks were low, and there was nowhere else she could get them. That was why she was here. Mollie continued to pad forward across the once lush, but now dry grass until she reached the shade of the flowerbed. It was in the shade of the huge building with many rooms, so it should be quite protected from the sun...
Sure enough, there were the small green stems and bright yellow pollen of a Tanzy plant, hiding inconspicuously under a rose. Rose... He had brought her one once... The wolf's heart ached as she remembered. So long ago... Her eyes started to change colour... No! Her thoughts could not wonder in that direction! This was enemy territory. Constant vigilance. She must not let her guard down, not now. The area had been strangely unprotected; it was worrying that the Bloodstar pack took so little care over their land. It should be protected to every rock, every bush. There should be no lee-way for intruders like her, so why had there been no signs? No scents, no sounds? Even the birds did not sing.
Closing her eyes against the blaring sunlight, Mollie sat down slowly. As urgent as it was to get back, she couldn't carry on in the heat. Whitefire would not worry. The flowers bobbed gently in a cool, calming breeze, ruffling the silky fur of the she-wolf's ribbed side. Then, it struck her. Memories flashed through her mind like a storm, and her eyes widened. Her body went limp and the wolf collapsed with a gasp. Deep convulsions stirred her body as she shook. The flowers below her were crushed, and the few that she clutched fell, lifeless, to the ground. Her eyes flickered, colour after colour after colour, cycling the spectrum in some crazy wheel of insanity. She couldn't breath. Only one thought passed through Mollie's numb mind. One name...
Connor...
Connor...
Connor...
Connor...
She would not have noticed if any had snuck up on her. Or even if they'd run at her, for that matter...
OOC: The meeting of Mollie and Morgan. Feel free to read, but this is a thread for Raowolf and Schizo. Thanks~
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Post by Schizo on Jun 23, 2010 12:54:56 GMT -5
The brute was in charge of the whole territory for which Schizo decided to look for more members, each day their pack grew more and more as the fears shivered those who weren't in it. As he was heading to the motel to get a good look around for any intruders a scent lurked the air, his nostrils curled and twitched around with annoyance.
He ran toward the motel, his feet lifted him off the ground every time his front and back paws took quick steps, as he reached the motel he seen a figure laying in squished and dry flowers. He hurried over toward the intruder, as he reached her he jumped over the stray, but quickly placed his body over onto of her. "Who the hell do you think you are !" he yelled in a loud snarl, his lips curled up showing off his white fangs, he moved his face closer to the females face showing he meant business. "Wake up you female !" he yelled once more, he was going to take a hold of her throat if she didn't wake up and answer him quickly.
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Post by Raowolf on Jun 23, 2010 13:14:38 GMT -5
She was still vibrating all over, her spasms getting more and more vicious, heart in her mouth, eyes zipping so fast in the colours they were starting to turn white... Then she launched straight from the the ground to a near standing with a scream. Tears poured down her pretty face, and though her body was no longer spasming, it was now racked with silent sobs. Then the shouts reached her, and she looked up slowly, dreading what it was she would find above her...
Huge paws planted on either side of her figure. Long, muscled legs stretching up, it seemed, for an eternity. And when she finally reached the top, face livid with fear and dread, a muzzle twisted with anger, an inch from her own small mouth. She could not move, she did not want to. Mollie was frozen there, surrounded by overgrown flowers, with an enormous black Akita standing threateningly over her. Her eyes went back to blue, then slowly turned a faint brown with the fear. Above the muzzle were two eyes that showed every anger under the sun, and spoke of the hate of a thousand demons.
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Post by Schizo on Jun 23, 2010 13:27:16 GMT -5
When she finally woke up her eyes screamed with fear and emotions, he watched how her eyes were changing colors, to him it was strange cause he didn't know what each of them meant. As she cried in tears he rolled his eyes, "Stop your stupid crying, Whats your name?" he questioned, his voice deep as usual, he couldn't stand tears and emotions it just made him sick to his stomach.
"Why are you here ?, you know your trespassing Bloodstar pack territory right...I should rip your pretty little face off for being in these parts, every stray that enters is either to join or be killed, I'm still debating on what I should do to you" he said to her with a devilish smile. He stood over her and stared at her hard with his hatred eyes, "You dare try to run away and I will for sure rip your face off" he said with a serious tone.
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Post by Raowolf on Jun 23, 2010 14:06:34 GMT -5
Mollie began to calm her sobbing to a few tear-filled gasps. Why had she been sobbing? Whenever she came out of these fits she could never remember them... Snapping her attention to the present, she raised her head once more and looked carefully up at her captor of sorts. Her eyes finally steadied themselves to fix on pale brown, and her gaze was steady, although she was careful not to look in his dark, dark eyes.
Voice a little shaky, she said quietly "I wasn't planning to run. I've heard of your abilities; I hear they're quite good." The first part was the truth, but the second part... Flattery. Usually worked. Usually... She was about to say that she was not a loner after all, but realised just before the words slipped from her lips. If it was join or die, and she was already part of a pack, especially the Lehren... It would be safer to remain a stray in his mind. She could be a hostage... Best not risk it. "A-and... I didn't know! About the territory. There weren't any markers..." Oh yeah, very smart, point out his mistakes. She scolded herself inwardly. She did not mention a name for he may have heard of her previously.
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Post by Schizo on Jun 23, 2010 14:18:22 GMT -5
As she spoke he listen, when she finished up her pathetic words, he growled at her "Female if you don't give me your name I promise you that you will regret it, and don't give me any of that bullshit flattery either, that stupid whitefire tried pulling it off and best believe a female like you cant pull it off either" he said with a loud snarl.
"Trust me I'm not the one you would like to trick" he said with a serious tone, he looked at her pretty little neck for a moment, lifting one of his large paws he placed it down on her throat. "I should just suffocate you, watching you die slowly will make me more happy" he said with a dark laugh, he removed it off her then placed it back down on the ground.
He stared at her for a moment, thoughts ran through his mind, those negatives and positive began to annoy him while he was thinking, he shook the thoughts off and went back to the female. "Hmm, how much of a talker are you?" he questioned to her, the things he did were weird, and sometimes beyond strange. Not even Sabora could understand his ways in little talks and actions, he was pretty twisted sometimes, most of the time strays thought he was unstable. Which made them wonder what happen to him in his past.
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Post by Raowolf on Jun 23, 2010 16:15:59 GMT -5
Mollie rolled onto her back submissively, eyes huge and fearful. "M-my name... It's Mollie. Mollie Icestone." The name of her pack, the pack where she had been born. The pack of her betraying father... Her eyes started to fuzz again as the memories stormed back in a screaming rage of panic. But she pushed them down. She couldn't blank out now, what with the Akita ontop of her. Her eyes calmed to brown again. When his paw came to her throat she nearly screamed, resorting to a gurgling whimper instead. She was not a coward, but not ready to face death. Unless it would bring her back to...
"May I be so honoured to ask your name?" She smiled tiredly "I have no intentions of tricking you, no-name. And by who do you mean, 'Whitefire'?" She was curious; could this be the alpha, meeting with the deputy of another pack? When? What had happened? And it would not break her cover, as she could not know who Whitefire was, being a loner and all. Then she fidgeted a little, unsure. "Kill me i you wish." Her voice was small, but determined.
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Post by Schizo on Jun 23, 2010 16:36:45 GMT -5
As the female spoke he listen to her, this time with a little bit of interests, when she finished talking he became silence for a moment. "Mollie....to be honest that is a really pretty name" he said to her, "My name is Morgan, and Whitefire is the leader of the Lehren pack...lets just say me and her had a very long conversation up at Haku Lake, lets just say I should have killed the bitch when I had the chance...no worries when I find her I will have her head hanged on the door way of the entrance to Bloodstar pack" he said with an angry tone.
When he heard the words just kill me it send his mind back into thinking, oh how he hate thinking it always gave him a huge headache. He shook them thoughts away once more and went back to the female called Mollie, he looked down at her and shook his head. He kind of admired her attitude on the whole kill me part, he got off her and went off to the side of her.
"I admire that, a girl like you has guts" he said in a giggle, "How about we go into the hotel its pretty hot out here...I mean if you don't want to have a nice conversation then leave, but best believe the guards aren't far from here they will kill you dead on site best believe it" he said with a serious look, "Its up to you" he said once more with a serious look on his face.
He soon walked over to the door, he opened it and went inside, he looked back for a second then went into the lobby area, he went over to the long couch. When he reached it he jumped on it and laid down he wasn't going to waste his time on anyone, the guards would kill for him if she tried leaving.
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Post by Raowolf on Jun 24, 2010 10:23:47 GMT -5
Mollie didn't know whether to be disappointed or overjoyed at her not being dead. She smiled dryly at his praise of her name, and nodded slowly as he said his own... When Morgan stepped off of her she rolled onto her now dusty side, although staying submissive.
His giggle was more frightening than his growl, and the She-Wolf scarce suppressed a shiver at it. Then he padded away to the hotel - she hadn't realised the door was open. Should she follow him? What would he do to her? What would the guards he spoke of do to her if she was found... Sighing on the decision, Mollie pulled herself painfully onto her feet, then sat and groomed her side for a little while. Finally, after a few minutes, she followed.
Morgan was slumped on the sofa by the desk with the funny phone and the paper as though he owned the place. He looked like he was already Alpha. Her eyes slowly faded yet again, this time to a dull grey. Silver was their normal colour, so this was close, but resigned. Bored, even. The small wolf was no longer so afraid. Of course there was the little shell still there, hiding her anxiety deep in her chest, but she was always so scared... She stood infront of him as the fan whirred slowly. It didn't run anymore, but a breeze a little while ago had stirred it so it was still spinning. "Your name isn't to bad either." She sighed. "Right then, lets talk." If we must. She didn't say the last part. It was cooler inside, but not quite enough still.
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Post by Schizo on Jun 24, 2010 16:56:19 GMT -5
As he laid their the female name Mollie decided to come in the room with him, his smile turned evil for which she made a wise choice. He might have been cold and twisted but he really didn't care much for killing just toying with others minds so they could fight and kill one another. The thought about it made his smile bigger, he slowly cleared it off as Mollie came in front of him, he giggled at her "How about you come sit next to me, I don't bite" he said with a cold laugh.
"Please tell me, Mollie, what made you come here and whats your story" he said with his deep and dark voice, he laid their and waited for her to speak, he hated to wait he wished everyone spoke quick. Not fast, but to were if he was done they hurry and answer, you would think this brute was in a military but he wasn't. As he laid their and waited for her he enjoyed the light breeze coming through the windows and fans, his shift on guarding this place was almost up. He had to make this little conversation quick, yet fun. He would have to escort the female out, with those guards out their she would probably get torn into bits, Sabora was planning on finding her self a good stray with a high skill of hunting.
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Post by Raowolf on Jun 25, 2010 17:56:38 GMT -5
Mollie really did not want to sit next to him, but for politeness at least sat carefully down on the sofa, sitting awkwardly in the small space he had left for her. Her eyes were changing ever so slowly back to their usual silver, but the flickers of brown – fear – remained there, hidden. When he spoke of her past, the She-Wolf stiffened, ever so slightly. But not much. How was she to phrase her words as not to aggravate her subconscious? She highly doubted the Bloodstar Beta would appreciate another of her terrified fits.
Eyes staring off into the middle distance, as though she could see the place she spoke of, Mollie searched for her words. Finally, she said slowly, “I... was born into a pack. My father was... Alpha. He believed he could do anything he liked. So he... mated” There was as much anger as her timid tongue could muster in that last word “Me to the strongest... Male juvenile.” Briefly she wondered about blabbing her whole life story to him; strangely there was the inclination to do so... She decided against it. “So I ran away and came here.” She shrugged. “You?”
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Post by Schizo on Jun 27, 2010 23:50:16 GMT -5
When she finally came up on the couch with him, he gave her a weird look, he was giggling inside on how awkward and weird she felt. When she stared at him he looked away, eye contact with others wasn't really a thing he liked, it sort of made him crazy. When she began to speak about her past he listened, sinking her history into his big brain. When she finished and asked about his he was silent, his dark cold eye darted at her as if he wanted to kill her.
He slowly drifted his eyes back to the plain walls, "My mother abandon me when i was very little, when I was able to eat regular food she took off into the night with out saying a word, I been alone all my life, having no friend, I was very Independent, I don't give eye contact a lot to strangers....I will never speak why though for which it isn't a pretty story" he said in a low voice.
He laid their in silence for a moment, at least till she said something to him so he could response to her words, Morgan wasn't the one to talk about his terrible stories. He didn't let his past get to him as much for which the past always slowed you down.
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Post by Raowolf on Jun 28, 2010 1:33:50 GMT -5
Mollie thought for a moment. No-one seemed happy talking about their pasts. Everyone still seemed effected by them, even jolly, happy old Kane. It didn't seemed to occur to people that if they never talked about them they would all be happier! She heard his silence, felt his eyes leave her, and shifted a little to make herself comfier. She did not interrupt the silence. It was peaceful, and knowing. In silence, secrets could not blab themselves in the tricky ways of speech. In silence, Connor had charmed her...
Her eyes began to shift.
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Post by Schizo on Jun 28, 2010 21:59:51 GMT -5
As thing became silent, Morgan began to get bored. Slowly he stood up and got off the couch, he looked over at Mollie for a second, "Well,come on now....Ill take you out of the territory" he said in a low voice. Slowly he started to walk out the room, " If you dare come back I promise you it will be your last" he said once again, he looked over every now and then to see if she was following him
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Post by Raowolf on Jun 29, 2010 1:33:02 GMT -5
If Mollie hadn't been so preoccupied she would have gaped. Morgan - Morgan - he who all dreaded and few survived encounters with, was escorting her from the territory without a scratch! The shock of it just stopped another of her memory attacks. Of course, there was always a chance that he would do something to her, but truthfully he was her best bet. There was no chance she would survive another encounter whilst unaccompanied.
"Thanks." She said quietly and slid gracefully off the old sofa. "Promise I'll never come again." Aaron and Arron's Rule No. 1: 'It's okay to break a rule, as long as you don't get caught.' She would try to stay away, but emergencies always seemed to come up... Walking over the doorframe she tripped and cut her small silver paw on its wind-razored edge. With a sharp intake of breath she faltered and raised the blooded paw to eye level, inspecting it. Not wanting to be left behind, she called "Uh... Morgan. I sort of..." To his retreating figure.
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